A/N- No longer in the old Flashback. Though there will be a short Flash in the beginning of this, and then that's it for the chapter. Thanks to all my Alerter's, and my Reviewers. They make me smile ;)

A Jerk Is Born

Back at the Shop

"Ah Choo" George sneezed.

George started waving his wand around- the sneeze awaking him from his daydreaming, and started fixing the broken items and clearing the dust. When that was done, he cast a charm on the broom to sweep up anything that couldn't be saved. And then he cast a simple 'Scourgify' on anything else.

The shop was back in tip top condition in no time. Deciding that such hard work had been tedious and overwhelming (even though it took less than 20 minutes to accomplish) George sat down behind the counter to take a rest.

But as soon as he sat he started to relive memories of the night before- the last reason he'd finally gotten out if his funk. Jackie had been right. It wasn't her, it was the sex. And he loved it.

The sex, that is.

Flashback

He had walked over to the sad witch, and asked her if she needed anything. She was startled at first, but one look at his sad, understanding eyes (something he and Fred had long since perfected) she just broke down into the story of her life.

Or it least it seemed that way to George as he listened. She said something about her 'now' ex boyfriend cheating on her, with her best friend. Caught them in the act, she did.

But he rubbed her back, and nodded his head when needed, and offered her his deepest sympathy's. He even spun a tale of the lost love of his life; the words flew from his mouth easily. He was following his instincts.

Of course he also made sure, she had a good drink- or five; to help wash down the painful memories. And when she realized the hour grew late, she asked Tom for a room.

George watched the transaction. He had wondered if he could talk her out of staying here, but then realized he shouldn't keep bringing people back to his shop- it could turn out bad for business.

When she came over to thank him for the talk, she seemed a bit wobbly. George acted quickly.

"My dear Rosa,"

That was her name…

"My dear Rosa, if anything we helped each other. Your words were just as comforting to me, as my words were to you."

"I wish you would've been my boyfriend Red, you'd treat me well, wouldn't you?" she asked attempting to climb the first step.

He liked not hearing his name, so he told her everyone called him Red…

"Like the angel Heaven is missing." He replied helping her up the step.

"Yes thank you Red, I could use some help." She said after blushing at his words.

George slowly helped her up the stairs, sometimes leaning into her a little extra here and there so she'd brush up against him. And each time she'd apologize profusely.

"I'm so sorry… I just can't seem to keep my balance…"

"I'm here for you… I won't let you fall…" George whispered into her ear.

George felt Rosa shiver against his body, and he could tell his ploys were working.

When they reached the door, he simply stood her up and watched her clumsily try and tap the handle to open the door with her wand.

"A little help?" she asked smiling.

"Are you sure, I don't want you to think that… that I'm…"

He put hesitation in his voice, hoping she would eat that up to.

"Red, don't be silly…" she said.

And George tapped his wand against the door to open it. It clicked.

"Thank you Red, I mean it." She said as she leaned against the door.

But she leaned a little too hard and almost fell. George just managed to catch her.

"Woo… that was close." She said happily.

Rosa leaned in to give George a kiss on the cheek. And he let her do so. But as she pulled away, he swooped in for his own kiss on the lips. It was just a quick kiss, just long enough so she wouldn't imagine it happened.

"I'm sorry Rosa, what you must think of me… I just couldn't help myself…" George said backing away from her easily.

He tried to look as embarrassed as he could.

"Red wait… it's alright… the thought crossed my mind too, I just chickened out and kissed your cheek instead. After you were so worried about taking advantage of me-"

"And I am. I'm sorry. I'll leave now." George said feigning deep sincerity.

"No… you're not taking advantage Red… I told you I'm just chicken… that's probably why Bobby left me…"

Bobby was the cheating ex.

"I don't think you're chicken. It takes courage to leave someone." George said.

And that was it. Rosa leaned into George and kissed him soundly. And the rest was history.

Rosa was a screamer… or at least she was with George. And he lasted 15 minutes before he came the first time.

The second round was more of the same, all while he whispered words in her ear:

"You're beautiful"

"No I won't leave you"

"You're special"

By the time they were done, she was stroking George's face telling him of her love for him. She fell asleep with a smile on her face in George's arms.

When George thought she was knocked out, he looked over at her, and realized that Jackie had been right. He had felt the same 'I can do anything' feeling with Rosa too. Which meant any woman could do… and they would. He started to get dressed, not wanting to be around when she got up.

But then he remembered how he had been feeling after he got up to an empty bed- not the feeling of wanting to go again (he ignored that), but the urge to find that someone you slept with.

