Pranksters In Love

George flicked his wand and immediately the room was lit. Hermione looked around at the flat that her husband had shared with his brother. She had never been here before and it was not what she had been expecting. She had thought he was would have it full of pranks and gags, potions and items to make more gags, maybe some Quidditch paraphernalia, or perhaps more like a teenagers room Even though George and Fred were in reality adults, she had always thought of them as just large children. This room was definitely arranged by an adult.

“Wow, George, this room is great!” she said looking around. There was soft butter colored leather furniture with a coffee table and a bright accenting rug under. There were some Muggle paintings on the wall that were contemporary without being art deco. The floors were wood planking sanded smooth and finished with a clear coat of lacquer to give it a shinny finish. It also smelled like warm cinnamon.

George smiled. He had hoped that she would like it. He knew that she would not have approved of how it looked just a week ago. “Don’t get to used to it, we’ll be going to Hogsmeade within the next week or so. I guess since Fred got Weeping Willow Manor he’s not going to want this place either. Harry has his house with Ginny and I am sure that Ron and Luna will live at her home so if Percy isn’t interested, then I suppose we will have to sell it. No sense hanging onto it if nobody is going to live here,” he said looking around.

“It wouldn’t hurt to hang onto it for awhile and maybe rent it out. It’s a good investment,” Hermione said sounding like a Muggle.

George laughed at her. “Let me show you my favorite room,” he said with his hand on her back leading her to the master bedroom.

He opened the door and Hermione gasped. “Wow!” she said.

George smiled. He knew she would like this. “I was watching a Muggle television show and saw a room like this. It reminded me of you,” he said.

There was a huge four-poster bed in the middle of the room. Lacy white curtains hung from the canopy. There was silk ivies growing up all four of the posts and draping across the top. The floors were covered in thick purple plush carpets and the walls were hung with silk wallpaper with tiny little purple flowers growing in the middle of more ivy. Matching curtains hung from the two sets of French doors leading out to a balcony. On the balcony was a bubbling hot tub. “A hot tub! George this is great!” She said dashing to it. “I always wanted to soak under the stars naked in a hot tub!” She exclaimed.

“When did you do all of this?” she asked.

“I had a bit of extra time on my hands today hiding from my Mum,” he said.

Hermione turned pink at the thought of Mrs. Weasley. “I hid in my bedroom all day,” she said. Just then her stomach growled. “Do you have something to snack on?” she asked embarrassed.

“Sure, why don’t you get into the hot tub and I will bring us some champagne and a snack. That’s what Muggles drink on their wedding night, right?” he asked.

Hermione thought that it was very sweet of him to be combining her Muggle heritage with his Wizarding one. “Have you had champagne before?” she asked.

“No, I thought that I would wait and have my first sip of it with you. It would be something special to look back on and remember about our wedding night,” he said kissing her lips. He gently smacked her behind and said, “Now get in that tub, you haven’t stopped drooling over it since you got here!”

Hermione watched him walked to the kitchen and quickly stripped off her clothing. The hot tub was charmed to 101 degrees and she found it perfect. She lying down on one of the loungers and felt the jets massage all of her stress away. She closed her eyes and let the water sooth her to sleep.

A few minutes later George came back carrying cheese, crackers, meats, and pickles. He also had the champagne. He smiled when he saw her nipples poking out of the top of the water. Her eyes were closed and she looked like she was enjoying herself. He quickly set down the items he had been carrying and walked over to his bride. That’s when he realized she was asleep. George smiled to himself. Some wedding night this had turned out to be. His bride had fallen asleep on him. He felt his heart swell up in his chest as he did a quick spell and took her to the bedroom.

“Good night, my love,” he whispered as he climbed into bed next to her and took her into his arms. He fell asleep holding his love and thanking the God’s that she was here with him.


Ron stretched and moaned and then opened his eyes. The sun was coming in his window across his face and that was what had woken him up. He had been both mentally and physically exhausted yesterday after spending the day with Luna. His head was still throbbing this morning and he mentally reminded himself to ask his mother for a headache potion.

