The Things You Just Don't Joke About

Fred turned the key to lock the door of Weasleys' Wizarding Wheezes. With a tired flick of his wand, he brought down the shutters over the windows and turned back to the large shop with a sigh.

At the till, Sally-Ann Perks was counting out the day's takings to be deposited in Gringott's the next morning. Lee Jordan was lying full out on a counter, breathing deeply with his eyes closed. It was his own fault, really, that he was always so exhausted at the end of the day, since he took it upon himself to be their resident showman. Not that Fred was complaining, since it was a huge boost for sales, but his good friend Lee was due a heart attack any day now. George was doing a little restocking across the room from Lee, but he was so tired he was forced to check everything three times before he placed it on the shelf; even so, he was misshelving about a third of the products.

Fred, practically staggering, made his way over to Sally-Ann, who looked up with a weary grin. "A good day, Fred," she told him. "We took in better than nine hundred Galleons."

Fred smiled. "That's great, Sal. And it's George."

Sally-Ann snorted. "Come on, Fred, I've been able to tell you troublemakers apart for years. You, for example, twitch the skin just over your left eye when you lie."

"I do not!"

"You do. And George twitches over his right eye." Sally-Ann smirked. "Best hope I don't tell your mum about that little clue."

George, who'd been shuffling toward the back room, snapped his head around, his eyes wide. "You wouldn't! That's- that's just so Slytherin!"

Sally-Ann smiled calmly. "Then I guess I wouldn't, would I? Unless of course the Sorting Hat wanted to put me in Slytherin but I bullied it into submission…" She smirked at the twins' expressions of horror. "You have to think through things logically before you get on someone's bad side, boys."

"Hah!" Fred said triumphantly. "Thinking logically…you're a Ravenclaw through and through, Sal."

"Well, maybe," Sally-Ann laughed. "And your secret's safe with me," she said, handing Fred a sack filled with their day's takings. "Of course, that says nothing about Lee over there. Night!" Without another word she headed to the back room, where she would Floo to the House of Black, where she and the rest of Dumbledore's Army (Fred and George excepted) were staying.

George glanced nervously at Lee; they'd probably earned a bit of retribution from their friend for some pranks and trouble over the years. "Lee, you wouldn't hand such a dangerous weapon to our greatest enemy, would you?" he asked. There was no answer. "Lee?"

A loud snore broke from Lee, and the twins sagged with relief. "Close call, dear brother," George muttered.

"Too true," Fred answered. Lee looked so peaceful they decided to leave him there. Fred took the sack of money into the back and stored it in their safe. Then he and George headed out the back door - they could leave the rest of restocking for the morning - and climbed the stairs leading to the flat they shared above the shop. They'd put anti-Apparition Charms on the place, figuring it might be dangerous if just anyone could pop in (especially since almost the entire Army was supposedly rooming there), but every now and then they both regretted having to climb the stairs after a long day of making the world a funnier place to live. On the other hand, in such an exhausted state they were likely to splinch, even over such a short distance.

Fred sealed the door with a Charm when they got inside; George immediately walked into the bedroom they shared and collapsed face-first on his bed. They'd tried rooming separately for a few days when they'd moved in, since the flat had three bedrooms, but found that after better than sixteen years of sharing a room they had trouble sleeping alone. They still maintained separate rooms for those times when they had company - whenever Angelina was in town George got a lot of opportunity to practice his Silencing Charms, lest he hear the moaning - but mostly they still slept opposite each other, although they both had much larger beds now.

Fred walked in and sat on the edge of his bed. "What're we doing for Ginny's birthday?" he enquired.

Slightly muffled by his pillow, George answered. "The usual, of course. Pranks, pratfalls and mayhem."

"Not so sure that's a good idea this year," Fred replied, leaning back against the wall. "She and Harry know some awfully good hexes now. Recall, dear brother, how our teasing her the day she got back from Hogwarts landed us no end of trouble."

George winced as he recalled the extremely unpleasant hex Ginny had hit them with. No end of trouble was right, and they hadn't actually figured out how to cure it; Ginny had lifted it the next day, but she could always cast it again. "You have a point," he concluded grudgingly. "I rather fancy being able to sit down." He hesitated. "Do you reckon Harry knows that our dear, vicious sister is turning sixteen in three days?"

"Hmm. Knowing Ron, he's forgotten himself, so it's possible the Boy Who Defiled Our Baby Sister has no idea."

