Pranksters In Love

George did what he always did when his mother was on the warpath. He ran fast out of her way. As usual, he also ran straight to his brother. Even though George was the older twin by seven minutes, Fred was the protector of the two. George knew that he could always hide behind Fred.

“Hey bro, what’s wrong?” he could tell by the look on his brothers face that something was up.

“Mum is going to crucify me!” he cried.

“What did you do this time? Hex Ginny or turn Ron into a rat? That was so funny the last time you did that!” Fred said with a laugh.

George didn’t think it was quite as funny as his brother did. His mother sent howlers to him every hour on the hour for the week that it took Ron to return to normal. His ears were still ringing from that episode. “Worse!” he said trying to think if his mother would send him howlers because of this.

Fred looked at his distraught brother. How bad could it possibly be? “So spill it, what did you do this time?”

“I almost fucked Hermione on the living room sofa, and Mum walked in with my face buried between her thighs just as she screamed my name while she came!”

Fred looked at his older brother in disbelief. “Mum saw that?” he asked stunned.

George nodded his head. “Yeah,”

Fred didn’t know if he should laugh or hide his brother in Bulgaria somewhere. He decided that he couldn’t control it anymore and started to laugh. He laughed so hard he had to double over in pain. The more he watched his brother’s sick face the harder he laughed. He was afraid he would wet his pants. “I would have paid every galleon I have to have seen her face,” he said as tears of laughter spilled down his face.

George shook his head. He should have known his brother would react this way. He was hoping for a bit of sympathy and instead he got laughed at. Not that he could blame his twin; he would be doing the same thing if the situation were reversed. “Thank you for being here to laugh at me, Fred. I knew I could count on you to be supportive.” George said standing.

“No, no, wait! I didn’t mean to laugh at you!” he said as he continued to laugh. He could just imagine Hermione lying on the couch with her legs spread open in all her glory with his brother’s face buried between her thighs. He could also just see the look on his mother’s horrified face. It was just too good!

George shook his head in disgust at his laughing brother and popped out of the Manor.

Fred was still laughing when Pansy walked in the room. “What’s so funny?” she demanded.

“My brother. Are you ready to go?”

Pansy was relieved that her new husband seemed to be in a better mood. She honestly hadn’t meant to call Granger a Mudblood again, it had just slipped out. She hoped that Fred would forget by the time they got to Weeping Willow Manor and settled in. “I am finished packing and the house elves have moved everything to the Manor. They will have everything ready there by the time we arrive. I thought that perhaps we could go for dinner to celebrate our marriage,” she said with a smile.

“That sounds like a great idea. I would like to stop by Harry’s house first and see my mother. There was a little incident earlier and I want to make sure everyone is ok.” What he really wanted to do was see how his mother was handling it and if she had mellowed any yet. If so, he knew exactly how to stir the pot and get her going again!

Pansy thought this was an awful idea, but she bit her tongue. She didn’t want to upset him again. In fact, she thought that maybe a little niceness would go a long way. “That sounds great, dear. I am looking forward to seeing your family again.”

Fred looked at her with raised eyebrows. He hadn’t forgotten her earlier comments and wondered what she was up to. “You don’t have to pretend to like my family, Pansy. All I ask from you is just show them a little common courtesy.”

Pansy nodded her head and smiled. “I promise to be on my very best behavior.”

God help him, Fred thought to himself. “Lets go then,” he said instead.


Molly still was in shock. She wandered from room to room straightening up. When she needed to think she would clean. It was the best form of stress relief as far as she was concerned. George snuck off before she could really let him have it, and Hermione hadn’t shown her face again. She couldn’t believe what she walked in on. She never would have expected something like that from Hermione. The girl was just lying there with her legs spread open on the sofa for the entire world to see. And her son! He had his face buried between her legs! If she hadn’t of seen the bright red hair she wouldn’t have know who was there!

She hadn’t even realized that George and Hermione had progressed to any sort of relationship. Last she knew George was still pretending he didn’t know Hermione existed and Hermione was still oblivious to everything around her that didn’t concern Harry or Ron and Ginny. With the dark lord defeated, Hermione had pretty much gone back to being a recluse with her nose buried in one book after another. Today was sure an eye opener for Molly.

