Chapter 8 Mexicans, Ministries, and Mayhem
Chapter 8 Mexicans, Ministries, and Mayhem
“Move faster” Harry said as he slashed at her midriff with his fist and cut a hole in her robes.
She just growled as she defended with her arm and drove her fist forward while trying to suck in all the energy she could from around herself.
Harry stood there and dodged backwards at the last second then just viciously punched her in the face.
She groaned, her body ached, her fist was shattered, and her face was bruised.
“Again” Harry said calmly.
“Fuck you” she growled.
Harry planted his foot down and her body was shot up by a pillar of stone. He immediately punched Ximena straight in the face and knocked her several feet backwards.
“Again” he said again calmly.
She spit out blood, and looked at Harry murderously. Since they had passed the meditation part and started the physical part of the training he had been beating her senseless daily, for weeks now. “Fuck you Harry. I can’t fucking touch you it’s impossible you are too goo” she said hatefully.
Harry chuckled, “Bullshit, you are just not trying hard enough” he replied bluntly.
“What part of fuck you don’t you comprehend?” she growled back.
“Well if you’re so intent on it why don’t you go ahead and do it” he said with a smirk
“What!!??!?!” she asked angrily.
“Fuck me” he said with a cocky smile.
She just stood flabbergasted. She turned crimson as her mind flew to a million places. Harry took the opening and punched her square in the stomach. She had the wind knocked out of her and flew back several feet again. She landed with a thud and immediately straightened up and pulled her wand aiming it at Harry. “You fucking bastard” she said with new fire in her eyes.
Harry smiled, “Good, anger is good, maybe that is what you need. For a minute I just thought it was a good fucking” he said bluntly.
She fired a spell but Harry was not there anymore. His arm snaked around her and held her in place. “Let go of me you fucking asshole!” she growled.
“Now now gorgeous, maybe you do need a fucking. Just like the ones Daddy and his buddies used to do” he hissed in her ear.
It struck her heart and ripped it out. Suddenly she was putty in his arms. “How…?” he whispered.
“I can read minds, and yours is an open book every fucking night. I can’t believe how much you whisper and moan when you think about it, did you like it that much?” he asked evilly.
Suddenly she was a beast in his arms. “How the fuck dare you?!?!?! How the fuck dare you say that?!?!?! How dare you fucking invade my mind?” she screamed and followed it with a string of obscenities.
“Good, give me more” he demanded.
She broke from his grasp and punched. Her fist missed Harry and he connected with a knee to her sternum. She took the blow but bashed her skull into his nose. He backhanded her as she spun out and kicked his fast. Sparks where flying from her fists as she did this.
Harry wiped the blood off his busted lip and then smiled at her as they began to dance and beat each other senseless. She mercilessly attacked, little by little Harry released Spirit power, feeding her rage, her grief, her pain, bringing it to the surface and letting it burn out. Her moves intensified, her strength grew. Harry slowed down to take her hits, give her some sort of satisfaction. She kept coming as her emotions kept coming, all the anger she had bottled up, all the fear. The hours passed, darkness came, yet they still fought.
“Why won’t you just die you son of a bitch?” she yelled as the sun began to climb over the horizon.
“Wow, do I really make you that bloody randy?” Harry mocked in return.
Her fist connected with his nose, his fist connected with her stomach leaving her without air. Both reeled back. Harry drew Life energy in and healed his body in a flash. She fell on her knees, she gasped for air. Harry then heard something that he didn’t expect, laughter. Soft and raspy at first, but it grew. Harry looked closely and so that Ximena was crying. Laughter, sobs, and tears mixed together as she should laid there on her knees letting it all out. Harry gently, slowly, wrapped his arms around her, and then squeezed tight.
“I am sorry that happened to you. I am glad you are finally letting it out” he whispered. “No one should carry that much weight around, trust me, I should know” he added.
She kept crying until she passed out, he carried her to the bed and lay down with her in his arms. He fell into a deep sleep, though he didn’t need it. It was a custom he had picked up with Rose, sleeping together after sex, wrapped in the other’s arms. It was with thoughts of her that he fell asleep.
