Pranksters In Love

A/N:
Heksy- Thank you for all of your kind reviews. I enjoy reading them. I had thought to send all of the newlyweds on a vacation together and then deatheaters come and attack and kill off a couple of people, but this story is not going that way. I really wanted to get rid of Ginny first and then Ron, but now I don’t think that it is going to happen like that. I thought I should wait for the baby to be born and then have her die in childbirth, but maybe now she isn’t really pregnant, and she faked it just to get Harry to marry her. I am still deciding on how to accomplish this. Ron definitely deserves to die, but then maybe he deserves to be brought down a few notches instead…I am still trying to decide.

Alabaster- you always make me laugh! That is such a Luna comment! I think I might do something like that! I am not sure that I will now kill off Ron…I have something more devious in mind for him now…what goes around comes around, if you know what I mean!

Lady Lynn- I really love Draco! I almost wish that for my first fan-fic I had chosen Draco as more of a main character. I almost think that I am even now getting away from my original story of George and Hermione. But honestly, the other characters are funner (I know this is not a real word but I like it) right now. I had also thought of Lucius and Katie in a torrid affair and her getting pregnant and then Draco leaving her and getting together with someone else, but then I just couldn’t do it…

Adrienne- Just wait and see what happens next chapter! I am sure that you will love it!

Thank you all for all of the wonderful reviews. I love hearing what each of you has to say as my plot develops. It makes it so much nicer to know that my work is enjoyed and it gives me a reason to continue updating quickly. The more reviews that I get the quicker that I update!! HINT HINT!! By the way, I heard a new joke today that is almost fitting for the last chapter. The post office came up with a new stamp shaped like a clitoris, but it is not selling very well. Only 3% of men know how to lick it. I thought it was hilarious!

By his fifth fire whiskey Ron was starting to feel better. He couldn’t believe the way that that loon had insulted his family. HIS family was a normal at least! Rabbits! Where did he get off with saying such crap! At least his family produced normal offspring! The one child born into that family was insane! There was no way that he could marry that idiot! He would kill her before they made it to their first month anniversary!

He felt a hand on his shoulder and startled he turned to see who would touch him this way. He almost groaned out loud. “What are you doing here?” he demanded as he yelled, “Keep the whiskey coming! In fact, just leave me the bottle!” to the bartender.

Luna looked down at her visibly intoxicated fiancé. She had felt that perhaps she had let things between her father and Ronald go to far. She was just enjoying it so much! Nobody ever stood up to her father before, and after the stunt that Ron had pulled earlier, she thought that he did deserve the set down, but her father had gone a bit over board. “I wanted to talk with you, Ronald.”

“I swear to the gods if you call me by that name again I will make sure that you and your horrid family never reproduce again!” he yelled at her.

Luna blinked. “But that is your name. What else would I call you?”

“Woman, just get the bloody hell away from me and stay away. If they take my wand away for not marrying you, then so be it. I don’t care! I will not marry you, and I never want to see you again!” He grabbed the bottle off the counter and took it towards another table that she wasn’t at.

“I am sorry, Ronald, you leave me no choice!” she said as she cast a spell at him. “Obliviate!” she shouted.

Ron stopped for a second and then looked around the room in surprise. Where was he? The Leaky Cauldron. What was he doing here?

“Ron?” he heard.

He turned and saw it was Looney Lovegood. “Hey Luna, how are you?” He hadn’t seen her since school got out.

“How are you?” she asked looking strangely at him.

She’s as strange as ever he thought to himself. “I am good.” He looked down and saw he had a bottle of whiskey in his hand and wondered where it had came from. He didn’t usually drink fire whiskey.

“Can I join you for a drink?” she asked.

“Sure, why not.” It wouldn’t kill him to have one drink with her. They sat at a table and he realized he only had one glass. “Let me get you a glass,” he said getting back up.

Luna watched his back retreat to the bar and quickly pulled a vile out of her cloak pocket.
She poured its pink colored liquid into his glass and then filled it the rest of the way with the whiskey. When he came back to the table she said, “I filled your glass for you, Ron.”

“Hey, thanks! Here’s a glass for you.” Filling her glass he raised his glass in a toast, “To old friends,” he said. They had never really been friends before, but he felt like being nice.


“To old friends,” she said with a smile clinking his glass with hers. She sipped her drink not really liking the taste of it and watched as he gulped the whole thing down. She wondered how long it would take the potion to work.

Ron felt strange. He looked at Luna in front of him and thought that she looked stunning. He never realized quite how beautiful she was. She shyly smiled at him and he felt his heart stop. Blood hell! He was in love! “Luna!” he gasped grabbing her hand. “You are so beautiful,” he said kissing her hand.

