A/N- Merry Christmahanakwanzakuh! That's my way of saying happy holidays, lol. Here's the first of two updates- I hope…

Disclaimer- Santa did not bring me a contract with JK's signature handing over the rights to Harry Potter… oh well there's always next year. I don't own this…

Jerkish Thoughts

"George?"

"Yes Alicia?"

"Where's this going?"

"I believe it goes towards your house Alicia"

"George…"

George was walking Alicia to her flat, they'd just finished another good date. They were doing well. They spoke at least once a day, and had long kisses good bye. But he still wasn't ready to give up my other life of f- of freedom. He swears he was going to say freedom.

"I don't know… let it go where it goes naturally" George replied.

"I know, I know… but what are we at least?"

"What do you mean? We're friends." George said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"We're not just friends though, right? There's more to it than that right?"

"Of course…"

"Then let's make it official." Alicia stated.

"Official?"

"Yeah… just you and me…"

Shite. George tried to think quickly…

"It's already you and me" George said slowly.

"Yeah… but now its official, right?"

Think quick… time for a kiss… yes a kiss…

"George…" Alicia managed to get out as George snogged her, but she would never really get a chance to say more. Nor would she even remember what they were talking about.

Perfect. Isn't amazing what a good snog, can do?

"So she wants to be serious? Gonna do it?" Grant asked.

It was the next morning, and George and Grant were discussing the previous night's events.

"Yeah… but I'm not ready yet." George replied.

"Think you're still too young, right?"

"Not necessarily, my parents were married right out of school, I just like being a bachelor more."

"Then tell her that."

"Are you nuts Grant? She'll think I've been stringing her along for nothing." George said in a horrified sort of tone.

"Isn't that what it comes down to though?" Grant queried, looking at George expectantly.

"No… she's marriage material, she is. Just not right now. I just get this feeling every time I bed a new witch that I can't see me experiencing with the same witch over and over again."

"What about Tia?"

"Pfft… that was different…" George remarked easily.

"Not really."

"I don't have any attachment to her."

"But it still felt good though? Shagging her again, I mean?" Grant asked.

"Of course"

"Then imagine how good it'll feel when you're attached to the girl." Grant pointed out.

"I…" George started, but found he didn't have a response to finish.

"Yeah…"

Grant said nodding his head up and down with a smile, obviously glad that he had made George see reason.

"I have to think about this… you make a fair point. But in the mean time, I promised my little siblings I'd meet them in Hogsmeade for their first weekend, and that's today." George said quickly and got up to make a quick exit, before Grant could say anything else that made sense.

"The shop is in good hands, have a good time." He said with a smile watching George grab his stuff and leave.

"So really how's it been going with you all?" George asked them.

George was sitting in The Three Broomsticks with his little siblings and Harry and Hermione.

"Great. Little weird though." Ron said.

"Why's that?"

"Pansy" Ginny piped up.

Oh yeah… George had pretty much forgotten about her.

"What's she doing?"

"Annoying us." Ron said.

"Said she's trying to atone for her past" Ginny said.

"Guys, at least she's trying." Hermione said.

"You're only saying that because she's not practically throwing herself at your boyfriend." Ginny stated.

"She's not throwing herself at me" Harry said, though George noticed he started turning madly red.

"Humph"

George hadn't counted on this. He was sure he had done a good thing.

"Pawn her off on Draco" George said thinking that was a reasonable solution.

"Ha, she's become like this laughing stock of Slytherin." Ron said.

"It's terrible the way they treat her, honestly."

"Can't believe I'm saying this but I miss the old Pansy." Ron added.

"After everything she put you lot through, you can say that?" George asked mildly surprised..

"You don't really know how something will be until it happens, George." Ginny stated.

"Can we talk about something else?" Harry asked.

They changed the subject to something else, but George thought about Ginny's words on not knowing how something will be until it happens, and it reminded him of what Grant had said earlier. Could there be something more to having only one witch to bed… I mean of course there is George thought- people got married everyday, but would it really be worth it right now?

Soon they were all saying there good bye's and leaving back for the school, to get ready for the Halloween feast. George stayed to finish my drink, and then got up to go. As he walked out the door, someone bumped into him-

"Oh it's… not you."

George saw the familiar girl looked ready to murder him for a moment until she realized he wasn't whoever she thought he was.

"On the contrary it is me." George replied with a smirk

"I mean I thought you were your jerk of a brother."