The next morning when he stirred there was another rather interesting sight waiting for him. Ximena laid there, in his arms, her eyes firmly fixed on his.
“Yes” she said.
“What?” Harry asked perplexed.
She blushed, “Yes you make me that bloody randy” she replied, then simply moved up and kissed him, deeply, as she wrapped her arms around him. What little was left of their tattered clothes quickly left them as Harry waved on the contraception spell and flesh met flesh. One could say it was a day of wild passion, where scratches, and love marks abounded as she let go of years of pent of energy. At first in soft love making, where try as she might the tears would not stop, her body and soul healing as she merged with Harry, but soon this intensified as she lost her inhibitions and her mind along with Harry’s. Night came and she was spent, mentally and physically she was lost to the world, laying for the first time in years, safely in a man’s arms. Harry got up, a stroke of brilliance….well striking him. He took two pieces of parchment and began to write in one. Then spelled the other, place a drop of blood on it, and then folded it up, kissed it and vanished both through a small dimensional portal.
October would prove to be a very profitable month for the Weasley twins. Or at least they thought so, after a finding a folded parchment along with a letter from Harry they had lost themselves in their lab and had emerged with a new product: Kissing Kandies.
“Brother, I do believe we are brilliant” George began.
“Why brother I would concur but for the fact that credit must be given where it is due” Fred replied.
“Yes and as always there is a chance Harry will curse us for not giving it” George added.
“All too true” Fred supplied.
They opened shop and put up a giant flyer outside, announcing the new product. That same day, all around the planet that banner announcing Kissing Kandies went up.
The banner magically changed and scrolled through the message over and over. “Come one come all, WWW proudly brings you our newest sensation, and we do mean sensation!!! The kisses of the most desirable men on the planet all in a convenient little bag. Kissing Kandies, you know you want one! Enjoy your favorite flavors, Playboy passion fruit, Genius grape, Prankster Pink Lemon, Lothario Lime, Rugged Raspberry, Sensitive strawberry, Meticulous Mango, Moneybags Melon, Wolfish watermelon, and our top flavor, Hero’s hot hot hot cherry”
That morning Pixy got up late, she had been having a terrible week. Fred hadn’t so much as written her. He and his brother had mysteriously locked themselves in their store and had refused to come out. Anastasia for her part was ready to slap her. Pixy had been mopping, and groaning, and complaining all week.
“Would you get up already, we need to open the store” Anastasia yelled up the stairs.
Pixy just rolled and covered her head.
“What the bloody hell!?!?!?!” Anastasia yelled.
Pixy leapt off the bed in a flash, a hundred thoughts invading her mind, top of which was that Fred was hurt. She raced down the stairs to find her sister clutching the front door of the shop and staring out.
“What are those bloody idiots up to now?” she roared and raced across the street.
Pixy didn’t miss her opportunity either as she raced after her sister. Not so much to stop her as to maybe catch a glimpse of Fred.
Anastasia burst through the door and paced up straight toward George till her nose was literally on his throat, him being a head taller than her.
“Explain” was all she said.
“Well top of the morning to you too lovely lass, welcome to Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, the BEST PRANK STORE IN THE WORLD. How can I be of service?” he said with a wicked grin of triumph.
“Fred!!!” screamed Pixy and she launched herself into the air and wrapped her arms and legs around her boyfriend and started kissing him.
“Pixy” was all he managed to say before he was snogged senseless. “Maybe I should vanish more often” he said as he took a break from kissing her only to have her crush her lips right back on hers.
George and Anastasia where locked in their own little war, to focused to notice them.
“Cut the crap, what is this new product?” Anastasia growled.
“Oh, you saw the sign?” George asked casually.
“I think half of Japan saw the sign, the thing is just fucking huge like your head” she replied.
“Really? Thanks, we do try. So you interested in buying?” he said not dropping the grin of triumph for a millisecond.
