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Annoying Rules- "1,2… 4? 4 ProperT? Four chapters without a Disclaimer."

ProperT- "Technically as this one will have a disclaimer it's only three…"

AR- "And you call yourself Proper…"

ProperT- "Sorry, I'm a bit rusty, I forgot… but here it goes-"

Disclaimer- I ProperT did not knowingly forget to put in disclaimers in the previous three chapters. I really forgot. But I promise to try to not forget, from now on. Ok? I don't own any of the characters places, settings, or whatever else JK, WB and Scholastic may own. They can even have the rights to the OC's that have been mentioned already if they really want them.

What a Jerk Learned

"Hi Verity, long time no see." Ginny said as they approached the shop.

"Hello all" Verity replied a bit sadly.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

"Nothing… it was nice seeing you again."

And Verity walked away from the shop.

"Is it me? Or is she walking funny?" Ron stated.

"Hey George." Ginny said at seeing her brother by the door.

"Hey." He replied.

"Verity looked sad, what happened? You did give her, her job back? Didn't you dear?" Molly said.

"No mum. Her other job really is better. I couldn't let her come back here." George replied.

"Really? What does she do?" Hermione asked.

"She works for the Department for the Regulation and control of Magical Creatures. She's a Quadruple X and higher Classified Beast Catcher. Makes loads." George answered.

"Wow" Ron said.

"A what?" Harry asked.

"Remember the classifications, in Fantastic Beasts and Where to find them? Quadruple X is like really dangerous, but 5 X's is the most dangerous."

"Why would anyone want to catch them?" Harry asked.

"Beats me, but they're like the Auror's of their field." Ginny added.

"But she still wanted to work here? Knew there was something off about her." Ron said.

They laughed and George treated his family to lunch.

Over the next three weeks George came to three conclusions. It didn't take three weeks necessarily, that's just where the next part of this foray into George's life will begin. But in the mean time, let's get to the three things.

The first thing he realized?

That he couldn't hire anyone that he'd shagged already.

He realized this after thoroughly replaying what happened with Verity. It wouldn't do to have anyone he'd shagged already working for him.

Now the second thing he realized goes hand in hand with reason number one.

That he couldn't hire anyone he'd eventually want to shag.

Simply because he would probably end up doing so, and they'd fall right into category number one.

The first time the thought crossed his mind was his third day into interviews. His last appointment before lunch had strolled in, and pretty much told him she'd do anything for the job.

And he happily put that to the test, during what should have been his lunch break. But the girl- Stella, Sammy or something like that; had been thoroughly un-sexy. She kept her eyes closed, and generally looked like she was in pain. George finished shagging her as fast as he could and got dressed just as quick. And that's when he realized he couldn't have her around.

But then he hit a problem- she didn't go to sleep. In fact she seemed glued to his face afterwards. If it came down to it, he'd 'Obliviate' her with her staring in his face, but he'd rather she at least had her head not facing him.

He finally found the chance as he was leading her through the doorway that separated the stairs to the flat and the shop. He held it open for her. Quickly and silently he cast the Trip Jinx. She stumbled head first onto the floor and he quickly inserted a memory of her begging him to use the bathroom, and him finally relenting, and then him tripping her.

When she rose, she was red in the face and her anger was obvious.

"You tripped me"

"I'm sorry… it was an accident…" he said unconvincingly.

The plan he concocted had been based off the hope she'd not want to stay because he was a git.

"Yeah right… I could sue you, you know? Falling in a store is loads of Galleons." She spat at him.

That hadn't been part of George's plan.

"What?"

He saw the girl smirk, and he realized she needed money.

"You heard me, and the way you made me beg you to use the bathroom… a jury would eat it all up." She said.

"You're just a squirrel trying to get a nut aren't you?" He asked.

He saw her smirk- the first hint of a smile she'd shown once. George got mad then. Another witch trying to use him for money.

"Maybe," she said with an evil sort of smirk, "I would've let you fuck me whenever you wanted, as long as I had a job, but this law suit will be even better." She said walking towards the door.

That did it.

"Immobalaris" he cast.

She froze mid step, and couldn't move.

George walked over to the box where the Fainting Fancies were, and grabbed one. He inserted it in her mouth, and then cast 'Ingestio'.

He watched as her mouth started to move and the rest of her remained frozen. Her eye's looking back and forth in worry. But soon they closed.

He waved his wand at her, undoing the Immobalaris charm and her body fell faint to the ground.

