DISCLAIMER; HP belongs to JKR. The story line and all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property.

Prologue

Strike 1- The Triad

Harry, Ron, and their petite friend loved each other best, so, naturally, the golden trio moved in together. Their romance started six months after the DH battle, and they were happy for a while; however, it was their mutual jealousy, Harry and Ron's, about any other male or female, magic or not, that caused their break-up.

While they lived together, they had by-weekly family meetings organized by Hermione, to talk about 'their feelings,' "Ron, Harry, darlings, I think it will be good if we save time aside to air out any problems, concerns, or whatever that might pop up. Perhaps a by-weekly session might be a good idea, are you in?"

They were in, holding a majority of voting power, not the brighest idea she ever had. Within six months two of the voting members had voted to keep their witch home, no more university, no apprenticeships, and a tight schedule to have a 'nice, large family.' Meaning sex-on demand and tend to all their wishes and needs. She had, effectively, dissempowered herself, and was at their mercy.

Molly came to visit her whenever she was sure that neither of the two lovers were at home, "Dear, the two fools are killing you, one or the other this is just too much. First, they need to grow up. I vote that you wait for a nice, older wizard." She hugged the too-thin-witch, she had lost nearly 9 kilo (20 Lbs), and she wasn't looking well.

"I love them, but they want too much, and they are keeping me in a prison what should I do?" Hermione asked between sobs. Molly knew what to do.

Arthur was happy to hear about Molly's initiative. Mostly, because he fell into the male category, thus, he had recently been forbidden to talk to Hermione by his own son, "Dad, please stop coming to visit Hermione. I don't know what your game is but do me a favor, stay away from her, or I will tell Mom. I saw when you hugged her, you held her a bit too tight, and way too improper."

Arthur was speechless, he couldn't have heard correctly. No, it couldn't be possible.

Yes, possible, it sure was; the next day to worsen the sting, Harry approached him at the Ministry. Harry was all business and gave him a surly look.

"Ron has my support all the way. I agree with him that you visit Hermione way too often. It doesn't look good and believe me, I am doing you a favor. Hermione is too popular and tempting for any wizard to resist her. So, it is better if you'd stop seeing her all together for our peace of mind, sorry old man."

He looked at Arthur with contempt and added sanctimoniously, "You know the saying, 'it is better to be safe than sorry." And he walked away leaving Arthur in a state of shock, humiliated, and full of sorrow.

Yes indeed, those were Harry's ill conceived, thoughtless words. Arthur was so upset that he had to go home, and Molly wanted to hex the two fools until they hurt. He cried and asked Molly if he had ever behaved like a lecher around Hermione. "The foolish idiots," Molly told her family after giving Arthur a relaxing potion and sending him to sleep.

His siblings were also against Ron, after all it had been seven months since the duo had forbidden Hermione to visit the Burrow, unless escorted by either of the dynamic duo, all because Charlie had said, "Wow, Hermione is one hot looking witch, if you all want one more Weasley in your group count me in," and George had seconded the motion.

And let's not forget the night of Arthur's and Molly's wedding anniversary when they left Hermione at home, because too many single wizards would attend, and they were concerned about possible competition. What or who was going to be next?

She left them within days of Molly's visit, and the Weasley family secretly helped her to move out. Afterwards, they had a party at the Burrow to celebrate; Harry and Ron weren't invited, and at the same party, Ginny announced her engagement to Neville. Neville was no longer a pushover, and when he heard that Harry might be re-entering the marriage market, he proposed immediately. "Atta boy," Charlie shook his hand, all were proud of him. The score was: Weasley 1 - Duo 0.

After the fiasco, Hermione dated a hot South-American wizard from Santiago, Chile; he ran his family's wine import business. His name was Francisco del Toro, he went by Pancho, and he was the first wizard to run away from her. His goodbye broke her heart, he called her from the airport. He claimed that a pack of wolves tried to attack him after leaving her flat, before dawn.

"Do you mean a pack of dogs? There are no wolves around here." Hermione had long suspected Del Toro; she was nearly sure that he smoked something other than cigarettes; she had caught an unusual whiff more than once. Besides that, they had a passionate love affair and were talking about a more serious commitment, so she saw it as a run-away scheme.

"No querida, I am quite sure. I don't want to leave you mi amor. I tell you, one wolf growled, "Stay away from the princess." "I love you, creeme mi amor," his voice was shaky and unsteady with sheer terror.