"Ah… Lavender Brown, that's right"

"Too bad your brother doesn't remember my name." She huffed.
"I'm sensing a little hostility towards little Ronniekins"

She snorted with laughter.

"Ronniekins?"

"A name he loves for me to call him." George lied with a smile.

"I bet… he liked it when I called him Won Won" Lavender admitted.

George tried not to snicker at that. He'd have to use that the next time he saw Ron.

"What brings you in here now? Shouldn't you be headed back to the school?" George asked.

"I was, until I saw Ronniekins and Granger walking together. And then Pavarti left me to keep walking with Neville… all of a sudden she like loves him... but it's only because he's a hero."

"Ouch, everyone seems to have gotten your wand in a knot. Let me buy you a drink to relax?"

"Thanks."

They sat at the counter. George was about to order her a Butterbeer but-

"A Firewhiskey no ice" she said.

"Firewhiskey?" George said half impressed, half curious.

"I'm of age, and I could use a drink. I suppose you're familiar with the feeling."

George just nodded, and ordered a firewhiskey for himself as well. Rosemerta served their drinks, and Lavender downed half hers in one gulp.

"Take it easy" George said, though he was secretly getting more impressed with the girl by the minute.

"Easy? You wanna hear about easy? I made it easy for your brother… by now we'd probably be shagging like rabbits somewhere. But no… he'd rather be in the hallways begging Granger for a snog. Pathetic…"

She took another swig of her drink. George studied her for a moment, and realized the his interest just peaked as she mentioned shagging. But he couldn't shag another student, he thought- especially a current one. Could he? But she was practically begging for a good shag. And if she couldn't get one Weasley, why not another?

"I couldn't agree more" George said taking sip of his drink.

"You… you do?"

"Ron's always been a jerk. And don't get me wrong I like Hermione, but he's going to be aggravated for a long time dealing with her. I mean they shared their first kiss in the middle of a war… not very romantic."

George felt a bit bad by talking about them, but if the ends justified the means…

"Exactly what I've been saying… but no one listens to me"

"I'm listening."

George watched Lavender look into his 'understanding' eyes, and he knew he had her.

"So you are…" she replied giving George a small smile.

"Listen how about you let me walk you back to Hogwarts?"

"Ok"

She downed the rest of her drink and started to make her way out of the bar.

"Make sure she's safe George" Rosemerta said to him.

"Don't worry she'll be fine." George replied.

George helped escort her to the castle, listening to her vent her frustrations, while he lent a sympathetic ear.

"Wish you were in my year Lav," he stated playing the role of understanding friend, "I mean you're a great girl. We could've been good together, if I were paying attention then…"

"Does that mean you're paying attention now?" Lavender asked, sounding hopeful.

"A bit… I mean… you probably think I'm too old…" George said playing bashful.

"I think I like older men… much mature then the ones my age…" Lavender said looking into George's eyes, a bit wantonly.

George knew she was eating up everything he threw at her. But it was then that Filch appeared in the horizon… perfect actually.

"I wish we could spend more time together… while you're out of the castle that is…" George said wistfully.

"I do too… but once Filch lets me in they'll be no getting back out…"

"What if I could get you back in?" George asked sounding not too eager.

"But how?"

"Leave that to me"

George let Filch see Lavender and check her off his return list, before casting a memory charm on the geezer. He then sent off a Decoy Detonator down the hallway while Filch was still a bit dazed. As Filch walked off to check what the noise was George implanted a memory of him locking the school doors, while he walked away.

"What did you do?" Lavender asked in awe.

"Tricks of the trade… now come on, let's find some place warm to get to know each other better."

"Alright…" she answered happily.

George knew Madame Puddifoot's had some rooms in case all that snogging led to something more, and easily talked one of the patron's into letting him have one with a few Galleons in his hand- the Patron even threw in a bottle of Firewhiskey.

"Wow… why are we upstairs?" Lavender asked, and George saw the first bit of skepticism in here eyes.

"Because if anyone saw you still out of Hogwarts they'd tell McGonagall… and that'd ruin our talking." George answered as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Oh yeah…" she said going back to looking relaxed.

George continued talking with Lavender while they drank.

"The feast is probably about to start… they're probably worried loads about me."

"Of course they are… but you're here having a good time, right?" George asked.

Though by the way she had shed all her outerwear, and had unbuttoned the first four layers of her sweater, he already knew at the very least, she was comfortable.

