Pranksters In Love

LadyLyn- the girls only THINK that sex will control them. They are underestimating the real strength that these Weasley boys have. Just wait and see. Everyone will be in for a surprise, including Luna and Pansy.

Pansy sat sipping her wine as she watched the candle light flitter across her husbands face. He really was quite handsome. They had a nice meal at Delavicci’s, a Wizarding Italian restaurant. She had never been here before, but always wanted to try it. Fred had said that the food was fantastic and that the atmosphere was great. He had been correct on both counts.

Starring at Fred’s features she found it hard to believe that she had married him today. After all, he was a Weasley. Never in her most wild of dreams did she ever visualize herself married to a Weasley. Sure, they were purebloods, but as her husband had so eloquently reminded her, they were blood traitors. Pansy wondered if any of that stuff mattered any longer. Lord Voldemort was dead, and most people just seemed to want to forget the war and move on with their lives. Maybe this marriage would be a good thing.

Fred could feel his wife’s eyes on him and tried to pretend that he didn’t. Just sitting here next to her was driving him to distraction. She was a very beautiful woman, and surprisingly entertaining. She had more of a brain than he expected, and she was update on all the Wizarding current events. She was also very sexy in her short black Muggle dress. He could see the swell of her breast peaking over the neckline and a distracting heart shaped locked rested just over them drawing your eyes straight to her cleavage. He couldn’t wait to get her home.

“So Mrs. Weasley, are you ready to go?” he asked with a smile.

“Very much so, Mr. Weasley,” she lightly teased. “You know, I think that I like my new name. Of course, I won’t really be Mrs. Weasley until you consummate this marriage.”

Fred licked his lips as he thought about consummation. He would show her a consummation once he got her to Weeping Willow Manor. Fred found it ironic that he grew up in a house that was full of children and love, but that they barely had two galleons to rub together and his wife on the other hand grew up alone with barely a nod of affection in her home with all the money she couldn’t possibly spend in several lifetimes. Now, because of his marriage to this woman he now owned his own Manor. Fred vowed then and there that he would do his best to show his wife what real love could be like and that money was not the answer to everything.

Taking his brides hand in his, he walked her out of the restaurant to the closest apparation point. Pulling her close to his body he popped them to their new home.


“Welcome, Master and Mistress,” the house elf said when they came in.

Fred looked at the elf who had a pillowcase wrapped around her body and a pink bow tied in the tuff of hair on her head. “What is your name?” Fred asked.

“This is Penny, dear. She has been in this house as long as I can remember. She is Mulchers daughter.” Pansy said with a bright smile. “Penny was my playmate when I would spend summers here as a child.”

Fred was surprised at the real affection that he heard in Pansy’s voice. It warmed his heart convincing him more that maybe Pansy wasn’t as bad as she portrayed herself to be.

“I have unpacked for you. Your rooms are all ready,” she said bowing.

Fred looked around the house. It was large and open. They were standing in the front foyer that opened on the left to a large sitting room and to the right there was a study. In front of them was a massive staircase and behind that a hallway that he couldn’t tell where it leaded to. “Shall you give me a tour, darling?” he asked.

Pansy smiled and took her husbands arm. She had always enjoyed her time in this house. Her parents usually sent her here for the entire summer while they didn’t generally show up until August. She had spent many happy days here with just Penny for company. “Come, we will start upstairs,” she said leading them towards the stairway. “There is a huge ballroom and several sitting rooms on the next floor.”

“So where is our bedroom?” he asked raising his eyebrows at her. He was only interested in a tour to their room. If he saw something on the way, great, if not, tomorrow would be better. He wanted to get his wife naked.

Pansy grinned. This was what she had been waiting for all day. “It this way,” she said rubbing her body seductively against his.

“That dress of your has been driving me crazy all night,” he told her with a demanding kiss.

“What dress?” she whispered as she made it disappear.

Fred gulped as his wife stood in front of him in nothing more than her bra, knickers, stockings and black spiked heels. “Your bra and knickers are driving me crazy too,” he said reaching for the hook on her back.

Pansy stepped back away from him. “Your robes need to go first,” she said pushing them off of her shoulders. “Mmm, much better. Perhaps we should get rid of this shirt also,” she said pulling it from the waistband of his trousers and unbuttoning the buttons that were down the front. She licked a bare nipple as the shirt fell to the floor. “I love the way you taste, husband.”

Fred closed his eyes in ecstasy. He loved the way his wife felt. Her hot, wet mouth on his chest was incredibly erotic. “Now this,” he said unhooking her bra. Her full breasts tumbled out into his hands. Groaning he kneaded them in his large hands rubbing his thumbs over the taunt nipples. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered taking one into his mouth.

