Surely that twinkling isn't normal, thought Hermione as she gazed into the eyes of a younger Professor Dumbledore. They were sitting in a corner booth at the Three Broomsticks. As the day wound down, the time between new arrivals lengthened and the remaining patrons dwindled. The booth at which Hermione Granger and Young Professor Dumbledore dined had particularly low lighting. There was no reason for his eyes to be twinkling.

"-and that is why I think you would be perfect for the opening," Hermione snapped back to attention. What? What opening? Going through school again would be simply unbearable! This could not happen.

"Er—Pro- I mean, Albus. I don't really think it would be the right fit. I already know more than a lot of the students and that would not really be fair to them, you know?"

The Headmaster looked annoyed. It was a strange look for his face. Hermione was used to seeing him look worried, solemn, mischievous, and omniscient. He had never looked annoyed in her time. It seemed almost beneath him somehow. But then again, this Dumbledore had plenty of time before he needed to become an enigmatic figure.

"—so teachers really should know more than which is one of the reasons I am asking you to take this job."

Hermione realized she had zoned out again. Maybe she had time lag? Ugh, even in her head her jokes sounded lame. This was why she usually left the humor to Ron. She gathered her errant thoughts and pieced together the gist of what Dumbledore was proposing. She had always loved telling people how to do things, and being a Professor gave her the authority that required people to listen to her. Her brow furrowed as she thought about it. It probably wouldn't take that long to come up with a syllabus and she would have complete access to Hogwarts's prestigious Library. She could even get students to help her grade and would receive an income. But then again she would have to deal with children. She had never really managed a large group of students before and wasn't sure she would be up for the task.

"What if I can't manage them? I know some kids can be very troublesome. I was best friends with someone who broke rules on a regular basis. Hell, I broke rules on a regular basis!" As a student, she had been someone who preached rule-following while breaking them while necessary. As a professor, she would have to catch people like herself. It would take so much work disciplining all the errant children.

"What if you did not have to be in charge of disciplining? You could just direct the students to myself or Professor McGonagall."

Hermione smiled. "That sounds wonderful." Now there was only one thing to sort out. She looked at Dumbledore and wondered how annoyed he would be if she asked.

"So, what subject am I teaching again?"

Muggle Studies Syllabus A.K.A the shit wizards should know so they don't fuck up their lives by joining death eaters

Hermione sighed as she tried to recall what she had learned in her Muggle Studies class. It hadn't been anything groundbreaking that was for sure. She remembered how the professor had blabbed on about things that barely featured in today's technology. Part of the problem was the wizards knew next to nothing about science and all major changes in recent history had been due to advances in science. She supposed she could teach about World War I or II but she had no interest in teaching about subjects the learner had didn't give a crap about.

Hermione had taken the job for the library and the money but she wanted to do it well. She wanted to teach the wizards why Muggles were worth something. She had realized that Dumbledore was essentially asked her to teach a course on why she was fighting the war. At least that was her interpretation of his request.

Now if only she could come up with a damn syllabus. Hermione decided to put herself in her future students' shoes. If she were a teenager, no a Harry or Ron, taking this class because it was easy, what would convince her that Muggles were people too? More importantly, what would keep her interest long enough to listen to what the teacher was saying? A slow smile took over Hermione's face as she contemplated how to make Muggle Studies the most epic class in the History of Hogwarts.

Grabbing a spare bit of parchment, she started a letter.

Professor Dumbledore,

I hope you don't mind, but I have a few requests that I feel are absolutely necessary for me to do my job properly…

The excited chatter of students returning to school filled the Great Hall. There were some people here who would be very interesting in her time. Hermione smiled as she saw a teenage Amelia Bones pass her by. To think of the things she could change! But she was not sure what changing the past could mean. She didn't want to end up like that unfortunate Unspeakable who accidentally erased 25 of her ancestors and made Tuesday twice as long as it should have been. Hermione shuddered. No she would stick to being a teacher, a position most kids would ignore anyway. And if they were thinking about joining Voldemort, well then they wouldn't be taking a Muggle Studies class anyways.

Just then another student caught her eye. He was tall, had disheveled black hair, and was swaggering his way to the Gryffindor Table. He was flanked by three other boys. They were none other than the famous Marauders. Hermione squinted. From the way they went on, she had assumed that Harry was an exact copy of James, but there were quite a few differences. For one, he seemed smaller somehow. Even though he was more muscular than Harry, he did not have the same presence. This was to be expected. After all, James was not a celebrity in the Wizarding World, like Harry. He also seemed to be more handsome than Harry. Hermione looked away. It was disquieting to see the face of someone she knew so well changed in such ways.

But she couldn't help herself, as a burst of raucous laughter grabbed her attention. A tan, black haired boy seemed to be telling a story which was apparently hilarious. That must be Sirius, she mused. He looked so different as a teenager. And the gangly kid beside him was surely Lupin. His haircut seemed to have not changed in 20 or so years. And last was Peter. He seemed to be laughing along with the crowd. Hermione examined him for signs of evilness, but of course there were none. He was no different from all the other laughing teenagers around him. They wouldn't be laughing for long, Hermione thought to herself. Voldemort's reign had started during this time. Before she could depress herself more thoroughly, Dumbledore stood up.

The silence was immediate. Hermione was unnerved. Had Dumbledore held this power when she was at Hogwarts? She couldn't recall. It seemed that Dumbledore had even more respect in this time. Hearing her name, Hermione tuned back into the speech.

"-Hermione Granger."

As the students all turned around to look at her, Hermione furiously berated herself for not paying attention. What had Dumbledore said about her? Was she supposed to respond? Alarmed, she looked at the Headmaster. He smirked at her. Smirked! She had never seen Dumbledore's face contort in that way and it made him look younger. He took pity on her.

"Ms. Granger, would you like to say something about your new post as a Professor for Muggle Studies?"

"Oh yes! Of course!" said Hermione. Of course she would be expected to say something. All the new Defense Professors had said something at the Feast, right? Or had they? Hermione told herself to focus. Okay speech. That couldn't be too hard right?

"Hello students!" She waited for them to respond. There were a few half-hearted hellos, but the metaphorical crickets were chirping. God this was awkward.

"My name is Hermione Granger and I will be teaching you all Muggle Studies this year. I plan to tailor this class to teach wizards about Muggle culture…." She noticed some students drifting off and chittering with their classmates. "However, I do not plan it to be boring for Muggle-born students either. I hope I can keep this class interesting and give you all something to think about when making future decisions." Hermione finished. She had imparted her directive in the most succinct way she could. The rest they could find out in her class, she thought as she smirked to herself.

A/N: Hermione as a teacher instead of a student! I'm a bit sick of all the Hermione/James/Sirius/Whoever stories. This story is about Hermione as a badass teacher. Stick around, I have a few surprises for you all.