The third instalment of my Finding Love series! Not doing this one as a POV. There is a lot of smut in this one towards the end. If that's not your thing, sorry. Lol

Just another day at the office. Inventory always put George's mind at ease. He was so focused that he never got a chance to be sad or think about the loneliness and longing for his dead twin, Fred. Four years, we'll almost five years now without another to finish his sentence or steal secret glances and have full conversations without uttering one word.

Of course, he wasn't alone. He had his youngest brother Ron there to help around the shop. Thankfully, because he probably would have never reopened without him. Speaking of said brother, he was surprised that he hadn't heard him come in yet. He knew that he had left Ginny and Harry's wedding early with a beautiful witch. Maybe he was stuck in her bed.

Just as the thought left his brain, Ron came in from the side entrance. "Morning George! Brought scones!" George thanked him and took one of the proffered pastries.

"Thanks. Getting ready to take inventory. Looks like you had a good night." He smirked at Ron's lopsided grin.

"I think I'm in love. Actually, she asked me to tell you that Angelina Johnson sends her regards and wishes for you to Owl her." That got his attention.

"Angie? How does she know Angelina?" He had not seen her since the Battle at Hogwarts as she cried over Fred's dead body. She'd been inconsolable at the time then disappeared. He heard she married some rich wizard two months later, but he had heard nothing of her since.

"My witch is Pansy Parkinson." When George didn't seem to understand, he explained further. "Angie was married to Pansy's older brother, Stephan." George felt his heart speed up.

"Was?" He asked as nonchalant as possible.

Ron smirked, "Yeah, they're divorced now. She lives in Godric's Hollow with their son, Freddie." He slowly watched George's face contort in confusion. "She, um, named him after her best friend and first love, Pansy said. In her anguish after Fred's death she had a one night stand with Stephan. It resulted in the pregnancy and Angie's dad forced them to marry. Lasted a couple years but parted as friends."

George thought of her often. The one that got away. If only he'd had the bollocks to ask Angelina to the Yule Ball fifth year like he'd wanted to, his life might have been different. Instead, he chickened out and Fred asked her instead. They dated until his death. "So Godric's Hollow, you say?"

One week later George finally wrote to her.

Angie,

Colour me surprised when little Ronniekins tells me that you wished to hear from little old me. How are you, Ang? It seems like a century since I've seen your beautiful face. I have missed you.

Ron tells me that you have a son now. Named him after my git of a brother too. He would have loved that, you know. Married to another bloke and still can't stop thinking about him. Bet the husband loved that, yeah?

Come on over to the shop soon. Bring Freddie and he can have anything he wants, on the house of course. If that's too much, maybe come round for tea. My flat is above the shop. I miss you. Already said that though, didn't I?

All my love,

George Weasley

And so he waited. Day after day he waited for an Owl. Any time the door chimed to slow another customer in, he looked for her. Two weeks went by and no word.

George was just coming back from lunch on the Saturday before he left to go on his yearly two week vacation when he heard her. "Georgie! George! Over here!" He looked across the street and saw her. She had a boy around three or four years old on her hip.

He was so stunned that he stared for a hot minute then waved before meeting her halfway. "Ang? You look, wow." She was still quite fit. Her arms looked defined in the sleeveless dress she was wearing and her legs were long and lean. "So bloody gorgeous." He mumbled.

By the smile she gave him, she had heard him. "Freddie, this is mummy's friend George she told you about. The little boy wore a huge smile on his face as he reached his small hand out for a handshake.

"Nice to meet you sir." He said so properly.

"As it is to meet you, young Freddie. Would you like to see my shop? I told your mummy here you could pick anything you want." At that announcement, the boys dark eyes widened so comically that George couldn't help but laugh.

"Mummy! Can we? Please!" Angelina made it look as if she was contemplating it then smiled and nodded her head enthusiastically. "Yay! Thanks George!" The next hour was spent following them around the store and explaining the different age appropriate toys and candies to them.

Ron took over while George dealt with the newest shipment that came in from their warehouse. They had expanded to a second location in Hogsmeade recently so business was booming. He had just finished and made his way back over when he overheard Ron and her talking.

"It's just so weird, you know? I was with Fred for so long. I look at him and nothing." George had heard quite enough. He turned and walked up to his flat without glancing back.

He was packing his suitcase when Ron peaked in his bedroom. "Hey! Angie was looking to say goodbye. What the hell are you doing?"