First Fred’s impromptu wedding to the Parkinson chit and then George and Hermione. What the bloody hell were they thinking! Couldn’t they have at least gone off to a bedroom where Molly didn’t have to have the scene of the two of them on the sofa play across her mind for the rest of her life? She had never wanted to know of any of her children’s sex lives, let alone see one up close and personal, thank you very much!

Molly heard some noise at the front door and she went to see if the coward had returned yet. Not that she thought he would be stupid enough to let her know that he was home.

“Hey Mum,” Fred said kissing his mothers cheek.

“Hello Mrs. Weasley, it’s nice to see you again,” Pansy said with a smile.

Molly was shocked. Was this the same Pansy that was shooting fire from her mouth earlier today? “Hello dears,” she said wondering what was going on.

“Quiet around here tonight, isn’t it?” Fred asked with a smile. He was just waiting to get his mother going.

Molly scowled at her son. He must have talked to George. “I know what you are up to Frederick Alastair Weasley, and it is not going to work!” she said with her hand on her hips.

“What are you talking about, mother?” he asked in wide eyes innocence. “We just stopped by on our way to dinner to tell everyone that we are going to settle into our new home tonight so that everyone would know where we were, right dear?” he said putting an arm around his wife.

Pansy tried not to smirk. This one should have been a Slytherin. “That’s right Mrs., Weasley, we wouldn’t want to worry anyone,” she said playing along with her husband. Life with Fred was not going to be dull!

Molly looked at the two of them with the evil eye. These two were already thick as thieves and she would eat Arthur’s dirty socks before she believed their pretended ignorance.

Fred smiled at his mother. “I think we’ll go sit on the sofa and wait for the others to arrive, Mum. I heard that it is quite comfortable.” He said with a deadpan voice.

“Fred!” she screeched as her son grabbed his new wife and apparated them out of the house before his mother could strangle him.

Leave it to that one to stir the pot! Molly thought as she thought of all the ways that she should have killed her twins before they became adults.


Hermione sat on the corner of Ginny’s bed. She was still mortified at being caught by Molly earlier. Her stomach grumbled and she wished that she could sneak into the kitchen for a snack. There was no way she would chance running into Molly though. Ginny and Harry had both tried to sneak her something earlier and Molly refused to let them leave the kitchen with anything saying that if Hermione was hungry she could come down and get something herself.

“I would have loved to be a fly on the wall when Molly caught you two,” Harry said laughing.

“Mum is furious with the two of you,” Ginny added also laughing.

“I don’t even know how it happened. I went to talk to George, and the next thing I knew I was flat on my back and the man was about to shag me!” She only knew that George stirred her like no other had ever done.

“I must say, it was a bit out of character for you, Mione.” Harry said. “It’s more like something Ginny and I would do,” he said teasing his wife.

“Harry! I would never be dumb enough to do something like that where mum would see me!” she said slapping him playfully on his arm.

“I can’t believe I did either. I just completely forgot where we were. When George touches me, I loose all conscience thoughts. I don’t know how I am going to look your mother in the eye again! I don’t know how I am going to look George in the eye. Talk about awkward!”

“So has anyone seen Ron today?” Harry asked. “I haven’t seen him all day.”

“You know, come to think of it neither have I.” Hermione said. In the confusion of the day she had completely forgotten about him.

“Last I heard, he was going to go see Luna about making wedding arrangements.” Ginny said.

The three of them looked at each other and smiled. It was no wonder he had been gone for the day. It was impossible to have a quick conversation with Luna.


Ron had spent his entire day trying to make sense of Loony. Every time he tried to ask her a question she responded with such gibberish nonsense that he just ended up frustrated. He thought that he would try one last time.

“Luna,” he said in a very slow voice drawing out every syllable. “We need to discuss the wedding date and the party that my mother wants to have.”

“But Ronald, haven’t we been doing that all day long?” she asked.

