Pranksters In Love

George’s mouth dropped open in shock. “Hermione,” he gasped. All thoughts of what his mother was going to do to him flew straight out the window the second he saw her pert nipples jutting out in his face and her nest of red curls between her thighs. She stood there provocatively waiting for him to make a move.

“Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to come dishonor me?” she asked trying not to giggled. She had gone downstairs to grab a bite to eat and heard Molly’s lecture. She did not envy George a bit and had felt quite sorry for him.

“Oh god’s Mione, please,” he begged as he pulled her into his arms. He needed her so badly. He drove his pelvis into her warm belly showing her what she did to him. His hard shaft was begging for contact with her and it was all he could do not to throw her straight onto the bed and fuck her until her screams brought the entire house down around them.

“Do you want me?” she asked taking his tongue between her teeth and sucking.

“Aaahhh,” he groaned.

“Do you feel what you have done to me, George Weasley?” she asked grinding her body against his and enjoying the feeling of his hard cock.

“Mione,” he gasped. He couldn’t seem to get out more than one word at a time.

“Feel me, George. My pussy is just dripping with desire for you,” she said guiding her hand to her wet femininity.

“Oh god help me,” he prayed as he felt her wetness on his fingers. He thrust them deeper inside of her listening to the slick sound that his hand made against her.

“Oh now you don’t, George,” she said pulling his hand away. “This time it is my turn to make you scream,” she said going straight for his waistband. She pulled his trouser down around his ankles and took his hot cock into her hands. She rubbed up and down and then reached under for his balls. Pushing herself further between his legs she took his tight sac into her mouth and ran her tongue all around his balls.

“Mione,” he gasped. He had never felt that trick before.

“Do you like this, George?” she asked.

He squeezed his eyes closed and nodded. He did not want her to stop.

She licked her tongue up the underside of his cock and around the head and back down again. She flicked her tongue around his seeping head and took him deep into her mouth as far as she could. Feeling him deep in her throat she again cupped his sac with her hand and swallowed as she lightly kneaded them. She moved her head up and down keeping a tight suction on his cock.

He was dying and he knew it. He couldn’t breath and he felt his heart race. He had no conscience thoughts left. All he could think about was coming deep into her mouth. He felt his cock throb and tried to prolong the feeling but he just couldn’t hold on any longer. “Mione,” he gasped as he shot his hot load deep down her throat.

The door flew open and Hermione heard a gasp. “Not again!” she heard Molly screech. Hermione pulled back and let George’s penis fall from her mouth. She went to run out the door again and Molly grabbed her arm.

“Not this time, missy!” she slammed the door shut and stood there with her hands on her hips carefully looking only at the faces of the two naked young adults. She had felt bad about the lecture to George and came to apologize and this time instead of seeing George between Hermione’s legs it was the other way around. She was almost speechless.

Almost. “How could you two?” she demanded. “How could you? Wasn’t this morning enough for you? I have seen more today than a mother ever wants to see in an entire lifetime! Immediately get dressed both of you! We are going to settle this immediately right this minute!” she screamed. “Downstairs in five minutes and don’t you dare keep me waiting a second longer!”

Hermione stared at the door the Molly just slammed. “Oh god’s, George. How does this keep happening?” she was absolutely mortified.

“I really hope that you didn’t want any children, Mione, because I think my mother is about to castrate me,” he said putting his clothes on.

“I have to get some clothes, I’ll meet you downstairs,” she said.

“Hermione, I am so sorry that I keep doing this to you,” he told her with a strong hug.

Smiling she said, “I think that this time I asked you for it.”

George watched her leave and smiled. He was about to be hexed by his angry mother and all he could think about was how much he loved this witch. He had bought her a ring this day while he was out hiding from his mother.

He had wanted to propose to Hermione in a proper way. He wondered if she would ever see the ring that he had tucked away in his trouser pockets. It was a beautiful ring that reminded him of Hermione. It was set in a white gold band with an amber stone in the middle almost the color of her eyes that was surrounded by diamonds. He knew that she would love it.


