Love: An Irresistable Desire...HP Fanfic

Chapter One: The Third Day of the Rest of Your Life

Life in the wizarding world was fantastic, especially, for one Hermione Granger. She was a successful journalist for one of the three most famous wizarding magazines in Europe. She had galleons and galleons to spend on shoes and other such things.

Plus, every heterosexual male had their eye on her. She was very much past her awkward bookworm stage. And, she had just broken up with her boyfriend of three years, who happened to be none other than Ronald Weasley.

It had been slightly painful and quite diffcult for Ron. He had whole-heartedly thought that he was in love with Miss Hermione Granger. Hermione had also, at one point, but then she figured out it was just a minor infatuation with red hair. Actually, it was a major infatuation with red hair. Secretly, she had always ruffled Ron’s hair just to touch it. It was so gorgeous. Very red; red red red. Plus, she had always commented to her best friend Ginny Potter, nee Weasley, about her fabulous hair. As well as Ron’s, quite frequently too, that is when they were an item.

There was one very important instance of Hermione’s lust for red hair: the wedding of the year between Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter.

Ginny was in her wedding dress - which, by the way, was absolutely made for her - and adjusting her veil. Meanwhile, Hermione stared intently at her voluminous, gorgeous red hair.

“Why can’t I have your hair Ginny?” Hermione asked pathetically.

“Oh, Mione, you hair is beautiful. All you need is to work on the hair spells. Actually, finding the right brush might be the ticket…”

“Ginny!”

Hermione could not help but be quite aggravated with her best friend. In a bit of a fit, she banged her head on the wall nearest her. Before any damage could be done, Ginny intervened.

“Hermione, I do have one last gift for you, since you are my best friend and maid of honor. It’s a magic brush. To make your hair always look like you want it. Not in color, but in how it actually looks.”

It was this night, when Hermione realized her quite healthy, as opposed to unhealthy, obsession of red hair.

And the wedding, of course, was fabulous.

The wedding was a year before Hermione broke up with Ron. She knew for a year, but had a lot of difficulty trying to figure a way to tell Ron about how she didn’t love him. It was only when Harry and Ginny went on a trip for their first anniversary that Hermione told Ron. That is with a bit of encourage from Ginny.

At any rate, that was how Hermione’s life went. She worked practically twenty-four seven following her breakup in July into the start of the New Year. That was when her boss, Amalia Anders, told her that she needed to take a sort of break from tedious, annoyingly similar articles and taking up a fun assignment.

“Hermione,” Amalia said, “you need to stop with this working all the time. The quality of your articles has declined a lot since this “never stop working” phase. So, you are going to interview the most eligible bachelor. He, this bachelor, I mean, is the co-owner of the most successful business in the whole wizarding world.”

Hermione, because of her constant working, could not have possibly known who this bachelor was. And her boss noticed this by her blank expression.

“Fred Weasley! Of Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes!” And Amalia was screaming, and Hermione was dying. However, Amalia had mistaken Hermione’s look of dread as a look of pure elation.

“You get to hang out with Fred Weasley! You get to hang out with Fred Weasley!” And over and over and over, Amalia sang that; even as she walked back to her office after leaving Hermione’s exact assignment on her desk.

After learning this, Hermione promptly began banging her head against her desk. Over and over and over.

'I’m going to have a horrible headache tomorrow!'