So George grabbed his wand and aimed it at Rosa. He'd never actually done what he was about to do before, but he knew that logistics of it more or less.

And so he cast a memory charm on her. He made it seem as if she'd thrown herself on him. He enhanced all those touches and made it seem like she started it with the kiss on the cheek, and he pretty much deleted anything in her memory that could hold him responsible. All and all, he hoped he'd made her feel guilty, and never want to face him again.

And then he left the room. He paid Tom for the dinner he hadn't paid for last night, and he gave Tom a tip. And he gave another tip for promising not to tell the young lady who he was if she asked. Big tip.

Then he had realized he was hungry, and that's when he had apparated to the Burrow this morning.

--End Flashback--

George sighed.

He knew that his family had been waiting for him to perk up, and when he finally does, they jump on him. Well, Ron jumped on him. But Ron's always been a git, he'd get over it.

George looked out the shop window, and saw people passing by. He realized just how much he missed the sound of the door opening and closing as eager kids came in to buy Canary Crèmes to use on their friends or Extendable Ears to spy on their sisters.

He needed to open back up. But he'd need help.

Verity.

George went upstairs to the flat to use the Floo; it was then that he realized he was a bit… musty.

Right… Floo Verity after a shower. After all, he had to be at his best, if he had to convince an employee to come back to work.

Verity would come in the morning. He had to talk her into it actually, she said her new job was better and paid more. But George figured she was trying to get a pay raise out of him. He'd done the background check himself when they hired her. She had graduated three years before them from Hufflepuff, her best subject was Care of Magical Creatures- and that was because old Kettle burn was her uncle.

However George didn't want to assume anything. She could very well be making more money, so he'd have to play it by ear.

In the mean time, he had a family dinner to go to.

"George you came. Arthur its George" Molly said happily as she hugged her son, tears falling from her eyes.

"Yes dear I see, let him breathe Molly." Arthur said walking over to them.

"Hey dad, long time" George said simply.

"That's alright son, nice to see you now, and that's all that matters." Arthur replied giving his son a hug.

As George walked further into the Burrow, he saw Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny already sitting at the table.

"Miss me?" he said grinning at his little sister.

"I never could resist that grin" she said getting up to hug him.

George embraced his sister. He missed that too.

"Harry, how's the Voldy free life going?" George asked when Ginny let go.

Harry smiled at George.

"It's good." He said giving George a meaningful look at Ginny.

George smiled back at him, but made a note to make sure to talk to Harry. If he hurt his sister again, he'd kill him.

"Hermione… always a pleasure." He said bowing as if she were royalty.

"Honestly George" she said smiling all the same.

George then looked at Ron. There was a bit of a silence in the room as the two glared at each other.

"Well I for one am starving. Let's eat" George said breaking the silence.

"Good idea son" Arthur said, taking his seat at the table.

Dinner went well for the most part. Ron stayed quiet, but George caught up on everything else. Bill and Fleur were doing fine- Molly still pestering them for grand kids. Charlie was still slaying… er, saving Dragons. Percy was back to working for the Ministry, he was on Kingsley's personal team. And Ron and Ginny were going back to Hogwarts to finish with Harry and Hermione. And little Teddy Lupin seemed to decide that his favorite color to keep his hair was Black with red streaks, with one eye blue and one eye green.

When dinner was done, Molly told them to go mingle in the living room. It was then that Ron spoke-

"So why now?" Ron finally blurted in all his tactless glory.

"Ron" Hermione and Ginny yelled.

"What? I didn't yell at him, did I?" Ron said.

"It's rude" Hermione stated.

"It's honest. And I want an honest answer." Ron defended.

"It was just time Ron. No reason."

George had long decided he wouldn't tell any of his family the real reason he'd come out of his funk. Maybe Bill- he was married, he'd know all about the wonders of sex by now. Or at least he better with a part Veela wife.

"That's it?" Ron asked.

"What did you expect Ron? A dream? A knock to the head? A sudden burst of insight while eating treacle tart in the loo? I just was coming home from the Leaky Cauldron, and I had an altercation…"

George cut himself off, he'd said too much.

"What altercation?" Ginny asked.

He cursed himself at first, but realized this might be good enough to get them off his back. So he explained what happened with Rocky, but he left out the Ton Tongue Toffee part and the breaking of Rocky's wand.

"Wow George, that was really brave." Hermione said beaming at him.

"Yeah, and it sounds like he really deserved it." Harry added.

"Thanks… after that, I realized that life was still around to be lived, you know?" George stated.