"Shall we tell the poor boy?"

"And let him off the hook? Have you gone mad?"

"My thoughts exactly." Fred and George shared a grin. They might not be able to cause trouble overtly, but they could still tick off their sister with a bit of casual omission of important information.

"I'm for the shower," George said, hauling himself up. He headed for the bathroom, and Fred took himself to the kitchen where he put together a snack, making sure there was enough for two. He glanced at the spare bedroom - ostensibly his when they had company -and sighed. Angelina had been taken on by the National Quidditch team, and was in Australia, of all places. Fred was thrilled for his friend getting exactly what she'd wanted, and wished her the best of luck, and it's not like they were committed to each other or anything. But he missed her - missed the smell of the almond body lotion she favored, and the way her skin felt, and the absolutely incredible fucking things she could do with her tongue…

A knock on the door startled him out of his musing. "Who the bloody hell would be knocking on such a dangerous door so late at night?" he wondered aloud. He headed for the door just as George emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around his waist and dripping on the floor. Fred shrugged at George; he pulled out his wand and pointed it at the door, muttering "Transpere Duru."

A section of the door became transparent, and Fred stared in surprise at the figure on the other side of the door. "It's Luna!"

"What?" George hurried over to where Fred was standing. Luna Lovegood was indeed standing outside their door, a faint smile plastered on her face despite the drizzle that had started up, soaking her rather badly. Fred went to open the door, but George stopped him. "Wait…how do we know it's really Luna?"

Fred rolled his eyes. "George, look at her," he said, pointing. "Who could possibly get that detail?"

George looked again, and realized his brother was right. Luna's wand was stuck behind her ear, a habit she'd had since she'd been old enough for her first wand. Fred and George had known of the habit for years, their families having been friends since before Charlie had been born. Without waiting any longer, Fred removed the Charm locking the door and flung it open. "Luna! What are you doing here?"

Luna smiled at him. Hello, Fred. Could you help me with my things, please? I'd rather they not get too wet." Without another word she moved past him, dragging a heavy-looking suitcase. Glancing outside, Fred saw two more similar suitcases. He glanced at George, who shrugged. Fred darted out and grabbed the bags, which were indeed as heavy as he'd imagined, and hauled them inside. George shut the door behind him and locked it.

Luna was glancing around the flat. "This is quite nice. Which one is mine?"

"Uh…your what, Lu?" George asked. He realized with a blush that he was still in nothing but a towel, and while he wasn't the most body-shy person, he'd known Luna a very long time - somehow he felt extremely dirty despite his recent shower.

"My room," Luna said, turning back to them. "I convinced my father to let me stay."

"Oh- that's great, Lu," Fred said, finally understanding what Luna was doing there. Harry had felt it would be better for Dumbledore's Army to be staying at The House of Black together, since they'd be able to communicate easier. Most everyone in the Army was ostensibly staying in Fred and George's flat, using their back room to Floo to the House of Black under cover. Harry had asked Luna to try to convince her father to allow her to stay with Fred and George. "Well, you can stay the night, Lu, but tomorrow we'll get you to where the action is."

Luna looked vaguely surprised. "I thought the action was here. And where are Ronald, Ginny, Sally-Ann, Susan, Padma, Parvati, Lavender, Lee and Neville, by the way?"

"Er…what?"

"Harry told me they were staying here."

Fred fought down a chuckle. He knew Luna well enough to know that she was quite bright and not as flaky as everyone thought, but sometimes her readiness to accept fanciful stories was deeply amusing. "Lu, our flat is just a cover for the D.A. They don't all actually live here."

"Oh." Luna considered that for a moment. "Well it is a bit small for twelve people, I suppose." She began stripping off her drenched clothing, considerately hanging her cloak so it wouldn't soak the floor. Underneath she had on muggle jeans and a simple blouse, and Fred's eyes widened when he realized with astonishing certainty that Luna wasn't wearing a bra. Luna didn't stop, though. Beginning to unbutton her wet blouse, she continued casually; "I must say I'm quite looking forward to this."

"Er- Lu…"

"I'm always a bit lonely outside of Hogwarts…"

"Luna…"

"Not that daddy isn't wonderful, of course."

"Luna!"

Luna's head jerked up. "What is it?"

"Put something on!"

Luna had completely removed her blouse. Her pale skin was covered in goose flesh, and her dark nipples, hardened by the cold, stood out sharply on her slightly over-large breasts. She looked down at her bare chest. "What's wrong? I used to do this all the time when I would spend summers at your house."