The actor, she thought, "It's fine with me, if you want to stick to such a silly story, adios amigo." And she let him go; besides he was not that great, a bit selfish overall. She dried a runaway tear.

Little did she suspect that someone had started to get rid of his competition, a clever wolf was using the pre-emptive strike tactic. He knew Muggle terminology; after all, he also watched the telly once in a while. He had already used his acquaintances to poison her triad's partners minds; he had made sure they'd fed them lies to make them crazy with jealously. It was a tactical mistake since the duo didn't any help in that department. In reality he'd made them so jealous that he would never be able to get rid of them. And so, our story begins.

Witches just want to have fun - Happy Kittens is Born

George, Ron, and Hermione were brain-storming on a 'how to get rich venture.' Hermione had inherited a little over one and one-half million sterling, a country estate, worth who knew how much, a fashionable London flat, and separate funds to maintain both the properties; and what she called 'a worthless Blue-blood title,' since she was never leaving the Wizarding world.

Her parents had stayed in Australia, and one fortuitous day, she received Muggle post. Surprise, a grand aunt had left all her fortune, titles, jewels, two dogs, a marmalade cat, ten horses, and two retired age, butler and cook couples; it all went to her favorite niece's daughter. The reason it had all come to her was, ironically, blood prejudice; she had disliked Hermione's father, an untitled tooth-puller as she rudely had stated in her will. In her opinion: 'Hermione, my grandniece has enough 'good blood' to make up for the tooth-puller's tainted, plebeian blood.'

Needless to say that the event didn't sit well with her parents, so she offered them the country estate, which they declined; they argued that they had enough on their own. However, when she offered them the London flat, that did it. Now they were back at England trying to figure out where to set their surgery. "Honey, don't take it wrong, one day this will all be yours. We only needed a more central place to live, the place is big, and you can live with us."

Whatever, now Hermione was looking for an angle in the business world, so she could accommodate her parents as well.

The Weasley brothers asked her with great curiosity, "Hermione, we had no idea you came from a rich family. If we might be forward, how did you get all that money?"

She tried to explain, granted that neither of the Weasley brothers understood one word about the blue-blood business. Or how her mother's family came from a younger brother, who had not inherited the title, and so on.

"It doesn't matter, it is legal money, and I didn't steal it," Hermione smiled, "I just want to invest my capital, and I love the way George's entrepreneur mind works."

Next, she turned towards Ron, "Ron, dear, you are the brawn, the strategist, and undoubtedly a hard worker, and one of my best friends. So how about it, and we all get rich together?" She smiled, and he felt a tug inside his heart, something threatening to come loose. No, he couldn't go there; mostly, because nobody would allow it.

Ron and Hermione no longer had a common love life, and whose fault was it? Of course his and Harry's, they had blown it, and he knew it; he was smart enough to understand that.

"I have a great idea, Fred had already made at least fifty prototypes of charms and devices 'to play' with your witch." George said enthusiastically trying to push his idea.

Hermione rolled her eyes and giggled, no matter, she was sharp, "True, I know that sex is a growing industry. Besides, witches, the ones with a disposable income live rather Victorian lives. I don't think witches' personal toys are, really, part of the mainstream, and there is no access to even the least risqué of sex toys." She answered as she thought, yes, the idea has its merits.

"Do you have any of them floating around?" Hermione asked with great interest.

"Ah, no, we don't sell them, and I don't think they float." Answered Ron who still wasn't the sharpest of the three in the room, and some expressions just escaped him completely.

George and Hermione laughed, and Ron still looked totally lost.

"I do have one of each; keep in mind that they need to get a test run." George disclosed, lewdly raising his eyebrow, and they all laughed. Hermione tried to suppress any blushing, this was all business.

George brought a couple of boxes, and now it was Ron's turn to blush. He averted his eyes from the witch, and Hermione's mind started to work as fast as usual.

"Do you remember Nigel Wespurt, he was a few classes behind ours," she asked looking at Ron.

"Yes, he was a nice enough wizard, considering how his eyes strayed all the time, in your direction, I mean." It was Ron's natural passive-aggressive response, followed by a suspicious look directed at Hermione.

