Celandine's Chronicle (celandineb) wrote in cels_fic_haven, @ 2012-04-27 10:48:00 |
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Entry tags: | hp ficlets george/harry, hp quill-it 100.3 |
HP ficlet: Business Proposition [George/Harry, general]
Title: Business Proposition
Author: celandineb
Fandom: HP
Pairing: George/Harry [preslash]
Rating: general
Length: 520 words
Summary: George can't quite manage Weasley's Wizard Wheezes on his own.
Note: For quill_it, 100.3, prompt 75, "decision". For secretsolitaire.
Running Weasley's Wizard Wheezes just wasn't the same without Fred. George didn't want to give up the dream that he had shared with his twin for so long, though, so he doggedly kept at it, developing some of the ideas that he and Fred had talked about and even coming up with a few new ones.
That part was all right, if less enjoyable than collaborating. Finding wizards to make the products was trickier, but he couldn't possibly keep up all on his own. Running the shop was the least fun of all. George liked talking with customers, helping them to pick out the best gags and joke products for their needs, but if he did that, he had no time for anything else. He had no choice but to hire a couple of witches, although he tried to spend an hour or so a day in the shop himself.
After nearly a year of juggling the many different responsibilities, George came to a decision. He sent an owl to Harry.
The next day, Harry was in George's workshop, looking a bit older and wearier than George remembered, but he supposed that being a celebrity wasn't all Chocoballs and Fizzing Whizbees. His dark hair was still as messy as ever, and his green eyes were alight.
"You wanted to talk?"
George nodded, and explained his business proposition. In a way Harry had been a silent partner in the shop from the beginning, since he'd given Fred and George the Galleons they needed to start it up. Now George hoped that Harry might consider coming in actively, helping George out with invention and initial manufacture, spending a few hours with the customers, and generally doing anything and everything that was becoming too much for George to handle.
"Charms weren't my strongest skill at school," Harry pointed out. "I'm nothing like as good as you are on those."
"Doesn't matter," said George firmly. "You'll get better over time, and anyhow, just having someone to bounce ideas off of would help. You always appreciated the kinds of things that Fred and I made, and you work hard when it's something you want to do. Honestly, there's no one else I would rather have helping me out."
Harry pushed his glasses up and looked thoughtful. "Not any of your family? Ron would probably leap at the chance, for instance."
"He might, but he's still enthralled with the idea of becoming an Auror; I don't want to mess that up for him. You already decided it wasn't for you after all. Now, if you don't want to come work with me, I understand. Maybe this isn't your mug of pumpkin juice either." Under the table George crossed his fingers.
"No, I'd love to. I just don't understand why you want me over anyone else," said Harry. "Some people, I would know they wanted my name for advertising or whatever, but that's not the way you think. So why?"
"Ask me that again a year from now, all right?" By then, George hoped, he would have managed to make Harry his partner in more than business.