Title: Up on the Fourth Floor

Prompt: Hermione's Store

Rating: T

Word Count: 555

A/N(optional): Had to be 555 words exactly.

Up on the Fourth Floor

Looking at the stone building from the front, with it's maroon and gold decoration and traditional, yet still modern graphics, passers by would never know what was housed in the fourth floor of the shop affectionately known as 'Hermione's Library'.

As suggested by the name of the shop, the building was home to hundreds if not thousands of books, and yes, Hermione Weasley owned it. She was by no means trying to outdo Flourish and Blotts with the sheer volume of titles her shop contained - the thought that competition between bookshops could mean one would have to close was horrifying to her - but she endeavoured to house books that were limited editions, were incredibly rare, or just weren't normally housed by 'regular' book shops. She had found herself frustrated by not being able to find that one vital but elusive title that would make her work at the Ministry of Magic so much easier.

So her project to open a rare bookshop started, with the business knowledge and expertise of her husband, Fred Weasley. It wasn't her main occupation, her work with the department of Magical Law had become her passion in life, but after a hard and stressful day at work she found her sanity in amongst her rare books.

But that wasn't all that was held in 'Hermione's Library'. Oh no. Occasionally a few people came into the shop and bypassed everything on the first floor, the second floor and the third floor and carried on up to the fourth floor. It was a new venture, one that only a few people knew about. The opening had been quiet and somewhat subtle, in that there was only eight people at the official ribbon cutting to open the new floor of the shop.

When Fred had suggested that the new range of products that he was developing be housed in Hermione's shop she had scoffed and told him to expand his own building before encroaching on the space for her precious books. But then he explained what his new range was and that he didn't want them housed at the back of his joke shop, where there were many families with children, all day, every day.

Hermione finally agreed, but still wasn't entirely happy about the situation. But when the thank you letters came into the shop from buyers, thanking her for the positive affects the new products were having on her customers' personal lives, it made her smile and feel rather proud. At one point she was embarrassed about housing distinctly adult products on her fourth floor, but the embarrassment was soon overcome after a random person hugged her in the street.

She came home one evening to find the house spotless, dinner made and ready to eat and Fred looking simply divine at the dining room table. She was slightly concerned by this obvious display of getting her on his good side.

'What do you want?' she asked before tucking in to the Roast Chicken in front of her.

'I've had the most monumentally brilliant idea for a new product range,' he replied, knowing there was no point in denying his obvious attempts to get her on his good side.

'And...,' she said after swallowing her mouthful. She took a sip of wine.

'And you're gonna have to buy the fifth floor.'