Summary: A post- war, AU FRED-NOT-DEAD Universe story where George dead instead of Fred and is intend to be good old fashion teacher student relationship Fred/Hermione romance. Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter all but the plot this fic belong to the beautiful mind of J. K. Rowling

Chapter 1

A mistake, this has to be a mistake Fred thoughtto himself after opening the Hogwarts letter from McGonagall. Being headmistress must be stressing her out to the point of losing her mind if she wants me as a professor.

Fred sat there alone in his flat above the shop starring at the letter unable to make up his mind as to what to think about it. He didn't know how this could be anything to even consider, but at the same time a part of him wanted to take this letter seriously. Could he really be a professor? Could he really go back to Hogwarts? There was so much of George there for him it would be nice to go back for a while. But me? A Professor? That's just crazy. After all he hadn't even finished school himself. He couldn't see how anyone could take him seriously as a professor.

Just as he was about to write out a reply declining the job, he was struck with an idea. It was in that moment he knew exactly who would know best what kind of professor he'd be and quickly wrote out a letter to Hermione, asking if she meet him at the leaky cauldron that night.

Hermione walked into the leaky cauldron looking around for her favorite foolish redhead. It had been a while since she had seen Fred, or any of the Weasley family outside of Ginny since her and Ron had stopped seeing each other. Though the break up was relatively mutual when they realized that they were better friends, it was still hard to look at those she once thought would become her family.

She saw Fred sitting at the bar all alone drinking fire whiskey and laughing to himself about something. Hermione watched him for a moment; it was a nice sight to see Fred cheerful even if it was only drunken bliss. It was the first time she could remember him smiling since George died in the war.

Hermione silently slid in beside Fred as he ordered another fire whiskey. She made a disapproving sound next to him, alerting him to her presence. Hermione quickly found herself in a warm embrace from the drunken man beside her who couldn't seem to hold in his excitement at the sight of her.

"Hermione! What a lovely sight you are. Care for a drink?"

"No thank you. It good to see you Fred it's been a while."

Fred smiled at her as they continued the necessary small talk for a long while. Between the usual How-you-been?'s and What-have-you-been-up-to?'s there was the small jokes and reminiscing's that you would expect from a Weasley twin that lighten the slightly awkward tenses between the pair before Fred's mood changed to something more serious.

"What's your honest opinion of me Hermione?" Fred asked abruptly starring at his empty glass, the smile faded from his face. Confused by the sudden mood change in Fred, Hermione wasn't quite sure how to answer his peculiar question. "What do you mean Fred?" there was a concern in her voice that seemed to soften him a bit more.

"I mean, what kind of man do you think I am?" This question clearly made Hermione quite uncomfortable, and there was a silent then fell between them. When Fred looked at Hermione something with in her made it very hard to look at him. Her gaze quickly moved to the bar tender, and she decided to order a fire whiskey. She had a knot in her stomach as she thought about his question, there was clearly some meaning behind it that she didn't know. She was worried about where this conversation could go and thought about her answer.

The silence between them was become more uncomforted as Hermione felt Fred starring at her when the bartender brought her fire whiskey. She looked at Fred for a moment but as they made eye contact she felt butterflies shoot through her stomach and a heat come to her face. She quickly looked away from him and stared at her drink for a moment before downing her shot.

Fred watched her nervous actions with great interest, he wasn't quite sure why but Hermione seemed unnerved by his question. Something about her warmed him in that moment when she finally looked at him.

"I think you're a bloody brilliant wizard, I always have. " She spoke as if choosing each word carefully. A smile came across Fred's face, and he chuckled "Brilliant enough to be the Charms Professor at Hogwarts next year?" Hermione was silent for a moment not completely sure how to take his question before laugh a little. "Where did that come from Fred?"

His eyes began to shift away from her and then back again as he spoke. "Because I have been offered to job." Expecting her to be completely as shocked as he was, Fred found her calm tone as she responded very surprising. "What about the shop?"

