This story takes place after the war. Fred never died. Harry became the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. Hermione is a journalist for the Quibbler. George, Fred, and Lee all work at the joke shop. Harry and Ginny are engaged and set to adopt Teddy. Ron is coach for the Chudley Canons.

*Forgive me if I spell anything wrong or it doesn't exactly like up with the books. This is my adaptation and I own nothing*

Fred sighed as he gave up trying to prevent the Gassy Glasses from exploding on one's face. He had already burnt two shirts beyond repair and he could no longer smell anything other than the odor of a burning fart.

"You might want to take a break, mate. You're looking a bit like Seamus from back at Hogwarts." Lee walked in the back taking in the papers strewn everywhere, burnt glasses, and a stumped Fred covered in ash with his hair sticking up all over. Lee sniffed he air and gagged. "Smell a bit like him too and that's not a compliment".

"Very funny, but I can't take a break until I figure this out. Otherwise it's going to drive me mad." Fred crumpled up a paper and threw it at Lee who let it hit him in the shoulder.

"Well you're going to have to be a bit loopy for the moment. Someone from the Quibbler's here to do an article on the shop. George left a while back to get everything ready for Angelina. I'll see if I can figure it out while you're gone" Lee pushed Fred out the the chair he was sitting in.

"Alright, alright. You don't have to run it in though that he's getting married before me every time you see me though" Fred laughed. Lee grinned back.

"I can't help it, it brings me such pleasure" Lee called as Fred walked out the room.

"Yeah, yeah" Fred smiled good naturedly as he left. He went to the front of the shop and found everything to be perfect chaos with Umbridge heads floating around screaming, small smoke bombs going off, chaos everywhere, and children laughing. Perfect.

He turned around and nearly smashed into a frazzled Hermione.

"Woah there. Hermione Granger. I never thought I'd see the day of you buying our products. Trying to fight off a couple fellows, eh? We have stink bombs and anti love potions" Fred gestured the vast array of prank products on display.

"I am not here to buy anything Fred. I'm here from the Quibbler for the article" Hermione said with a serious look on her face.

"You work for the Quibbler? I thought you said the Quibbler was full of nonsense!" Fred exclaimed.

"Yes, well during the war they were the only ones not putting out false information and supported Harry" Hermione shrugged. "Enough about me though. How is the shop going? I am here to write an article after all".

Fred shook his head clearing his thoughts and grabbed Hermione's arm to pull her out of the way of a screaming Umbridge head whizzing past.

"You might want to watch out around here" George chuckled as Hermione nearly fell over in surprise.

"I gathered that, especially from your appearance" Hermione raised an eyebrow as she took in his hair that was sticking up different directions, his blackened clothes, and ash that was everywhere on him.

"Like what you see, eh Granger?" Fred flashed his signature grin that would have made any Hogwarts school girl faint. Hermione rolled her eyes which only made Fred chuckle.

"Anyway, I'm supposed to ask a few questions about the shop" Hermione brought out her quill and paper and cast a spell so they would write down the conversation.

"Hey Fred, George says to close up in fifteen so your Mum doesn't go completely mad if you're late because of the shop" Lee poked his head out from the workroom.

"Thanks mate" Fred called back. "You can go home and get ready for tonight. Head over to the Burrow whenever. Mum will be thrilled to see you again"

Fred then cast a spell to magnify his voice. "Sorry everyone. We're closing a bit early today for a special occasion. Everyone please bring your items up to the register or go home" He then turned to Hermione. "Sorry Hermione, can this wait a bit?"

"Of course. Don't let me stop you" Hermione stepped aside as Fred finished checking everyone out. As the last person left, Lee walked out and after a quick goodbye, he disapparated.

"What's going on at the Burrow?" Hermione asked curiously.

"George's asking Angelina to marry him tonight at dinner"

"Oh that's wonderful!"

"Why don't you come tonight? Mum would love to see you and George would want you to be there"

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to impose"

"No it's fine. As long as we can do the interview after dinner, you are invited"

"It's a deal"

Fred started closing up as Hermione changed in the loo. She stepped out wearing a black skirt and a red top and Fred couldn't help but think she had really outgrown her bushy hair and buck tooth smile. She was actually pretty. Fred shook those thought out of his mind. That's the girl Ron fancies. You can't like her.

He stepped aside to change into gray trousers and a maroon shirt. Thy finished up and locked the doors before stepping outside into the brisk autumn weather.

Fred offered his arm to Hermione and she gripped it tightly.

"Hermione you're going to take my arm off" Fred teased. Hermione blushed and stuttered for abut before Fred laughed.

"Sorry, but Side-Along Apparation is still a little dizzying for me." Hermione apologized.

"I was only teasing. You don't have to apologize, Granger. You're fine" he reassured her. The pair apparated away without another word to the Burrow.