"So you want a make a quick Galleon, do you? And it seems you don't mind shagging to do so either." He said standing above her body, as he thought. "I have just the new profession for you…"

Needless to say, he'd heard around town about this new 'hottie' who'd shag anything for a Knut- a mere Knut.

And if that hadn't been enough to cement the 'can't want to shag them rule' it became cemented in his mind after another young witch- Janie; had sauntered in a week later, in the morning. He told her to come back for lunch, to see how she did when testing projects. After that Sally girl he'd made testing Fainting Fancies a part of the interview process.

When Janie came back, the two were already kissing wildly before the shop door closed. She had been a wild one. Insatiable even. He had to put a sign on the door asking his first after lunch interview to come back in an hour.

He was worn out, and she still wanted to shag again after the hour was up. George realized she'd definitely be a problem as well. So George told her to come back for Dinner, because he still had interviews to 'uphold' for the day (which he promised her were really just for courtesy), and then they could celebrate her new job at dinner.

He had already told her to just push the bell, and walk in. That he'd hear it and come downstairs. But what did was stay hidden in the shadows, and when she walked passed his hiding spot he put her in a Body Bind. He had dressed himself like a thief- mask included' and pretended to act like he was looting the place, letting her witness his thievery from her spot on the floor, and then he stupefied her.

Needless to say once she was unconscious he went to work increasing her fear of the shop… and just for good measure, he decided to increase her fear of men in general.

When he brought her back to life, she immediately started crying.

"Don't worry you're safe. He managed to escape, but left my stuff, you'll be fine." George said trying to soothe her.

But he'd done too good a job of increasing her fear, because she jumped back from him as quickly as she could.

"Thanks… but I think I should go now… and I can't work here… not after that." Janie said quickly getting up, but still shaking.

"Are you sure? I mean, I'm sure it'll never happen again-"

"No… I can't… I'm sorry"

George realized he must have over done it with the spell, and while she got herself together he adjusted her memory so she wouldn't fear all men.

In other words he made it so she wouldn't fear him so much. Much better in his opinion.

"I'm sorry, it's not you so much…" she said immediately after her eyes came back into focus, "it's just this place scares me now…" she admitted.

And she left, missing George's grin.

So yes, George decided he couldn't have anyone working for him who he wanted to shag either.

As for the third thing he realized, it was just after he'd gotten further in Hermione's book. He had been worried about not hearing anything about Janie, when he decided he needed to learn Legilimency.

George knew it was a bit like reading minds, but you couldn't pick what you wanted to see. He thought it would be helpful to see a witch's memories of something as a useful way of getting her to trust him. It was all about trust with the witches. And if the death of their dog when they were six was a sorry time for them, then he'd tell them about the death of his pig when he was eight- or any thing else that would make them open up… both literally and figuratively speaking…

Plus, he might not have to insert a memory, if he could build off another one somehow…

And that's where we find George now- sitting in the shop some three weeks after Verity, figuring out a way for him to test Legilimency on people. He was interrupted in his thoughts by the shop door opening.

He didn't have any appointments now- it was lunch; so he looked up. But a grin crossed his face.

"Hey George, I heard you were up and about."

It was his friend Lee Jordan. And he didn't cringe at hearing his name either; Lee was always one of the few people who could tell the difference between him and Fred.

"Hey Lee. Yeah, I'm doing good." George replied getting up to greet his friend.

"Glad to hear it."

They hugged- the manly one; and sat down to talk. He was surprised to see Lee actually, after the war; Oliver had gotten him the job to be the official announcer for Puddlemore United. So he was always busy with team events, and things.

"So really, what brings you into town besides the team?" George asked.

"You know me to well… you won't believe me though…" Lee said smiling.

"What?" George asked curiously.

"Me and Katie" He said.

"Wow really? When did that happen, mate?"

"We got caught up after the war, and we just stayed in touch…"

"Congratulation mate." George said seriously.

"But when I said me and Katie… I meant me and Katie…" Lee added with a smirk.

"No… you didn't…"

"I did… more like I do really…" Lee said grinning.

"This calls for drinks."

And George pulled out a bottle of Firewhiskey he and Fred kept behind the counter for special occasions.

"Thanks mate, but I'm about to meet her for a late lunch, so no drinking otherwise I won't be able to survive it." He said grinning. Then added, "But why don't you come out with us tonight?"

"Three's a crowd Lee." George said smiling.