Pansy leaned against the wall in ecstasy. Reaching for his belt she loosened it and pulled his pants down. He kicked them off and stood before her in his boxers. “I think that you are over dressed,” she said as she watched his cock make a tent out of them. She reached for and slid her hands into the waistband pulling them down and watching his throbbing member spring back up. “Nice,” she said with a grin.

“We need to remove these also,” he said ripping her thong from her body. They both stood in the hallway starring at each other’s naked bodies. “Pansy, I can’t wait any longer,” he said pushing her back against the wall and spreading her legs with his knees.

“Oh baby, take me now!” she demanded.

Reaching between her legs he found her pussy dripping with desire. Inserting his finger inside of her to open the way for his cock her heard her soft moan. “Now, Pansy, it has to be now,” he said slamming his cock inside of her hot heat. “Oh gods!” he cried. She was so hot, and so wet. He felt her body clench around his cock as he slip in and out. Slamming her against the wall harder with each thrust he could feel himself getting close.

“Oh Fred, I am going to cum!” she shouted. The tension was too much. Her breast rubbing roughly against the wood paneling on the wall and her slamming into her pussy so fast was more than she could take. She screamed his name as she came.

“Oh Fuck, Pansy!” he said as he felt her cum tightly around him. It was all it took to send him over the edge. He shot his seed deep inside of her with a loud, “Oh bloody hell!”

Fred held her a bit longer against the wall as the two of them stood there gasping. He felt her breathing start to return too normal as stepped back. He smiled when she turned to face him. “I guess you really are Mrs. Weasley now,” he told her as he gently kissed her forehead.

Smiling she said, “Lets continue this in our bed, husband.”


Luna stood and stretched. It had felt wonderful to be with Ronald today. After he left she had gone back to her sex book and read more. Now she wanted him to do these things to her. She wanted him to lick her most private areas. She wanted to feel him inside of her. She didn’t want to wait either. She also wanted to make sure that she was married first. She had always believed that you did not give yourself to a man without first being his wife. She had a plan to quickly rectify that.


“Daddy, I would like to get married tomorrow,” she told her father.

“Princess, you can’t marry today. We don’t have anything planned. I have always wanted to give you a big society wedding,” she was his only daughter and he wanted only the best for her.

“Yes, but I would prefer something quiet. Just Ronald and I, and you of course.”

“Don’t you think that Ronald would want his family there?” he asked.

“I can take care of Ronald, Daddy. Could you please set this up for the morning?”

“That’s awfully short notice, my dear. I suppose I could take to Cornelius Fudge. He does owe me after I kept the article about him and his Muggle lover out of the paper,” he said thoughtfully. “Consider it done, kitten.”

Luna smiled at her father. By this time tomorrow she would be Mrs. Ronald Weasley. She liked the sound of that. Perhaps for a honeymoon they could go searching for purple snortwiggle platakilts. That would be a lovely way to spend a honeymoon! Of course after she seduced Ronald first. Luna picked up her Muggle Victoria Secrets catalog and thought about what she would wear. Everything must be perfect, including her dress.


George snuck quietly back into the house. He knew that everyone would be asleep by now. He took his shoes off at the door and in his stocking feet he crept slowly up the stairs. He stopped in front of Hermione’s door. He really needed to talk to her about what had happened earlier that day. He reached for the door only to hear, “Don’t you day George Arthur Weasley!” come from behind him.

“Mum,” he groaned.

“Downstairs in the kitchen, now!” she whispered in a menacing voice.

Slowly taking a deep breath to calm his nerves he turned and followed his mother down the stairs. He was getting to old for these lectures.

“George I pray to Merlin that I never again see what I saw this afternoon. It was highly irresponsible and inappropriate of you to engage in that kind of behavior with Hermione in the living room! We could have had company show up, for God’s sake!”

“I am sorry, Mum. I promise you that it will not happen again.”

“Now George, I realize that you and Hermione are to be married, but the fact is your are not married yet. You cannot dishonor your bride that way. She deserves at least enough respect from you to wait until your wedding night. She is not some Diagon Alley floozy!”

“I know, Mum,” he said. He hoped that this wouldn’t go on much longer.

“I know that you are an adult now, George, but please try to remember that we all have to share this home and that as your mother I really don’t want to watch you engage in sexual activities. There are something’s that a mother never wants to know about her children.” She said with a shudder as she remembered the look of ecstasy on both of their young faces. “Go to bed now, George, in your own room.”

George hugged his mother and said, “Good night, Mum.”

He walked quietly up the stairs wondering if Hermione had gotten the same lecture from his mother. He hoped not. He knew that she would have been embarrassed beyond belief. He walked by her door very much wanting to enter but he continued on. He wouldn’t risk his mother’s rath again this night.

He went into his room to find Hermione standing there. “Dishonor me, George,” she said slipping her robe off of her shoulders and standing before him completely nude.