However, he knew better and fully understood the value of personal safety. Thus, it was critical, in order for them to work together, for him to stay away from statements that could be misconstrued as jealousy. However, it was true, Nigel looked at Hermione way too much, and it wasn't jealousy, he was merely stating the fact; he convinced himself.

Hermione had to bite her cheek to control her temper, and her mind wandered to the not so distant past. Would he ever change? Perhaps it was a bad idea to attempt to work with Ron. And, she remembered their awful break up just a few months before; as a matter of fact, their separation was still a sore spot festering in her heart.

Now, when they were back to being just friends, both, Harry and Ron, had finally understood that it was the end for them. They had come to that conclusion when they had come to enlist his mother and father's help. They'd needed their assistance to get back with Hermione. When they arrived at the Burrow, and to their surprise, there were party noises coming from within, a large gathering judging by the noise levels. Indeed, they'd found the entire family celebrating Hermione's freedom, and Ginny's engagement.

Arthur and Molly were totally unsympathetic, even when they cried their eyes out, complete with sobs and throwing up. Nobody felt sorry for them, because they only had to look at Hermione, and everyone totally agreed that they didn't deserve her. Oh, well, the sweet gits are my cross to bear. And, well, it is true, I still love them dearly but they are purged out from my system. I need to always remember, they were highly toxic. True, true, sometimes I miss their great bedroom skills; hmm, and the way they knew their way around my body and their...she stopped right there. There was no way she would ever be attracted to their bed, no, that was a direct road to hell.

"Hermione, hello, are you still with us?" George tapped her shoulder.

He had given her time to cool off. Yup, Ron and his idiotic jealousy; he knows well how angry it makes her; the prat needs to learn his lesson. As Charlie had put it so well, "Bro, if we had been given the chance the two young idiots had—well, you bet your sweet arse that we would be married by now; and anyone of us would have treated her like a princess. They had their chance and not only they blew it, but they nearly killed her." Yeah, Ron deserves all her anger. George concluded his internal monologue.

Ron wasn't finish, "Why did you think of Nigel connected to, you know, the toys?"

Indeed, at Ron's not so innocent remark about, first Hermione and then George gave him a dirty look. The long and uncomfortable silence, prompted a somewhat feeble retract, "No, he was very nice, and a good choice. Now I remember something about him…It was the one way he looked at her when the Professor err, forget it."

"You will never learn, will you?" George nearly growled between clenched teeth, "and you better stop while you are ahead, YES? You really need to learn when to keep your big mouth shut."

Hermione nodded her head in agreement, and she looked at the wizards while she updated them. She let out a hard calming sigh.

"As I was about to say, ehem, he is a genius with electronics and computers, the internet, you name it. He just opened a small magic electronics shop. He sells electronics which work around magic."

She noticed Ron's pursed lips, his crossed arms, his body slouching, his angry mien, and heard his grumbling sounds. Hermione shook her head in frustration. Finally, she decided to ignore him. "Ehm, after approaching him, I think he would, now, like to join forces with us. Specially considering his well known gripe about the Malfoys, nothing new. Malfoy Industries has tried to take over his small business, what a surprise."

She looked at Ron, who looked even more put out. Just because he couldn't stop wondering why she knew so much about Nigel, and in connection with sex toy. He couldn't wait to tell Harry. Ron hadn't learned his lesson, and to be realistic, he never would; time would be the judge of this assumed premise.

She huffed delicately and continued. "Anyway, I believe that he would be ideal for our purposes. We can make the toys combining the best of both words. You can have my money if we can convince him. I have some other possible wizards and witches, but let's see how this goes."

Days after, they met with Nigel, and he agreed to a one-year salary. After which time some type of partnership could be negotiated. Ron kept giving him an evil eye, and coughed whenever Nigel looked at Hermione. It would always be the case, he had Nigel's number. He shared the info with Harry who had agreed with him.

That was the beginning of their partnership; the idea took root, then watered and fed with capital and brains to make it happen and grow.

All that was left was to decide the name of their new company, a deliberation that took but a minute. Fred had already thought of a double entendre name instead of the p-word, that Hermione totally despised, they changed it to kittens. After all, the marauder generation called witches, kittens. So it was how the 'Happy Kittens,' division of WWW was born, owned by George, Ron, and Hermione, and two silent partners, i.e. Harry Potter and Neville Longbottom.