"Packing. What's it look like?" He snapped.

"You don't leave for Dublin until Monday. You've got time. Come say goodbye real quick. You seemed to be hitting it off when I saw you two." Ron started but was cut off by George's hand in the air.

"Stop. Just stop. She's a friend. I'll never be anything other than a reminder of the actual man she wants." Ron looked at him confused.

"What are you talking about? She's way over Fred. She was just telling me..." he cut Ron off again.

"I heard her. She looks at me and feels nothing." Ron's eyebrows practically disappeared under his long bangs.

"You didn't hear shit. You heard the beginnings of a sentence that got cut off when her kid came back within hearing distance." George looked sheepish.

"So what did she say?" Ron chuckled.

"She said that she was with Fred for so long but when she saw you, nothing about you reminded her of him. You're looks may have been identical but you were always more soft spoken and understanding where as Fred was always joking around and loud and attention seeking. She'd always thought you and her were going to date since she met you first year, but then when Fred asked her to the Yule Ball, she thought it meant you were never interested in her like that."

George huffed out a laugh in disbelief. "She's downstairs then?" Ron laughed and pushed his brother out of the bedroom.

"Go get her tiger!" He yelled after he sped from the flat.

She sat at the bottom of the stairs, her son next to her. "Just be sure to thank George before we leave, okay? He's a very good friend to do this when he didn't need to." He didn't know if he should make himself known yet.

"He looks just like the wizard you told me I was named after." Her son said softly. "Your good friend that died in the war, fighting the bad guys."

Angie laughed lightly, "Yes, that was his brother. His twin brother." Her son leaned into her shoulder.

"I don't like that picture. Neither did daddy. It always makes you cry." George cleared his throat then. He didn't feel right listening in on their private conversation.

"All set then?" He asked, his voice was happier than usual. Freddie nodded his head as he stood up and faced George as he walked down then stairs to meet them.

"Thank you so much for all this great stuff Mister George!" Freddie hugged him tightly around his legs. George patted his head then ruffled his hair.

"You're very welcome, Mister Freddie!" George chuckled and Angie stepped closer.

"Ron says you'll be traveling to Dublin?" She asked to which George nodded his head. "Before you leave, do you think we could get dinner? Maybe tonight or tomorrow? I'm dropping this one off to his dad until Wednesday."

Did she just ask him out? George's mind whirled. "Uh, yeah. Definitely. I close up around seven tonight or if you'd rather tomorrow, we close at five. It's totally up to you." He couldn't believe this as happening.

"Come round my place after you close tonight. I can cook. Here," she dug around in her purse and pulled out a piece of parchment and a Muggle pen he'd seen Hermione and Dean use before. "Here's me address; I'll allow you through my Floo warding." She reached up and kissed his cheek. "Come on Freddie before your dad sends out the Aurors to fetch you. We're ten minutes late. Later, Georgie!" She said with a wink before apparating from the spot.

The moment he stepped through the Floo his nerves tripled. Was this a date? Two friend catching up? Ron had made it sound as if she was looking for something to happen between them. He wouldn't know the first thing about doing THAT. Yup, he was pathetic. A twenty-five year old virgin that had only kissed one witch in his life and it was during a game of Truth or Dare fourth year. He was already sweating thinking about what the evening's expectations were.

"In the kitchen, Georgie!" Her voice brought him out of his frantic thoughts. He could smell something delicious coming from the kitchen. He never knew Angelina could cook. He followed the smells to a moderately sized kitchen. There was a small dining table with two table settings with a bottle of red wine.

But that was not what drew his attention. The witch was wearing Muggle jeans and a tank top that hugged her body like they were painted on. "I hope you like shrimp. I've been craving shrimp scampi but Freddie is allergic to shellfish."

"I haven't had it in forever, but yeah, I like shrimp." He had never had shrimp. Why did he lie? What if he was allergic? He thinks he had scallops before at some fancy Ministry gala, so he definitely wasn't allergic to shellfish. "Smells fantastic. Could I help with anything?" She turned around and smiled brightly.

"Actually, could you grab the salad from the fridge?" George had to squeeze past her at the stove to get to the fridge and could smell the faint scent of jasmine. Deciding on the best way to get past her, he just took a breath and did it.

"Excuse me, Ang. Just gotta slide past ya." He had to put his hands on her hips as he past her and she giggled. It was the sweetest sound he had ever heard. "Sorry."

