Disclaimer- As always, not mine! J.K Rowling owns all. If only things could be different...

A/N- my first ever G/Hr ship. Not sure if I'm going to continue it. I'm an R/Hr girl all the way. Do love the Weasley twins though- and my name is HrWeasley so really it could go any way! Anyway, you know the drill...read, review, ENJOY!

"Fred, we need more fake wands!"

"I'll be right with you brother dearest!" Fred hollered from the storeroom of WWW.

The twin's merchandise was flying off the shelves at a rate faster than they could keep up with. Some things quite literally.

"George, we really must tie those miniscule hippogriffs down. Or at least cage them!"

"But they're so cute Fred, flying round in little circles, sitting on the customers' shoulders. They sell themselves!"

"They're also making a huge mess of our shop. I found one in amongst the love potions, and now I don't believe it sees me as daddy…"

George stifled a laugh.

"Don't laugh brother. We are twins after all…"

The colour drained from George's face as he frantically looked after the shop trying to find the love struck hippogriff.

"So when are you two heading off to America then?" Ginny asked from behind the counter.

"The interview with Trick or Treat is tomorrow." The twins said with a smile.

"So you'll be leaving in the morning then?" Ginny inquired.

"George is going to be flying solo this time."

"Cause of Angelina?" Ginny asked with her knowing smile.

"Well you know she has been feeling under the weather Gin. I can't just leave her home alone." Fred said dramatically.

"Yeah, mum would shout herself blue in the face if he left Angelina in that state. Now if you could come tomorrow afternoon, she might be ok…" George smirked.

"George!" Fred screamed at his twin.

"I know already Fred. It's blatantly obvious. Feeling queasy in the morning, always wanting to eat, what was it? Oh yeah, blueberry and pumpkin muffins?"

"With melted cheese on top." George smirked again.

Fred leapt up from the seat he had taken to attack his brother while Ginny gagged at the thought of such a craving.

"Fred, she already knew!" George said as he stumbled backwards towards the storeroom. He lent up against the door and fell onto his back when it flung open, just as Fred reached him.

"Sorry George." Harry said as he stared down at him. He stepped over the body on the floor, greeted Fred and walked towards his girlfriend.

"Are you feeling okay Ginny?" He asked and she filled him in what had happened.

Fred shook off his rage and turned to go back to the shelves that needed stacked.

George breathed a sigh of relieve as he got up onto his feet.

All the stress of this pregnancy is really starting to take its toll on him.

George smiled as he thought of his brother being a father. His smile soon turned upside down as his thoughts wandered to his own love life. Would he ever have what his twin had?

He turned to see Fred forcefully pulling fake wands out of the box and thrusting them into the barrel they were displayed in. Ginny was giggling at Harry as he compared Fred's current behaviour to another red head, Ron.

"Imagine if he was about to be a dad! He'd have exploded, literally, by now!" He joked, tears streaming down his face as he struggled to get his sentence out through all his amusement.

George sighed and turned around to go upstairs and start his packing. All of his siblings had found someone special, even Percy had Penelope and the three "aliens" as the twins called them. Bill and Fleur had been married 8 years that summer and had just had their second son, Joshua Albus Weasley. Charlie was working in Romania with his long-term girlfriend, Abigail. Fred had been married to Angelina for a few short months, Ron had just started dating Madeleine, and Harry and Ginny had gotten back together three years previously after Voldemort had finally been defeated.

George felt like he was alone in the world. Having come from such a large family, he dreamt of having children of his own. He wanted to be in a relationship now, or at least to meet a girl who he remotely liked. All the girls who he had happened upon lately were either trying too hard, didn't try enough or were just way too out there for his liking. He just wanted someone he could talk to, who was happy simply being them.

He folded the clothes he intended to pack and placed them on his bed with the other items. With a swish of his wand his bag was packed and he sat down at his desk with a sigh. His head fell onto his arms.

Sunbeams shone through the window as George groggily lifted his head. Every muscle in his body was screaming as he stretched out of his curled position.

That's the last time I sleep all night at my desk. George thought as he picked out his shirt and trousers and went to get ready. After having some breakfast, George gathered his belongings together and left for his stay in the States.