His Yin, Her Yang

By Tenshi Chupip

*I don't own anything related to Harry Potter

Chapter One

Frantic knocking on her office door pulled Hermione's attention away from the case file in her hands.


The door opened and a highly frustrated young woman with shoulder length blond hair poked her head in. Hermione frowned slightly at the harassed look on her secretary's face. Even more curious was the four part harmony of "Good Night Ladies" she could hear coming from her waiting room.

"Is everything alright, Sally?"

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Ms. Granger," the blond woman said. "But he's insisting on seeing you."

"He?" Hermione asked.

"I told him you only take meetings by appointment and that he'll have to come back another time but he says he's too dashingly handsome and talented to have to make an appointment and that you'd make an exception for him. I tried to make him leave but he wouldn't and now our plants are singing and he just won't leave!" the young woman was getting more frantic the longer she spoke.

Hermione opened her mouth to once again to ask who when the door was suddenly pushed all the way open, revealing a tall man with bright red hair. Sally blushed and jumped aside, allowing George Weasley to waltz into the room like he bloody well owned the place.

"Morning, Granger," he grinned.

Hermione shook her head and sighed, "It's alright, Sally. I will in fact make an exception for this one."

"Told ya," George smiled in triumph at the blonde woman.

"Only because I don't want to see what else you'd do to the rest of my office, not because you're dashingly handsome or talented," The curly haired witch leveled him with a glare.

"So you admit that I am handsome and talented," George grinned again and winked.

Hermione rolled her eyes before turning back to the obviously confused young woman, "Sally, would you fetch some tea please?"

"Yes, Ma'am," Sally nodded, clearly desperate to get away from the man who had thoroughly disrupted the orderliness of her morning.

"Extra lemon for me, Love, thanks," he winked.

The blond witch squeaked and darted out of the room, practically slamming the door behind her. The ginger man chuckled as he removed his magenta robes, revealing a rather smart looking dark brown business suit beneath them. He tossed the robes over the back of one of the plush chairs facing Hermione's desk before flopping himself in the other.

"Skittish that one. Cute though," he said and helped himself to the bowl of individually wrapped chocolates that sat on a table separating the chairs. Kicking his feet up onto Hermione's desk he added. "I might have to get a couch like that one from your waiting room, it's nice. Though with a brilliant mind like yours, interior decorating must come second nature."

"Feet off my desk, Weasley," Hermione said flatly.

"Now is that anyway to talk to your childhood friend?"

"Ron is my childhood friend, you just happen to share his gene pool," she said, not giving him an inch to play with. "Now get your feet off my desk."

"But I'm comfy. As I said, you have excellent taste in furniture. It's almost as lovely as you are."

"Is there a reason you're trying to butter me up?"

"Depends. Is it working?" he asked, as he began unwrapping a second chocolate.

"Not in the least," she replied. "Now feet off my desk and drop the Godiva. Those are for clients."

"Well what a coincidence, I am about to be a client," he said and popped the sweet into his mouth. "If you'll have me of course."

Hermione groaned. "Dare I ask, what happened?"

"Oh you know, one minute you're innocently selling products of joy and happiness to the masses, the next you're slapped with a law suit by a couple of brain damaged parents who thought it was a good idea to hand their five year old a box of whiz-bangs."

"Were there no safety instructions?"

"Funny you should mention that, yes there are," George said, reaching for on another chocolate, much to Hermione's annoyance. "All of our products carry detailed instructions, warning labels, and age recommendations."

Hermione, who was reaching for a pad of paper and a quill, gave him a mild look of disbelief, "All of your products?"

"We're pranksters, Granger, we're not stupid," he gave her an offended look when she snorted. "Hey, forgetting that kind of thing could get us shut down. Although with how much these people want in compensation, if we loose the case we may as well shut down. They're claiming we purposefully coerced them into purchasing dangerous products for their child, knowing it was for a young child."

"Did you?"

"Absolutely not," George snorted. "Maybe I'm just silly, but I have always thought there was a difference between coercing and just being a good salesmen."

"While I agree, a court may not see it that way," Hermione said, dipping her quill in some ink. "Why don't we start with you telling me what happened."

"Well this couple, Stoneworth is the last name, came in about a month ago looking for party favors for their son's birthday. They never specified that it was to be a gift or even how old he was, only that they wanted to make his party spectacular. I helped them out, pointed them towards a few things, and also mentioned that the whiz-bangs make great entertainment for parties."

"I see," she said, making notes. "Did you try to hard sell them on those?"

