Love, Marriage, and Pranks

Love, Marriage, and Pranks


The whole group were making their way back towards the castle, when they saw Hannah Abbot and Justin Finch-Fletchley came running towards them. They come to a stop in front of Ginny.


Hannah exclaimed, clearly out of breath as if she had ran all the way, from wherever she had come from. “Ginny oh sweet Merlin, you and Ron are not going to believe what I and Justin have just discovered.”


Justin continued where Hannah had left off, whilst she caught her breath, “Lavender Brown is out to get Luna Lovegood, as apparently she is not over Ron as she makes out she is. She somehow found out that the ministry have chosen Luna as Ron’s perfect match.”


Hannah (who had finally caught her breath) said, “That’s not the worst part. She is even more bitter and distraught because the wizard the ministry chosen for her is none other than Draco Malfoy.”


Ginny scoffed and said, “Ha, a pair match made in hell. They will make the worst brats imaginable. Sweet Merlin, how could the ministry be so cruel has to inflict such a pairing and future children upon civilization?”


The other burst out in laughter at hearing her say this. Although they could not deny what she said to be true. Like hell, their children would most likely turn out to be pampered, spoilt and little snobby fashion obsessive’s. That was truly a bone chilling thought indeed.


Ron commented slyly, “Hey, do you recon the ministry only paired them together, so in turn they could wipe out the entire Malfoy bloodline?” He added sniggering, “For example, the senior Malfoy’s aren’t likely to have any more children.”


Ginny added laughing, “Oh please, those pureblood snobs usually only have one child, normally a boy, in order to maintain the bloodline and carry on the name. Of course it is now down to ferret boy to continue on the name.”


Harry concluded, “Merlin, Lavender is so painfully girly and giggly. Malfoy will probably try to off himself just so he can get away from her and not have to remain married to her.”


Everyone burst out in laughter. Once everyone had calmed somewhat, Hermione said, “Well, it is certain that we will not be attending that wedding. I wouldn’t even attend if I was invited.”


Everyone knew she was right. It would be like lions walking knowingly into a snake pit. It just did not happen, in less you were Lavender Brown and Draco Malfoy. What an oddball pairing.


Luna commented, “It is not as if I willingly chosen Ron. If anyone should understand having to marry someone they did not choose, then I was certain it would be her. She has no right to be sour with me. In fact if she insists on being sour, then why does she not try the ones responsible, the ministry for example?”


The others nodded in agreement with her; it was plain and simple as that. They did not get a choice in the matter. Either they married who the ministry chose, or else lose their magic and risk a prison sentence, or exiled from the wizarding world indefinitely.


They figured whatever spells had been cast must have been correct, Professor Dumbledore had so said after all. This meant Lavender and Malfoy must be compatible, whether they wanted to be or liked the idea of it.


This led to the whole group wondering how and in what form they were compatible with their supposeidly perfect match. All thought about this, except for Harry, George, and Hannah and Justin. They loved and were happy with their matches.


Harry suddenly suggested, secretly wanting to spend more time alone with George, “How about we all split up into pairs and go off and discover what we plan to do. For example when and where we want to marry and how we are going to make arrangements.”


The others nodded in agreement, although Fred and Ginny were smirking knowingly. They knew that Harry and George just wanted to be left alone to continue with what they had been doing before they had been interrupted off somewhere private. They all split up, going in opposite directions, leaving Harry and George alone.


Once they were finally left alone, George smirked deviously and asked, “Is discussing when we plan on getting married what you really had in mind, love?” He knew otherwise, as he felt the same, just wanted to hear Harry admit it out aloud.


Harry returned his smirk and replied in a seductive tone, “Eventually we will have to. But in the meantime, how about we head to my quarters, being head boy certainly has its perks?” He then leaned forwards and captured the smirking lips of his lover.


George broke the kiss and replied in a husky tone, “Hell yeah. We can discuss the wedding plans later on. But in the meantime, I believe it time I got reacquainted with your incredible body, your ass in particular.” Harry leaned in for another kiss, smirking against George’s equally smirking lips.


Once they broke the kiss once more, and clasped hands, quickly making their way back to the castle at a run. Unknowing that Fred and Hermione had been nearby and had seen the kisses exchanged between the couple.


Hermione blushed and said, “Well, I was going to suggest we head back to my rooms to make plans for our wedding. But I don’t know now, as it is obvious what they are planning, even I know that much.”


Fred grinned lecherously, before replying, “Oh believe me I know exactly what my twin and Harry are going to be off doing, and it has nothing to do with planning a wedding either.” He added, “Although, we still can.”


He concluded at Hermione’s questioning look, “Are you’re forgetting as Head boy and girl, that you and Harry have separate rooms and only share a common room. I am sure they would have put up a silencing charm.”


Hermione flushed and grinned sheepishly for having not thought of that. She had just become really flustered after realising that Harry and George had most likely gone off to make love to each other.


Without warning, Fred grabbed hold of Hermione’s hand, and proceeded to lead her in the direction of the castle. Hermione was far too surprised at the familiar way in which he had taken hold of her hand to protest. Protest the fact he was practically dragging her along at a pace, which had Hermione jogging slightly to keep up with is larger and longer strides.