A/N- Okay the continuation of last chapter. Please remember George is still innocent in one way in at this point in time… he's still a virgin, lol. Also please note this is still technically part of the 'Flashback', but more on that later.

Thanks to my reviewers, and those who put me on alert. :)

Out of His Depression Pt 2

He pulled her into the flat, and she immediately went back to kissing him. There was no mistaking his desire to have her now. He had a full erection, and was sure he didn't want to get rid of it by himself. She seemed to have read his mind.

"How about we fix that tent in your pants?" she said as she pulled away from him, to take off her shirt.

George looked at his pants, and saw the tent. But he was more impressed with what was under her shirt. Two tennis ball sized breasts sat happily in a black bra.

"You gonna undress too, or will I have to do all the work?" she asked playfully.

George stood up and immediately pulled his shirt over his head, and then his tank followed as well. He undid his jeans and then dropped them to the floor, revealing tented boxers. He looked up at Jackie.

"You just keep looking better every moment Red." She said looking at his boxers as well.

George watched as she shimmied out of the jeans she had on, revealing black lace knickers. His cock twitched.

"Hmm" she moaned afterwards.

George stepped out of his pants and walked over to her. He wanted her naked- and quick.

"Not so fast… I was very serious when I said I liked when a man touched my breasts." She said, putting her hand out to stop him from coming all the way near.

George was annoyed, but that still meant she had to come out of the bra. So he attempted to unhook it, and to her surprise, and his amusement, it happened rather easily.

"You sure you've never done this before?" she asked.

"Positive." He said with a smirk.

He couldn't help looking at her chest. He reached a hand out to only to appease her, but found that he liked what he felt. He smoothed his hand over one breast. He brought his other hand up to do the same to the other.

"That's right Red… be gentle." She said to him.

George rubbed a few times more and noticed her nipples hardened. He played with the hardened nubs. She moaned. He continued to do so. He was suddenly struck with the urge to taste them.

"May I?" he asked.

"Rule Number One, always follow your instincts." She breathed.

George pulled her towards his bed, and lay her down. He took her left one into his mouth, and sucked over slightly. But after a moment, he sucked harder- every now and then stopping to flick the nipple. She moaned appreciatively.

He moved to the other one and did the same thing. He couldn't believe that this seemed to be causing both of them so much pleasure.

He felt a hand grip the underside of his chin, and he reluctantly pulled away to look up at Jackie.

"There's more you know?" she said with a small smile. "Let's see what those boxers are trying to hide."

She sat up causing George to slide off of her. But he didn't move when he stood.

"Well?" she asked.

"If you want to see, then you take em off" He said.

George had no idea where the words came from, or what even possessed him to say them. It was a familiar feeling, but he couldn't place it at the moment.

She smiled at him.

"It's your world."

She stood up and pulled his boxers down. George took pride on the look on her face, as the boxers fell to the floor. The joke on his dad's side of the family was that there were so many Weasley males because God intended for women to get shagged by 'big' men, so therefore there were many Weasley males. Something he only just now appreciated.

Before Jackie sat back on the bed, she pulled her own knickers off. They were soaked anyways, and had just gotten more so when she saw George's cock. She lay down on the bed.

He immediately placed himself over her, and started kissing her again. He was alternating between kissing her lips, and sucking on her breasts.

"Please" she moaned.

"Say it again" He said as he continued his assault on her right nipple.

"Please…"

George had never done this before, but he knew the mechanics. Not to be blunt, but it was a matter of in and out… simple enough, he thought.

He was about to attempt to guide his member in, when she stopped him.

"Condom?" she asked.

Condom? Oh, yes those things… he was sure there had to be one in the drawer. Fred and he had brought a box once in their seventh year- blew them up and drew pictures of Snape on them; got two weeks detention. They had saved one…

He got up and checked the drawer. He found it after a bit of searching. He checked the date.

"Bollocks" he said.

"What's the matter?"

"We… I mean I… it's expired." George admitted.

She merely got up and walked over to her wand. She picked it up and tapped her lower body.

"There now at least I won't get pregnant. And you're sure this is you're first time?" she asked.

"Yeah…"

"Good and I'm clean as a whistle, so no chance of disease… hopefully."

That put a damper in George's mood. Jackie noticed, and walked over to George. She reached out to him. George assumed she was going to take his hand, but she took his cock instead, and slowly started stroking her hand the length of it.

They easily made there way back to the bed after that.

"Please…" she said again.

George slowly placed himself over her entrance, and began to lower himself down. He felt her hand take hold and guide him in.

It was wet. It was tight. It was Brilliant.

George moaned loudly. Jackie did too, based strictly on George's size. When he was all the way in, he slowly pulled back out, and thrust again.

Heaven.

Heaven was officially done about three minutes later.

George was lying thoroughly happy next to Jackie as he continued to breathe hard. Sometimes he'd look down at his now flaccid member with a smirk. And then he looked over at Jackie, expecting to see the same happiness on her face.

Though she smiled at him, he could tell something was wrong.

"What happened? I did alright, didn't I?"