"No you prat, were all going out to eat. Me and Katie, Oliver, Angelina, and Alicia, you should come it'd be a great surprise for them."

Dinner, hun? He'd hadn't been out in a group setting in a while.

"Sure why not?"

"Excellent. I'll pick you up here at 8 and I'll apparate you to where we're having dinner at."

"See you at 8 then."

And they shook hands and Lee left.

When George and Lee arrived at the restaurant George could see Oliver, Angelina, Katie, and Alicia already there. And when they spotted him-

"George" the girls yelled as they ran over to him.

"Yes, Hello Lee, nice to see you too. How am I? Oh I'm well thanks." Lee said feigning hurt as all the girls engulfed George for a group hug.

"I'm happy to see you Lee" Katie said going over to hug Lee.

"Aren't they cute?" Angelina asked.

"If you like cute" George replied grinning.

"George." Alicia said.

They walked over to Oliver.

"Nice to see you George. I haven't had a flock of girls run away like that since me Hogwarts days after a lost Quidditch match." He said smiling.

"And if I recall correctly, it was these same three girls." George replied with a smile of his own.

"Hey" Katie exclaimed.

"You weren't right after losses Oli." Angelina said.

"Down right scary at times actually…" Alicia added.

"Nothing compared to how Harry would feel." George added.

"Oh, we should have invited him, a sort of reunion of sorts." Katie said.

"I doubt mum would've let him out. They start Hogwarts day after tomorrow; she's been keeping them in. Ron's completely flummoxed over it." George responded.

"Wait… the Savior of the Wizarding World is essentially…. Grounded? That's rich." Lee said smiling.

They walked in laughing at Harry's expense, to enjoy dinner.

After dinner- in which the girls yelled at the restaurant to leave Oliver, George and Lee alone; they talked over dinner.

"So George, now that you're feeling better… what you doing with yourself?" Angelina asked.

"I already told you, just trying to get the shop back open really."

"No, I mean in the romance department… got any witches in mind?"

And George followed Angelina's eyes as they landed on a very embarrassed Alicia.

"Don't pay her any attention George…" Alicia replied.

"You two always flirted around each other… it's only a matter of time if you ask me…" Katie said.

"Thankfully no one asked you Katie." Alicia said giving her friend a look.

"No… there's no one special…"

George said interrupting the spat, and gave Alicia a small smile. Katie was right… Alicia and he had always gotten along rather well. They even shared a moment once after the Yule ball, even though they didn't go together.

Angelina elbowed Alicia in happiness, and Alicia merely said stop that.

Oliver and Lee grinned at George. Alicia changed the subject after that, but every so often George caught her looking at him.

When dinner was over and they were all standing outside, the conversation slowed.

"So… good dinner then?" Lee said.

"Yeah" Everyone agreed.

"We should do it again." Angelina added.

"Definitely." Everyone agreed again.

"Well, I don't know about all of you, but Oliver and I have early photo shoots, so I'm going to escort my girl home." Lee said.

"Lee…" Katie replied.

"Have fun you two… I know I would…" George said grinning.

"George…" Katie added.

And with a crack Lee had disapparated Katie and himself. Everyone else laughed.

"Lee is right though… do have to get up early." Oliver said,

"Don't forget to stay in touch Oliver." Angelina said.

"I won't. I promise."

Oliver gave her a kiss on the cheek before he disapparated with his own crack.

"By you two"

And Angelina left a moment later giving them a knowing look.

"Why's she looking at us like that? I bet she's on her way to see Oliver right now." George said.

"Nah… those two are cool. Though I think Oliver might like her a bit."

"Then what's the problem? He's a decent chap."

"I know, but I think she still… I mean… I think she still misses your brother… a bit."

George had forgotten about her feelings for Fred stemming from their time after the Yule ball as well.

"I guess I forgot" George said.

"Yeah… well, I'm not sure if it's true, but she's hasn't dated at all. Not that she dated before then, but still…"

George didn't say anything.

"And really, how are you?" she asked.

"Me? I'm great. Well I'd be better if I could find suitable help. There's a bloke who came in earlier today who seems like he might be up to the challenge, even trusted me enough to tell me about some ball he invented that when bounced let's out the smell of dung around it."

"Sounds disgusting, but right up your alley." Alicia replied.

"It is… but all I was thinking about was someone to help run the shop, not necessarily someone to help me invent too… caught me off guard, you know?"

"Afraid it might be like replacing Fred?"

"A bit… I mean I know no one can do that, but we'd work in that same type of way that Fred and I did. Not sure if I'm ready for that yet."