"Well sure, but you were only eight then," George said, starting to sweat a bit. "You've…grown up a bit since then."

"You mean out, dear brother," muttered Fred, who'd actually covered his eyes with one hand. "Grown out."

Luna regarded the deeply embarrassed twins quizzically for a moment, her head tilted slightly to one side. Then she walked calmly over to them. Dropping her blouse on the floor, Luna reached out and took one of Fred's hands, and one of George's. Before either realized what she was doing, she'd placed the hands on her breasts. "Luna!"

"Well, you're obviously thinking about it," Luna stated, still sounding very calm. "So if we get it out of the way it shouldn't be a problem any longer."

"That's not all we're thinking of," Fred said. He'd meant it teasingly, but realized it came out sounding like a perverted come-on.

"Yes, I see that," Luna replied matter-of-factly, her eyes on Fred's half-erection inside his robes. "Your hands are really warm, you know. It's quite nice, the rain was very cold." Just then Fred's hand moved ever so slightly, brushing his palm against Luna's nipple, and her eyes darkened. "That feels good." She looked questioningly at George, who'd flushed even deeper. "What? Doesn't it feel good to you?"

Luna raised her hand and ran her fingertips over George's nipple. He squeaked. "Er…yeah…it does…"

"Oh, good, I was afraid Sally-Ann might have been joking with me," Luna said, smiling dreamily. "Only when I touch myself there, and between my legs, it's always felt good, and I wasn't sure if that was unusual. There's a lot that's unusual about me, you see."

"Look, Luna," George started. He stepped back to try to distance himself from the incredibly naughty images flashing in his mind, placed his foot right on a puddle, and landed flat on his back. For a second he just stared at the stars over him, before realizing they were in fact stars flashing in front of his eyes; he'd hit his head a bit hard. "Ow," he muttered in surprise.

"George!" Luna knelt beside him, her expression full of fear; Fred knelt on George's other side. "Are you all right?"

"Fine, Lu," George assured her. In fact now that he had a nice view of her breasts again he was feeling more 'fine' then he felt was appropriate.

Luna glanced down and her expression changed again, this time to mild surprise. "I guess you are."

George realized his towel had slipped aside and his remarkably erect cock was the focus of Luna's attention. Turning red in the way that only a Weasley could, he made to cover himself again, stammering an apology, but Luna stopped him. "It's all right," she said. "I've never seen one before. I've heard about them plenty, of course, the girls in Ravenclaw love to talk." She looked over at Fred. "Which of you is bigger?"

Fred gurgled. "What?"

"Bigger. You know…longer and thicker? There's a bet, you see, among the Ravenclaw girls over which of the Weasley twins is…" she hesitated, trying to remember the phrase. "Better endowed? Is that right? Yes, that's it. Better endowed. So which of you is it?"

Fred couldn't believe he was talking about the size of his cock with Luna Lovegood. Not that she hadn't turned into a fine specimen of womanhood, but… "We're the same, Lu," he said quickly. "We've checked."

"Identical in all things?" Luna looked like she was trying not to grin. Bloody hell, thought George, she's winding us up! Just as he was about to chuckle, or say 'Good one, Lu,' Luna wrapped her hand around his cock and all coherent thought vanished. Luna noticed. "Does it feel good, like with your nipple, George?"

George attempted to nod and again almost concussed himself. "B-better," he stammered. This is so not right…

"Good." Moving her hand almost lazily up and down, Luna studied George's cock with very Ravenclaw concentration. "Is it true that boys like it if a girl uses her mouth on him?" George, having totally surrendered to his perversion, whimpered. "I guess so."

There goes my oh-so-manly image, George thought before he couldn't think any longer.

"Luna, I really don't think you should be doing that," Fred said, attempting to stop things from going to far. The show was arousing him painfully, and he didn't want to take advantage of Luna. Well, that wasn't true; he wanted to take very profound advantage of Luna, but he didn't want to deal with the consequences.

"Why not?" Luna asked seriously. "We are friends, aren't we?" At Fred's stunned nod, she continued. "So why can't we enjoy each other's company?" She smiled happily when Fred couldn't think of a response. "There you are, then. Get your robes off."

"Wh-what?"

