Summary: George's depression has left and he's treating his friends and family well. But to everyone else George is an evil womanizing git. What happens when his friends and family finally realize what a George is without a Fred? Jerk!George GW/AS Post DH T 4 Now

A/N- George isn't so much evil as he is a jerk… well then again that depends on your definition of evil also I suppose… well anyways fear not the evil jerk-ish stuff won't come for a bit, so you'll have time to decide how evil or how much of a jerk George really turned into.

I know Flashbacks are usually done in italics but it's not a traditional type of Flashback so I just wrote Flashback in bold letters.

Also it's T now, though since I don't consider myself the best writer of smut, it may stay that way. I do know how to imply sex very well though so you might not be upset… right then, on with the story…

A George without a Fred

"Hello all,"

George Weasley strode into the Burrow and sat down at the table with a smirk on his face.

"George! You're here." Mrs. Weasley said as she walked over to hug her son in hapy surprise.

"Last time I checked I was still invited over any time, right?" He asked knowingly.

"Of course dear, of course… it's just you haven't been around since Fred…"

"Fred died? Yes I know. Terribly sorry about that. I was in that deep mourning stage you know? But I'm over it now, actually." George said grabbing some toast from off the platter on the table.

Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny were all sitting at the table as well, and to say they were shocked wouldn't quite cover it.

"Over it? What do you mean over it? I tried to go see you two days ago, and you wouldn't even let me in the flat." Ron bellowed.

"Ron" Hermione and Ginny yelled.

"No, he's right. I've been a complete git these past couple of months. Sorry about that as well. Harry mate, pass the eggs please." George said giving them an apologetic look as he waited for Harry to pass the plate with the eggs.

Harry seemed to be in a bit of a shock, but managed to pass the eggs towards George. George happily scooped some onto his toast.

"Sorry? You acted as if you were the only one who lost a brother, you prat." Ron yelled annoyed.

"Now you listen here young man-" Mrs. Weasley started.

"No Ron. I regret to inform you that I did not act like I was the only one who lost a brother. I acted like I was the only one who lost a twin, big difference bro." George said, and he reached for the pan with the bacon.

"You don't have to explain yourself to Ron, George"

Ginny said giving Ron a look as if she'd like nothing better than to hex him.

"Thanks sis." George replied after he placed about six strips of bacon on top of the eggs, as he layered them on top of each other.

"How can you just say alright? You cried over George's treatment of us for days." Ron pointed out.

"Did you? I'm sorry about that as well. In fact, to save of us some time, I'm genuinely sorry for anyone that may have been offended by my choice of grieving the loss of my best friend, and twin. There, happy Ron?"

George said this as he stood up grabbing another piece of toast from the pile.

"No I'm not. You don't mean it." Ron said standing himself.

"On the contrary little brother, I do. But I don't have the time to waste proving it to you right now. I have some work to do, you know? I hope the rest of you have a Brilliant day."

George made his way for the door- taking a bite of the sandwich he had created during his arguing with Ron.

"George wait" Mrs. Weasley yelled after her son.

"Later mum, maybe I'll swing by for dinner, ok?"

And George Weasley left out the door, and disapparated with a crack. Mrs. Weasley, who seemed half excited to see her son, but half heart broken at his sudden leaving headed upstairs quickly trying to hide her sniffles.

"Ron, that was thoughtless and insensitive. How could you just attack him like that?" Hermione yelled at her boyfriend.

"That wasn't my fault, how could he just saunter in like that, as if everything was ok, when it isn't?"

"But at least he visited Ron. He's been shut up in that flat for the last month and all you can do is think to yell at him. You're the world's biggest prat you know that don't you?" Ginny yelled.

"I'm not wrong in this. Harry help me out here mate."

"Sorry Ron. But I agree. You could've let him say something besides 'hello', before lashing into him." Harry said looking at him seriously.

"Fine. Make me the bad guy." Ron said sitting back down.

"It's not about being bad the guy Ron. For all we know he would have said more than that if you hadn't laid into him. Now he probably won't come back and we'll never figure out what brought him out." Hermione pointed out.

"Why aren't you ever on my side?" Ron asked her.

"Because Hermione's always right, and you're always wrong. Opposite sides if I ever saw them." Ginny replied.

"Just shut up" Ron replied.

"Wish you would have."

"I don't need this."

And Ron left the table.