"Then tell him so. Doesn't mean he can't still work for you. Or maybe he can just wait till you're ready."

This is why George always liked Alicia, she was easy to talk too, and seemed to always have some helpful words of advice.

"Maybe… thanks Alicia. You always know how to make me feel better."

"Glad I could help."

There was an awkward silence. George had no intention of treating Alicia like he treated the other girls he dealt with. She was different. Beside she knew him.

"How about we hang out some time, just us?" she asked.

"Yeah… that sounds great."

"Really?"

"Of course it does. I won't lie; I may not be much of a date though… I'm thoroughly boring you know." He said grinning.

"Then we'll just have to liven you up then, won't we?" she said giving him a look.

They exchanged information, and promised to talk in the next couple of weeks. George kissed her on the cheek before she left.

The next day George was in a very uncharacteristic state. He was nervous.

He fiddled with the paper with Alicia's Floo name on it whenever he had a free moment. He didn't want to seem eager- especially since he could get regular sex with out her. But then that bothered him as well because he wanted more than sex from Alicia- she was marrying material. He just wasn't ready to get married yet.

Far from it. He wanted to keep shagging witches. And if he started dating Alicia now, that would have to stop. He couldn't imagine her being ok with that, or any serious witch for that matter, which was why he erased their memories in the first place. And he didn't want to erase anything from Alicia.

So he'd been sitting in his seat for at least half hour thinking about it after the end of his interview day when he decided he would wait it out before he contacted her.

Yes, he'd wait. Take it slow. This way he could continue his conquests of the modern witch, and still have Alicia around.

George got up to lock his shop door, but just before he could, a person walked in with their robes done up- hood included. George pulled his wand out.

"Put that down. I'm here for the job" the witch's voice said.

George realized this voice was familiar, but not very.

"Who are you? And why is your hood up?" He said not lowering his wand.

"My hood is up because I don't want anyone to know who I am; I'd die if someone saw me in here." The witch admitted.

"Then that's going to make working here a bit hard isn't it? Someone would see you." George replied annoyed.

"There are Glamour's for that type of thing, aren't there?"

"Just who are you?" George asked again.

George watched as she lowered her Hood and revealed her face. It was that Slytherin girl in Ron's year… Patricia, Pamela, Pandora....

"Pansy Parkinson" she said.

Right… Pansy. Always hanging off of Malfoy, resembled a bit of a pug.

"I know. You're in my Brother Ron's year. What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be getting ready to catch the train in the morning?"

"I would if I were going back. But I'm not. It'll be a Potter circus." She said walking into the shop.

"But McGonagall's letting everyone back in. I know you're in Slytherin, but even you know you can't have learned that much last year." George stated.

"I know enough. Now can I get the job or what?" she asked.

"No. Go back to school." George said.

"Are you still on that? You're as thick as your brother then aren't you?"

George was about to hex her, until he realized she meant Ron, not Fred.

"No, I'm not. Ron wouldn't bother to ask why you're here, if you hate me and my family so much. So that would mean that you must be desperate."

"I'm not desperate. I just want to try something different."

George knew she was lying, and wasn't in the mood for it, he wanted to get back to figuring out a way to work on Legilimency…

"Different, eh? Fine, have a seat."

George said turning from her to take a seat behind the counter as he conjured a chair for her.

"Do you know what the job is about?" he asked her.

"I help you sell your jokes, I get paid for it. Sounds simple enough." She replied.

"There's also the testing process. You have to be willing to test things at times, especially now that it's just me." George said, testing the sympathy waters.

"Test stuff like what?" she said seeming to ignore his words.

"Whatever I invent, but I wouldn't give it to you until I was sure of course."

"Ok, that's it then?"

"No. You'd also need to help me in product research."

"Isn't that the same as what you said before?"

"No. Like for instance I'm working on a joke that'll make someone thin they're a chicken for a certain period of time. And so I need someone to help me while I practice Legilimency." He said seriously.

"Legilimency?" she said.

"It's-"

"I know what it is. I helped Draco get better at Occlumency, by using it on him. So you would need to use it on me?" she asked.

She was familiar with it? That was even better than he hoped.

"Yeah, would you mine if I gave it a test go now. And maybe you could even give me some pointers." George said off handedly.

"If it'll help me get the job, then let's go for it."

She stood out of the chair, and started to take her robes off.

"Well? It's better standing up, so get over there." She said pointing to a spot across from her.