Everyone looked at Ron. George knew his brother could be dense sometimes, but he also knew his brother was good at thinking a few steps ahead if he concentrated long enough, like when he plated chess. And while no one else had seen his shop Ron had…

"And what happened to the store?" Ron asked.

Shite… Think quick George…

"The witch I helped… I was concerned about her staying in the Cauldron while that jerk was still around, so I told her she could stay at my flat. I have an extra bed and all, don't I? But she wanted a tour, and then she proceeded to accidentally drop the Instant Darkness Powder, causing her to thoroughly stumble over half the shop in the process. Not very coordinated, she was."

"See Ron, he not only saved her, but he kept her safe too." Ginny yelled at Ron.

"Alright, alright. I'm sorry I was such a git George." Ron said apologetically.

George breathed a quick sigh of relief, and replied with a smirk-

"No worries little bro, you were just being you."

And Ron proceeded to chase George around the room to amused giggles from the rest of them.

"Ginny what did you do with the school lists? I need them if I'm going to get your stuff tomorrow." His mum yelled from somewhere upstairs getting all their attention.

"She can't be serious? Can't we get our own stuff?" Ron asked.

"It's her last time until the grandkids show up, Ron" Ginny reminded him.

"She makes a fair point Ronniekins." George added.

"Shut up, you. I still don't care." Ron said getting up. "I'm telling her I want to get them on my own."

"Ron no" Ginny yelled after him. "Harry some help please."

Ginny and Harry both left leaving Hermione and George alone.

"Hey can I ask you something?" George asked Hermione.

"Yes I really like him." Hermione said.

"What? Oh, that was obvious in your third year, I know that. You know about memory charms and stuff right?" George asked.

"Yeah, a bit."

"More than a bit if I recall you modified your parent's memories, didn't you?"

"Yes… I did." She said slowly.

George could tell that it was obviously a sore topic for her. So he proceeded carefully.

"Sorry, it's just… I'm working on a couple of new things, and I need a bit of info on them. That was Fred's area of expertise."

George watched her get a little taken a back at the mention of Fred's name from his mouth. And he wondered if all witches would react that way…

"Oh… well I don't claim to be an expert, but there's a book I could give you that told me a lot. Maybe it'll help you. And if there's anything you don't get, just let me know." She replied.

"That'd be great."

George was being honest with that reply. The less he had to ask her personally the better. Hermione left to get him the book. She retuned just as everyone else walked back into the room.

"Thanks" he said as she handed it to him.

"No problem. Hold it for as long as you want." Hermione responded.

"What book is that?" Ron asked sitting down.

"Just a book on memory charms, working on it for some things." George replied.

"Really? Does that mean you're going to open the shop back up soon?" Ginny asked.

"I have a meeting with Verity, if it goes well, maybe a couple of days. If not her, then I'll have to actually do interviews."

"I'm sure she'll do it. The shop's brilliant." Ron said with a grin.

"I hope so. Listen, I'm itching to get looking in this book, I'll stop by for Sunday dinner, ok?" George said.

"We'll probably be in the Alley tomorrow for supplies." Ron said.

"Oh stop in, I'll treat for lunch." George said getting up to leave.

He bid them all farewell, and headed back to the flat.

And true to his words, George Weasley read all he could about the different types of memory charms.

Bbrrrriiinnggg

George barely opened his eyes at the sound.

Who could be ringing the bell? The shop was obviously closed… Verity.

George flew down the steps, to open the shop door. He could see Verity standing their. She looked a bit annoyed.

"Sorry about that, was looking at something until late, and I overslept. Just give me five minutes, to fix myself up." George said.

Verity seemed to be scanning him. Then after a moment she gave him a nod.

"Take ten minutes." she replied.

George raised his eyebrow at the tone of her voice. That wasn't the same Verity he knew. The Verity he knew was a kind girl. This girl seemed to be trying to piss him off. And she was dressed as if this was a business dinner or something.

George went back upstairs, took a quick shower, and put on some jeans, a t-shirt that Verity always said she liked, and his favorite sneakers.

He came back down and Verity was leaning against the counter.

"Thanks for coming." George said.

George noticed she'd cut her hair shorter. She looked older.

"I'd figure I'd give you a chance to up my salary." She said cutting directly to the point.

"Why so business like? It's like you have no love for your old employer." George said trying to break the mood.

"It's not about that George,"

George almost winced at that. Verity had also been one of those people who had never called him by his name. She always referred to himself and Fred as Mr. Weasley.