"I actually didn't touch on the whiz-bangs much outside of that. I showed them a few other things that would be fun, then left them alone to shop. Twenty minutes later they show up at the register with four boxes of whiz-bangs and a slew of other products."

"What were the other products they bought, do you remember?" Hermione asked.

"No, Fred was the one who checked them out, but we have all purchases on record at the shop," George said. "I can have Verity find it and floo over a copy if you'd like."

"It certainly couldn't hurt that have," Hermione replied. "Are the labels easily seen?"

"Clear as day. Even Ron can find them," George said. "It is not our fault if someone is too lazy to actually look at them."

"I am assuming you have already been served with their demands."

"Wouldn't be here if we hadn't."

"Did you bring the notification with you?" Hermione asked.

George pulled a rolled up piece of parchment from his pocket and tossed it to Hermione. She caught it effortlessly before unrolling the paper and quickly scanning the print.

"It says here that the child's injuries were immediately healed by a relative at the party. That's good for us, means the injuries weren't severe enough for the hospital and there won't be an actual qualified healer to testify against you," Hermione said, still reading. "It seems what they are really suing you for is their son's emotional distress…"

"Emotional distress?" George frowned. "Can they even sue over something like that?"

"Well, they can try," Hermione chuckled and laid the parchment on the desk before she rose from her chair and crossed the office. "Sounds like it'll be an open and shut case, especially if your products are as clearly labeled as you say. I'll go get some forms for you to fill out."

Just before she closed the door, she added, "And for the last time, George, get your feet from my desk."

Hermione quickly made her way to a file cabinet on the other side of the waiting room. The potted plants in the corner had moved onto a rendition of "Wild Irish Rose". Out of the corner of her eye she saw Sally exiting their break area carrying a tea tray. A sudden idea popped in her head that made Hermione silently grinned to herself.

"Sally," she said as her secretary reached for the door knob of the office.

"Yes, Ma'am?"

"How hot is that tea?"

"Very?" Sally replied, not really sure where her boss was going with this.

"If his feet are still on my desk when you go back in there, a tipped over tea cup on that smashing new suit of his may just earn you dinner on me," Hermione said, not even looking up from the folder she had just pulled out of the cabinet.

Sally turned the door knob and entered her boss's office smiling. This was just one of the many reasons why she loved working for Ms. Granger. The hours were long, but the pay was excellent, she got an hour and a half for lunch, and her boss openly gave her permission to retaliate against annoying clients. Merlin she loved her job!

Hermione finally retrieved the papers she needed and was making her way back when a shrill cry emanated from her office. A mischievous smirk appeared on her face and she opened the door to find George on his feet, but hunched over clutching his groin. Sally was bustling about trying to find him a towel.

"Oh my goodness, Mr. Weasley, I am so sorry!" Sally exclaimed, trying to sound sincere rather than sarcastic.

"Something wrong, George?" Hermione asked innocently, seating herself back in her chair behind the desk.

"No," he squeaked, seating himself back into his chair. "Just tipped my tea over when Sally was handing it to me. Clumsy on my part I'm sure. Don't worry about it, Love, I'm fine."

"At least let me make you another cup," Sally said.

"No, no, no!" George instinctively covered his nether region. "I mean uh, no, allow me. I'm sure you have more important things to do than make me tea. Thank you though."

"Of course, Mr. Weasley," Sally smiled sweetly. She picked up the other cup and gracefully handed it to Hermione. Hermione took a deep sip and sighed in approval.

"Perfect as always, Sally, thank you," she smiled. "Finish typing up the Batherforth and Gilison case then go on ahead to lunch. I don't think I'll be finished here in time to join you so if you could just bring me back a roast beef on rye that would be fantastic."

"Of course, Ms. Granger," Sally nodded.

"Thank you, Sally," Hermione said as the blond slipped out of the room. "Now then, George, you'll need to take these forms home and fill them out with Fred but for right now we can fill out the ones I'll need to file for a court day."

"Sounds good," George said, fixing himself another cup of tea. "Just so long as you don't order any more of your staff to attack my family jewels with hot beverages."

"Sally is my only employee as of yet. Good help such as her is so difficult to find," Hermione smirked. "And well frankly I did warn you to get your feet off my desk."

"Fair cop," he grinned back, and took a sip.

They spent the next hour and a half filling out foams. It would have actually taken less than half that time to finish but after ten minutes George got bored and started hindering the process a bit. If it wasn't for her personal code of professionalism, Hermione would have hexed the living day lights out of him after the third time he levitated her quill jar. When he did it a fourth time though she finally snapped.

