A/N- Sorry for the bit of a wait, I got sick for a couple of days, and then I got caught up with trying to get the other story I'm posting caught up as well. But no worries, there's still enough time for me to keep to my 3 to 4 chapter a week goal. And since I plan two updates on Christmas Day… yeah, I should be good.

Disclaimer- Do not own anything recognizable from JK's Brilliant works of literature. Though I do own the OC's and this crazy plot.

Just to catch up- George had been conducting interviews for the shop. Let's see… he whore'd one girl out. He made another afraid of men- but not him. And he's pretty much made Pansy into someone else… Let's see if he's finally found a proper person, then?

A Good Month

George finally decided that he would give Grant- the bloke who was the inventor as well; the job after a couple of more days of bad interviews. It was the only solution- he'd never want to shag a bloke after all. But he did tell Grant to hold off on his ideas for a bit. Grant understood completely, and the store reopened wonderfully a week later.

Ron and Ginny were upset that they couldn't be there, but he told them it'd still be there in Christmas. And with them gone for school, the only two people he really had to keep pretenses with on a regular basis were his parents.

And Alicia.

He finally Floo'd Alicia one night, after he'd shagged Verity. Verity had come by to congratulate George on finding someone to help, and well… the memory charm worked. She came when the store was closing, and stayed way passed the closing time.

The whole time she was there she kept telling George she didn't know why, but something about him was turning her on. George just smiled and acted as surprised as possible the whole time… his grin getting wider when she admitted that she even wanted him to fuck her arse… something she'd never let anyone do…

And when she passed out after another night of shagging, he erased the memory again, thus keeping the original charm in place.

But he had contacted Alicia, and they had a quick lunch the next afternoon. Nothing big, just a couple of sandwich's while they caught up. And he gave her another kiss on the cheek before she left.

But that was at least a week ago now. And he hadn't shagged anyone since then. He was really too busy. Ron and Ginny had spread the word that his shop was back open, and since Filch hadn't included any items from the Joke store this year because it wasn't open, student orders were pouring in. And he happily rushed to get them out before the ban came back into effect –which it did.

And now, after the shop was clean and the money counted, he and Grant took a much deserved seat.

"Hectic week, hun?" Grant asked.

"Yeah, but it's great for business." George replied.

He and Grant got along well enough. He was a hard worker. And he really liked jokes. He laughed at everything. Grant was an alright looking sort- not that George was looking; but he seemed to be in that shy category. A witch had come in the shop the other day and tried to talk to him, but he seemed flummoxed around her.

"Yeah… well, I gotta girl I need to find." Grant said getting up.

That caught George off guard.

"Really? Do tell."

"Oh… not like that. No one special… just someone to help me… relax, if you get my drift."

"I get it. I could use a girl myself right about now." George admitted.

"Come with me then. I know you're my boss and all, but if you don't mind then I don't mind." He said.

"And where exactly would we be going?"

George knew what some men did to 'relax', as Grant put it. They went down to Knockturn and picked up the easy witches. That wasn't George's style.

"There's a spot near Knockturn, but it serves better clientele… get me?" Grant stated.

"No… but maybe it'll be good for a laugh." George replied with optimism.

"You'll see." Grant said smirking.

So they agreed to meet outside the shop in a half an hour, so Grant could show him this spot of his.

True to Grant's words, the place was two stores short of being in Knockturn. He'd seen it before, but never knew what it was. It didn't have anything on the outside except a 'we're open' sign.

But when they opened the door, music hit George's ear. And lights flashed every now and then to the music. And women of all shapes and sizes were around entertaining gentleman of all types. Some women were on the stage, some were merely walking around in outfits leaving nothing to be desired.

"Hey G. Nice to see you. You're girl is back by table 8" said one girl.

"Thanks Tia" Grant replied.

George liked the looks of Tia, short, cute, and winking at him.

"What's the rush Tia?" George asked stopping her from walking by.