"Yeah, I haven't had this much fun, since your brother broke up with me." she said looking a bit put out, but not as put out as she had in the beginning.

"So I gathered."

George was a bit tired of her, going on about Ron, school, more Pansy tales, Ron… and wondered if it would even be worth it. Lavender caught a bit of the face George made and said-

"I'm sorry… I like you better than him George… you wouldn't just snog me senseless and leave me, would you?" Lavender asked looking at George, in almost a pleading sort of way.

Seeing a gateway, George quickly pulled Lavender in for a kiss and pulled away moments later.

"Do you see me leaving?" he said with a smile.

Lavender smiled then practically threw herself at George. And with the effects of the alcohol in her system, she thought she'd finally found the perfect Weasley.

So when George's hand started to sneak its way into her pants, she let it. And when he rubbed her in a way she's never been rubbed- making her feel really good, she let him do that too. And when he promised it would be worth it… she believed him.

George wanted to go another round, even though she passed out at some point during the first round. But he knew he had to get her back into the school before the feast was done- so he dressed her back up.

And then it was time for the charm… he'd obviously need to make it seem as if they hadn't just shagged and still hadn't done anything more than talk and drink. And he knew she'd have plenty of feel good feelings for him anyways (as demonstrated by Verity) so he'd need to place her feel good feelings for him someplace else as well… or rather someone else…

A wicked Grin crossed his face. Pansy. Lavender would have someone to vent her thoughts and frustrations too- Pansy, someone who is quite desperate to have some one trust her. It was perfect.

And that's what he did.

A week later when Ron wrote to tell him that Pansy and Lavender had suddenly become really close, he just grinned. His first smile in a week.

George had been avoiding Alicia because he knew that she would really want to discuss their relationship. No matter how he tried to word it, being honest just sounded stupid:

'I don't want to be monogamous because I enjoy shagging multiple witches- and sometimes at the same time.'

No, just didn't sound good.

And all the lies he came up with, just made it seem like he was commitment phobic, and that wasn't true… he knew he wanted her, just not now. He could be committed when he was done being a bachelor, and not a witch too soon in his opinion.

So imagine George's surprise when he had walked into The Leaky Cauldron for a late lunch and saw Alicia… sitting with another guy.

"Good afternoon" he said taking a seat next to her at the bar.

"George… nice to see you" Alicia said surprised and clearly nervous.

"Is it?" George quizzed lightly, but their was a dark tone in his voice.

"I know you, you own the joke shop, great store that is." The guy said happily.

"Yes that's me… jokester… never takes things seriously… even when I think I should…" George said giving Alicia a knowing look.

"George…" Alicia started.

"Don't let me interrupt your lunch date, I just stopped in to see if one of my friends was here, but obviously they're not, so I'll be on my way." George said walking away.

"Don't you hate being stood up?" the guy said shaking his head.

George just nodded, and turned and left.

"You didn't give her a chance to explain."

"Explain what? That she was seeing other people?"

"So were you"

"But it's different when it's me."

"So it's ok for you, and not her?"

"Exactly." George declared.

"That's not fair."

"But she was the one who wanted us to define the relationship. To be official." George remarked.

"And you've been avoiding her, maybe she came to her own conclusion."

"And how long has she been seeing this guy?" George asked ignoring Grant's explanation.

"How long have you been shagging random witches?" Grant asked in return.

"Again Grant, this is not about me. I didn't start this." George stated.

"Then why is it bothering you?" Grant asked, and then answered it, "Because she isn't sitting around pining for you, that's why."

"She didn't have to pine, but she shouldn't be out shagging other blokes."

"And how do you know she's shagging him?" Grant asked.

"She isn't shagging me… so it must be someone else." George reasoned.

"Not all witches need to shag."

"Yeah right… they all need to; you just have to remind them." George stated moodily.

George was too caught up in his own feelings, that he didn't realized how he may sound to someone else. And Grant was staring at him in quite the surprise.

"That's… that's wow… you really feel that way?"

"What's bad about it?" George asked.

"Witches are more than objects to be shagged, you do know that right?"

George realized that by Grant's tones, he may have come of sounding like a right jerk. So he tried his best to play it off.

"Of course I know that…"

"Doesn't seem like it from the way you're talking." Grant maintained in that uncertain voice.

"I need air…"

George rose up from behind the counter.

"You staying here?" George asked Grant.

The store was already closed, and he wanted to know if he should lock the shop.

"Nah, I'm going to go see Sally." He said grabbing his coat.