Ronald exploded, “No, we haven’t been! You have talked about the red eyed snorftail, the green haired razorfeather, the orange skinned flickerwick and god only knows what else, but not once have you even answered on of my bloody questions regarding our wedding! Do you have any brain cells in that confused mind of yours?” he demanded. “Never have I ever had to talk with an insane lunatic like you! I can’t believe that I have to spend the rest of my life living with a witch who can’t even have a normal conversation!” he stormed.

Luna stared at the enraged wizard. She had wondered how long it would take to make him loose his temper and she was pleasantly surprised that it had taken most of the day. She had heard of the legendary Weasley temper, and that had her a bit concerned. She felt better now. If he could spend the entire day with her spouting all of the nonsense that she did without blowing up he would probably be safe to live with. “You know Ronald, I think that you sound upset. Perhaps you need a kiss to make you feel better?” she asked putting her hand gently on his cheek.

Ron’s eyes bulged out of his head. The crazy witch thought that a kiss from her would make him feel better? She needed to be committed straight to St. Mungo’s! A kiss from her would probably make him break out from head to toe in hives! “I don’t need a kiss!” he shrieked at her.

“Oh Ronald,” she started.

“And stop calling me Ronald!” he demanded. “Only my Mum calls me that!”

Luna smiled at him. He really was quite adorable when his skin turned as red as his hair. The only thing on him not bright red were his blue eyes. Perhaps he could use glamour and turn them red to match. She thought that he would look quite sexy that way. Putting her hands around the back of his neck she pulled his head to hers. “I need a kiss, Ronald,” she whispered.

Without thinking about it, Ron quickly pressed his lips to hers. He just wanted to get away from her. Luna wasn’t having anything to do with that though. She pressed her lips firmly against his and ran her tongue over his tightly pressed lips. The surprise contact made Ron open his mouth and Luna pressed on. She pushed him with her body against the wall as her mouth assaulted his.

Her hand gently rubbed the back of his neck in soothing motions and Ron felt himself relax into her kiss. He put his arm around her waist and pulled her closer to him. Luna lowered her hand and rubbed it across his muscled chest. She thought that he felt wonderful. She could feel that he had hair on his chest through his shirt. She wanted to see it. Pulling at the hem of his shirt she raised it up over his head.

“Luna!” Ron said in shock. “What are you doing?”

“I want to see you, Ronald,” she said gazing at his well-defined chest muscles. She loved the way his red hair covered his body. It made her hot just looking at him. “You make me wet, Ronald,” she whispered in his ear.

Ron gulped. Did he just hear what he thought he did? He felt her hand rubbing down the front of his trousers to his surprisingly hard errection. Was he really hard? Was this really Luna in his arms? He felt his button come undone and felt a warm hand grab his throbbing member. He groaned out loud at the contact.

Luna was very happy with this man’s body. She had never actually seen or felt a man before today, but she had read about it and had been curious. She also liked the tingly feeling that he left on her skin. She had read the expression, “You make me wet” in a book and tried it on Ron to see what he would do. She was pleased that he seemed to respond to it. There was one other thing that she had read in a book that she had wanted to try also.

Pulling Ron’s trousers down along with his boxers Luna kneeled down in front of him. Looking up into his eyes she smiled. “I am going to fuck you with my mouth, Ronald,” she said to him.

“Oh gods!” he exclaimed as he watched her take his throbbing cock into her mouth. He watched as she took him in and out and in and out over and over. She felt her small hand reach under him and cup his balls and gently squeeze. He groaned at the exquisite feeling of her hands and mouth on his body. She sucked and he felt her tighten the pressure with her mouth. It was incredible. Up and down her head went as her hands moved in the same rhythm on his sack. “Luna,” he cried knowing he wouldn’t last much longer.

“I want to taste you, Ronald. Come in my mouth,” she demanded. She had read several different accounts on what a mans essence had tasted like and she wanted to taste Ron. She could feel that she really was getting wet between her legs and it startled her. That had never happened before. She felt Ron’s penis start to throb and felt him clutch her shoulders tighter.

“Oh Gods Luna!” he moaned as he filled her willing mouth with his hot cum.

Luna tasted his seed pour into her mouth and she loved it. It was incredible to know that she had brought him to this. She figured she now knew how to control Ronald.