Pranksters In Love

This next scene is a bit violent. Don't read if you don't like violence. Let me know what you think and how Draco should respond to this...


Katie was enjoying herself. Lucius was a fantastic kisser. She reached around him to pull him closer to him and realized what she was doing was wrong. She was engaged. For good or bad, and even though she didn’t have any say in the matter she knew that what she was doing was wrong. Not to mention, this was her future father-in-law.

“Lucius, stop,” she said pushing him away.

“What is wrong, my dear?” he asked in his seductively sexy voice.

“I can’t do this, its wrong.” Even though she found Lucius’ kisses incredibly hot and she thought that it would probably be fun to go further, she had signed a contract with Draco. She had never gone back on her word yet, and she wasn’t going to start now.

“It’s only wrong if you let it be wrong.” He was not about to let her walk off now. Lucius was looking forward to teaching this naughty little witch all of his favorite sex games.

“I am engaged to your son,” she said.

“Its not like you love him, or even like him,” Lucius said in exasperation. If he lived to be two hundred years old, he would never understand the workings of a woman’s mind.

“It doesn’t matter, its still wrong. I am still engaged to Draco. The last thing I am going to do tonight is shag his father,” she said turning to walk away.

“Don’t you walk away from me you little slut! You have teased me long enough, and you will follow through with what you started!” he demanded grabbing her by her arm and pulling her behind the building.

“No,” she screamed trying to pull away.

Lucius grabbed her robe and ripped it from her. Her shirt tore and he saw her heaving breasts. They were magnificent. He loved women with extra large breasts. He reached out and squeezed one viciously. He would show her that nobody walked out on a Malfoy!

Katie fought with all her might. She was immediately sober and struggling for her life. She was not about to be raped by Lucius Malfoy. “Stop, please stop! I can’t do this!” she screamed at him.

Lucius grabbed at her tight skirt and tore it from the hem up to the waist. Desire washed through him as he stared at her naked womanhood. He saw the neatly trimmed nest of black curls and he immediately wanted to bury his stiff cock into them. He reached his hand between her legs and crammed his entire fist up inside of her. He smiled when he heard her cry of pain.
Pain shot through her body when she felt his hand inside of her. She was not used to this kind of treatment. She had only had one partner before and he had been soft and gentle.

“How do you like that slut?” he growled in her ear. “Do you want more? Or do you like it from behind like the bitch in heat that you are?” he asked as he reached behind her and inserted a couple of fingers into her tight virginal hole. “Ahh, nice and tight. It will feel incredible when I burry my thick cock in you, my dear,” he said reaching for his pants.

Katie remembered a move she learned from her mother and brought her knee as hard as she could up into his groin. She felt him let go of her as she heard his gasp of pain and she immediately ran. Her legs were strong and well conditioned and she knew that she brought him considerable pain. She was not about to let him catch her.

“Get back here you bitch!” he screamed at her as he lay on the ground in pain.

She almost immediately realized that she left her wand behind with her cloak and that she was close to being naked, but she didn’t stop. She realized that if Lucius caught her he would be furious and her life could quite possible be over.

She ran for what felt like hours but in reality it was just several minutes. She chanced a look behind her and realized that he had not followed her. She ran a few minutes more and stumbled to some steps to sit and rest. She was exhausted and scared. She knew that she was not safe here, but with her wand gone and no clothing she didn’t know what to do.

“How much?” she heard behind her.

“What?” she gasped turning her head around.

“How much are…Katie?” Draco asked in disbelief. “What are you doing here?” he had just left her and his father snogging in the club. How did she get here so quickly? He then noticed her clothing, or lack of. “What the hell happened?” he demanded.

“Oh gods, Draco!” she cried throwing herself in his arms. “Thank god you are here! I was so afraid and I didn’t know what to do!” she cried into his shoulder.

Draco wrapped his arms protectively around his almost naked fiancé. What the hell happened? He wondered to himself. “How did you get here?” he asked her.

“I was at the club and had to much to drink,” she sobbed. “Your father came in and started hitting on me. When I refused his advances he tried to rape me!” she said crying even harder. “I didn’t mean for things to get so out of hand! I’m sorry,” she cried louder.

From where Draco had stood in the club it had looked consensual, but he supposed things could have changed. He knew that his father had raped several other women. Her torn clothing would support her story. “What were you doing in a club?” he asked her.

“I wanted to drink and pretend that today didn’t happened, only it made it so much worse!” Pulling away she looked at him. “Oh Draco, you don’t know how sorry I am.” She cried again.