"You were doing better than alright until you came." She said.

"Isn't that the point?" George asked.

"It is, but it's nice if both people can enjoy that same blissful feeling you're feeling. But it was your first time, so it's not your fault."

George didn't like this revelation one bit. But what could he do? They had already finished… until it hit him.

"Let's go again." He said.

"I like your spirit Red. But there's a little matter at hand that needs to get bigger first."

George had no idea what she meant until he looked back down at his cock again. Oh yeah…

"I can fix that."

He attempted to touch himself, but found the sensation wasn't pleasant.

"Might want to wait a bit." She said.

George agreed.

"There's gotta be something I could do to speed this along." He said.

Jackie reached out for George and pulled him in for a kiss. George went to try and get more situated and put his hand down between her legs.

"Ew…"

"What?" she asked confused.

"There's something wet on the bed."

Jackie laughed.

"That's me Red… and I suppose a bit of you too."

"Us? Oh…"

George started to examine where the wetness had came from. And a conversation with one of his uncles rang through his head:

"Boys, women have an 'on' button, ya git me? Because if'n ya push the button right, you turn 'em on…"

Mum would always pull them away from that uncle.

He looked at Jackie's inner working's trying to figure what button his uncle had meant.

"See something interesting?" she asked.

"May I?"

George replied motioning that he wanted to touch her.

"If that's what your instincts say." She encouraged.

George reached out and touched the perfectly trimmed mound that was Jackie's sex. He let his fingers run over it for a second.

Hmm…

He then proceeded to let one finger slide in. It was hot, it was wet. And he realized this is where he had entered her at. But as he looked at it, he couldn't believe he had fit in it.

"I was in there?" he quizzed.

"Yeah… it's made to fit, Red." She said smiling.

"Hmm…"

George continued to slide his finger in and out, and then another. He began to realize that her body was meeting his thrusts.

And then his thumb placed itself right above the opening, and she moaned. George examined the spot… the button.

George pushed it, stroked it, teased, circled it, and whatever else came to mind. And Jackie continued her moans, and gyrations against his hand.

And in what seemed like no time at all, he was hard again. But she seemed to be enjoying exactly what he was doing. And then his finger struck something in her tightness. It caused her slightly tighten her muscles around him.

"Red… do that again…"

"What this?"

He reached for the spot again. Again he felt that extra squeeze.

"Please…" she moaned out.

George was tempted to continue, but having no idea that if she came, he wouldn't have to wait; he decided he'd touch it again- just with something else… like his cock…

He pulled his fingers out all the way- much to Jackie's anger, and straddled her. This seemed to brighten her a bit.

"Please…"

George wasted no more time, and slid right in.

Fifteen minutes later, a much more satisfied Jackie lay next to George breathing hard with a content smile upon her face.

"Better?" George asked knowing the answer.

She had called him Red multiple times, as she was having her orgasm, her eyes rolling back in her head, until she collapsed on the bed.

"Brilliant." She replied.

And with a satisfied grin on his face, George Weasley fell asleep.

Boom, Boom, Boom

George tried to cover his ears with his pillow.

Boom, Boom, Boom

George was about to get up and hex whoever was knocking when the events from last night played in his head.

He wasn't a virgin anymore.

He looked around for the woman who'd seduced him into this new state, and saw she wasn't anywhere to be found.

Boom, Boom, Boom

Maybe that's her knocking.

George started to get up and answer the door and felt a slight breeze- he was naked. He shrugged it off, thinking if it was her, no point in being shy now. But just as he was about to open it-

"George, what the bloody hell is going on?" Ron's voice yelled.

George stopped and frowned in annoyance.

"I know you're still in there, you're footprints aren't leading back out like these other ones." He yelled.

Footprints? What footprints?

George looked around for his boots for a clue as to what Ron was talking about.

Ah, the Instant Darkness Powder bottle fell, must've tracked it through the store and up the stairs to the flat.

"George and whose footprints are these leading away? They're probably the ones that wrecked your shop. George get up." Ron yelled.

George grinned. Yes, she'd help make the mess, but he had a hand it as well.

"George come on, we can have lunch and talk to figure out what happened." Ron said not yelling.

Lunch? The Leaky Cauldron… maybe she'd still be there. What time was it anyways?

"Fine George. But I give up. When you decide you're out of you're depressed state you know where to find me." Ron said, and then added, "I'm not fixing your store either."

George listened to his brother's footsteps fade away before he moved again. He immediately grabbed for his jeans to look at the time. It was 12:30. He looked at the watch. It was one of a pair that his parents had given him and Fred, when they came of age.

Suddenly some other things came back to George's memory. That familiar feeling he felt when he told Jackie if she wanted to see, she'd have to do it herself… the words flew easily. Like he'd been saying them forever. Which was ridiculous, because he'd never been that close with any witch. But that feeling of being able to get anything you wanted with a few well placed words, and a smile- that was familiar.

It was part of the secret to his and Fred's success. A feeling he hadn't felt since Fred died. Further more, he had been able to think of Fred last night without feeling the urge to off him self.

