Pranksters In Love

Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Ginny and Harry all sat around the table quietly nibbling at cookies and drinking pumpkin juice. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley had finally gone to bed. It had been a long and exhausting day for all of them. Nobody was quite sure what to say.

“So, Ginny, when are you due?” Hermione asked and got glares from the three Weasley brothers for her efforts.

“I think around Christmas. I have an appointment at St. Mungo’s tomorrow. I would imagine that they would be able to tell me the exact date. Harry and I only confirmed the pregnancy this morning. We did the spell that tells the sex of the child, but we have decided that we aren’t going to tell anyone. That way it will be a surprise.” Ginny looked over at her new husband with a radiant smile on her face.

Harry blushed but reached up to take his wife’s hand. “I love you, Ginny,” he quietly whispered to her.

The three Weasley men wanted to be angry with Harry, but they all loved and respected him. They also knew how much he loved their younger sister and she him. It was hard to stay angry under those circumstances.

“Congratulations mate. Better take good care of our sister or we will hex you into next year!” Fred said slapping Harry on the back.
“Yeah,” George added, “I know a lot of really evil hexes. Never hurt our baby sister or you will be sorry. Not that I would ever think you would, but I thought I had better just warn you. I wouldn’t be a good big brother if I didn’t, right?” he said with a huge grin on his face.

Harry gulped. He knew that they were teasing him, but he also knew that they wouldn’t hesitate to follow through with their threats if Ginny was ever unhappy. “Nobody could love Ginny more than I do.”

“Are you ready for bed?” Ginny said smiling at her husband.

“You are not sharing a room with her?” Ron roared.

Five sets of eyes turned in disbelief at the angry red head. “Ronald Weasley, Harry is my husband, where else would he sleep but in my room?” Ginny demanded.

“But Ginny,” he argued.

“Don’t but Ginny me you idiot! Harry is my husband and if you don’t like that then get the hell out! Have you forgotten whose house this is? I don’t think that you are going to dictate to Harry and I where we will sleep in our own house!” she yelled. Ginny’s temper could easily match her mothers.

Harry, always the one to play peacemaker put his hand on his angry wife’s shoulder.

“Ginny, he is only trying to look out for you. He knows that we are married, but he is having a hard time thinking of his baby sister married to his best friend.”

“Best friend?” Ron asked incredulously, “My best friend would never have shagged my baby sister and then gotten her pregnant and married her!”

Hermione laughed at this. “Should he just have shagged her, gotten her pregnant and then married someone else then?”

“Mione, you are not helping things,” Ron shouted.

Hermione just shrugged her head. She was used to the volatile tempers of the Weasley family. “I am going to bed now. Night everyone!” she said walking out the door.

George had had enough for the day also. “Wait up, Mione, I’ll go up with you.”

Hermione smiled at George. Of the Weasley brothers, he was the most even-tempered. She appreciated his quirky sense of humor, but she also appreciated the fact that he wouldn’t be screaming and hollering with the rest of the family when something went wrong.

“Very eventful day, wasn’t it?” she asked him as they walked up the stairs.

“I’ll say! I still didn’t make it to the Ministry of Magic either. I better go first thing in the morning.”

“What do you think about being an uncle?” she asked with a smirk. She thought it was great that Harry would finally have the family he had always wanted.

“Harry is good match for my sister. He’ll keep her leveled; she will give him a reason to enjoy life. I think that they needed each other. The rest of the family will be happy when the shock wears off.”

“Yeah, give Ron a few days and Harry and him will be thick as thieves again. I must say, your brother is a little thick at times.”

George thought that was amusing. “Which brother?”

Hermione laughed at that comment. “You might have a po…ahhh!” she shrieked as she slipped off the step.

George grabbed Hermione and pulled her to his chest to keep her from falling further. He looked into her startled brown eyes and he was lost. He slowly bent his head down and brushed her full plush lips with his. As Hermione gasped, George took advantage and deepened his kiss. He pulled her tighter to him and thrust his hot tongue into her warm mouth. He felt her put her arms around his neck and draw her closer. He groaned into her mouth as his tongue probed hers.

Hermione couldn’t believe that she was standing on the steps with George’s arms wrapped around her as he kissed her. She felt a shock of electricity all the way down to her toes. She pulled him tighter and lost track of time as their mouths joined together.

“What the hell is this!” they heard someone roar.

Hermione and George jumped apart guiltily.

“Now my other best friend is snogging my brother! Can’t my friends stay away from my siblings?” Ron demanded.

Hermione groaned. She had had enough of Ron’s immaturity for one day. She smiled up at George, kissed his cheek lightly, and walked the rest of the way up the stairs to the room that she shared with Ginny. She wasn’t sure where Ginny would sleep tonight as Ron and Harry shared a room, but she would let them figure that out later.

“Hermione!” Ron demanded as she quietly shut the door.

George was still reeling from the explosive kiss on the stairs. He wasn’t interested in listening to Ron either. Touching his fingers to his swollen lips he too turned up the stairs and walked to his room. He couldn’t believe that he had just kissed the love of his life and she actually kissed him back!

“George!” Ron demanded.

Ron stood there as he heard a second door quietly shut. He couldn’t believe what was going on in this house! They were all going nuts! This just wasn’t his day!