Pranksters In Love

Kay_Rage- I wouldn’t necessarily call it breaking Pansy, only putting her in her place a bit and Fred showing her he wasn’t going to put up with all of her nonsense. Trust me, Pansy is not down yet! As for Draco and Katie, Draco won’t sit back passively and let Katie get away with all of this anymore than Katie will put up with
Draco. You will be shocked to see what Katie does…

Kikiread- Fred and Pansy are going to be at it again soon…and Pansy’s father is in so much trouble! He may end up unexpectedly visiting his daughter and son-in-law!

BalconyxScene- Draco is going to get much more than he expected, and Katie is going to realize that Draco is not who she thought that he was…there will be a twist involved to get them to realize that they are where they are supposed to be!

Choticati- The wedding night will be very very eventful! Keep reading, and you will see!

Thank you everyone for the great reviews. I love all of the comments. It’s nice to know that what you are writing is being read and enjoyed!

George left the Parkinson Manor at the same time his mother and Hermione did. He had more than enough of Pansy and her mother for one day. He was being eaten up with guilt over the situation. He was going to be happy, and his brother was stuck with that heartless shrew. He knew his brother could hold his own with her, but he didn’t want him to have to even go through all of the turmoil at all. He wanted him to be happy and everything to just smoothly take place.

George was impressed with how his brother had handled the situation thus far, but he knew his twin well enough to know that he would only take so much nonsense before he exploded. He was afraid that if Pansy pushed him to far Fred would do something that was impossible to fix.

It was too late now to tell the truth about the drawing, and he had no idea what to do to rectify the situation. He felt like he had betrayed his brother by accepting the number when it was offered. At the time all he could think about was his own happiness. Was he such a selfish bastard that he could put his own feeling ahead of the one person who had always been there for him?

“George, could we talk?” Hermione asked breaking his thoughts.

“Mione!” he said jumping up, startled. He thought that she had gone up to her room to read. “Sure, sit down. What would you like to talk about?” He swallowed back his nervousness. He was always tongue tied when Hermione was around. He had been trying to avoid her because every time she got near him all he could think about was ripping her clothes off and shagging her senseless.

“I wanted to know how you felt about our engagement? Are you happy you picked my number?” she asked nervously.

“I was happy when I got your number,” he said wondering if it was a lie to not tell her the truth about the drawing. He wanted there to be complete honesty in their relationship and he wondered if it was wrong to pretend that he had drew her number fair and square or if he should fess up and tell her about the switch.

“Do you have feelings for me?” Hermione was still trying to process what everyone kept telling her and she figured it would be best to hear straight from George himself on what his feelings were.

“Of course I have feelings for you! I have known you for years! You are the best friend of both my brother and sister! You are a part of this family! How could I not have feelings for you?” George said avoiding what he knew was the real question.

“I know that you love me,” she said and then continued when she heard his startled gasp, “like a sister that is. I just was wondering if you felt anything else for me. Apparently not though.” So everyone else was wrong. George really didn’t have any romantic feelings towards her.

George took in a deep breath and tried to slow the beating of his heart. He felt his body temperature rise several degrees. He loved Hermione, and not like a sister as she thought, but he wasn’t ready to tell her that knowing that his feeling weren’t reciprocated. He knew that Hermione was attracted to him physically, but he sensed that was as far as her feeling went at this point. “Mione, how do you feel about me? I mean really feel?” he asked deciding that it was better to be direct about it.

Hermione studied her future husbands face trying to see if she would find the real question deep in his eyes. She felt that George was holding back and she wondered why. “I am very much attracted to you, and this surprises me. I have never thought of you as more than Ron and Ginny’s older brother. You and Fred have always just been around in the back ground somewhere. Honestly, I am glad that it was you and not Fred. I have a feeling that you and I are much better suited than I would have been with him. I find you witty and charming. I know that you are very intelligent, though you don’t use your intelligence to your full potential. “

“I see,” he said wondering if he had just been insulted.

Taking his hand in hers, she said, “I also love the feelings I have when I am in your arms. You make me feel alive,” she whispered.

George watched the faint blush creep up her neck. He swallowed back the lump in his throat and gently kissed her lips. He felt her pull his head in closer and demanded a more intimate kiss. Groaning he took her into his arms and gave her what she was really asking for.

Hermione felt her blood race through her veins. George might not be whom she had envisioned for the rest of her life as a spouse, but she knew that nobody else had ever make her body come alive this way. She ached between her legs as she felt his touch. He was driving her senseless with his kisses and she wanted so much more.

“Please,” she whispered to him.

Growling her name he reached his hand under her sweater. He almost came right that second when he felt her naked skin. She wasn’t wearing a bra. He grasped her erect nipple and gently pulled on it. He bent down and took her nipple into his mouth. He loved the way her skin smelled of fresh berries. He loved her sweet taste. He needed her so badly he could barely stand it. Leaning her back on the couch he took her other nipple into his mouth. When she again groaned is name it set him on fire.