And the only reasonable explanation he could think of was Jackie.

George decided that he needed to find her. She could be exactly what he needed to get in a groove again.

George felt like he was about to end up even worse than he started. After looking for her around the Alley for the last day and a half, he hadn't seen hide nor hair of Jackie.

He remembered that she said she was a traveler, but Tom said as far he knew she was still in town. It just seemed like George just kept missing her.

And now on Dinner on Sunday night, he sat in the bar about to finish his drink- a fire whiskey; the bar door opened.

Jackie walked in with another gentleman, holding her arm.

George didn't even get upset. She had put him back in his old form before, and he was sure, approaching her right now, would yield the same results. So before she could make her way straight for an upstairs room, he was in front of her face.

"So… can we talk, for a minute?" He said smoothly.

Jackie's date looked peeved by George's interruption. But Jackie put a hand on the mans shoulder and said-

"Don't worry Dave; it's just a quick conversation. I'll be up in two minutes tops, ok?" She said, while stroking the man through his pants.

The peeved look turned into an instant smile as he floated up the stairs.

George watched the man head up the stairs, he didn't care. He was loads better looking than him, and probably a better lay too.

"Red" she said.

"Come on, lets go" George said simply.

"Woah, easy there Red. I'm not that type of woman." She said.

"What type? The type that sleeps with them and leaves in the morning without so much as a note?" George said quickly. "I know your not. And I'm going to make sure you're not."

Jackie chuckled.

"That's sweet Red, but this is my last night in town. I got moves to make." She said.

"You don't have to travel… at least not alone… I have money, Galleons out the arse actually, we could travel together." George told her.

"That's what everybody says Red."

"I'm not everybody." George replied.

"I actually know that Red. But I am who I am, and I have someone waiting for me." Jackie said looking towards the stairs.

"But I'm loads better looking than that dung bomb." George said.

"I'll give you that. But still… it was nice Red; let it be what it was. Remember, no strings attached?" she said.

"You never told me what that means?"

"It means, we both do each other a favor, and keep it moving with our lives."

"So… that's it? It meant nothing to you?" George asked getting annoyed.

Jackie sensed his annoyance, and with memories of Rocky still floating in her head, she tried to be gentle.

"It meant a whole lot more than it usually does Red. Besides, you're young, you gotta have tons of witches after you." she said.

"I don't want them, I want you. None of them have ever made me feel like you have." George said feeling honesty might be the best policy for once.

Jackie realized what was going on, and knew exactly what to say…

"And what exactly did you feel?" she asked.

"I… recently lost a family member close to me… and the other night was the first time I felt like me again. I could think about him, and not want to just fall off my broomstick, you know?"

"So you think you love me, then Red?" she asked.

"What? No… I mean… I know it takes time for love, but I think we could be good together."

"Good, you understand what love is. Because Red, that wasn't a connection on a personal level… I don't even know your name-"

"It's-"

"Sshhh. I don't need to know it. That connection you felt was lust. It was strictly related to the sex." She said.

"No… it was more than that…"

"And how would you know? It was your first time. I thought I was in love with my first too. You have to understand the difference. I mean, when I walked in here the other night, you looked at me for a second and turned your head away without a second thought. But now we're good together?" she explained.

George had to admit she did have a point. But still…

"Listen, it'll take a while before you can wrap your hands around this, but trust me, its lust. You want sex, not me. And if I'm wrong… well I roll in here every now and then, you can tell me that you've thought of nothing but me, and I'll settle down and marry you." she said.

George looked at her.

"You don't mean that."

"Maybe I do. Maybe I don't. But I don't expect it'll happen anyways. Remember what I told you? Follow your instincts. Find another girl, and see if that same feeling doesn't hit you. You'll see." She said.

George realized he wasn't going to get anywhere and just nodded his head.

"Good. Now you stop moping. You have one of the best smiles I ever saw Red. You Red are one of a kind."

And she started walking up the steps.

George stood there watching the steps until she since had disappeared, thinking about her last words.

"One of a kind."

No one had ever called him one of a kind. Mostly because he'd always been a twosome. And even though he felt pretty alone in one way right now, he found the thought comforting.

George sat down at the bar and ordered another drink.

"Another Fire Whiskey Tom"

"Sure thing." He replied.

He was one of a kind now wasn't he? And the new him had already severely taught a jerk a lesson, and lost his virginity. He liked the new him… and what the new him could do.

George finished that last drink, and was about to leave two Galleons on the counter, when a girl walked into the bar.

She was about his height, hazel eyes, auburn colored hair, and dimples that showed through even while she was crying- like now.

She took a seat at the edge of the bar, and put her head down.

And George did exactly what Jackie said. He followed his first instincts.

A/N- So, did we enjoy this? Hope so. Next chapter will go back to present day- and present day is George just sitting in his shop after the breakfast with his brother. Though there will be another shorter flashback... but it'll be the begining of the Jerk!George... yes I'm very excited too.

Hopefully I'll be able to update again tomorrow, it looks pretty likely. :) And any questions you have please feel free to ask.