“Why would I fucking want to buy something from…” she began to rant only to have something shoved in her mouth and having her mouth covered by a huge hand. She wrestled to get free, but in the end she decided it was easier just to chew, so she did, she felt the sweet rush of a sweet and sour lemon. Then it hit her, she felt someone wrap his arms around her, and give her a big, passionate kiss, at the end of which she could swear she could hear someone chuckling. She opened her eyes which she didn’t remember closing and saw that George had removed his hand and was now standing staring at her with a triumphant grin on his face.
He threw her a small bag with a big kiss mark on it, “That will be a sickle” he said as he wrung her up.
She pulled out the silver coin, laid it on the counter, took the receipt, turned around and left.
“Works like a charm” he said as he deposited the coin in the register. He turned and looked at his brother.
“Eww, bloody hell, take it upstairs you two. Merlin knows she is dressed for it” he said to the pair that were still kissing.
“Huh” said Fred.
“What are you talking…?” Pixie answered and then both looked down and noticed that she was wearing a rather revealing nightie.
Fred started panting with a huge grin and let out a howl.
Pixie turned redder than his hair and ran up the stairs.
“Oy, wrong house, yours is across the street” George said half smiling.
“Shush, don’t spoil it you twat” Fred said with a wolfish grin as he sped up the stairs after her.
George just chuckled and shook his head. He had finally accepted their relationship. She made his brother happy, and a happy Fred was a great thing.
Across the street, Anastasia had reached her door, opened it, gone through, then closed it and laid back on it and then slid down to the floor as her legs gave out. The kiss the felt rocked her world. After what seemed like hours in stunned silence she looked down into her hand where there was an open bag, she further opened the draw string and drew out a round candy, purple in shape, she studied it before finally popping it into her mouth and chewing. It was a rush of grape flavor. Then she felt like a strong man had swept her off her feet, plunged her down and kissed her clumsily, but firmly. Then she opened her eyes and stared down at the bag. That second kiss was good, but not like the first. She searched again, this time she drew an orange one, she popped it in and felt like a sweet flavor passed through her mouth, passion fruit, then a strong kiss, firm, experienced, still not as good as the first. She tried another, mango, then a soft, chaste kiss that lasted way to long. Another, sweet melon, and a deep kiss, as she felt her body hugged tight against another. Then raspberry, she felt like she was crushed against a tree with someone kissing her mouth and neck roughly. Strawberry, a sweet and tender kiss. Lime, she felt the sky and the ground switch places, it was a kiss that denoted passion, experience, raw power, she felt her body turn to water at it as the kiss that started in her mouth spread all over her body. She was impressed, but that kiss, as great as it was, still didn’t feel as wonderful and mind blowing as the first. Watermelon, she felt like she was thrown clear across a room, her skin being torn by rough hands as a the kiss consumed her hungrily, desperately, all consumingly. She was left gasping for air a minute afterwards from the intensity. From the colors she was down to two. She picked the red because it looked more passionate and she was right, it was spicy, very spicy, with a great cherry flavor, then the kiss hit her, if the lime had been good, this was insane. The kiss started in her mouth, then she felt it on her chest, then her back, then her thighs, then inside her, she felt like lightning was running through her as she surrendered to ecstasy only for it to vanish and leave her gasping on the ground unable to move. After a few minutes she composed herself and tried the pink one, it was the same flavor, she waited with baited breath and then the kiss hit her…it was all wrong, it felt wrong, it wasn’t the same kiss, it was gross and terrible, she tried another pink one, it was the same, then another the same. She growled angrily as she tried the last pink one, and then it happened again, it was as if the heavens themselves opened and angels sang. It wasn’t as powerful, rough, passionate, or erotic as any of the others, but even so it felt like more, it felt like the very air she needed to breath and all too soon it was over. She searched the bag desperately but found no more pink ones. Without thinking she exited her store, all the people were beginning to head towards WWW. Not even caring that she had no business thanks to the newest product that they twins had come up with she crossed their door, picked three bags, put three sickles on the table in front of a stunned George, and then turned and left without so much as a word.