"No need to apologise, sweetie. I don't mind." She winked at him as she looked over her shoulder. Was she flirting with him? George couldn't fight the grin on his face. Two can play at this game.

"Well, my hands are here if you need them anywhere else Angie." He winked back at her and she laughed.

"Oh Georgie, I sure have missed you."

"Same here, doll."

Dinner was delicious and they laughed and shared stories about home life, work and school. The bottle of wine was already gone and George felt his inebriation setting in. He sat back and put a hand over his stomach. "Merlin, that was fantastic Angie. You're going to need to levitate me out of here." She giggled and thanked him.

"When I divorced Stephan, he set us up in this cottage. At first, he wanted me to have a house elf. I never had one growing up and didn't need or want one, but Effie helped me a lot. She taught me how to cook and helped me with Freddie until I got the hang of living on my own. I still see her from time to time, but after six months, I sent her back to the Parkinson Estate." She smiled and George felt his heart melt.

"Mum still has family dinners on Friday nights and Sunday brunch. You guys should come. I'll be in Dublin for two weeks, but I'd love for you both to join us when I get back." George said hopefully.

"When weekends are Stephan's days usually, but he's keeping him until Wednesday this week so I could possibly get Freddie a few weeks from now. I would love to see everyone." The smile that spread on his face had his cheeks hurting.

"It's a date then." He reluctantly got up from his seat at the table. "I guess I should head back. I have a shorter day tomorrow then leave by international portkey Monday morning." He was rambling. "I wish I wasn't going for so long. Gives you time to forget about me." He chuckled nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

Angelina stood up and walked in front of him. "Impossible." She wrapped her arms around his neck and put their foreheads together then whispered, "I could never forget you Georgie." He closed his eyes then opened them back up to see her dark brown eyes looking into his baby blue ones. He whispered her name then crashed their lips together.

He parted his lips and she slid her tongue into his mouth. He slid his hands down her sides and rested them on her ass. She moaned with he started gently massaging it. She tore her tank top off and he saw the swell of her perfect globes peaking from the cups of her black lace bra.

He was already hard and she knew it. "Angie, fucking hell." He kissed down her neck then went to his knees to worship her tits. Pulling down the cup of her bra, her breast spilled out as he took her nipple into his mouth then played with the other one. She moaned his name and he stopped.

"Don't stop, George. Gods, I want you so bad. Please don't stop." She had her fingers tangled in his silky red hair.

"If I don't stop now, I won't be able to. Angie, I am not taking advantage of you on our first date." He said it with so much sincerity that it made her heart beat even harder.

"How are you so sweet?" She stroked his hair back forcing him to tilt his head back and lock eyes with her.

"I'm a virgin." He blurted out, instantly regretting it by the surprise in her face.

"You are not. Sandy Perkins said you were her first in fifth year. Don't be silly." George look confused.

"Sally Perkins? From Hufflepuff? I only ever kissed her during a game of Truth or Dare. I'm not being facetious, Ang, I have never had sex. In fact, Sally was my first and only kiss, well, until tonight that is." She looked shocked. And confused. "I never dated. I always ever wanted one witch, and my brother kind of stole her out from under me." He stood slowly and held her in his arms. "Angelina Veronica Johnson, you are the only witch I have ever and will ever want. After the war and losing my brother, I was in a deep depression. Took me two years of therapy but I am finally starting to feel like myself again. The only thing missing in my life was you."

She hugged him then kissed him on his cheek. "You're telling the truth aren't you?" He nodded, "Oh George!" She kissed him again, this time slower and more gentle. "You have me now. I'm not letting you go." She hugged him once more before taking his hand and leading him to the fireplace. "Can I come see you tomorrow? Lunch, maybe?" George nodded his head then kissed her goodnight before leaving through the Floo.

Two weeks later

They had Owl'd once while he was away and fire called twice, and George could not wait to see Angelina again. He exited through the Portkey office in the Ministry and heard a child call out, "Mister George! Mister George!" Looking around, he saw an excited Freddie jumping and waving next to his mum. George's face split into a huge grin as he made his way over to them.

Freddie jumped into his arms and gave him a huge hug. "Hey buddy! You've been taking good care of your mum while I was gone, yeah?" On their fire call last week, Angie told Freddie that her and George were going to seeing each other a lot more often. They we're officially dating and tonight, he would introduce her and Freddie to everyone at dinner.

