A/N: Alright people, new fic heading your way. First I need to tell y'all a few things. First, Fred and George are BOTH alive (Fred doesn't die) and this is AFTER the war. Lord Voldemort is defeated, etc. George is married to Angelina Johnson, Fred has no girlfriend.

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Fred POV

Dazzling blues, reds, and the brightest of yellows filled my dream.

I saw my little sister, Ginny, her husband Harry, and myself all dancing to the muggle song called the Macarena.

It was a pleasant dream, actually. Especially when a very seductive looking Hawaiian girl showed up to join us.

As soon as she came up close to me my annoying git of a twin, George shook me out of my stupor.

"Wake up, you stupid bloke", said George as he shook my king sized bed.

"Mmm. Go away." I replied.

This routine not unexpected, ever since we got our own place right above the shop George would wake up every morning at 8 A.M then wake me up at 10… He sort of was the "mother" in this situation.

"Agh, shit", I said.

Finally I remembered why he woke me up thirty minutes early.

We had interviews.

Since our business has grown we've needed an extra helping hand…

I mean, it's great to have Harry and Ron around but they usually just mess everything up and end up making it harder on George and I.

"Interviews?" I questioned.

"Yes Fred, interviews. Starting in thirty minutes so hurry up and get yourself downstairs."

"Yes. Mum."

George hated it when I called him "mum".

He grumbled incoherently before swinging the door shut behind him.

I chuckled softly as I climbed out of bed and threw on some magenta robes.

I never really realized how bad that the Weasley Wizard Wheezes robes clashed with my striking red hair.

Oh well.

I walked downstairs just in time to greet the first interviewee.

"Hello", said a short, plump girl timidly.

"Welcome deary", said George faking politeness…

After two hours of disappointing interviews we finally had just one more left.

"Only one left, Georgie". I said, tauntingly.

"Thank Merlin", he replied with a wry grin.

George and I stopped chatting as a young witch stepped into the front of our shop.

This girl wasn't just an ordinary girl; this girl was possibly one of the most beautiful witches Fred had ever laid eyes on.

With that glossy auburn hair cascading down to her rib cage, those startling ice blue eyes, with that porcelain skin, and the pinkest of pink lips- she was otherworldly pretty.

She was not merely pretty- she also had a great sense of style from what Fred could tell.

She had on a lemon-yellow sundress with a deep purple silk robe.

Her three inch snake-skin heels made a faint clacking noise against the hardwood floor.

She also walked with a purpose, like she knew what she wanted in life. He liked that.

Even if she walked with a purpose she was relatively short compared to the twins- around 5'6 from what Fred could tell.

"Hi, there", she said, with a voice so pure-sounding- yet mysterious- all at once.

"I'm Autumn", she said, holding out her hand.

This should be interesting.

Alright so if you totally hate it- forgive me. If you totally love it- review me.

Review either way. I'm particularly fond of Fred and George- well anything Harry Potter, too for that matter. So please review and tell me what you think. If you guys think I should continue I need at least FIVE reviews till the next chapter.