“You forgot your receipt” he yelled after her.
She didn’t stop or slow, she entered her shop picked out all the pinks and began trying them, some were good others sucked. When she finished them she tried the other flavors, “What the fuck? All the other flavors work the same EVERY TIME!” she growled exasperatedly.
Apparently she was the only one that noticed, for sales that week were off the charts as they usually were when a brilliant product was put up by WWW.
“Brother, do remind me to hug Harry when I see him” George mused with a grin.
“Indeed brother, I thought it impossible but he is making us even richer” Fred replied.
“I was talking about Anastasia, I have never seen anyone so cowed” George said with a victorious smile.
Fred on the other hand dropped his smile. “Don’t remind me, Pixy has been in a fit about it. She is worried about Anastasia” he commented.
“Really?” George said losing his smile again and growing concerned.
“Yes, she has been distracted. She just stands there in a daze all day, barely acknowledging the customers, according to Pixy it all started the day that we launched the new product” Fred replied.
“Well I did sell her a couple of bags. Might have gotten snogged senseless” George chuckled, but there was no real depth to his laugh.
Across the street Anastasia was lost in thought. Pixy was staring at her.
“Hey sis, are you ok?” she asked.
“Yea” Anastasia droned.
“Sure your ok?” she asked.
“Yea” came the same monotone reply.
Pixie stared at her intently, “I think you are naked” she commented
“Yea” came the reply
“Oh look there goes Fred, he is starker’s too” she added.
“Yea” Anastasia continued.
“Isn’t his brother George just fucking sexy?” Pixy asked worried but enjoying it.
“Yea” she replied, there was a two second pause. Pixy expected her to break out of it, but she didn’t even flinch.
Pixy walked up to her, then slapped her….hard
“OWWW, why the fuck did you do that?” Anastasia cried.
“Good your still there, I was getting worried. What the fuck is wrong with you sis?” Pixy asked.
Anastasia blushed, fidgeted then started looking for something she hadn’t lost. “Nothing” she replied.
Pixy stared her down, “Are you on drugs?” she asked.
“No” Anastasia replied intently.
“Period?” Pixy continued.
“NO! And ewww sis, that is so not your business” she replied.
“Is it a boy?” Pixy asked with a smirk.
“Yes…I mean no, I mean….urgh” Anastasia said exasperatedly.
Pixy started jumping up and down, “Oooooh, this sounds good, now spill sister, I want to hear everything” she said excitedly.
Anastasia looked away and started to walk away, “Forget about it, it’s nothing, it’s stupid” she groaned.
Pixy rushed around the counter, jumped her from behind and then pinned her to the ground. “Spill” she said
“What the fuck?” screamed Anastasia as she crashed face first to the ground. “Are you fucking insane?” she growled.
“Spill” Pixy insisted.
Anastasia tried to get her off, but her efforts failed. “Urgh, fine. I’ll talk” she groaned.
“I am listening” Pixy said not moving an inch.
Anastasia rolled her eyes, “Ok, so the other day I tried Kissing Kandies”
Pixy gasped, “You did?!?!?!” she said surprised.
Anastasia just shut her eyes, “Damn girl, you were there for crying out loud. You were kissing the shit out of your boy” she replied.
“Oh, ok so what happened?” Pixy replied a bit embarrassed at the memory, specially her wardrobe.
“So anyways I tried them all but the Pink Lemon…” she said.
“Merlin isn’t it so good!! Well, I mean…” Pixy exclaimed.
“Half the time” they both said together.
“You tasted that too?” they cried in unison.
“I mean what is up with that. Sometimes I swear it’s like fireworks and then the other half it’s like….so….” Anastasia explained.
“Wrong, gross, terrible” Pixy supplied.
“Yea” Anastasia said as she tried to get up.
“Not yet, so other than developing a liking for something George Weasley made, what is wrong?” Pixy asked, she knew she was potentially opening a huge can of worms but she was shocked when her sister replied something so unexpected.
