Pranksters In Love

A/N:

I hope that you all like this chapter. I had a lot of fun writing it. I really think that both guys needed this! Of course, we will see what the consequences will be in the next chapter! Please read and review! The more reviews that I receive, the faster I write!

Draco and Harry sat at the table laughing hysterically. They were both trying not to fall out of their chairs and pretend that they were not as drunk as they looked. Both wizards had been surprised with the other. Neither one of them had ever taken the time to get to know the other, and were both pleasantly surprised at how alike they really were.

“Hey Potter, do you think that you and I would have been friends if I wasn’t such a git that first day?”

“I don’t know, Malfoy. All I had heard at that point was death eaters were bad and all Slytherin’s were death eaters. I would have still hated you based off the fact that you were a Slytherin. Of course, there was the fact that the sorting hat wanted to put me into Slytherin and I had to beg him not to.”

“If you had been a Slytherin, we would have been best friends,” Draco predicted.

“You might be right, mate. I would not have known any better,” he laughed. “I would have thought that all wizards were slimy arrogant prats!” he said falling backwards out of his chair.

Draco roared with laughter as he watched Harry rub his arse. He dug through his robe pocket for his wand. “Here you dumb arse!” he said transfiguring a recliner for him to sit in.

“Hey, that’s great!” Harry exclaimed. “Let me get one for you!” Harry flicked his wrist and transfigure Draco’s folding chair into a height chair. “Ooops!” he said laughing again. “You need this with that chair!” he flicked Draco’s glass into a baby bottle and transfigured his clothes into a large diaper and a bib. Harry laughed so hard he felt the tears roll down his face. “You should see yourself!” he laughed.

Malfoy looked down at his nearly naked body that was only covered by a nappy and a bib. “What the hell, Potter!” he yelled. He was not about to be outdone by the drunken sot rolling in the recliner. He pointed his wand at Harry and turned his clothes into a parlor maid outfit, black fishnet stockings and all. “Now take care of me, nurse!” he demanded.

Harry looked at his short black and white mini dress and fish net stockings. In his hand he held a feather duster. Harry stood up on four-inch high heels and tottered over to Draco. “Coochie coochie coo!” he giggled as he rubbed the feathers all over Draco’s half naked body.

Draco tried not to laugh as Harry rubbed his feather all over him. “Hey!” he shouted. He couldn’t stop the tears rolling down his face as he watched the savior of the Wizarding world wear a mini dress and black fishnet stockings. “Let me out of this damn chair!” he said.

“Is baby Draco getting tired?” Harry crooned as he shoved his bottle of champagne into Draco’s mouth. “Be a good boy and suck down your bottle!” he roared.

Everyone around the two men were dumbfounded. Here were two sworn enemies, the head death eater’s son, and the savior of the Wizarding world, laughing and enjoying themselves as if they didn’t have a care in the world. All of the wedding guests thought that the two had finally lost their minds from all of the stress of the war. Most of them had heard of the term posttraumatic stress syndrome and figured these two must have it.

Katie watched her new husband sit in a high chair half naked and suck champagne out of a baby bottle as his sworn enemy teased him with a feather duster. She wondered if someone had slipped her some kind of potion and she was hallucinating. Never in her wildest dreams could she had ever came up with this one. “Draco Malfoy!” she shrieked, “What in Merlin’s name are you and Harry doing?” she demanded.

Both men immediately stopped laughing and turned as one towards her. Draco knew he was busted now. He did the only thing a man dressed like a baby could do. He threw his hands up in the air and shouted, “Mama!”


Arthur stood back from the crowd and watched the antics of the two young men. He knew that Harry needed a night to forget all that had happened. He had learned early in his life that nothing helped your forget quicker than drowning your sorrows in alcohol. He was a strong supporter of it when the need arouse. He didn’t believe in a life style that included alcohol on a daily basis, but if you had enough out of life, an occasional drunken revelry helped put everything into perspective. At least until you puked or had to deal with the hang over the next morning. He made a mental note to find Severus and ask for a hang over potion.

He was happy to see his son in law and Draco getting along. He had never thought that Draco was a bad kid. He had always thought he was a product of his environment. He seemed to always do the right thing in the end. Arthur thought that it would do Harry good to make some new friends. He knew that Ron, Harry and Hermione had been friends a long time, but he also knew that they really had very little in common.