"Well how do you expect me to do this-" she gestured toward her hand still wrapped around George- "to you if your trousers are on? Honestly," she huffed, and for a moment Fred thought she sounded eerily like Hermione. "Unless you don't want me to do this to you as well." Without further warning she leaned forward and took George's cock so far into her mouth Fred was astonished she didn't gag. George's whimpers turned into full-fledged moans as Luna bobbed her head up and down, her lips making wonderful wet sounds as they slid over the flesh of his cock. Finally she straightened out, her hand still grasping George at the base, and glanced over at Fred. She looked slightly hurt. "You really don't want to?" she asked almost plaintively.

Fred realized he'd been so mesmerized by the sight of Luna going down on George that he hadn't moved a muscle. Telling his conscience (always a bit flighty anyway) to stuff it, he wrestled his robes off in record time. Luna smiled, let go of George and crawled on her hands and knees to Fred. She pushed him back on his bum and leaned forward to take him in her mouth. Fred bit his lip at the sight of her long blond hair splayed out over her slim, muscular back. Her bum was still covered in jeans, but it looked amazing. Why hadn't he ever noticed Luna Lovegood's arse before?

Fred noticed George leaning up on his elbows. Their eyes met, and Fred saw that George looked quite as befuddled and lust-ridden as he was. Fred glanced meaningfully at Luna's arse, and then raised his eyebrows at his twin; Well, get on with it, she deserves some attention too if we're really doing this…

George crawled over to Luna and started undoing her jeans. Rather than protesting, she shifted to make it easier for him, never taking her attention off Fred's cock. He slipped the jeans over her hips, dragging her knickers with them. His heart skipped at the sight; Never in a million billion years would I have guessed that Luna shaved. Swallowing nervously, George said "Luna, is this okay? Are you- I mean, you're still a virgin, right?"

Luna's mouth came off of Fred's cock with a small pop. "Oh, I am. But I'd like to not be any longer, I've gotten a bit tired of the social stigma. I've still experimented, though; Padma Patil taught me a wonderful spell." She sat up on her knees, kicking her jeans the rest of the way off, and removed her wand from behind her ear. Holding it out she muttered "Vibraris," and George almost swallowed his tongue when her wand started vibrating intensely. It was so perverted and sexual he almost came just looking at it. Luna smiled at his expression. "Yes, it's quite good. Do you see this line?" George looked closely and saw that the wood of the top seven or eight inches of her wand was slightly faded. He nodded. "Well, that's how far I can get my wand inside me." She placed the wand in George's unresisting hand. "Feel free to use it on me, I quite enjoy it."

Luna returned her attention to Fred's cock. Unable or unwilling to consciously acknowledge what was going on, George took the obscenely vibrating wand and gently pressed it to Luna's slightly wet folds. She whined and pressed back against it, which George took as a good thing, so he continued to torment Luna with the wand as she sucked Fred into a state of babbling idiocy, which didn't take much. Finally George worked up the nerve to insert the tip of the wand inside Luna. Her reaction was immediate - she whimpered in a delectable way and pushed back so the wand slid further inside. George slid the wand in and out, astounded at how deep it went.

Somehow George couldn't bring himself to taste Luna, even though he rather desperately wanted to. But that didn't stop him from reaching up with his other hand to her clit. When his callused thumb brushed over her clit Luna groaned, pulling her mouth off of Fred and shoving back with all her weight against her wand and George's hand. George increased the speed and pressure and Luna came an instant later with a howl that startled both brothers.

"Mm," Luna sighed. "That was even better than when I do it myself." She looked up at Fred. "Well, would you care to help me, Fred?"

Fred's mouth went dry. "H-help you with what, Lu?"

"Losing my virginity, of course. I told you, being a virgin has become rather tiresome. And since we're here and I've already had your penis in my mouth, I thought it would be a good opportunity to have you in my…" she trailed off and frowned. "What's the word? Oh, it starts with a 'c'…" She paused for a moment, and then brightened. "Cunt! That's it! I thought it would be a good opportunity to have you inside my cunt."

As though that settled the matter, Luna pushed Fred back until he was lying on the floor and straddled him. "Wait a sec, Lu!" Fred shouted desperately.

"What?"

"Are you really sure about this? I mean…"

Luna peered down at Fred as though trying to work out what he'd said, like he'd been speaking another language. "Fred," she said, and there was a sharpness to her voice neither twin had ever heard, "did you hear what I just said?"

"Er…yeah…"

"And do you think I was making it up?"

"Er…no…"

Luna grasped Fred's cock and squeezed. "Do you want to fuck me?"