Hermione felt wetness pool up between her legs. She hadn’t bothered putting on a bra or knickers when she got out of the shower. She had planned to just stay in her room for the rest of the night and read. She had then changed her mind and decided to seek George out. Moaning she opened her legs hinting to him that she wanted to feel his touch between her legs. She was wearing a long thin cotton skirt that would make it easy access for him.

George felt her body shift and immediately got the hint. Taking her lips again in another demanding kiss he reached down and slowly ran his hand up her warm thigh to the center of her sweetness. He felt his heart stop when he felt how wet she was for him. He curls were soaked with her desire. Gently rubbing her engorged clit with his thumb he inserted his finger into her wet heat. She was so hot and so wet that all he could think about was what it would feel like to be buried deep inside of her. He inserted a second finger and watched as she almost leapt off the sofa with desire.

Hermione could feel her body responding to George’s administrations. When she felt a second finger inside of her she almost came then and there. She moved her hips to meet each of his thrusts with his finger. She needed more. She needed him deeper inside her. She felt her wetness pool under her and she knew that she was about to explode.

“George, please,” she begged him.

“Mione,” he groaned as he lowered his head between her wet thighs.

“Oh god, George,” she moaned when she felt his hot breath between her legs. When his tongue thrust deep into her she exploded into his mouth. “George!” she screamed as she climaxed.

George lapped up every drop of her wetness as she climaxed into his mouth. He loved the musky scent and the sweet taste of her orgasm. He felt himself ready to explode. Reaching his hand to his pants he unbuttoned them and began to lower them over his hips. He needed her now more than he ever needed anything in his life.

“George Arthur Weasley!” his mother cried! Molly had heard Hermione scream out her son’s name and she came running not knowing what to expect. She was shocked to find her son with his head between the young witches legs.

George and Hermione instantly jumped apart. With a cry Hermione jumped up and ran from the room. She was totally mortified to have Molly walk in on them at that moment.

George stared in shock at his mother and then watched as Hermione ran from the room. It was then that he realized where he was. He had forgotten that he was in the middle of the living room. When Hermione screamed out his name, all he could think about was pounding his cock over and over inside of her. It didn’t occur to him that his mother would come running. Closing his eyes in disbelief he put his hands up to his face and groaned. He could still smell Hermione on his hands.


Fred sat on the edge of Pansy’s bed as he watched her order the house elves around. They were busy packing so that they could leave for their new home. Pansy was bossy and rude to the elves and Fred thought about saying something to her about it. He decided against it. He figured he would pick his battles with his new bride and hope that she would learn to be a better person. He felt that if she was out from under her mother’s household she might change.

Fred heard Pansy and her mother say almost exactly the same things and he figured Pansy said the things that she did more out of habit than out of a real desire to be cruel. He remember a cross-stitch that his mother had hanging on the bathroom wall when he was younger; “Children learn what the live”. Pansy spent her whole life as the pampered only daughter of a pureblood family. Of course she was going to be spoiled and willful.

He couldn’t wait to get her to their new home. He wanted to finish what they had started earlier that day. It had shocked Fred to realize that he was actually attracted to his wife. He knew that things were going to be difficult, but he was actually hopeful now. Quite possibly they could rub along all right together.

“Fred, dear, could you please hand me that robe next to you?” Pansy asked her husband. She was still in shock over the lovely things he had said to her earlier. Nobody had ever told her such wonderful things before. She wondered if her new husband was already in love with her.

Smiling, Fred handed her the asked for robe. “Here you, darling,” he said.

Standing up on her tiptoes Pansy kissed her husband lightly on the lips. “You are so sweet,” she said to him.

Fred grabbed his wife and pulled her tight to him. “I’ll show you sweet later, my dear,” he said as his lips crashed into hers for a heated kiss.

A loud pop entered Fred’s mind as he was kissing his wife and he pulled away to see who had interrupted.

“Master, your look alike is downstairs to see you,” Mulcher said bowing to Fred.

“My look alike?” he asked. “Oh, you mean George. Tell him I will be right down.”

“Yes, sir master,” and the elf popped away as quickly as he came.

“Pansy, finish packing and I will go and see what my brother wants. It must be something important for him to come now.”

“I hope that he doesn’t think that he can just pop in whenever he feels like. Especially if he thinks to bring his Mudblood wife with him,” she stated.

Fred saw red. “My brother will be welcome whenever he chooses to visit and you will have no say otherwise. Do you remember what I said would happen if you used that filthy term again?” he demanded backing his wife straight up to the wall.

Pansy gasped. She had forgotten about her husband’s aversion to that name. “I…” she started.

“We will finish this conversation later, Mrs. Weasley. I suggest that you finish packing and be reading within the hour. We will be leaving then whether or not you are ready. Do I make myself clear?” he growled at her.

“Yes,” she whimpered.