Luna smiled. That was quick, she thought to herself. “Thank you, Ron.”

“May I kiss you?” he asked her.

“Of course,” she said looking forward to the feel of his lips on hers.

He stood up and walked around the table to her. He pulled her out of her seat and up to his chest. His lips came crashing down on hers in a wild fury. She felt his intensity shoot straight through her body. His tongue immediately thrust into her mouth and he squeezed her very tightly to his body. “Luna,” he whispered pulling away. “I love you, will you marry me?”

She smiled at him. “Only if we do it right this very second,” she said. She wasn’t letting him get away a second time, and she wasn’t going to let her father screw this up anymore either.

“Lets go straight to the ministry,” he said yanking her towards the door.

Luna congratulated herself. Stage one of her plan was done, now it would be onto stage two!


George and Hermione stood in the entry way to their new cottage. The estate agent had sent an owl stating that it was ready for them to move it right away and George was excited to take Hermione to see their new home. His morning had not gone quite as planned and he decided he might as well forget about getting his wife into bed and enjoy the day doing something else.

He had tried to make love to her this morning but his brother had apparated in to grab something and then the owl tapped on the window and then his father had stopped by to welcome Hermione into the family and by then neither one of them were in the mood any longer. They had had a nice breakfast at a Muggle café that Hermione liked and George found that he had really enjoyed the food. She had wanted to tell her parents about her wedding, but they had been late arriving to the Grangers home, and they had already left for work.

“What do you think, love?” George asked kissing the top of his wife’s head.

“Its great!” she said with enthusiasm. I love all of the natural lighting. It is spacious and open. How many rooms are there?”

“Four bedrooms, two bathrooms, study, living room, dinning room, kitchen and an extra room outside of the kitchen for a servant.” He made sure not to mention that the house came with a house elf. He knew that she would blow a gasket. He would try to find a new home for it.

“Wow! Why did you buy something so large?”

“I had hoped to eventually marry and have a family. I don’t want as large of a family as my parents though, so I thought that this would be perfect.”

Hermione looked at her husband. It felt weird to hear those kinds of comments from him knowing that they were already married but she had no idea how he felt regarding what he wanted and didn’t want.

“How many children do you want?” she asked

“I always thought two, maybe three at the most. How about you?”

She smiled at him. “The same. I didn’t want to have only one, because I was an only child and I know it can be lonely. I didn’t want a houseful though either, because they are expensive and I wanted to be able to give them everything without struggling.”

George grinned at her. They were a lot alike and he looked forward to her realizing it. He kissed her forehead and said, “Shall we take a look around?”

“George, are you hiding something from me?” she asked him.

He looked at her in surprise. “What could I be hiding from you?” he asked in an innocent voice.

“The house elf standing behind you?”

George spun around and looked at the small trembling creature. “Oh, bloody hell,” he thought. “I can explain, Hermione!” he said quickly.

“Oh please, master, don’t give Rose clothes! Rose is a good house elf!” she screamed throwing herself at George’s feet.

“George Weasley! What is going on?” Hermione yelled through the creatures crying. “Rose! Rose! Stop crying, its ok!” she said trying to pull the upset elf off of her husbands leg.

“I will be good, I will be good! Please don’t give me clothes!” she cried harder.

“Enough!” George yelled. “Rose, kindly get off of my legs! I am not going to give you clothes!” He looked at Hermione. He knew that she didn’t believe in keeping house elves as servants without pay so he thought to make a compromise. “You can stay here in your home, but we will pay you to serve us.”

The elf started crying harder and beating her head against the floor, “I is a bad elf, a bad bad elf! I is not good!” she cried. “An elf can’t take money!” She screamed louder.

“Hermione,” George pleaded.

Hermione looked from Rose to George. She didn’t believe in this custom that the Wizarding world adopted, but she knew that she would have to tolerate it. “It’s ok, Rose. We won’t pay you.”

“Oh mistress!” she cried throwing herself around Hermione’s leg, ”thank you! I be good elf, I be very good!”

“Why don’t you prepare some tea for us, Rose,” George suggested.

Smiling the elf popped out of the room.

“Hermione, I am so sorry about that. I was…” he was interrupted by a pop and then a frantic shout.

“George! George!” he heard his twin shout. He felt a shiver race up his spine. His brother didn’t sound like that unless something was very wrong.

“Fred!” he shouted going towards the study.

“George, we have to get back to the headquarters right away!” He said with tears streaming down his face. “There was an accident and Mum and Ginny are dead!” he sobbed falling to his knees.

George and Hermione gasped as one.




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