"Some Breakfast" Harry muttered.

George Weasley sauntered back into his shop and looked around. It was a mess.

It wasn't a mess because he hadn't touched it in months. No, that would mean it would only be covered in dust. No boxes were off the shelves, products were broken, and a shelf had been moved clear across the room.

The shop was a mess because of what had occurred in it three nights ago. You see three nights ago, George had ventured outside to get something to eat. He didn't feel like cooking. Yes George could cook. It was something Fred said would be a necessity later in life- which he had been right about; so George didn't cook. He didn't want to do anything that reminded him of Fred.

So following that logic- since everything he did seemed to remind him of Fred… he did nothing. A very logical deduction if you ask George.

Anyways, back to three days ago.

Flashback

George ventured to the Leaky Cauldron- as he had done every couple of days or so when hunger struck him; to get a quick bite to eat, and return to his flat. His. Not their flat like it used to be. Just his.

Tom the bar keeper was always nice enough to say nothing more than a 'hello', 'what'll it be' and 'have a good night'. George fondly appreciated that. Especially the not saying his name part. His own name had become like ice to him at times. Especially from people who had never once used it. Of course in some ways it had started after he lost his ear, but Tom had never been able to tell the twins apart so he never bothered to try. Just a simple 'Hello fellas', and 'Nice to see you guys'. But now people, who were fully aware that he could only be George, decided that they needed to say his name all the time.

"Hello George"

"How you feeling George?"

"George, if you need anything…"

"George, George, George…"

He'd just finished his meal when a witch rolled into the bar, making a lot of noise.

"Is it me? Or is it a bit nippy outside for only August?"

"Jackie" the bar said aloud.

George turned to see the witch everyone seemed to know. She was short- shorter than him at least; long black hair, grey eyes, long nose, and small lips. She had a beauty mark on her cheek, but she was not so beautiful. George was sure he'd seen better looking women. Better kept women as well. She had to be at least 35, but seemed to be trying to look younger. He turned away back to his drink.

Before he could finish, he felt someone saunter on the stool next to his.

"Hey Tom, let me get my usual." She said.

"Of course Jackie. Eating down here, or taking it upstairs?"

"I think down here tonight."

"Be done in a minute."

George watched Tom walk away to take care of her order. He looked over at her. She had pulled out a mirror, and was checking her self in it. She suddenly turned to George.

"How do I look?" she asked, as she closed the mirror.

"Fine" George said turning back to the door Tom walked into.

He could feel the witch looking at him, probably about to realize who he was.

"You know, you look kinda familiar for some reason… should I know you?"

George did turn to her. He merely shook his head-

"No."

"Don't lie to me Red… that red hair isn't unforgettable, and I should know cuz I likes a good red head. Yes, indeed. I got it," she said smacking her hand down on the corner in an unnecessarily loud fashion, "last year in Bora Bora; head hunter's conference… no wait that would make ya dead, wouldn't it? It was a previously cut head now that I thinks about it…"

Had this been a while ago George would've laughed at that, but instead he said nothing.

"Not much of a talker, are ya Red?" she asked.

"No."

"Those are the best types of people; give me reason to keep on talking then." She said with a laugh, "My name's Jackie."

"I heard" George replied.

"Didn't catch your name."

"Didn't throw it" George replied.

"Way to impress a girl Red."

George ignored her, and continued to wait for Tom.

"So, jus passin through like me? Or a permanent member of society?" she asked.

George said nothing. But Jackie was true to her word. She kept on talking.

"Now me, traveling is what I do. Welcome everywhere, but stays no where. That's the good life. You know what the best part is?" she said to him.

"You're going to tell me anyways." George muttered.

"Sure nuff am, Red. The best part is… everyone's that much more grateful to see you, when you do show up. I noticed you noticed my entrance. And that's why. Always make an entrance. People never forget an entrance." She said.

Tom walked back out just then with her 'usual'. On the tray was a glass of water with lots of ice, three oranges, and a pack of fags.

"Bless you Tom, best service the world over." She said putting the tray down.

"Thanks Jackie." Tom replies smiling.

"Oi, Jackie, come regale us with a tale." A man at a table in the corner yelled across the bar.

"A tale my arse Rocky, you want a fag."

But she none the less, got up with her tray and went to his table.

"Ready to pay?" Tom asked George.

"Yes." George replied.