“Can a girl fall in love with a candy?” asked Anastasia.
“Ok that’s just fucked up, you need to get laid sis” Pixy said instinctively.
Anastasia pushed up and managed to get free. “Urgh, forget I said anything, I told you it was stupid” she said and began to leave.
“Petrificus Totalis” said Pixy as a beam struck her sister. She got up and went around her. “Ok then, let me get this straight, blink once for yes, twice for no. You are saying you’re in love with the candy?” she asked.
Anastasia blinked once, then twice.
“Ok, you’re confused on that point. You sure it’s not drugs” Pixy argued.
Anastasia blinked twice and glared at her.
“Hum, you think you’re in love with whomever it is that is kissing you when you eat the candy” she asked
Anastasia blinked once.
“Fine wait here” Pixy said as an idea struck her.
Anastasia rolled her eyes, “As if I had a choice”
Pixy opened her door and went across the street. She was in luck Fred was at the counter.
The redhead smiled as he saw his girl walk in. “Hey love, come to get you daily dose of…” he began yet didn’t finish as at that moment his girl attacked his lips hungrily.
“Fred” she began then kissed him again, “I need” she continued kissing him, “to ask” she continued, “you something” and then jumped on him and wrapped her legs around him. Thankfully there were no customers there as she was pretty much dry humping him.
“I'll tell you anything, ask, I’ll even tell you about that time in France that my twin and I…” he began.
She put a finger to his lips, “Ok, how do you put the kiss in your Kissing Kandies?” she asked.
Fred looked uncomfortable, “Love the formula is really a secret, I mean Harry would kill me if I…” he began.
“Harry made them?” she asked as a piece fit into place. Of course the twins would get something that brilliant from Harry, Merlin knows if they tried on their own it would take them months to come up with it. She could have been separated from her man for months if it wasn’t for Harry. She made a mental note to give Harry some gratitude and to make sure Fred never did something so retarded as lock himself with his brother away from her again.
“Yea, so if I told you the formula he would likely kill me, or worst” he said and then shuddered at the thought.
“Hum, valid point. Ok, how bout this. Are the kisses purely formula, or is there a human element involved?” she asked trying to work around it to get what she wanted.
“Oh, you want to know if there is really someone that snogs that well?” he said a bit disappointed, jealous, and proud, depending on which candy she liked.
“Yes, in particular I am interested in one the flavors, Anastasia is….well curious to say the least as to if there is a person behind it” she replied.
Fred sighed in relief, “Oh that I can tell you, each flavor has a person behind it. An actual wizard that put hi s kiss into the formula” he replied thanking his lucky stars it wasn’t about Pixy liking one kiss in particular, but at the same time a bit disappointed.
Pixy smiled brightly, “Really!?!?! Who are they?” she asked excitedly.
“Well Playboy passion fruit is Seamus Finnegan, he runs a brewery, he is a bit loose with the girls, the booze and the money. Genius grape is my little brother Ronnykins; he is good at wizard’s chess and a brilliant strategist. Lothario Lime is Sirius Black, our CEO; he is a notorious lady-killer, that one is our second most popular flavor. Rugged Raspberry is my big brother Charlie; he is heading up the dragon preserve back home. Sensitive strawberry is Neville Longbottom, he runs a giant garden of some sort, he is an all around nice guy, he is the third most popular, we aren’t too sure if it’s because of the strawberry or him. Meticulous Mango, is my prat of an older brother Percy, Merlin is he a pain, we are thinking of taking that flavor out for the sake of mercy on all our consumers. Moneybags Melon, is my eldest brother, Bill, he works in Gringots, big with money. Wolfish watermelon is Remus Lupin, werewolf, and an all around great guy. And our top seller, Hero’s hot hot hot cherry is of course, our glorious partner, and hero extraordinaire, Harry James Potter” Fred explained.