"It's about growing up. I was 20 years old and working in a joke shop. I just got my priorities straight during the war. Life could be over tomorrow, and I'd only be known as the girl who worked in the Weasley's store."

She was beginning to piss George off, and he didn't want that. He couldn't figure out why he cared until he realized with a jolt that he wanted to bed her.

"I didn't know we made you feel that way, we, I mean, Fred and I, always thought you liked us." George said.

George wanted to see how the sympathy card played- and the mention of Fred. The reaction wasn't instant but it came quick enough.

"I… I did like you guys, I mean… I still like you George, it's just… my family got on me to be more serious and so I took this job in the Ministry that sucks arse, but it pays well. And the only way I could live with telling my parents I quit to work here again, would be if you raised my pay."

As she explained this, her whole 'strong witch' demeanor fell, and the old Verity appeared.

So that's what this was about. And George felt for her, he really did- or he would have, had she been honest from the start. Verity had tried to trick him, and no one will ever trick the new George and get away with it.

"And what exactly do you do that pays so much money?" George asked out of curiosity.

He had no intention of matching it. In fact, if it worked out right, he'd have her working here for less than her original salary.

"I work for the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. I'm a Quadruple X or higher Classified Beast Catcher."

George was secretly impressed. That was like the Auror ranks of that Department.

"It sounds all exciting, but how often do you hear about a Lethifold, or a Quintaped running around in London? Never. Mostly we just get a lot of paper work." she added.

"Well I can't match whatever salary they're probably paying you for that. So I guess you can go." George said nonchalantly.

"George wait… make me an offer. Add some incentives… I'm sure I could get my parents to understand." She said reaching out to hold his wrist.

He had an offer alright.

"Sorry Verity, it would be a disgrace to Fred's memory to do that. We hired you because you were a nice girl, with a good outlook on life, and really wanted to work here. We didn't have to give you incentives then, and I won't give you incentives now." George stated seriously.

He watched Verity pull her hand away looking sad, and a little guilty. Perfect.

"I mean, and you're making this all about what I can do for you. What about what you can do for me? Why don't you offer me an incentive?" George added.

"Like what?" She quizzed.

"I don't know, name some things."

"Er… I could promise to work extra hard."

"All employees should do that." George stated.

"To test products?" she offered.

"Yes I recall you weren't that interested in that part of the business."

"And I could… I could… try and create something myself…"

"Baby steps Verity." George said.

"It doesn't matter George, I'm just desperate to get out of it. I hate working in the Ministry. You can make the contract and I'll sign it."

Bingo.

"Follow me upstairs and I'll see if we can't think of something…"

When they reached upstairs, Verity stepped in the flat cautiously.

"You guys never let me up here before." She said.

"Because we were afraid, you'd only want to bed one of us, and then we'd have to kill you to save ourselves."

George said this as he pretended to look for parchment.

"What? Must you always joke?" she said with a curious look.

"What do you think?" he said turning around quickly to give her a wink.

"George stop playing…" she said with a bit of whine.

"If I did that I'd have to close my business down." George replied after grabbing a piece of parchment.

"You see? That's why I liked working here, always a good feeling around." Verity stated thinking George was going back to joke mode.

"It was all because of you, you know?"

"Ok, you don't have to lay it on, I already said I'd work here again." she said.

George turned around to face her fully. He gave her one of his more serious expressions-

"Who's laying it on? If I learned anything from Fred's death, it's that you have to say what's on your mind, before people leave you."

Verity looked at the serious expression on George's face, and she could feel herself blushing. They had liked her? And he still did?

"I… George… I don't know what to say… I…"

George decided to take control of her momentary confusion to kiss her. She tried to resist at first, but fell into it.

He pulled away after a minute or two, and didn't look at her. He acted as if he was looking for a quill on his desk, deciding that if she was truly adverse to his advances she'd leave right now.

Verity was beyond confused now. He'd kissed her. And she'd kissed him back. Things were moving too quickly.

"I… think I should… should…"

"Should what? Go? Did the kiss scare you Verity?" George asked looking up.

"No…"

George knew she was lying.

"Are you sure?" he asked stepping closer to her.

"Yes, I'm sure." She replied.

Verity didn't like his tone now. Something seemed off. She tried to put back on that same business like demeanor she came in with.

But George wasn't buying it. Not at all.

"How do I know that you're not just saying these things, and doing these things to make me work here for cheap?"

"Because I wasn't going to give you a raise before you told me everything, was I? And what reason would I have to low ball you? It's not like I can't afford to pay you, I just don't believe in giving someone a raise without them earning it."

