Dungbombs and S.P.E.W. (Geormione Fanfic)
written by Athena
A fanfiction of George and Hemione. The war is over, Hermione is going back to Hogwarts with everyone else, George still works at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes.
Last Updated
05/31/21
Chapters
15
Reads
996
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Chapter 7
By sounds of things Ron's life had gone from a fantasy to a nightmare. I felt that he deserved it, he ruined his life, not anyone else. He's the one that decided to make stupid decisions, and he can't blame Hermione for being angry and yelling about it. She'll find someone better, someone who deserves her. Not the cheating git Ron!
My phone vibrated somewhere in the apartment. I looked around for it for a full ten minutes before I found it under my bed, how it got there, I've no clue. "I think Ron's trying to make me jealous. Either that or he doesn't care about me or anything anymore. I saw him snogging Lavender Brown, the girl he cheated on me with." Anger pumped through me. "Of course he's trying to make you jealous! Did it work?" I added nervously. "Of course not! I wouldn't date him again for a million galleons. Anyway, the first Hogsmeade visit is this weekend. Do want to meet me there?" Hermione asked. "Yeah." I replied simply and then set my phone down on my nightstand and walked downstairs.
I flicked my wand at the door and the sign changed from closed to open again. A few years ago Fred and I had bought a premises in Hogsmeade. But with the war and everything, we hadn't opened it. I should probably stay down in Hogsmeade so that I could work on the shop. And if I saw Ron I could hex him. Yes, I was looking forward to this.
Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was soon full and I was busy with about four customers at once. "Yes, you eat the purple end and then when you got out of whatever it is you don't want to do, you eat the orange part." I explained the skiving snack box to a curious man. "How much does it cost?" He inquired. "Ten sickles." I said, holding out my hand. The man dropped ten silver coins into my hand and I put them in my pocket that was already clinking with money.
At the end of the week I closed up the shop and apparated to Hogsmeade. I headed straight for my new premises. It looked shabby and old, the paint was peeling and the glass in some of the windows was cracked. I cautiously walked inside. "Reparo!" I said and watched as the building around me began repairing itself. It looked much better. I walked around, it looked like a good place for a joke shop. I walked upstairs where I would live while here. It looked promising.
My phone vibrated somewhere in the apartment. I looked around for it for a full ten minutes before I found it under my bed, how it got there, I've no clue. "I think Ron's trying to make me jealous. Either that or he doesn't care about me or anything anymore. I saw him snogging Lavender Brown, the girl he cheated on me with." Anger pumped through me. "Of course he's trying to make you jealous! Did it work?" I added nervously. "Of course not! I wouldn't date him again for a million galleons. Anyway, the first Hogsmeade visit is this weekend. Do want to meet me there?" Hermione asked. "Yeah." I replied simply and then set my phone down on my nightstand and walked downstairs.
I flicked my wand at the door and the sign changed from closed to open again. A few years ago Fred and I had bought a premises in Hogsmeade. But with the war and everything, we hadn't opened it. I should probably stay down in Hogsmeade so that I could work on the shop. And if I saw Ron I could hex him. Yes, I was looking forward to this.
Weasley's Wizard Wheezes was soon full and I was busy with about four customers at once. "Yes, you eat the purple end and then when you got out of whatever it is you don't want to do, you eat the orange part." I explained the skiving snack box to a curious man. "How much does it cost?" He inquired. "Ten sickles." I said, holding out my hand. The man dropped ten silver coins into my hand and I put them in my pocket that was already clinking with money.
At the end of the week I closed up the shop and apparated to Hogsmeade. I headed straight for my new premises. It looked shabby and old, the paint was peeling and the glass in some of the windows was cracked. I cautiously walked inside. "Reparo!" I said and watched as the building around me began repairing itself. It looked much better. I walked around, it looked like a good place for a joke shop. I walked upstairs where I would live while here. It looked promising.