"Quite a woman Jackie is." Tom said.

George made no comment as he reached in his pocket to pay for his meal.

"Not everyone appreciates the good ole Jackie charm, but she usually wears everyone down eventually."

"Personally I'd rather cast myself in the head with a good jet of green light." He watched Tom smile. "Keep the change."

George handed over a Galleon. His meal never cost more than three sickles, but he always paid with a Galleon. And Tom always replied-

"You're too kind." Tom said with a smile.

George was in the midst of getting up when Tom spoke again.

"I saw from the back she was talking to you. Jackie is a very… giving witch when she chooses to be. And I'm sure she'd like to give you something as well." Tom said with a smile.

"Yes, a headache." George replied standing to stretch out.

Tom laughed again.

"Just so you know. Have a good night." Tom said.

George nodded, and made his way out the back towards the passage way that lead to Diagon Alley. But he realized he needed to piss, and took a quick detour to the loo.

In the short amount of time it took in the loo, by the time George walked through the passageway, he was met with quite the sight.

The same wizard Jackie had called Rocky, was holding the witch by her neck against the wall about two feet off the ground, his other hand holding two wands- one George assumed to be Jackie's by Rocky's words

"Think you can hex me, hun? Now I'm gonna make you really sorry." He said.

Jackie seemed to be trying to free herself from his grip, but was being denied that chance. George could see that her red flushed face already seemed to be turning blue, and he had his wand out.

"Put her down, and walk away, before I blast you."

Rocky didn't let her go but loosened his grip and she slid down the wall, her feet resting on the ground. His face was furious.

"Scram, this don't concern you none." Rocky yelled.

"Fair Point. But if you strangled her I'd have a guilty conscious." George replied.

"Then act like you didn't see anything before I have to strangle two people."

"Is that a threat?" George asked his wand still pointed at the man.

"Yeah… it is. A good one too."

"I don't like threats… you really oughta just let her go, and go back inside." George said.

At this Rocky threw Jackie to the side and turned to face George fully. He gave George a menacing look.

"What you gonna do about it?"

The first true smirk crossed George's lips for the first time in months.

"Really… just let her go… it'll be easier for you… and way less embarrassing too." George stated.

Rocky actually raised his wand to curse George quite quickly, but George ducked his 'Stupefy' and quickly flicked his wand at Rocky while thinking Leviscorpus.

Rocky dropped both wands at the surprise of suddenly being hoisted into the air as if Merlin himself had grabbed him by the ankle to do so.

"What the- Let me down." Rocky yelled furiously as he made furious swipes at the air around him.

"I told you I don't like threats." George said putting his wand down, and walking towards Jackie.

By now Jackie was smiling, and looking highly impressed.

"Not bad Red, not bad at all. But you really didn't have to do that." She said avoiding his swipes.

"I'll kill you, bitch." Rocky yelled.

"You're not the first to try, and you won't be the last." She replied looking at him smiling.

"Why exactly was he trying to kill you?" George asked.

"So you can speak?" she said turning to face George.

"Yes."

"Jealous type. I won't sleep with him. The last time he tried to get me, I hexed him. But we had a good laugh over it the next time I was in town, so I didn't think anything sinister about him this time." She explained.

"Will you let me down from here?" He yelled.

He was breathing hard from swiping at the air so much.

"I think I'll let you stay there a bit longer. Threatening people really isn't nice."

"I'll show you nice when I get down from here." He yelled.

"Another threat? My dear Rocky, I don't think you've quite learned you lesson."

Jackie noticed another smirk cross George's face as he dug into his pockets for something. She watched him pulled what seemed like a candy from his pocket. George walked toward Rocky who started swiping at George again. George deftly ducked and dodged his punches until Rocky tired himself out again- and he did it all with a smile.

"You know Red, as entertaining as this is, you might want to stop now." she said half smiling, but still sounding concerned.

But by now Rocky was nothing more than a gasping piñata. And George quickly took advantage of his open mouth to insert the now unwrapped candy into his mouth.

"Ingestio" George said with a flick of his wand before Rocky could spit it out.

George walked back over to Jackie's side and waited.

"What did you just give him?" she asked with a hint of interest.

"I really don't like threats" George replied.

A seconds later, after Rocky had been forced to swallow the candy his tongue seemed to swell, and he started yelling again-

"Wus go en on, whys my ton eel so eavy?" Rocky said as his tongue swelled.

