Casino Magic
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Adult +
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Casino Magic
Title: Casino Magic
Disclaimer: I own nothing :( This is all for S & G.
Summary: After being inspired by the great muggle movie character 007, Fred decides to have a little fun with his girlfriend, Hannah Abbott.
***
Fred straightened his tie and gave the mirror a suave look. "Weasley. Fred Weasley." Arching an eyebrow, he smoothed back his hair. He could pull it off. Maybe. This Charity party was gonna be amazing, and was actually going to be held at a real casino. That was what inspired his whole costume.
The ministry decided to hold it's annual Charity ball with a few stipulations:
1. All costumes had to be muggle. NO EXCEPTIONS!
2. No magical or mythical characters.
3. All costumes had to be as accurate as possible.
4. No Time Travel to pick up your costumes.
They certainly knew how to put a damper on things. Thank Merlin that his dad had gotten him into this Bond character. A muggle tuxedo, a fake gun, and some smooth pick up lines and he was in!
***
Walking into the casino almost took his breath away. Everything was glittering in shades of gold and red. Bright primary colors pulling in couples to gamble their money away for a good cause. He could see his twin, George dressed as George W. Bush. That was funny, too funny. At the moment, he was being chased around by his other brother, Percy, who was dressed as John Kerry. Some things never change.
Dumbledore was in the corner talking to McGonagall. They made a lovely Royal couple, although someone should tell Dumbledore that the King is definitely clean shaven.
Walking over to the bar, he spotted her. His Mata Hari, or more specifically, his girlfriend. Hannah Abbott had defintely taken his idea for a couples costume to hand. Wearing a skimpy pair of jewel toned harem pants with matching top, she looked amazing. He grinned at her. "Mata Hari?" he asked.
She looked over at her boyfriend, um, dashing spy. "Why yes. And who might you be?"
"Weasley," he grinned. "Fred Weasley. I've come to talk to you about the microfilm."
She could play along. "Not here," she whispered urgently. "Follow me." She got up from the bar and left some money on the counter. Leading him to a vacant room she turned and warded the door. "What is this microfilm you seek?"
Fred pushed her against the door. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, "You know! You were there, you saw them take it and now I want it back. I'll do anything to get it back." With that last statement, he ground against her.
Hannah couldn't take much more. He'd been teasing her all night with heated looks and certain promises. "No!" She gasped. "I'll never tell."
That was exactly what he wanted to hear. Ripping the flimsy pants off of her, he grinned. "You were warned." Pushing her back against the wall he held her up as he began to untie her top. Pulling it aside, he began to lick her breasts, enjoying the little mewling sounds she made. "Tell me!" He demanded.
Panting with a tiny smile on her face, she said, "You'll have to do better than that if you want the information from me Weasley."
He grinned and began unbuttoning his jacket. Tossing it to the ground, his tie soon landed on top of the pile in addition to his cummerbun. Unbuttoning his shirt, he left it on. One could never know when a spy would need to run. Swiftly untucking himself from his pants, he pushed her back against the wall. "Tell me, Luv. Tell me your secrets." He pushed into her, gasping as she clung to him like a velvet glove.
They began a tentative rythm, forgetting their game for something more worth their while. Soon all thoughts of microfilm and secrets were gone. "Faster Fred! Faster!" She could feel herself getting closer and closer to where she wanted to be.
Thrusting harder, he was sure she was going to have a bruise in the morning. Well, he could fix that later. "Is this what you wanted, Luv? Harder too, I bet? Now, TELL ME!" With that, he began pounding harder and harder. He was just there. Just a few more.
She began to tremble as she fell over the edge. "I LOVE YOU!" She screamed her completion, not caring if anyone else heard. With a grunt, Fred joined her. Pulling her down to the ground, he made a makeshift pillow with his jacket. "I love you too." He smiled. "I told you I'd get your secrets."
THE END
Disclaimer: I own nothing :( This is all for S & G.
Summary: After being inspired by the great muggle movie character 007, Fred decides to have a little fun with his girlfriend, Hannah Abbott.
***
Fred straightened his tie and gave the mirror a suave look. "Weasley. Fred Weasley." Arching an eyebrow, he smoothed back his hair. He could pull it off. Maybe. This Charity party was gonna be amazing, and was actually going to be held at a real casino. That was what inspired his whole costume.
The ministry decided to hold it's annual Charity ball with a few stipulations:
1. All costumes had to be muggle. NO EXCEPTIONS!
2. No magical or mythical characters.
3. All costumes had to be as accurate as possible.
4. No Time Travel to pick up your costumes.
They certainly knew how to put a damper on things. Thank Merlin that his dad had gotten him into this Bond character. A muggle tuxedo, a fake gun, and some smooth pick up lines and he was in!
***
Walking into the casino almost took his breath away. Everything was glittering in shades of gold and red. Bright primary colors pulling in couples to gamble their money away for a good cause. He could see his twin, George dressed as George W. Bush. That was funny, too funny. At the moment, he was being chased around by his other brother, Percy, who was dressed as John Kerry. Some things never change.
Dumbledore was in the corner talking to McGonagall. They made a lovely Royal couple, although someone should tell Dumbledore that the King is definitely clean shaven.
Walking over to the bar, he spotted her. His Mata Hari, or more specifically, his girlfriend. Hannah Abbott had defintely taken his idea for a couples costume to hand. Wearing a skimpy pair of jewel toned harem pants with matching top, she looked amazing. He grinned at her. "Mata Hari?" he asked.
She looked over at her boyfriend, um, dashing spy. "Why yes. And who might you be?"
"Weasley," he grinned. "Fred Weasley. I've come to talk to you about the microfilm."
She could play along. "Not here," she whispered urgently. "Follow me." She got up from the bar and left some money on the counter. Leading him to a vacant room she turned and warded the door. "What is this microfilm you seek?"
Fred pushed her against the door. Leaning down, he whispered in her ear, "You know! You were there, you saw them take it and now I want it back. I'll do anything to get it back." With that last statement, he ground against her.
Hannah couldn't take much more. He'd been teasing her all night with heated looks and certain promises. "No!" She gasped. "I'll never tell."
That was exactly what he wanted to hear. Ripping the flimsy pants off of her, he grinned. "You were warned." Pushing her back against the wall he held her up as he began to untie her top. Pulling it aside, he began to lick her breasts, enjoying the little mewling sounds she made. "Tell me!" He demanded.
Panting with a tiny smile on her face, she said, "You'll have to do better than that if you want the information from me Weasley."
He grinned and began unbuttoning his jacket. Tossing it to the ground, his tie soon landed on top of the pile in addition to his cummerbun. Unbuttoning his shirt, he left it on. One could never know when a spy would need to run. Swiftly untucking himself from his pants, he pushed her back against the wall. "Tell me, Luv. Tell me your secrets." He pushed into her, gasping as she clung to him like a velvet glove.
They began a tentative rythm, forgetting their game for something more worth their while. Soon all thoughts of microfilm and secrets were gone. "Faster Fred! Faster!" She could feel herself getting closer and closer to where she wanted to be.
Thrusting harder, he was sure she was going to have a bruise in the morning. Well, he could fix that later. "Is this what you wanted, Luv? Harder too, I bet? Now, TELL ME!" With that, he began pounding harder and harder. He was just there. Just a few more.
She began to tremble as she fell over the edge. "I LOVE YOU!" She screamed her completion, not caring if anyone else heard. With a grunt, Fred joined her. Pulling her down to the ground, he made a makeshift pillow with his jacket. "I love you too." He smiled. "I told you I'd get your secrets."
THE END