“Your sorry that my father tried to rape you?” he asked incredulously.

“No, I am sorry that I turned you into a ferret.”

Draco groaned. He truly wanted to forget about that for the night. Probably for the rest of his life. “Lets not worry about that now. Here, you must be cold,” he said wrapping his cloak around her shoulders. “Where is your wand?” he asked looking around her.

“It was in the pocket of my cloak. Your father tore it off of me,” she said snuggling into the warmth of his cloak. It smelled just like he did.

“Well, lets get you home, and we can worry about that tomorrow.”

“I can’t go home looking like this! My parents would kill us both!” she cried.
He had scene that she was almost naked and that what was left of her clothing was in tatters. He figured that she might have a point. If his daughter came home with a man like that he would hex first and ask questions later. He thought for a moment and decided to take her to one of his properties that his mother had left him. They were warded so that only he and whom he brought with him could gain access. She would be safe there. “Hold on tight, Katie.”

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“Home,” he said apparating them away.


Harry starred at his sleeping wife. It felt strange to think of Ginny as his wife. He never thought that they would have gotten married, but then she had gotten pregnant. He had remembered to mutter a contraceptive spell each time that they made love, but apparently it didn’t work. It wasn’t that he didn’t want children, because he wanted a family more than anything in this world, he just wasn’t sure that he loved Ginny enough to spend his entire life with her. Not it seemed he had no choice.

He had been surprised when Ginny started climbing into bed naked with him. They hadn’t even been going out then. She’d told him no strings attached, that she just wanted the sex, and he believed her. She knew that he hadn’t been in love with her and had told him that she wasn’t in love with him. The day this marriage law came into play he was ready to leave the Wizarding world behind until Ginny told him that she was pregnant. He knew that he had to do the honorable thing.

Listening to her soft snore Harry hoped that they would be able to get along. Ginny was much to volatile for his tastes. He wanted someone quiet and reserved. He didn’t want to live his life in constant battle. After the war, more than anything, he just wanted peace in his life. He knew that by marrying a Weasley, he would never have that. He thought of Ron and figured that he got the best witch. Luna would have been perfect. Sure, she was a little strange, but she was so quiet, and he liked that about her. Oh well, what’s done is done, he thought.

“Harry,” he heard Ginny whispering interrupting his musings.

“Ginny,” he said softly.

“Come to bed, darling,” she said holding out her hand to him. “I need you.”

Harry swallowed and smiled. If nothing else sex with Ginny was great. She was just as wild in bed as out and if he could just keep her in bed for the rest of the rest of their lives they would do all right.

Turning the light off with a flick of his hand, he climbed into bed with his warm and willing wife. He tried not to think of what Luna would be like in bed.


“Who lives here?” Katie asked Draco when they appeared in a dark room.

Draco flicked his wand towards the fire and immediately a brightly burning fire lit. “This is my home. I don’t live here, but I thought that this would be a good place for tonight. You will be safe here,” he told her. The light from the fire accentuated the bruises on her body and Draco felt a moment of guilt. If he had confronted them in the club things wouldn’t have gone as far as they did.

Katie looked around the richly furnished room. It was decorated in classic elegance and she immediately liked it. “Is this where we will live?” she asked.

“Considering what occurred tonight, I don’t suppose we will be living in the Manor,” he drawled. “I have one other home that my mother left me. You can view both of them in the day time and consider which one you like best.”

Katie blushed. “I am really very sorry, Draco. I know with the way that I have behaved earlier today, and then this evening I don’t deserve your help, but I want to thank you anyway.”

Draco nodded his head. “This whole situation has been hard on everyone involved. I am hoping that we can start over fresh and make this work between us,” he said taking her hand. He was surprised to see that he actually did feel that way. Katie was actually a very beautiful witch.

Katie looked into Draco’s blue eyes and saw that he was sincere. “I would like that,” she whispered.

Draco leaned into her and kissed her softly on the cheek. “Lets go find your room, I am sure that you are tired.”

“I am,” she said nodding her head.

“Which do you prefer, pink or green?” he asked.

“I love the color pink, why?” she asked surprised at the strange question.

“There are two rooms here that were recently re-done before my mother died. One is pink and one is green. If you don’t like either color, there are several other rooms, but those two are special to me because of her. I would prefer that they not be changed,” he said looking at her.

“Well lets go check them out,” she said. A man with a soft spot for his mother couldn’t be all that bad. Her grandmother had once told her to look at how a wizard treated his mother and that would be an good indication of how he would treat his wife.