Disclaimer: Even though I wish I owned these characters, the sad truth is that I do not. They belong to the brilliant J.K. Rowling!

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Ginny was glad for the rush at the shop the next morning, and threw herself vigorously into selling the Weasley Wizard Wheezes products. She'd never felt the need to be more concentrated on one task, and it was all to keep her mind off recent, unexplainable events. Like her blasted bedroom light. She knew – knew! – she had kept it on. What she couldn't explain was how it was off when she woke up. But then, it would go hand in hand with the theory of hers that she wasn't completely alone that night. She was tempted to ask Hermione to stay with her tonight; it was unnerving just thinking about what could have happened to her while she slept and she knew that she wouldn't sleep a wink unless she had company.

'Perhaps I should ask Hermione if I could stay at her place,' she thought, feeling that this might ultimately be the better idea of the two. This way, if there was danger lurking at her flat, then Hermione wouldn't be caught up in it, too. Ron would kill her if she let something happen to his girlfriend. Hermione might well be the only girl who could ever stand him for long periods of time; even he had to admit he was a difficult bloke to be around half the time.

A tap on her shoulder made her jump, and she turned, wide-eyed, to see an older man standing before her.

"Miss?" he said, surveying her curiously. When she smiled lightly, he felt it safe to go on, and said, "Could you tell me if this really works?" He held out a vial of love potion and she looked down at it, blinking. Merlin! The man must have been clear into his sixties, and he was inquiring about love potions?

"Uhm…" She cleared her throat and tried to suppress a laugh. "Yes, I believe it does. All of the products you see in here are guaranteed to work." The man gave her a toothy grin and a nod, clutching the potion more tightly in his hand. He thanked her, then turned and grabbed a couple more vials from the display. Ginny made a mental note to never accept anything should that man ever offer it to her. She wasn't sure how strong one vial alone was, but with the amount he was buying, he could do some serious damage. She would have to remember to send out a prayer to the person on the receiving end. She was watching the man walk up to the counter to pay for his things hen George sidled up to her. She glanced over at him and saw him watching the man as well, a grin on his face.

"Must be desperate to be that old and resorting to love potions," he said, and then looked over at her, laughter clearly glinting in his blue eyes.

"I fear he's going to use them all at once," she said with a giggle. "Did you see how many vials he bought?" George nodded, and then slung an arm around her shoulders.

"And I hope he comes back for more."

Ginny looked over at her brother, her eyes wide.

"He shouldn't need more! With what he bought, he could have an army of love-sick women! Or, you know, whatever he prefers." George actually laughed at this and gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze before tousling her hair and walking off to greet a customer. She shook her head as he walked away, and then reached a hand up to straighten the hair that he had mussed. She wandered back into the storage area to grab more vials of the love potion, as the old man had nearly cleared them out. She was moving aside boxes to get to them when she heard a fairly loud thump come from the back of the storeroom. She stopped what she was doing and straightened slowly, reaching for her wand.

"Hello?" she called out. She heard nothing. "Look, I know you're in here, you might as well come out." She strained her ears, listening for movement, or breathing. She'd even ceased breathing herself. After a moment of silence, she let out a breath slowly, sighing.

"You've gone mental," she said matter-of-factly to herself as she bent over to pick up a box filled with the love potion. She turned to walk out, but when she faced the door, all the breath suddenly left her body at the sight before her, and the box of potions went crashing to the floor.