"I gotta put this order in sir. But maybe I'll come take yours later." She replied naughtily, and kept moving.

George watched her walk away.

"That was Tia. A freak if I ever saw one, and from what I hear she's into that bondage stuff- being tied up and all that. Not my style." Grant said walking further in.

George didn't say anything, but followed him none the same until he sat down at a table. He pushed a button when he sat.

"That's so someone can come take our order for drinks." Grant said.

George just nodded wondering what type of girl would appear. He noticed in one corner, that three gentleman were being entertained by a witch doing something very naughty with her wand.

And at another table, he saw a goblin and a wizard watching a very pretty girl dance for them- at least he thought it was a regular girl. She was Veela, and she turned into her other self, and the two guys threw some Galleons at her while looking very appreciative.

"Hey G, where you been?"

George looked into the waitresses face, and his breath caught. It was-

"This is Sally" G said introducing her.

George didn't say anything- this was his first time seeing her since he sent her on her path of whoring.

"Hello Handsome." She said simply looking at George.

"Hello… yourself." George said slowly.

"Don't be shy, Sally is cool." Grant said happily. "Two fire whiskeys, Sal"

"Got it." She said jotting down on the pad in her hand and walking away.

George watched her walk away.

"That's who you relax with?" George asked surprised.

"Yeah… she doesn't think much of herself you know? She used to let most guys do anything, and I do mean anything George, for a Knut. Only a Knut. But she got in here, and now she gets more than that. Otherwise she'd probably be dead."

George didn't say anything. Of course he knew she'd do anything for a Knut; he'd made sure of it. And then he remembered why, that she had tried to use him- and he calmed back down.

"So this is better for her is it?" George asked.

"Yeah, protection and the like. No more walking up and down Knockturn at night." Grant said.

George said nothing, but when she came back by with their drinks, he wanted to test the charm.

"So you like working here?" he asked her.

"Yeah… it's better than the streets." She replied.

"Ever tried to get a real job, the honest way?" he asked.

"Yeah… but I guess I wasn't really honest about it, I used to try and trick people out of their money, and then this came to me… I guess it makes sense. It's the easiest way for a witch to make money isn't it?" she said.

George only nodded, suddenly very proud of his spellwork. But he noticed Grant had tensed during the conversation, and decidedly left it alone.

The night was an interesting one. And even though there were moments when he really wanted to bugger someone, he knew he would never stoop to paying someone for a shag. And though he left G to be entertained with Sally, he couldn't help but want to find a way to release himself and so he headed for home wondering if he could Floo Verity.

But as fate would have it, the opportunity walked out after him. He turned to see who else had walked out and saw Tia.

"Following me?" George asked with is famous smile.

"No. My shift is over. So I'm going home." She replied as she stepped over to him with a smile of her own.

"So you don't stay there?"

"No. That's my aunt's place. I needed a job, and she was hiring."

"And how does she feel about her niece being in such an establishment?"

"My aunt lost her morals a long time ago, walking in Knockturn. And my parents were killed in the war, so I needed something to help finish paying off my house."

It was more of the war's casualties is all George thought.

"You have my sympathy." George said seriously.

"Thanks. What about you? Not staying with G?"

"No. I'm above paying for the act of a good shag." George replied.

"No man is above paying for sex. What makes you different?" She said.

"I think a better question is, whether you're above paying for sex?" George asked her leaning into her ear.

She stepped back from him.

"I don't need to pay for sex." Tia replied simply.

"Then that makes two of us." George replied stepping closer, still smiling at her.

"It was nice meeting you sir." She said trying to step away.

"Tell me if we're two people both above paying for sex, and we both want to have sex with each other… why aren't we having sex?" He said as he reached out to grab her wrist.

"And what makes you think I want to have sex with you?"

She hadn't pulled her wrist away and George could already feel his cock twitching.

"You're eyes. You're body language. And I can hear your heart beating for me, am I lying?" George said stepping closer to her.