"Oh, Merlin yes!"

"Good," Luna said pleasantly. "Then let's."

She moved forward and rubbed her wet - Fred would forever remember the word cunt falling off Luna's lips - along Fred's aching cock. "Lu- one more second-" He pushed her back and fumbled in the nearby pile of clothes for his wand. Quickly he cast the Anti-Pregnancy Charm he'd learned to perfection, and watched as the sparkle lit up the tip of his cock before fading.

"Oh, I'm glad you thought of that," Luna said. "I don't think I'm quite ready to be pregnant." She again grasped Fred's cock, and held it up as she lowered herself onto it. Fred's eyes rolled back as he slid inside her; it had been three months since he'd last done this, and Luna felt brand new and incredibly tight and so bloody good…

Fred's eyes flew open when Luna hissed, and he almost panicked when he saw her expression of pain. "Okay, Lu?" he asked.

"You're- quite a bit thicker than my wand," Luna said tightly. "But it's all right." She shifted her hips a bit, causing Fred to bite his lip until it bled, and then slowly began moving up and down, very carefully. "Oh," she sighed after a moment. 'That's much better." Luna began to ride Fred in earnest, her slim body rising and falling over him and making him groan and beg like he hadn't for ages. He hadn't realized just how long Luna's hair was until she tilted her head back with a moan and he felt a few strands brushing his thighs.

All at once Luna stopped, and Fred's eyes flew open. Luna twisted around to look at George, who was watching the two of them with wide eyes, his right hand slowly stroking his own cock. "I'm so sorry, George," Luna gasped out. "That was very rude of me to forget about you. Come over here."

Nervously, George stood and walked over until he was right next to them. Luna reached around to grasp George's arse and pull him closer, bringing the head of his cock to her waiting mouth. Using one hand on Fred's chest to steady herself, and her other grasping the base of George's cock, Luna began rocking up and down again, but she stopped fairly quickly, causing both boys to growl in frustration. "George, can you shift over here in front of me?" she asked.

George hesitated. He badly wanted to be in Luna's mouth again, but it would mean straddling his twin brother. He glanced down at Fred. "Er…"

"Oh for Merlin's sake!" Fred cried, his voice cracking a bit with desperation. "I've seen everything you've got, George, stop being such a prat! You call yourself a Weasley? Get over here! Don't make me drag you over by the balls!"

Luna looked puzzled. "Wouldn't that hurt?"

"Yeah, it would," George muttered, stepping in front of Luna (making sure to tap Fred's stomach hard with his foot as he did). Luna smiled and took George in her mouth again; then she started rocking, and quickly found a rhythm that had both boys helpless in a matter of seconds. The pace and intensity increased,

Fred felt his orgasm coming. Unable to stop himself, he grasped Luna's hips and started thrusting up into her violently, causing her to gasp in shock and lose her focus on George. Within a few seconds Fred erupted inside Luna with a cry unmatched since his first time. Slumping down, he only vaguely heard Luna say "Oh bother…I was so close. George, would you like to help me orgasm?"

Luna lifted off of Fred, both of them moaning a bit. Luna lay on her back and beckoned to George. When he didn't move, she pouted slightly: "Please, George?"
George cast the Anti-Pregnancy Charm, fell to his knees between Luna's legs and crawled forward. With a pleased smile Luna reached down and guided his cock to her opening. George moaned as he slid in, silently thankful that Fred had been first…he didn't fancy trying to explain that he'd been the one to take Luna's virginity. Luna sighed contentedly when George started a gentle pace, but quickly reached out to grasp his lower back and thrust her hips against him. "Please, George, faster," she breathed. George gulped, and began pounding into her. Soon Luna was thrashing and moaning beneath him, her nails were digging into George's shoulders and George was inches from coming before Luna, shaming both him and his brother.

But then Luna came. Her long legs wrapped around Fred and she ground herself into him, her face scrunched up in the most amazing way and her whole body went rigid. She clenched around George's cock and that was it for him. He whimpered as he came, and to hell with the manly image, because he'd never come so hard in his life…
They lay in a sweaty, sticky heap, George drawing in great lungfuls of air. "Well, that was nice, if a bit unforeseen," Luna said from beneath George, somehow managing to sound dreamy despite being almost out of breath. "Thank you, George, and you too, Fred. I suppose the other Ravenclaw girls were just teasing when they said first times are always unpleasant. That was quite a bit better than I'd expected. I must say I liked it a great deal more than just doing it myself."

