Sarah Smiles - Panic! At The Disco
Fred Weasley would be the first to tell you that he was perfectly fine living a life without romance, thankyouverymuch. He was content with his spontaneous lifestyle, living with his brother and working at the joke shop. Fred didn't have a care in the world nor a complaint. Until Hermione showed up.
To his credit, Fred had tried to resist her. He took one look at her messy hair, her mile long skirt and the angry expression on her features and tried to look away. Only he couldn't. Fred had been too focused on her appearance to notice that she had been talking for five minutes. On today of all days Hermione Granger had bolted into his store with a purpose and he wasn't paying one bit of attention to it. "Oh, sorry?" He asked snapping out of his thoughts.
"Honestly, Fred!" She scolded, her hands going to her hips. He had noticed, but didn't comment on, how her 'Honestly Fred' had sounded a lot like her 'Honestly Ronald' but he liked the new version better. "Haven't you been listening to me?" She asked, glaring.
"Not in the slightest, love. Mind repeating?" Fred knew if he valued his life, and this conversation with Granger, he'd throw in some Weasley charm. The response was merely an eye roll and a mutter of something that sounded like 'justlikeyourbrother.' Hermione pulled a white piece of paper out of her skirt pocket and handed it to him.
"See this? It's a list of people who have called the Ministry to complain about your products. Now I've stuck my neck out for you countless times when it comes to this but no more! You need to do something about this, Fred. I know how much this shop means to you, I'd hate to see you lose it over something so silly as this."
Fred was surprised, he'd always thought that Hermione had thought the joke shop was...well, a joke. Nothing of importance since she had never said anything otherwise. "Thank you, Gra-Hermione." He said taking the list. "I promise you George and I will take care of this straight away." Well, he thought, maybe we'll just send them something nasty in the mail. That's taking care of it, isn't it?
"You're welcome, Fred. I'd hate to see anything bad happen to this place." She turned to walk away from him but paused, "If I get one more owl in complaint I'll march right back here and you'll never hear the end of it."
"Good thing Georgie's half deaf, isn't it?" A grin forming on his lips. A look of frustration passed quickly over Hermione's face before she laughed. Fred knew it was right out of one of those muggle movies, but he froze. Her laugh had to be the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard. Almost as great as the sound of Weasley fireworks or Ron screaming at a spider. There was a tiny part of him that wanted to make her laugh again.
"Goodbye, Fred!" She said with a wave before turning and leaving the store. He looked down at the paper she'd given him. With a smirk he crumpled it up and tossed it in the garbage next to him. He'd let one more person complain just as long as she'd come around to yell at him about it.
Fred was definitely a goner.