Before she could answer he kissed her. They kissed like that for a few minutes before she stopped and started pulling him away.

"Where are you taking me?" George asked.

"Over here"

It was a little path that seemed to lead to a pretty open area, behind the club.

"It's the place for people who like to shag outdoors." Tia stated answering George's unasked question.

"Oh…"

George watched her push a button, by the back door of the building.

"There, now if anyone wants to come out here they'll know it's occupied." She said.

"Right…"

George had never shagged outside, but thoroughly enjoyed it. Even though she had pushed the button, he still had that feeling as if he were afraid of being caught. It had excited him in a good way. Though it might not have been his best session ever, but she didn't complain. In fact she seemed more than satisfied.

"Thanks." She said as she got her clothes together.

"No problem…"

It had happened so quick George hadn't thought of what to do in terms of covering his tracks. He could just Obliviate her completely but it's better to cover your tracks with something else.

"I'll see you around." She said.

"Wait…"

"Listen… I'm not a relationship person. So if you want one, I'm not the girl."

"What? Neither am I. I just-"

George hadn't expected that at all.

"Didn't want me to get the wrong idea? No worries guy. You don't even know my real name, and I don't know yours."

Her words reminded him of Jackie…

"True…" George heard himself say.

"So, like I said, see you around. I assume you liked the place, and that you'll be back, right?"

"Right…" George replied/

"Then maybe we'll do this again, or maybe we won't. Let's just leave it open."

And she disapparated.

A part of George was thoroughly concerned about letting her go with her memories, but she seemed quite honest. If worst came to worst, he'd just do it another time.

But worse didn't come to worse… it was two weeks later, and George and Grant had made it a bit of custom to visit The Midway- the club's name; on Friday nights. And Tia would just say hello, when she'd see him. Of course they'd shag at some point during the night, but she was still cool.

And George began to see the pull of having someone who did remember around, and had relaxed about Tia.

But something caught George's attention after he and Tia had shagged in one of the private rooms- George finally seeing that Tia was into the bondage thing- there were a bunch of men surrounding this one booth.

He'd seen the booth briefly before, but it would always be when he was walking some where with Tia to shag. But now they were done, and he had proper time to look. When he got closer he saw that all the men were foreign and couldn't speak much English. But if you couldn't get the gist of what they were saying from what they were seeing, then you would be idiot.

Two girls were thoroughly engaged in each other in a locked see through booth.

The men were pointing, and saying things that clearly meant they wished they could join them. George was beginning to feel the same way. I mean how often did one see two girls kiss the way they were kissing… and touching… and licking…

"Some sight hun?"

George turned to see G and Sally standing behind him.

"Yeah… Brilliant though." George added with a smirk.

"Yeah…" Grant added.

"I'm not enough for you now G?" Sally asked sounding annoyed.

"It's not even like that and you know it." Grant said realizing his slip.

"Whatever, I'll be upstairs whenever you're done fantasizing because those two never let anyone else in. I've seen wizards float trays full of Galleons in front of this door, and they won't go anywhere near it. Bunch of dumb cunts if you ask me."

And Sally walked off towards the private rooms.

"She'll be fine." Grant said watching Sally walk away.

"Of course." George replied not really paying attention.

"You think you'd ever have a chance with two women at the same time?"

"As far as I can tell, it just means more fun…"

George was imagining two witches fighting over him for sexual dominance… it made his cock twitch- and he'd just finish having sex.

He wasn't sure how long he stood there watching those witches go at it. They never seemed to need air. And he'd yet to see one of their faces because her back was always towards the door. He knew Grant had disappeared and reappeared after a long time and he was still standing there. The crowd had thinned now, and he was closer to the door.

"Still here? I must've left you at least a half hour ago." Grant said.

"I know, but I want to see this other girl's face, it's like she purposely won't turn around." George said.