George watched her face fall for a moment after he pointed out that she was the one who had underhanded motives.

"Maybe I should go." She said looking guilty.

It was perfect. Her feet hadn't even moved an inch with her words. So he walked over to her, holding a parchment in his hand as he pointed towards the door of his flat.

"Fine, walk away. Be afraid. Do what your parents tell you too. Be another mindless follower." George said standing in her face.

She tried to slap him in anger, but he caught her wrist and brought her whole body into him.

And then proceeded to snog her senseless.

She pulled away some five minutes later, and tried to talk-

"George… wait…"

But George ignored her, and buried her words in his mouth, slowly pulling her towards his bed as he did so. They fell onto it. George started reaching his hand up her shirt. She gasped at the feeling.

"Gods… George wait… too fast…"

George allowed her to breathe for a moment, before answering-

"Life moves fast…" he said.

And then began to circle her nipple under her shirt, and went back to snogging her.

Verity would try and say something to stop them from going further, but every time George would just say something to quell her fears, and start kissing her again. And once George's hand had made its way under her pants and had started to massage her clit, she was practically begging him for it.

And so… he gave it to her.

And it turns out Verity was no Virgin. She knew exactly what she wanted and how. And George was happy to oblige her. They had to have gone at least three times, the last time she came multiple times before passing out during the last round, just before he came.

But George didn't mind, and continued on until he finished.

Later

George looked at Verity's naked body sleeping on his bed face down. He looked at the smooth curve of her back, past her arse, down her legs.

For a moment he had second thoughts about what he was about to do- about modifying her memory.

He'd read most of the book, Hermione gave him. He learned all the specifics of tweaking a memory, how to insert a false a memory, how to get rid of it completely and how to make them stick. It really was all in the memory. The memory didn't even have to make sense, but as long as when you cast it you believed it could work, it would work.

His original memory plant was going to be a simple 'Obliviate' and send her back to whatever job she thought was so much better. But after her admittance that she was really going to use him, he wanted to make her pay. And good sex hadn't ruined that. And now he was looking at a part of the book, that didn't just deal with memories, it dealt with the feelings too. With the right spell and feelings behind it, he could make her forget the actual sex- but not the feelings she enjoyed from it.

In other words… she'd want to shag him every time she saw him.

Yes that was the plan he was going to use. But then he realized the plan wouldn't do any good if he didn't see her. But he couldn't have her work here after this… no; there'd be no running the store.

He thought hard for a moment until a plan came to fruition. He'd increase her feelings of job dissatisfaction, plus her feelings of not wanting to disappoint her parents. Thus when he'd turn her down for this job, she'd keep her old job, because she'd be afraid of her parent's thoughts. But every now and then- so upset with her current job, that she'd come by the shop and ask him for her old job again… and they'd shag like there was no tomorrow.

Perfect.

George got up and walked over to the bed. He picked up his wand and aimed it at her sleeping body- the book saying it was easier to cast the charms while they're sleeping, as the person would be less likely to remember it happening. But then he realized he'd stared at her a little too long, and his cock was half erect.

What's one more time for the road? She won't remember anyways.

George tried to wake Verity up, but she was knocked out. George realized it might be better if she stayed asleep… he was only trying to get his real quick.

George put his wand down on the table, and made his way onto the bed. He rubbed his hand down her back, and across her arse…

Her arse…

A small grin graced George's face…

"Verity… Verity…" he said lightly caressing her.

She moaned in response.

"Verity, one more time… do it for me…" he said gently, beginning to play with her clit.

"Tired… soar…" she moaned into the pillow.

"I promise it won't hurt you there… do it for me Verity…" he said whispering in her ear.

She didn't do anything but continued to moan at his touch.

"Verity…" he said again.

"Ok…" she breathed.

George played with her for another moment, before he stopped. A small whimper escaped her sleeping form. He straddled her just as she was. He remembered lube was supposed to be used, but he didn't have any… so he just used her own wetness as coating.

First he inserted the wet finger into her arse.

Damn this is tight…

She tried to move, but he was persistent. He slid the digit in slowly. She groaned. But it soon became moans as he continued sliding it in while his other hand fingered her clit. Soon he was sliding two fingers in, then three. And he was no longer half erect, but fully.

He straddled her backside. She whimpered again at the loss of touch. But there was no worry… she was about to get something much bigger in there to replace it… like his cock…

A/N- Am I the only one who's ashamed of George right now? Taking advantage of dear Verity like that… tsk, tsk…

And this is just the beginning… there's more plots of doing a witch wrong to come. Thanks for reading. :)