"What was that?" Jackie asked.

"Ton Tongue Toffee. Makes your tongue feel heavier than a dozen hippogriff's, and makes it grow about as big as one too." George replied with a satisfied grin.

Though Rocky was at least six feet in the sir, his tongue was now already reaching the ground. He started choking.

"He'll die if this last much longer, Red." Jackie said half amused, half scared.

"It'd serve him right, wouldn't it? He's scum." George replied no longer smiling.

"Maybe it would… but it's not for you to decide, is it?" she said.

Jackie realized that Red, wasn't just some average Joe. He was obviously a better person than Rocky, but his anger might be just as great.

"If you leave it up to someone else to decide, things will only go downhill." George replied.

Rocky's tongue was now lolling around, but Rocky barely was.

"I don't know what's got your wand in a knot Red, but you don't seem like a killer to me." Jackie said. "I can tell you're better than that."

Something seemed to click to George, and he immediately pointed his wand down to Rocky's tongue and flicked it.

Rocky's tongue started to shrink. George aimed it at Rocky himself, and a moment later Rocky fell to the ground with a thud.

Jackie walked over to Rocky- he had a bump on his head from the landing; and slowly touched the edge of him with her foot. He didn't move- but he was still breathing.

"I think he's unconscious." She said.

"If only everyone could be so lucky." George said.

They both stood their silently for a moment.

"Thanks for that." She said.

"No problem. I should go. I wouldn't want to have to do it again before he wakes up." George said.

"I'll walk you." she said.

"That's alright. I'm grown, I can take care of-"

George stopped. He'd just been wholed up in his apartment for a more than a month, decidedly not taking care of himself.

"I'll be fine." He said in retrospect.

"I'm sure you will be. But it's the least I could do." She said.

Jackie tapped the bricks, in that special sequence that opened to the Alley.

"How'd you know I live in the Alley?"

"What other reason could you have had for coming this way?" she replied stepping into the Alley.

George only nodded, it was true after all.

"What about him? Should we just leave him?" she said pointing to Rocky's body.

"Yes. In fact, one more thing to do just in case he didn't learn his lesson…"

George picked up the two wands that Rocky had dropped.

"Which one is yours?" he asked.

She reached for the maple one.

George let her take it then firmly snapped the other one in half, and then in half again.

Jackie was a bit shocked at this. However she was planning on being in town for the weekend and the thought that Rocky wouldn't have his wand was a nice feeling.

Jackie watched as George muttered a locking spell on the back door to the Leaky Cauldron.

"One last touch." He said aloud, "Muffliato"

And he aimed his wand at the door.

"What's that do?" she asked.

"Makes it impossible for anyone to hear what's going on out here. This way if he wakes he can't get into the Alley because I broke his wand. And with the door locked, no matter how much he'll scream and kick at the door, he won't be able to get in the Leaky Cauldron either. At least not until someone comes out this way on their own. And that probably won't be till Morning." George explained.

George walked by her into the Alley.

"Red, reminds me to never, never, never, never, add a few more never's just in case, then add 'never ever threaten you' in my life." Jackie announced following him.

George nodded, as she followed behind him.

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They didn't speak on the walk over to the shop. And when he reached the door of the shop she looked up at it.

"I've heard of this place from my nephew. He says it's Brilliant." She said.

"Tell your nephew thank you." George replied.

"Any chance of me getting a tour?" she asked.

"We- It's not open. Haven't been for some time." George replied ignoring his own slip of the tongue.

"You own it don't you? You can give me a quick tour." She replied.

"You won't leave unless I let you in, will you?" George asked.

"You know it Red."

George begrudgingly tapped the door with wand, and then began waving it here and there unlocking the wards.

They stepped in.

"Needs a cleaning, doesn't it?" she said upon noticing the dust.

"I told you it's been closed."

"Nice shop though," she said walking past him, "is that where that Toffee was from? You invented it?" she asked.

"Something like that" George muttered.

He showed her a few odds and ends, she didn't touch anything. George assumed it was because of the dust.

"That's it basically. So if you could go-" George said.

"But I haven't said thank you for the tour."

Before George knew what was happening, Jackie was leaning into him for a kiss. He was so surprised that he didn't even respond at first. The sound of a box being pushed off a table brought him to his senses.