He loved his son, but he could see Ron for what he was. Unfortunately, Molly hadn’t done his youngest son any favors by spoiling him so much. He actually had turned into a quite selfish young wizard. Hermione on the other hand, was so far above both the boys. Ron and Harry had their moments, but they were no academic geniuses. Hermione blew them out of the water easily. She needed to be around someone who would be more intellectually stimulating. Harry was bright, but in a more logical way. He could think on his feet and do what needed to be done, but he would never spend his time lost in a book. Ron couldn’t even find a book in a library.

He watched as Draco tried sucking up to his irate bride. He had heard that Harry and Draco had made some kind of bet regarding their drinking escapade, but he couldn’t credit Harry with participating in such nonsense. He hoped that Draco would live through this night without being hexed three ways to Sunday by his wife.

“Arthur,” he heard as he felt a soft touch on his sleeve. He turned around and saw Alabaster.

“Hello there,” he said with a smile. “How are you this evening?”

“I am good. I was surprised to see you here tonight,” she said softly.

“Molly would want me to go on with life. She wouldn’t approve of me sitting at home moping for what will never be.”

“I wish that I could have known your wife. She sounds like a very sensible witch.”

“Molly was an incredible woman. She was a fantastic wife and helpmate. You couldn’t have asked for a better mother for your children. I will miss her until the day that I die, but I am not ready to die yet.”

Alabaster thought about what a great man Arthur Weasley was. “I know that your wife would have been proud of you at this moment.”

“Would you care to dance?” he asked her.

“Oh, I haven’t danced in so many years, I’m afraid that I don’t remember how!” she exclaimed.

“It’s like riding a broom, once you learn, you never forget! Come on, now!” he said leading her to the dance floor.

Harry felt his stomach groan at the last sip of champagne that he took. He looked over at Draco and wondered how much more champagne he could consume. He had figured he would have passed out long ago and was surprised that the competition had lasted as long as it had. He knew that his body wasn’t going to allow him to drink much longer without rebelling.

Draco knew that this bet with Potter wasn’t the best thing to do on his wedding night. He wasn’t even sure where it had come from. He only knew that his bride was angry and he was three sheets to the wind. He knew that if he took one more sip of the sweet tasting liquid he would be spewing it all over the dance floor of the manor. Generations of Malfoy’s had dance in this room and never had one acted as he had this evening. “Fuck it!” he thought to himself. For once he was going to do what he wanted without thinking of what someone else would think or say. “You ready for another bottle, Potter?” he slurred.

“Absolutely, Malfoy!” Harry shouted back.

Hermione listened to the two men and shook her head. There was no way in hell she was going to allow those two idiots to drink any more alcohol this night. She saw Katie standing next to her sister glaring at her husband.

“Katie, you grab Draco, and Felicia and I will grab Harry. These idiots are going to give themselves alcohol poisoning if they drink anymore tonight.”

“There are plenty of spare rooms upstairs. Take your pick and dump Harry into one of them. I will take care of my stupid spouse!” she exclaimed as she marched towards the two men.

“Draco,” she said.

He heard his brides voice and tried to pretend he didn’t. He knew he was busted and wanted to put it off as long as he could.

“Draco Malfoy, if you don’t come with me right this minute, I will spend the rest of our lives making you regret this minute!” she said stomping her feet.

Draco looked at Harry who was snickering and thought he was dead.

“Harry,” he heard.

Harry knew that tone. He knew when Mione talked that way he was in for it. He looked at Draco’s face and knew that this night was done.

“Harry James Potter!” she shrieked.

“Hermione, perhaps I can take him upstairs?” he heard a softly sweet voice ask. He looked up and saw Felicia. He could handle her!

“Move your ass, Malfoy!” Katie said.

“Come along, Harry.” Katie told him.

The two men looked at each other in distaste. “Draw?” they both asked as one.

Smiling the two men shook hands and then followed their women out of the room. Both were happy that they didn’t loose and could withdrawal gracefully. Neither one of them wanted to be impotent for the week. This way they could later save face by blaming it on the women in their live.

Katie helped her husband stumble to bed. She had never thought that she would spend her wedding night tucking her drunk husband into bed and watching him pass out before they consummated the marriage. She had been looking forward to this night for a long time and knew this was not going to be the night of her dreams.

Felicia watched as Harry softly snored into his pillow. He loved the way his face relaxed in his sleep and the worry lines went away. She knew the second that she had seen him that this man was her future. She knew that she would spend the rest of her life with him. She only had to convince him to see things her way. She crawled into bed next to him and smiled when he pulled her into his arms. She fell asleep feeling a sense of security that she had never felt before.