George sat back, pulling out of Luna and making them both shudder slightly. "Glad you approve, Lu," Fred said. George looked over and saw that his twin was staring in stunned belief at Luna, and astoundingly he was hard again.

"Oh, yes, quite," Luna said. "I think I'm due a shower now, though. Which way to the bathroom?"

Wordlessly, George pointed, and Luna stood and walked to the bathroom without a backward glance, her pace a bit shaky as she was undoubtedly a bit sore. George met Fred's eye as they heard the shower come on. "What the bloody hell just happened?"

"I have no idea," Fred answered. He looked like he'd been caught out at a prank, not a surprising expression on a Weasley's face, but… "You don't think that was a bad idea, do you?"

"It was a horrible idea," George said, "and it was ruddy brilliant. Bloody hell, who'd've thought Luna would…"

"I know." Fred's eyes drifted back to the door of the bathroom. "But don't you feel a bit guilty?"

George shrugged. "Not really. Lu's a bright girl. She's old enough to know what she's about. And she's the one who jumped us, dear brother."

"I know, but…"

"Fred," George said seriously, "you and Angelina aren't each other's property."

A surprisingly ugly look flashed across Fred's face. "I know, you prat!" he snapped.

George grinned unexpectedly, surprising Fred. "I see. So when she gets back next week you'd better tell her you want to be exclusive. She's sure to have a bunch of groupies now…"

"Oh, piss off."

"And a bunch of them will be older and more worldly…"

"Shut it!"

"Bet they could teach her a few things you couldn't-"

"Shut up!" Fred yelled, and tackled George. They wrestled for a moment until they both simultaneously remembered they were starkers; Fred's half-erect cock was pressing into George's thigh. They scrambled away from each other and were on opposite sides of the room in a respectable fraction of a second. "Prat," Fred muttered.

"Me? You're the one who's practically settled down," George teased. "You disgrace our reputation, Fred. My own twin!"

"Bastard."

"Angelina make you wear the dress?"

"Prick."

"When's the wedding?"

"Lay off!"

"Family man."

"George!" Fred yelped, looking stricken. "Some things you don't joke about!"

George howled with laughter. Luna walked out of the bathroom, still a bit damp from her shower and still quite completely nude. "What's so funny?"

"Er, Lu," Fred said, "What did you…what do you expect now?"

"Why, a good night's sleep, of course."

"No, Lu, what Fred means is, what do you expect with us now, after we…" George gestured to the room.

"Oh, Fred," Luna said, tears forming in her eyes. "I'm so sorry; I should have told you I wasn't in love with you! How unfair of me!"

"What? No, Luna, that's not what I thought!" Fred said quickly, scowling at George, who'd started laughing again. "I'm just…I thought you might want more, and I'm-" he scowled at George again- "I want to tell Angelina Johnson I want to be exclusive with her."

"Oh! How wonderful," Luna said, sounding quite pleased. "She quite likes you, you know, I heard her say so at the original D.A. meetings a number of times, before you showed up of course."

Fred's heart skipped. "Yeah?"

"Announced your engagement yet?" George muttered, and Fred threw a shirt at him.

"So you get that I can't go on with you, right?" Fred said to Luna.

"Of course," Luna said, not seeming unhappy at all. "George, who do you want to be exclusive with?"

"Me? What? I don't," George said quickly; now it was his turn to scowl at Fred's grin.

"Oh, good," Luna said. "Then would you mind if I spent the night with you? I thought we could do it again in the morning. In fact, wouldn't it be nice to wake up and do that every morning?" George gaped like a stranded fish, and Luna smiled. "I'll take that as a yes. Is this your room?" She asked, pointing. When George nodded, she walked over to the door. "I'm a bit tired now. Although…yes, why don't we do it once more before we go to sleep?" With a surprising come-hither smirk Luna disappeared into their bedroom.

Fred's grin threatened to split his face. "So I'll just sleep in the other room and leave you two lovebirds alone, shall I?"

"Oh, shut it," George said with a blush, standing shakily and heading to the room that contained the extremely confusing and scarily enticing girl.

"Sure you don't need a bottle of celebratory champagne?"

"Quiet!"

"I get to plan the stag party, right?"

"SHUT UP!"

FIN

Part Four of the Harry's Seventh Year series: http://hp.adult-fanfiction.org/story.php?no=544207047