His mum was especially excited since she now had all but one child with a partner in their life. Charlie was the only single one left in the family. He was married to the job; he told their mum any time she asked.

Angelina gave him a quick peck on the lips, "Missed you. How was Dublin?" George told her about Seamus Finnegan's pub and meeting up with Oliver Wood and Lee Jordan for their annual guys trip. Lee had just announced his engagement to Alicia Spinnet and Oliver boasted about his professional quidditch career. They were excited for George and Angelina though. They knew he was in love with her since they were at school.

"Happy to be back home though. Freddie? What do you say me, you, and your mum go get some ice cream before I check and make sure Ron hasn't burnt my shop down, eh?" The almost four year old squealed with joy and took one of each of their hands and led the way to Fortescue's.

The trio sat at a table outside since there was such a nice breeze and the sun was shining for once. It felt so nice being there with them. He already felt a bond forming with Freddie. They played off each other just like his namesake. As he chatted with her son, Angie slipped her hand into his. The look of pure adoration on her face made him blush. He loved her.

After checking on the store, the three of them went up to George's flat. Angelina smiled when she saw the photo of her and Fred at the Yule Ball from fifth year. "Mum, you look so pretty in your fancy dress." Freddie quipped. She thanked her son then turned to see another photo. She blushed at the memory.

It was a photo of Fred and George and her in their Quidditch gear celebrating their win against Ravenclaw third year. She kissed both boys on the cheek In her excitement and felt a spark as her lips met George's cheek and he winked at her playfully. It replayed with a laughing Fred in the background. The loop replayed as George came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her from behind. He rested his chin on her shoulder.

"He had the best laugh, didn't he?" George asked. She nodded still staring at the photograph playing over and over. "You see that? That wink? I was so nervous around you but when I did that and you smiled at me, I almost asked you out. Fred tried to encourage me but I chickened out. Hmpf." George shook his head. "Do you think if he lived, we'd be together? You and me? Or would he have gotten you in the end? You were his first, you know?"

Angie shrugged. "I don't know, honestly. Things happen for a reason though, so I hear. I loved your brother, George, but I was never in love with him. He was my best friend and yeah, my first too, but this feels different. I know it's not just me, right? This feels easy. It feels right." She turned in his arms, "This feels like it was meant to be." She kissed him slowly then pulled away as she remembered her son was close by and it was too quiet.

"Freddie? It is way too quiet. Where is that child?" They looked around then found him asleep in George's bed. Angie put her finger to her mouth then whispered, "Let's allow him to nap." She closed the bedroom door and put an alarm on her wand to chime when he leaves the bed. "Come on. Let's go snog like teenagers on your sofa." She giggled as she took his hand.

The first month of dating went by so fast. By now, Angelina and Freddie were regulars at Friday night Weasley dinners. Harry and Ginny had just announced they were trying for a baby, Ron was thinking about proposing to Pansy and Hermione started bringing her boyfriend Draco as well. Molly and Arthur already doted on Freddie as if he were their actual grandchild. And tonight, after dropping off Freddie to his dad's place, they were taking the next step in their relationship. Sex.

George was nervous. What if it wasn't good enough for her? He'd gotten tons of tips over the years but never put them into practice. One piece of advice he did take was from none other than the Slytherin Prince himself. "Have a good wank the day of. You won't embarrass yourself by blowing your load before she gets a chance to climax at least once." The snake wasn't so bad actually. He treated Hermione like a goddess. She was basically like a sister to George so he appreciated that she was taken care of.

After saying their goodbyes to Freddie, Angie quickly took George's hand and disapparated to her cottage in Godric's Hollow. She played some soft music and they danced to s few songs, just enjoying the quiet. George met her eyes then kissed her slowly; her lips, her jaw, that spot behind her ear she loved so much. "I love you, Angie." He felt her smile against his kiss.

"I love you, Georgie." He picked her up bridal style and walked to her bedroom. Laying her down on her bed gently, he removed his shirt and she took the time to appreciate the muscles of his abdomen. Keeping up with his quidditch workouts made sure he was nice and fit. She sat up and motioned for him to come closer.

She looked up from her spot on the bed and pulled his belt off. Meeting his eyes, she saw they looked darker than usual. She snapped the button of his pants then slowly unzipped them. He was already growing hard. "Not so identical twins then?" She mumbled to her self. Fred was average sized that she remembered, but George was more than average and thick.