"I've seen it, but that's only because I saw them once when they weren't entwined with each other. They were walking out of one of the private rooms." Grant explained.

"Good looking?" George quizzed.

"Yeah…"

Just then it happened, the girl turned around. And George gasped.

It was Janie. Janie who had buggered him senseless, so he made her afraid of men. And here she was, kissing a woman…

Janie caught eye contact with him, and she stopped kissing her lover. George watched her mouth his name. Her lover opened her eyes and looked at Janie. They spoke to each other.

The couple of people who had still been standing there, started drawing attention to this phenomenon to everyone else. And people started coming over to look at the witches who had finally stopped er… just stopped.

And then a naked Janie got up, and walked over to the see thru, fireproof, soundproof, hex proof, jinx proof door, and opened it.

"It's really you… come in…" she said with a smile.

George was memorized. Janie had to grab his wrist and pull him in. Everyone was so stuck, they didn't even move to join in. They even got out of his way as she pulled him in.

Janie sat down on the booth seat, and pulled George next to her. Her lover got up and moved to his other side.

"So you're the one that saved her?" her lover asked.

"Yeah… I did." He said trying to keep his cool.

"She said she left rudely, and always wished she thanked you properly." Her lover said.

"Her…"

George gulped, and wiped his forehead. The room was hot.

"Her safety was thanks enough." He managed to get out.

"How sweet. But she was thinking maybe you'd like to join us?" her lover asked.

"If you don't mind sharing that is" Janie added.

"Sharing is caring" George replied hardly believing his luck.

"Good" Janie said happily.

And her lover kissed him. Before he could try to continue, he felt Janie's hand pull his face towards hers and then Janie was kissing him.

And then he felt one hand reach for the button on his jeans. And another hand stroked his chest, through his shirt. It was when he felt the third hand on his face that he realized this was really happening.

He started to get into the kiss, and he let one of his hand caress a breast, he didn't know whose, but he hardly cared. They both continued grabbing his face and pulling him in for kisses, while the other would remove an article of clothing off his body.

"Nice" her lover said when he was naked and fully erect.

Before he could reply, Janie was kissing him again. Now he knew how all those witches felt when he'd shut them up with a kiss.

The whole experience was beyond what George had imagined in his mind earlier. Having four hands touching you, teasing you, and stroking you all at the same time is amazing. And having two tongues exploring you… well that was just indescribable. And while he was sure that each of them had enjoyed the shagging he'd given them, he was a lot more certain that they enjoyed shagging each other in front of him.

And when it was all done- or he was done (because they certainly weren't) and dressed again, Janie just simply walked him back to the door, and led him out with a simple kiss on the cheek.

"Thanks again" she said sweetly.

"You're…. Welcome" he said before the door closed.

He watched her go back to her lover, and start kissing as if nothing had happened. When he turned back around there was a crowd- less of a crowd then the start; of people looking at him.

"Er… hi"

He'd forgotten all about them, while he was in there. He wondered if it was an effect of the room, or an effect of a Ménage à Trois…

They started to clap. Some even whistled. And as he made his way past the people they clapped him on the back too.

George just smiled and nodded. He saw Grant sitting at a table on the side with Sally, he just grinned stupidly and nodded. He had no intention of hanging around after all that, he wanted remember this night in the peace of his own flat.

And as soon as he got out the door he took a deep breath.

"That was some show"

He turned to see Tia leaning against the wall outside.

"You liked?" he asked with his smirk sliding onto his face.

"Not my cup of tea." She replied.

"Too bad, one witch may never be enough now…" he said grinning.

"I think you'll live" she replied.

"Maybe…"

"See you around then." She said starting to leave.

"You're not jealous are you?" George asked feeling the hostility.

"No. That's not my cup of tea either."

She kept walking. George was suddenly tempted to pull his wand out and make that her cup of tea… but thought better of it and watched her disapparate with a crack.