Molly threw some floo powder into the fireplace and shouted “Minerva McGonagall”. She was going to end this nonsense once and for all. The two obviously couldn’t keep their hands, or more likely their mouths, off of each other.

“Molly! What can I do for you?” Minerva asked.

“Minnie, I am sorry to bother you so late at night, but I have a bit of a problem. Could you come over immediately?” she asked.

“I will be right there, Molly.” Minerva wondered what was going on at the headquarters. Last she had known everything was fine. Changing into her robes she floo’d to Number 12 Grimwauld Place.


George was already sitting on the couch when Hermione walked in. He smiled when he saw her. He patted the cushion next to him and she sat down. She saw Ms. McGonagall standing in the corner talking to Molly. “What’s going on?” she whispered to him.

“I don’t know. They were at in when I walked in.”

Both women turned as one and glared at the younger couple. Hermione and George immediately quit whispering and sat up straighter.

Minerva turned to look at Molly and shook her head in agreement. “I must say Miss Granger, I am very disappointed in your behavior today. I would have expected more from you. Mr. Weasley, I am sorry to say that this is exactly what I would have expected from you,” she said glaring at both of them. “However, Miss Granger obviously didn’t put up any protest considering the scene that your mother just walked in on.”

Hermione groaned and put her face in her hands. She couldn’t believe that Mrs. Weasley had told Ms. McGonagall. How horrifying was that?

“We have decided that in regards to your behavior you have two choices. You can either marry tonight, or we will separate you until the wedding day. You have a choice, and be happy that we are even giving you a choice,” she said crossing her hands over her chest.

Hermione gasped. This was the last thing that she had expected. “Tonight?” she whispered. How could they possibly get married tonight? She hadn’t even told her parents about being engaged yet!

George inwardly groaned. If he had his choice he would marry the sexy little witch and have her back upstairs in his room faster than either of them could say “Quidditch”, but he had a feeling that Hermione wasn’t quite ready to marry yet. The thought of being separated from her for the next month was a depressing though.

Hermione looked at George. She was starting to like being around him and really didn’t want to be separated from him for a month. On the other hand, she wasn’t wanting to marry that night either. She had always envisioned a large Muggle style wedding with a white Cinderella ball gown and her father giving her away. On the other hand, she was marrying a wizard and wouldn’t have a wedding like that anyway. Perhaps it might just be better to get it over with now. She could always tell her parents after the fact. She knew that they would be hurt, but she could always try to persuade George to have a Muggle ceremony for her parent’s sake.

“George?” she asked.

“Its up to you, Mione. I will respect whatever your wish is on this subject. I know that this has gone really fast and I want you to be comfortable with this.”

“Are you ready?” she wondered.

“I would have married you years ago if you had ever shown any interest in it,” he said decided to let her know how he felt.

Hermione gasped. “Are you in love with me, George?”

Leaning over closer to her he whispered in her ear, “More than life itself, Mione.”

Hermione was stunned. Everyone kept telling her but for some reason she just couldn’t believe it. Even now it was hard to comprehend. “Oh, George,” she whispered throwing her arms around his neck. “I don’t know if I love you yet, but I think that I could learn to someday. I just hope that I don’t disappoint you,” she said.

Her pulled her tight against his body and said, “You could never disappoint me, Mione.” He kissed her then forgetting about his mother and his past professor still standing in the room.

“Do you see Minnie!” Molly exclaimed. “They can’t seem to keep their hands off of each other!”

Minerva was smiling as she watched Miss Granger blush. She had a feeling that these two would have a very happy marriage together. The two of them didn’t surprise her. She had always thought that Miss Granger needed someone more carefree and free spirited to show her that there was more to life than cleverness and books. George on the other hand needed to be reminded that there was a serious side to life that should be observed once in a while. “So, children, what have you decided?”

Hermione smiled at George and he looked at his mother. “Now, please.”

Molly rolled her eyes. She knew exactly what her son was wanting. Men!

“Let’s get this over with then, so that I can return to my tea,” Minerva stated. She had a feeling that this would be happening often as witches and wizards hurried to get married to fulfill the terms of this new marriage law.