He looked down and smirked. "Yeah?" Oh so he heard her then. He reached down and pulled her shift dress over her head leaving her in dark red lace panties and a matching bra. "You're so bloody perfect, my angel." She blushed at his praise. She hadn't had sex in over two years. And this was his first time. She hoped to make it special for him. She helped him out of his pants then again with his boxer briefs.

"May I?" She motioned to his erection. He nodded eagerly. Angelina wrapped her hand around him and slowly pumped before licking from his balls to the swollen, weeping head of his cock. He groaned the placed one hand on her shoulder and wrapped the other around her ponytail.

"Fucking hells, Angie." He moaned and gasped as she took all of him and began to suck, hollowing out her cheeks. "Fuck!" He began to fuck her mouth using her ponytail as an anchor. Angie tried to keep up with him before he lost control. She took it all in though and he couldn't believe it. "Oh shit! I'm so sorry. I didn't hurt you did I?"

Angie couldn't help but giggle. "No, not at all. My big guy was excited, wasn't he?" She teased before standing up to unhook her bra and pushed him to the bed. He lay, his cock still standing at attention. "Now it's my turn to make that cock mine like you made my mouth yours." She hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down before crawling towards him.

"You're so fucking sexy! I cannot believe you're mine." She smiled at his words. She loved this wizard more than she ever thought possible and he was giving himself to her. She kissed him then as she straddled him and rubbed her cunt over his hardness.

"Mmm, I'm so wet for you, George. I can't wait for you to be inside of me." George kissed her again before asking for her to let him taste her.

"Sit on my face. I want to know if you taste as good as you look." She was surprised by his boldness but guessed he must have been waiting for this moment for a long time. She turned around and slid her legs underneath his arms and heard him breathe deep. "Fucking hells? You smell divine my love." He took a quick lick up her slit before diving in and sucking on her clit.

"Oh! Oh fuck! George!" She moaned loudly as she rocked against his ministrations. Once she climaxed, she crawled to straddle him again. Kissing him, she tasted herself before sinking slowly onto him. It had been a while and he was much bigger than Stephan and Fred. They both moaned as she sank down to take him fully. "Just give me a second, yeah? You're so big."

George wore a smug smile and felt his ego get a boost at her praise. Then she started moving and it was the most erotic sight he'd ever seen. She was rocking hip hips and riding him like an Abraxan. "Ang! Ah! Fuck!" He felt as if he would explode at any moment. She got up on her feet and started bobbing up and down, faster and faster as she moaned then screamed out as she reached her pinnacle again. "I'm gonna cum!" George yelled out as he spilled his seed into her.

Angie rode out the rest of her orgasm before falling onto George's chest. "That. Was. Amazing." She said between breaths. George couldn't agree more. They fell asleep wrapped around each other. And in the morning, when they woke, they knew their lives were only going to get better from here on out

Two years later

The Healer handed George the pink bundle. "Hi, Roxanne. I'm your daddy." His eyes locked on her matching baby blues. Other than the eye colour, Roxanne Jane Weasley looked identical to her mother. Angelina and George had married just under a year ago. They set right to getting Freddie the sibling he begged them for for the last two years. Their courtship was a short one. They knew they wanted to marry shortly after they began dating so after five months, George went down on one knee at the first Quidditch game of the season. She immediately said yes and they married six months later at The Burrow.

"Let me see her, baby hog!" He laughed at his wife but brought her directly over where she impatiently waited. "Oh, oh George, she has your beautiful eyes. I'm your mummy darling." The baby coo'd as her parents looked her over.

The door opened and her big brother came barrelling in. "Gramma Molly says I have a sister!" Roxanne scrunched up here face at Freddie's loud voice.

"Yes, buddy, but try to be quiet. She's still getting used to her surroundings. Come here." George out his arms out and he jumped into them. Now that Freddie could see her, he quieted.

"She's so tiny, daddy George." He reached and touched her chubby cheeks. "But look at those cheeks." They giggled.

"Well, she is a bit swollen from being inside mum's belly. In a few days, she's going to look totally different." Angelina explained.

A few hours later, they were finally alone. They'd had so many visitors and Freddie went to stay with his dad and new stepmom, Millie. "We did it." George kissed the top of his wife's head. "Love you Angel."

Angelina curled up to her husband's side, "We sure did. I love you Georgie. And I love our little family." They kissed lazily until their latest gift grunted causing them to chuckle. "Looks like she agrees."

~ fin ~

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