He laugh at her "What do you mean? I can't take the job. I'm a joke, a prankster no one could take me seriously. Honestly Hermione who would ever want to learn from me?" Her voice was abnormally soft as she spoke simple "I would."

Fred eyes went wide as a shocked expression over took his features and he gapped at Hermione. That was the last thing he had expected for her to say. "Why is that?" He asked her, his voice just above a whisper. Hermione had to hold back a chuckle for fear Fred would take her laugher the wrong way. "You more than anyone I know, other than Harry, have this amazing knack for being able to accomplish things most people can't. If you set your mind to something you find a way to do it. You are extremely gifted with charms you know, regardless of your marks in school and that charming disconcert you have towards any form of rules I think you'd make a brilliant professor." There was a pause while they looked at one another before a wicked grin spread across Fred's face. "You think I'm charming?''

Hermione became very fluster and quickly scuffed at him while Fred began to roar with laughter. Her irritation at his playful comment was short lived and she soon found herself laughing along with Fred.

"So is that why you asked me here tonight? To ask me about whether you'd make a good professor."

"Honestly I thought that if the smartest bookworm I knew whose favorite thing was school told me to go for it I might actually feel good enough to consider accepting the temporary position."

"Temporary position?"

"Yeah Professor Flitwick requested the year off to deal with some family issues from the war. I wouldn't consider it otherwise, I'd never close down the shop. But term starts in a few weeks and they seem pretty desperate to fill the position."

"Had you thought about what you'd do with the shop for a year if you take the job?"

"Gave it a little thought but not much. Ron's been helping out and he doesn't know what he wants to do for the year I could leave him in charge, check in during holidays." Hermione's mood changed at the mention of Ron's name and Fred noticed the change. "If it's alright to ask, what happened with you two?" Fred could tell by the look of dread on her face this was the wrong thing to ask, and yet she seemed to be contemplating answering him.

"We just… I just released that it wasn't right. I wasn't as happy as I thought I should be. He was one of my best friend and I thought I was in love with him but wasn't. The relationship was very childish, and I had…"

"Out grown him?" Hermione nodded at Fred's words and sighed. She had never said it out loud and there was a wave relief that wash over her to have Fred practically take the words out of her mouth as though he understood completely.

Fred watched her for a moment before leaning over and playful nudging her with his shoulder "Come on, don't beat yourself up about it. You did the right thing, and one day he will thank you for it. But you know none of us Weasley's blame you."

"You don't?"

"No, none of us do. Mum really misses you by the way you should stop by and talk to her sometime." Hermione smiled softly and had a twinge of guilt for thinking breaking up with Ron meant breaking up with the whole Weasley family. "I will have to do that before term starts."

Fred looked at her with utmost amusement as a grin spread across his face. "You're going back?" With all the damage the war had done the ministry had passed a law allowing wizards and witches who were supposed to be at NEWT level during the time of the war have a pass on taking the exams if they so choose.

Hermione looked down as she spoke, "I haven't told anyone yet. I know most everyone is taking a pass on their 7th year like Ron and Harry but I don't want it. My education is really important to me and I don't want to miss out on my NEWTs. It feels to much like taking the easy way out to me"

The most mischievous smirk came across Fred lips at all the thoughts of having authority over Hermione ran through his mind. He straightened himself up very professional and in a slightly playful tone spoke "Well I shall see you in class Miss Granger."

His words sent a weird shiver through Hermione as a million thoughts of the coming year began to consume her thoughts and an unexplainable quiver of excitement run through her.

Authors Note: This is my first fanfic I have ever written. I am writing it as a creative outlet in hopes to get a feel for peoples respond to my writing style before finishing writing my own original manuscript. I am open to all constructive criticism and suggestions. So please leave a review or message me with any comments or advice, and I will try my best to have the next chapter up ASAP.