"Do you like her or something?" George asked.

"A bit… but she's still got it stuck in her brain that that's the life she deserves…"

George didn't say anything. He watched Grant walk out of the door. He grabbed his own coat and opened the door, but Verity was walking right towards the door. Good, George thought, he could use a couple of rounds right now.

George was mad… and he took it out on Verity. Rough sex wasn't something he'd ever thought about often (save for Tia), but it had its advantages. Verity was tired out and sore after two rounds. But he still had energy to spare. So he fucked her arse too- not roughly though.

She was currently sleeping on his bed. She'd been sleeping since the last round ended 20 minutes ago, but he wasn't sated. His anger was feeding his urge to have sex. He was already beginning to rise to the occasion again.

"Verity" he said walking over to the bed and shaking her.

Nothing escaped her but a snore as her mouth opened. She was knocked out.

"Shite" George yelled out loud.

But then he looked at her open mouth and wondered…

George straddled her face and slowly slid his cock into her mouth…

"You look tired, late night?" Grant asked.

After George had sated himself, he had to apparate Verity back to her apartment. He was so tired he didn't even bother to dress her. He just covered her in his sheet and disapparated. Luckily her landlord trusted him because of him being a war hero and what not and he let him into Verity's apartment. He just threw her on her bed.

He didn't erase the night completely… he tweaked her memory so that the sex they'd had was a dream. A sort of dream come true that she had enjoyed. Immensely enjoyed. He was still letting his anger rile him, and in a fit of lust had decided he wanted Verity begging him for sex all the time.

And then using Legilimency he found a day when she'd come home tired from work and just fell into bed, he made that her memory and added stripping naked to it so that when she awoke she'd think she'd fell asleep naked. He wasn't sure if she ever really did such a thing, but she would remember it that way.

Then he knocked on her landlord's door under the pretense of thanking him for letting him in, and erased any memory of the event.

"Yeah… real late…" George replied shiftily.

"Who was it this time?" Grant asked knowing George.

"Just some random…" George lied.

"Feel better about yourself?" Grant asked.

"No…"

And it was the truth. It was the first time he woke up and wished he'd obliviated his own memories… George's thoughts were eating at him:

Had he really take advantage of Verity like that while she was sleeping? What the hell was the matter with him?

"Talk to Alicia" Grant said.

No, not him… Alicia. She was the reason for all that aggression. That's it. Not him. There was nothing wrong with himself. Nothing.

"Maybe I will… but not till I calm down a little."

"Well I hope that's now, because she just walked in."

George looked up to see Alicia walk in.

"Can we talk in private?" she asked.

"Fine"

George took her up to the flat, luckily there wasn't much to clean, all his sheets were balled in a corner.

"It isn't what you think" she said immediately.

"It's alright, you were clearly just trying to get it good." George said his anger rising.

"No George I wasn't. I used to talk to him, I admit it, but I broke up with him the day before I asked you to become official."

"So that makes it better? You were seeing two guys at once still"

"And you weren't seeing anyone then?"

"No"

George barked angrily. Alicia looked taken aback at his sudden tone, and had flinched.

"I'm sorry if it hurt you to see us together yesterday, but we were just having lunch."

"It starts with lunch."

"What starts with Lunch?" Alicia asked.

"Everything." George muttered.

"You need to calm down George." Alicia said simply, "Besides… you were avoiding me, I thought you were getting commitment shy."

"I'm not commitment shy… you could be the one…" George said seriously.

Alicia gasped.

"You're just saying that." She accused.

"No… I'm not. And that's what's sad."

George was laying it on thick.

"Then why avoid me?" Alicia asked.

"I wasn't avoiding you, I've just been busy. I'll admit that night, I dodged the question, but I went to go see my siblings, Halloween came, I'm working on new jokes… it was just a hectic week."

"George…" Alicia stated apprehensively.

"Forget it… maybe we just need some space for a while… just a moment for me to cool off…" George said.

"If… if you really want that…" Alicia stated, clearly surprised by his words.

"Not a long break… just a short one… I'll Owl you for Lunch or something, ok?" George asked seeming more calm.

"Ok George… I understand."

She left without another word. George watched her leave and felt a pang in his heart. He didn't like it, but it would be better for now. Now he could still do what he wanted, and not have to worry about Alicia… he hoped.

A/N- Poor Lavender, done wrong by another Weasley male. I won't even talk about what he did to Verity…

Hopefully another update coming soon.