So I actually had the idea for this story a very long time ago but never really started to sit down and write it. It bugs me that everyone seems to be living a nice cushy life but no one ever really wants to deleve into what happens with George. So my imagination decided to explore this unknown territory.

So only Andrea blongs to me. None of the other characters or places belong to me. I only expand on the playground that Ms. Rowwling so graciously gave us.

George was finishing up the weekly inventory when he noticed his younger brother walk into the room. George looked over at him to see him fidgeting around, something obviously on his mind.

"What do you need?" George asked going back to his work. Ron stuffed his hands into his pockets.

"Well, I finished everything you need me to do this afternoon and, well Hermione's parents are coming over for dinner tonight. So I was wondering if…"

"You want to leave early?" George asked never taking his eyes off the check-list in his hands.

"Umm, kinda," Ron replied. George sighed.

"Go ahead."

"Thanks. I'll see you tomorrow."

George watched his youngest brother walk out the door, shaking his head in the process. As grateful as he was for Ron helping out when, when he died, George knew that Ron didn't have the same dedication as Fred did. A girl was not the first thing on Fred's mind, not when the had a blooming business on their hands.

It took George about another thirty minutes to finish the inventory. Sometimes he didn't realize how much stuff they actually sold. George sat down at his desk and looked at the small pile of work he still had left to do. He sighed once again.

"Maybe an early night would be good for everyone." he said as he rubbed his tired eyes. George stood up from his chair and grabbed his briefcase. Leaving from work early was exactly what he was going to do. With a wave of his wand, his work robes magically changed into muggle clothes. He figured he would stop for a drink before he went home.

George never went to wizard pubs anymore. Whenever he went somewhere people were always staring at him. He was the "Living Twin." The one who survived while his brother died during the battle at Hogwarts. So he always went to muggle pubs. Sure the service was slow and the drink choice was limited but no one stared, and that's what he truly desired.

He apparerated to an alley by his favorite spot. He walked to the front door of The Blazing Donkey and went into the building. He tried never to breathe to deeply in there because of the constant smokers in there. He found his usual table in the corner. He sat down and took the drink menu off the spindly table, waiting for one of the muggle girls to come take his order.

"What can I get, ya?" said an American voice. He looked up to see a real pretty blonde girl in the bar uniform standing next to him. He hadn't seen her here before.

"Are you new here?" he asked her.

"Yeah, just started here last week. Now what can I get for you?" she said.

"Umm, I'll try this here." he said pointing at some name of a drink on the list. She looked at it wrote it down and walked away. He turned his head to watch her walk away. Even though she was a muggle girl, it never hurt to look.

She went behind the bar and he turned back around to his briefcase to get some work to do out of it. How pathetic. Even when I leave work to get away from it, I bring it with me he thought as he started on it. The blonde came back with his drink. She set down a napkin and the drink and walked off. He opened it up and almost gagged. It tasted terrible. George took his wand out of his pocket and descritely waved it around it murmuring a spell to change the taste of it.

He hastily stuffed it back into his pocket and went back to work. As he busied himself into it, he felt a movement in his pocket as his wand was being removed from behind. George turned around quickly to see the blonde muggle girl that served him his drink twirling it around in her fingers.

"You know, if you're gonna bring this into a place like this, you should proably put somewhere a muggle can't see it," she said smiling. George's eyes widened. How could she possibly know what the word "muggle" meant?

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