The beginning of October continued George's streak of Good Luck. He didn't frequent the Midway as much, because every bloke in the place wanted him to a put a word in with the two witches.

And George tried to explain that he couldn't help them. Besides giving him a friendly glance if they noticed he was around, he had no chance to speak them. Plus, he was tired and sore the day after from that little affair, and though a part of him wished for a part two, he was actually satisfied with it.

Because it's not like there's anyone else who could the say the same as him, is there?

Tia seemed fine at first after that night, but began to be 'busy'. George didn't care, but figured he was going to have to adjust her feelings a bit when he got the chance. She didn't have to shag him, but he wanted to make sure, that she still liked him enough not to try and hurt him- or his rep. and business.

And he'd hung out with Alicia twice- the last time enjoying a long kiss on the lips before he left.

Business was still good- and even though it was still a bit off from Halloween, people were already trying to stock up for the night.

And he finally let Grant show him his bouncing ball of flatulence. It was quite good. But he still had some output problems on the gas smell. It was uncontrolled, most of the gas coming out on the first bounce.

"What I want the ball to do is leave a stench as it goes." Grant explained.

"Of course, that would be the better option." George agreed, "It would cover more ground that way. I mean one throw down a downhill surface could let it go like 25 to 30 feet. And if we could find a way to extend it somehow for pure rolling…"

"The distance is limitless…" Grant finished.

The two were both in their own little world when someone knocked on the shop door.

"Closed" both guys yelled.

The knocking persisted.

"I'll go see."

"You are the boss" Grant replied smiling.

George went to the door, and saw a witch at the door.

"We're closed miss."

"Please I just need to get my son a gift… he'll never forgive me if I forgot this one thing." She said.

"Miss, we've been closed a half hour already."

"I know, I know, but I'm desperate… I just got out of work, please." She pleaded.

George was always a sucker for a desperate witch and opened the door.

"Thank you sir. Thank you. He wants something called an Extendable Ear, and uh… a Canary Crème, does that sound right?" she asked a bit unsure.

"Yeah we have both of those things. Hey Grant, bring those for me." George yelled.

"No problem." Grant said getting up.

George looked at the witch. She looked very tired. Her brown hair looked lifeless and her skin paler than it was. As if she had the weight of the world on her shoulders.

"How old is your son?" George asked politely.

"Ten today."

"Good age." George replied with a smile.

"Yeah, and he's a good boy… he tries hard to be good, and to help me because it's just me and him, so I wanted to make sure for once I got him everything he asked for."

"You're a good mum, sounds like." George said.

"I try, I mean, everyone looks down at me because I'm so young, but I'm not ashamed of my son. I'm not ashamed of anything I ever did. And I won't start just because they don't like me." she said with conviction.

"And you shouldn't" George agreed.

"I'm sorry… I'm just rambling… as if you don't have enough worries."

George realized she was looking at his ear- or lack of one.

"Don't worry about that, I don't. I've got a business to run." George replied easily.

"A Business? You're one of the owners? One of the Weasley's? Goodness…" she said.

"It's nothing to be in awe about." George replied.

"Maybe not to you, but I don't often run across people like you. I clean for Muggles, and people look down on me, but its honest work, they have a lot less work than magical people, and they pay more." She said. "And I know a lot of people, but none of them have the decent reputation that your family has."

"Sounds like you need to know more people."

Grant came back with the items. And George bagged them up and gave it to her- throwing in a variety of other things too.

"I can't take all that." The lady said.

"Nonsense. And it's on the house too. Tell your son that George Weasley personally said happy birthday."

"Thank you" she said, smiling in happiness.

"You're welcome, now get home, I'm sure your son, is waiting for his mum."

The witch thanked him again, and left.

"You're a good guy George" Grant said.

"That Grant, is a matter of opinion." George replied.

Later that night, just as George was about to go to bed, he heard the ring of his doorbell. He was going to ignore it, but when it didn't stop, he went downstairs ready to hex whoever it was.