New Beginnings

George and Ron Weasley, Entrepreneurs, Rich, and Single - Rated in the Top 10 List of British Single Wizards

The two single Wizards' photographs were on the cover of the 'Witches Just Want to have Fun,' popular magazine. It was the brainchild of Lavender Finnegan, née Brown, and Minnie Cherry Pop, the wild 'wizard-eater,' ex-model and yank-expatriate.

The risqué publication was a manual full of how-to-tips—mostly, on how to enjoy a hedonistic life 24-7, if that was your sort of thing—. Each page was devoted to educate witches—regardless of their age, and/or level of expertise.

The mag even had sections for the mature witch that wanted to join the fun. And for those hoping to become an expert in the subject matter, a step by step set of articles could be found. They fully explored the topic of how-to have pleasure with whomever, using whatever, and whenever, along with detailed illustrated manuals and tips. If you had a wish or wanted fresh ideas, this was your source.

However, if you were just curious, or wanted a few tips, or to live vicariously through your imagination, this was also your thing. It was akin to Wizard magazines that wizards hid inside their serious reading, just for the articles, yeah, sure.

Each page was devoted to a much neglected area of witches' education; it was a fact that Purebloods were raised with a Victorian attitude. Furthermore, the S(ex) word was just part of any conversation, not at all; they just did, it behind closed doors.

Extract from the interview- Witches just want to have Fun, 2004 - Spring Edition.

"Yes, we, Fred and I, were two sensitive wizards who soon realized that there is a multitude of lovely witches. And, not only that, we were also aware of the scarcity of Wizards who were able to provide good fun loving fun to everyone of them." Smile, pic, pic.

"My brother Ron and our resident genius Hermione Granger, offered new ideas to supply the needed relief, to those needy masses of expectant witches. I must say that the work of two of the Golden Trio towards the development of our bright ideas, for all our lovely witches, has been the key to our success..."

George answered and ended his statement by flashing his best smile to the scantily dressed dark beauty, who sat close to him conducting the interview for the by-monthly magazine.

Minnie Cherry-Pop wore a cream colored, nearly transparent, jersey top, leaving little to the imagination. The animated logo, displayed pouty lips, and a tongue sensously licking her trademark red-lollypop. "George you don't say, and by the way, I have nothing to do this afternoon, do you? Blah, blah-" and the rest was history.

The article gave way for their dream to come true. Happy Kittens- Inc. a division of WWW was born, launched, and in just 18 months, the sales had sky rocketed. Happy Kittens had become a household name.

The interview set up by Hermione Granger, aided by studies in marketing and three other Muggle and wizarding studies, used the power of the press to make their product known far and wide. Thus, Happy Kittens soon became the number one worldwide supplier of witches' specialized, personal toys.

The name was Hermione's brain child, after Del Toro her Latin lover. It was named 'Amigos' which means 'friends,' as per her press release, "I thought that the name Amigos instead of Friends, would be so clever." Yeah, it sort of was, maybe.

And the financial empire was born. The first real family of products was the 'Amigos' family, and their first line was the advertised as, 'The Best Friend of A Modern Witch's Kitty.'

Soon George and Ron were fighting the witches off. Alas, Hermione was not so lucky, her brief success in the dating world seem doomed to failure. She was under a curse, all her lovers had been a hit and run just as Del Toro. The word was out, "Dating Granger was truly a danger."

There were pop songs written about her, the most popular one was, 'Granger's Cursed-Kitty's Wicked Danger' sung by the popular grungy magical band 'Voldie's rejects.'

Happy Kittens -

Each of the soft lined pouches discreetly hid one of the Happy Kittens Amigos' Best Friend; one of the products from their first line of personal toys, for the modern witch in touch with her—Personal Needs.

Let it be your true best friend, take it wherever you go—and let your 'friend' satisfy all your most intimate needs, that was the writing inside the pouch, on a nicely folded scroll. The same was published in public advertisement. However, not everyone one understood the meaning of the writing in the scroll, and many Wizarding world members, still wondered what kind of friend that was.

A good illustration of the lack of clarity of their advertisement happened during dinner at the Longbottoms. Augusta Longbottom asked Neville. "Darling, do you think I need a Happy Kitten?" She asked not knowing what it was. Ginny Longbottom had to leave the room in a fit of laughter, before she would wet her pants from laughing so hard. Neville had turned bright red, "Err, Grandmother, I really don't think you should get one; probably, Err, you, err, never mind..."