"Stop that!" she exclaimed, and snatched the quill jar out of air.

"Well I'm bored," George pouted. "This legal stuff is boring."

"Well then I suggest you stop getting sued," Hermione all but growled. "What happened to your other lawyer anyway?"

"He quit," George shrugged. "Seeing as we're constantly dealing with this sort of thing you'd think he would appreciate having us for clients. Never met someone who didn't enjoy getting paid as often as we paid him but there you have it. Old coot seems to think we're too much of a hassle."

"I can't imagine why," Hermione muttered under her breath. She looked back to the papers she had been filling out and sighed in relief to see that they were finally done. "I would like a list of the products the couple bought that day, a copy of your memories interacting with them, and a box or two of the exact same kind of whiz-bangs they bought."

"Can do," George smiled brightly. He had been sitting across the desk from the bushy haired witch for over an hour now and he grinned like a nutter at his observation. He guessed it was true what they said about confidence being sexy as hell. George was many things, but he wasn't a fool, so he wasn't even going to bother trying to convince himself that he didn't suddenly find his baby brother's best friend highly attractive. He of course saw her frequently, thanks to the parties and get together's his mother was constantly guilt triping her into attending, but she was always shy and reserved. Far too polite for George's tastes.

Seeing her here though in her element just brought out something George hadn't really seen in her before. And frankly he liked it. He had always thought the little witch was cute, even back when they were in school, but not in a way that completely appealed to him. Gone now was the awkward little girl with wild hair, buck teeth and unflattering uniform and in her place sat a superbly confident (and fully figured he might add) woman with gentle curls and a well tailored business dress suit. She was still hunched over some kind of reading material, but somehow that look of concentration and air of being in complete control made her all the more alluring. Especially in that skirt she was wearing!

George cracked a grin as he remembered the fantastic view of her arse he had gotten as she had walked out of the room awhile ago. It was just after she'd sent her secretary off to lunch that George made a decision to drag out their meeting as much as possible. Levitating the quill jar had been worth the bit of childish magic just to watch her face twitch like that. He watched her now as she stood from her chair, still talking, and walk around the desk to sit against on the side facing him. He subtly looked her up and down. When had Hermione Bookworm Granger grown legs like that and why was he not informed?

"…copy of all the cases brought against you in the past just so I can cover my bases. You're former solicitor should be happy to forward them to me," Hermione said with a frown. "George, are you listening to me?"

"Hm?" he asked, finally looking up at her face. "Oh, yeah sure, Granger. List of stuff dumb people bought, box of whiz-bangs to test, and all the paper work on us from the other guy. Got it."

"Grand," Hermione muttered and returned to her side of the desk before flopping back into her chair. "Other then that, we're done here today."

"Brilliant!" George jumped up out of his chair and grabbed his robes before practically bouncing back to the door. "We owe you for this, Hermione."

"Oh, don't worry, you'll be getting a bill."

"Thought as much. See you around, Granger," he winked and ducked out of the office. He also gave an exaggerated wink to Sally who had just returned from lunch. George pretended not to hear her as she shouted after him about the potted plants. He wasn't sure what she was complaining about; that was one of the best sung quartet of "Loch Lomond" he had ever heard!

Exiting the small building, George twisted in the air before reappearing in front of W.W.W. The red head smiled as he entered the shop. He hadn't gotten far inside though before he was all but accosted by a frantic Fred. It would seem that his twin had been very eager for his return.

"How'd it go? Did she say yes? We're not going to have to sell are we! We can't sell, George, I'm gonna be a father again! We can't loose everything!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa there, Freddie," George said, prying his twin's hands off his lapel. "It went fine, she said yes, and no we're not going to have to sell. Your little bun in Angie's oven is going to have a home to come back too, no worries."

"Thank, Merlin," Fred let out a huge sigh of relief. "I've got a family to take care of now. We can't end up jobless and homeless."

"Fred, relax. We're covered," George laughed at his twin as he donned his magenta robe again. "After all, Granger is on our case."

"Pun intended, brother of mine?" Fred laughed.

"Of course," George grinned. "And speaking of the little bushy haired bookworm, I think I'm going to marry her."

"Brilliant, I'll get the…wait, WHAT?" Fred exclaimed as his twin disappeared into the back of the store. "Get back here, you little tosser!"


A/N: Well here we are again. Another in the Tomato Verse Series. We've jumped back in the timeline a bit, so keep that in mind. As always R&R. Didn't get many reviews on the last one, I am starting to feel unloved!