But it was the woman from earlier.

"You know, we really have to stop meeting like this." George told her with a smile.

"I'm sorry, but when I gave my son the items, he smiled like all his dreams came true. Of course I think his grandmother will kill me for letting him loose on her with some of those items, but he was really very happy. And when I told him that you had told him Happy Birthday, he made me promise to take you some birthday cake before he would go to bed."

George looked down as she presented him with a covered plate.

"It's Lemon. It's his favorite." She added with a blush.

"I like lemon." George said happily taking the plate.

"He'll be pleased to know." She said.

"Would you like to help me eat some of this?" George offered.

"No I couldn't, you were about to go to bed."

"And now I'm about to eat cake, come on." George said.

George led the witch to the counter and she sat in the seat that was still there from earlier. He took a bit of the cake.

"Delicious" he said smiling, "have some."

"I really don't need any more." She said.

But George kept the fork out with the piece of cake on it.

"I think if you don't eat the piece I won't be able to finish it and it will go to waist." He said pretending to look sad.

She smiled and ate the piece of cake off the fork. He watched her slide the cake off the fork, and a nasty thought occurred to him. And for once he tried to squash it, but-

"You know he gets his love of Lemon cake from me. I love it too. Do you mind?"

And George shook his head and watched her dip her finger into the frosting and lick it off. He couldn't help watching her lap the frosting up.

"So good" she breathed.

George kept his eyes glued to the cake after that. He had buggered Verity two days ago, he really didn't need to shag again…

"Look at me, I ate most of the cake." She said licking around her lips. "Did I get all of it?" she asked staring at George.

She had a spot of frosting just to the right of her lips.

"Just there" he said pointing.

"Did I get it?" she said still trying to lick for it with her tongue.

"No… I'll get it."

George reached out with a napkin to wipe the spot of frosting. And when he touched her face, she looked at him.

George knew that look- it was lust.

"Thank you" she said still staring at him.

"You're welcome."

And she leaned over the counter and kissed him. George tried to think of a perfectly good reason not to let this continue, but his cock was already starting to respond.

Screw it… or screw her.

George had gotten the cake, and eaten it too. But now there was the stomach ache. As she put her clothes back on. She no longer looked as happy as she did when she came in.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"No… it was great, my husband never even shagged me like that before he died, but… I feel bad, like I threw myself at you."

George didn't want to remind her that she did.

"It takes two… don't worry about it." George said.

"And what now?" she asked.

"That's it" George said.

He said that to judge the situation.

"Oh… right, of course you probably have someone else."

"No. I don't believe in cheating. But I'm at a time in my life where a one woman relationship isn't for me."

Or a one woman shag…

"Are you sure?" she asked.

This was trouble. George came up with a quick memory plan.

"Yeah, I am. You wouldn't want me anyways, trust me" he said.

"But-" she started.

George just shook his head. The witch- whose name he still didn't know; finally nodded and started to walk towards the door. And so he cast the charm. He erased the sex, even though she said she'd had a good time. He drew out there time of them eating cake, so there wouldn't be gap. The only thing she'd remember is eating the cake with him, and saying good night. And he made her feel good about it.

"Well good night" she said a bit oddly a moment later, her eyes looking dazed.

"Feeling okay?" he asked worriedly.

"Yeah… I feel like I can't remember something, but I really feel fine other wise."

"Just left over birthday feelings I'm sure. Have a good night Miss." He said.

"Oh, my name is Eleanor." She said.

"Then Good Night Eleanor."

A/N- Damn it George… a single mum? Have you no, decency? No morals?

I think it'd be in George's best interest not to answer that question… in case some type of lawyers appear looking for written proof…

But, I hope a 14 page chapter makes up for the wait. And please let me know what you think of Tia? Because she'll be around for the duration of the story. And any other comments about what happened to Sally and Janie, would be appreciated as well. Later Days. :)