He lay on his pillow and thought about what his plans for the day were. He figured he would still have to go see Luna again as they had gotten next to nothing accomplished yesterday. Perhaps after that, Harry would be up for a game of Quidditch. That is if his sister would let him out of her sight. He never thought that Ginny would be so clingy and controlling. Even Mum let Dad do things without her once in awhile.

Hearing his stomach growl he decided it was time to get up and search for breakfast. He had gone to bed early without supper last night and his stomach was letting him know that it was being neglected. Perhaps Mum had made some Cinnamon scones. They were his favorite and he figured he was the only one not on her shit list right now. He still couldn’t believe that his Mum had walked in on Mione and George. He would have liked to have been around to see that one.

Ron was about to leave his room when he heard pecking at the window. He looked out and saw an owl that he did not recognize. He was immediately suspicious as to who would be sending him an owl. He opened the window cautiously and let the owl in. It held its leg out to Ron and waited patiently for him to untie the message. Absently patting the bird on the head he opened the message and read:

Ronald,
I would like for you to appear at my house today promptly at
10:00 am. There is still much to discuss and my father still has
not spoken with you regarding marriage settlements. Please wear your
best robes, as I would like you to make a good impression on him.
Please do not be late,
Your loving fiancé,
Luna Lovegood

Ron shook his head in disbelief and disgust. They weren’t even married yet and she was already bossing him around. We’ll see about this! He thought to himself as he tossed his not in the rubbish bin and looked for a piece of paper to respond.

Luna,
I am playing Quidditch with the guys today and will not be
Available until this evening. I could possible arrive at your house
Around 7:00pm. In the future I would suggest that you ask me ahead of
Time if you have plans that you would like me to participate in. I would
Not expect you to drop yours for me, and I definitely have no intention
Of dropping mine for yours.
Ron Weasley
PS, my name is Ron, NOT Ronald!

He tied the message to the bird’s leg, handed it a treat and watched it fly away. See how she likes this! Dress in my best robes! Ha! Didn’t she know that he didn’t wear dress robes? He was in training to be an auror and they were not required to participate in any activities that would merit formal attire. Maybe if she was lucky he would get some dress robes for their wedding. He kind of doubted it though.


Fred smiled as he watched his new bride sleep. He had enjoyed their wedding night immensely. She was an enthusiastic partner and he looked forward to waking her to continue where they had left off early this morning. He was still thinking about her “Mudblood” comment the day before. He really didn’t want to pretend it didn’t happen, but on the other hand, she did try to be on her best behavior with his mother. Perhaps a quick spell was in order. This way if she actually behaved herself, no harm was done. If she made another nasty comment then she was pay a price. Smiling to himself he decided on a perfect spell. She would be furious if she found out, but Fred was hoping that she would learn to play nice and that the spell would never be activated. He knew that Ron would definitely appreciate this one!


Hermione snuggled close to the warmth behind her. It felt so wonderful to be engulfed in the heat. Usually she was cold in the mornings, but this morning she was nice and toasty. Rolling over to stretch she flung her hand straight into her husbands face.

“Ouch!” George complained coming instantly awake.

“Oh, I am sorry! I am not used to having someone in my bed!” she cried.

“I should hope not!” he laughed. “But I hope that you will quickly get used to it. I would hate to explain to my Mum how you are already beating me up. Don’t you muggles call it spousal abuse?”

“George Weasley! I am not abusing you!” she said hitting him on the chest.

“First you punch me in the face, and now your punching me in the chest! What’s next, woman?” he said in mock seriousness.

Hermione laughed. “You act like you are so scared.” She loved his sense of humor. She wondered if he always woke up in such a good mood.

“So, Mrs. Weasley, you owe me.”

Hermione looked at him strangely. “And what do I owe you, Mr. Weasley?”

He wiggled his eyebrows, gave her a big grin and said, “A wedding night!”


Hope you all like this. It might be a day or two before I update. I have some other stuff going on and I don't think that I will have time to write. Take this time to let me know what direction you would like to see this story go in. I haven't written anything further than here yet.