George watched her as she removed the robe, and realized even though she wasn't much on the eyes, but she had a decent body…

"Not out here… upstairs in the flat. Don't want to risk wrecking anything, or anyone looking in and seeing." George said.

"Fine. Whatever. Lead the way." She said.

George led her upstairs to the flat and took his place across from her.

"Just aim your wand at me and say Legilimens, but you have to focus and push once you get in. I'm not just going to let you in." she said.

"Right… Legilimens"

George saw things flash before his eyes… a young Pansy pushing another girl on the floor… a family dinner... Draco yelling at her on the Hogwarts express… and then he was pushed out.

"Not bad. But you hardly pushed that hard. And I'm a terrible Occlumens. Draco said it was easy to see my memories he'd better hope the Dark Lord never asked me to join him." she said.

George realized she seemed neither fazed nor unfazed by her own words. Or concerned for his possible reactions to her words.

"Fine… Legilimens"

Her sitting in Potions ignoring Snape… gossiping with Rita Skeeter about Harry and Hermione… hanging out with other Slytherin witches…with Umbridge after she tried to catch Fred and George… Draco ignoring her...

George stumbled as he was thrown from her mind. She had her wand out. She must've cast something at him.

"That wasn't fair… I wasn't ready." She said.

"Mad because of what I saw?"

George had only got madder after he saw some of those memories- especially after the Umbridge scene.

"What do I care if you saw Draco ignoring me?"

Draco… is that all she cared about? Draco who yelled at her, and ignored her… and… made her really easy to shag right now because he now knew she liked them mean.

"Of course you care, because you're a moron. And you let a daft git like Malfoy make you into one." George replied, in a mocking way.

"Don't you dare talk about Draco like that."

"Like what? Like the Stupid Prick he is? What do you see in him?" George asked.

"He's got style. Power. He's smart." she rattled off pissed.

"Is that all? I've got all that, and I'm twice as smart. I didn't run off and join Voldemort, you dumb cunt." George said, almost daring her to get mad.

"You… you can't call me that… who do you think you are?" she yelled.

But George could tell he was turning her on. She was red not from anger but heat. And her breathing was a bit too deep. He raised his wand one more time.

"Legilimens…"

Draco shagging her senseless… Blaise shagging her doggy style… her giving Goyle a blow job…

Dear gods… she was a freak…

Before she could get mad this time, George walked closer to her, pulling her in for a kiss. He imagined being able to shag her doggy style in order not to be violently sick from kissing her.

She tried to resist, but George also saw that she liked pretending that she didn't want to get shagged.

In a matter of minutes her clothes had been strewn across the room, and he was sliding into her.

No wonder everyone had a crack at her… she was a good lay. And he had no problem shagging her doggy style. It was better for him; he didn't have to look at her. And she howled like the pug she looked like too.

She even gave him his first blow job.

Oh yes, definitely a good lay.

She'd fallen asleep afterwards. George had no intention of letting her spend the night. No, none at all.

He'd decided that he'd make her want to go back to school… maybe even let her want to give whole school a go… but that wasn't enough to him. He'd done the hoar a girl out thing… he liked to stay fresh…

Ah, she was always a bully wasn't she? Liked torturing people? And she hated Harry… It was simple then. He'd make her want to be a nice person. Especially to Harry, Hermione and Ron.

So he dressed her back up, carried her down the stairs and sat her in the chair she was sitting in. First implanted a memory of her trying a Fainting Fancy- he even swabbed her mouth with one, so the taste would be there.

And then he tweaked her memories… the same one's he'd seen of her bullying people, and being rotten to them, he made her feel guilty about them. Really guilty. And then he made her want to go back to school so she could atone for her past grievances.

He cast Rennervate and she came too. He watched her eyes go out of focus for a moment, but then she same back to her self.

"Think you could test these on a regular basis?" George asked seriously.

"What? No… in fact, I've decided I'm going back to school. Yeah… school…" she said getting up and putting on her cloak.

"If you're sure…" George said not bothering to help.

"Of course I'm sure; it's my last time to make a difference… Thanks anyways." She said, but then turned around and added, "Sorry about getting you in trouble with Umbridge. It was low."

And she walked out the door.

A/N- Sorry if you got this alert twice I keep frogetting the lines on my computer don't transfer over here, I have to re do them. Anyhoo, hope you're enjoying this. And what about George now? I'm begining to think he has a problem... but maybe that's me. Lol. Later Dasy :)