But the harder he tried to push her away, the tighter she grabbed him, kissing him all the more hungrily. More boxes fell over. He heard a table crash. And he was sure, that in his struggles he must've broken the big bottle of Peruvian Darkness powder because his store got darker than it already was.

But he realized in the darkness, that them kissing wasn't so bad. In fact it was beginning to feel quite good. Damn Good. And it was then that he his grip on her tightened spinning her around to lean on the shelf he knew was there.

He pushed her against the shelf to kiss her back. The shelf wasn't as steady as he thought, and it moved back as he pushed against her. But eventually they hit a wall. And it was just him and her. Moaning in delight as they tongued each other down. His cock was beginning to twitch, but he didn't' care. It was when her hands started to roam to the button on his jeans that reality hit him. He pulled away from her.

"What?" she asked breathing heavily in the darkness.

"We have to stop. I don't know what I was thinking." George said breathing just as hard.

"Luckily I know what I was thinking. And I'm pretty sure you were thinking the same. So now that that problem is solved-"

"No, this is wrong. I don't even know you." George said.

"You were about to learn a lot about me actually, like I love when a man touch my breasts, and-"

"Stop Talking."

At her words, his cock jumped again. He was sure if the store wasn't dark she'd see the embarrassed sort of look on his face.

"Red, it's alright, no strings attached, ok?" she asked.

"What the bloody hell does that mean?" George yelled.

"It means… you've never done this before, have you?" she asked.

"Of course I have. I've snogged plenty of girls." George shouted.

"Snog? I'm talking about a lot more than snogging Red."

George could hear her footsteps attempting to take small steps towards him in the darkness- but she was going a bit to his left. So he didn't reply back. Not that he knew what to say. He suddenly remembered Tom's words about Jackie, but he hadn't taken them seriously.

"Red?" she called out.

She was now farther off to his left. If he didn't say anything she'd never find him.

"Red? Shit he could've left and I wouldn't know…" she said in frustration.

George almost had the urge to laugh but held it.

"Ow… Ow… shit that hurts."

He heard a slight stumble in her steps, and remembered that they had knocked probably over a dozen things down. He immediately went into business mode, and remembered that she could sue for falling in his store. He went to the spot he heard he stumble at.

He reached downwards as he walked closer thinking she fell, but his hand reached out and grabbed her ass.

"That's more like it Red." She said.

And before George could move away quick enough she had grabbed him back up.

"I'm not going to hurt you. I just want to thank you properly." She said holding her grip on him.

"The words would've been fine." George said trying to be free of her.

"But this is so much better I promise."

He felt her hand stroke the side of his face. He tried to move from its touch. She merely rubbed her hand down his chest instead. He didn't want to hurt her, but was seriously getting pissed, and wondered if the courts would rule in his favor if he told them he had been under duress at the time of breaking her arm?

And then she whispered into his good ear. It immediately stopped his movements- save for the shiver it sent up his spine.

"Please Red. I promise (kiss on the cheek) it'll (kiss on the other cheek) be (kiss on the nose) fine (kiss on the mouth)…"

And they were kissing again. He knew he should resist, but there was something in the way she said please, that got him. He kissed her back. They continued kissing… less wild than before, but still just as urgent.

She pulled away from the kiss after a while.

"Gotta bedroom with this place Red?" she asked rubbing her hand down his face.

"Yeah… upstairs."

"Then lead the way… if you can see" she added.

George grabbed her hand. He knew his shop better than anyone… except Fred. But Fred wasn't here… Jackie was.

And before he knew it, George was pulling Jackie up the stairs.

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A/N- Just so you know now, I'll probably put one of these at the end of every chapter, just to clarify anything, or whatever else I need to get off my chest.

So, this wasn't the orginal end of the chapter, but it was getting to be quite long in my opinion for a first chapter. No such worries for any future chapters though. And I promise the next chapter while still in FLASHBACK mode will continue where this one left off, lol.

Updates... I'll update as quickly as possible, if it seems like anyone cares. So if the alerts and reviews are high, I'll do my best to get you at least 3-4 chapters a week (including missed days as well). And just in case you think I'm joking around, this story already has 132 pags typed and saved on my lab top ready to be posted. It's pretty much done. The only reason it isn't is because I plan to take reader opinions and reviews into account... because I'm all about pleasing you.

Have a great weekend!

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