"But Neville, darling, you invested our Galleons, well done may I add. It is good to have no more worries. And, according to the Prophet, all single witches and widows ought to have one to make them happy. And only the Creator knows how much I could use a little happiness—until there are little ones ..." Neville ran from the room as fast as he could, pretending sickness.

Teddy Lupin kept pestering his parents, "I want a kitten. Kittens are happiest and bestest friends." And a little more forceful, "You give me one, I WANT ONE OF MY OWN, A BIG, THE MOST BIGGEST KITTEN." And he crossed his arms pouting, "Mommy tolds Auntie Hermi that Aunt Gini has two biggies, and she will not share; and that mommy had to go and buy her own, but I cannot find the kitty." And he pitched a major fit.

Remus was furious with Dora and Hermione, so, he confronted them after Teddy's last blowout.

"Why do you talk such rubbish around Teddy? If he keeps asking, you will explain it to him. Not I, no sir, no way, the two of you will. And Dora, why do you need one?" He asked, totally indignant, before he realized his folly and blushed at his wife's raised eyebrows. Too bad that Tonks was not able to keep a straight face and broke into a guffaw. Dora and Hermione laughed for a while while Remus covered his head with a pillow.

Fred's Homage

From an article —Each line in the market, after tested and proven safe, is released. The Amigos line has been introduced by the remaining half of the WWW founders, George Weasley, created out his love for all witches, and in memory of his best-half, Fred Weasley, who borne each of the inventions—

And yes, the original ideas were Fred's, as his statue and a plaque at the entrance, of the new several stories high building at the entrance of Knockturn Alley, attested:

—Frederick Weasley's great mind and his love for witches made it all possible. He had a wish, a world full of happy and satisfied witches and their happy 'kittens.' We wish were still here with us.

We love you, George, Ron and Hermione—

Molly's Conversion

The international overnight success of the local grassroots industry that produced the magical enhanced sex toys for witches, had spilled over the entire Weasley family and the community itself.

The 'Weasleys Wizards Wheezes,' WWW's magic shop had expanded, and the main manufacturing of products and potions were now made at a newly renovated, reclaimed portion of Knockturn Alley. The Potion's Master was The Bat, who reigned in the newly renovated cellar, indeed, the Kitten's PM was the one and only, Severus Snape.

All Weasley' s family members were enjoying the rewards of the new prosperity, and the chances of personal growth and employment, all except Molly.

"The way you are all making Galleons is truly indecent. I don't even want to be seen by anyone when I go to Diagon Alley. You trade on the very Devil's tools; no wonder the new offices are located at Knocturn Alley where they belong. Pure filth and rubbish, is what they are." She ranted and raved to the family, daily.

Well, that was until four months earlier. The fated day when Arthur went home for lunch on the spur of the moment. Upon arriving at the Burrow, he caught her leaning on the kitchen board, with a small pouch laid on top of it, half opened, and she was gingerly touching it with two fingers. She was obviously trying to get the courage to do something with it, uncharacteristically giggling, and a finger patting her lips.

Arthur's interest was piqued when he recognized the packaging of one of the Amigos, "Molly-woobles, what do you have in your hand, and what on earth are you doing? Oh, I see. May I be of some help?" He was quick witted, after all.

Nobody was appraised as to Molly's actual findings during that lunch hour. One could only judge by one relaxed, smiling Arthur who said, "Sons, your Mom has accepted the job to manage the company's child care, restaurant, and other social support operations. She will start right upon our return. We are taking a four week holiday in the south of France." He told his surprised family during the afternoon's board meeting.

"And how did you manage for her to come around? Did you perchance used on her, hmm, the Weasley wizards' hidden charm?" Grinned George lewdly raising his eyebrows, as his brethren and kin guffawed maliciously, except for Charlie.

"Oh, that is so gross, I need to wash my ears," said Charlie.

"Yes father, do tell how she changed her mind since this morning; and how is it that just in a few hours, she has accepted to work here, at the very Devil's manufacture of dark evil gadgets. I would like quote her own words, "Your Amigos will corrupt every good witch in the world. I will never, ever, go to into that cesspool you call work," Ron taunted his dad.

Arthur looked at his nails and smiled mysteriously. What he knew, he wasn't telling. It was between Molly, him, and their best amigo.