Pixy absorbed all that information in, it was no wonder it was selling that well, those kisses were not only great, but they were all from the most famous wizards in Europe, but the one she was interested in was… “Prankster Pink Lemon, that’s my favorite flavor, though half the time it sucks…” and then it hit her, the word play, if ever you associated a face to prankster it would be….”YOU, you and George are the ones that put your whatever into that flavor” she shrieked.
“Hey, I do hope the half the time I sucks is when its George in there, and I do hope you aren’t gobbling those blasted things up, your lips are mine and you could….ehm gain weight” he said getting a bit angry.
The wheels in Pixy’s head began to spin in overdrive. “Get up and come with me” she commanded.
Fred knew better than to argue with a woman that sounded like that. He followed her across the street and into her shop. “Why is your sister petrified?” he asked.
“Never mind that. Kiss her” she commanded.
“WHAT!?!?!” Fred asked stunned, Anastasia would have also but she was rather unable at the moment.
“Do it” she shrieked.
Fred quickly gave her a peck and then backed away to a wall.
Pixy drew her wand, “I mean REALLY kiss her” she said angrily.
Fred leapt out of fear and wrapped his arms around her, closed his eyes and really laid one on her as Pixy simultaneously removed the spell.
The kiss lasted for a good 5 or 6 seconds, seconds that were years for Pixy. Then they broke and both had faces of disgust on.
“Good Merlin that was gross” Fred gacked.
“What the fuck is wrong with you Pixy, that was just so…WRONG” Anastasia shrieked.
It was at this moment when the door to the shop slammed open.
“There you are! What is the bloody idea leaving the shop unattended” he looked around and saw the other twins. “OH, I see, you’re over here snogging that girl. Brother could you be serious this is after all war, I mean you really shouldn’t…” George began to rant but he was cut off.
Pixy kissed him, hard, a couple of second later she broke away.
“Good Merlin that was grow” George gacked.
“That’s what I said” Fred said angrily, “And stop snogging my girlfriend.
“She snogged me, and Merlin was that just wrong, it was like kissing…I don’t know Ginny. Urgh, don’t ever do that again you batty woman. Is that some weird Russian way of declaring war, cause it’s on now, there will be hell to pay….after I find a bucket to vomit into” George said and then stormed out.
“What the fuck is going on?” Anastasia shrieked, thoroughly confused.
“That’s what I would like to bloody know” Fred said angrily.
Pixy now kissed Fred, hungrily, passionately, then broke away. “Yep, thank Merlin, for a minute there I thought this was going to get ugly. And your brother is right, kissing him was just…Merlin I think I need to find a bucket” she said as she gagged.
“Hey are you going to barf on me now? I mean what is wrong with you woman? First you storm my shop, then you kiss me like, well wow, then you interrogate me, then you drag me here, then you make me kiss your sister….Merlin where is there a bucket, George was right that was like kissing Ginny, soo gross, then you kiss MY BROTHER, what is wrong with you” he ranted incoherently.
“Ok stop, let me explain” Pixy said before the other two began to rant again. “Anastasia, I think I have figured out your little dilemma” she began.
“Ok I am listening” she replied.
“And I am hoping ill understand” Fred added.
“Well we both like Prankster Pink Lemon….half the time. Well sis, meet that half the time you hate, and the half the time I like” Pixy replied cryptically.
Anastasia and Fred stared at her. Then gears locked into place for Fred.
“Oh bloody hell, you mean she fancies the guy she is snogging the other half of the time she eats it?” he asked surprised.
Pixy just nodded.
Fred grinned, “Oh this is just too good. He is going to have a field day with this” he said as mischief spread all over his face.
“You will do nothing of the sort if you don’t want to end up cursed and without access to these lips…and everything else that is attached” Pixy said angrily.
And then it clicked for Anastasia, “You mean that these two morons put their own kiss into the Pink Lemon…” and then the other side of it clicked. “Fucking shit, you mean the guy who is driving me insane is George fucking Weasley!?!??!?” she growled. “OF fucking course, it had to be him that complicates my existence, who knows what fucked up magic he put into those shitty things. There is no way in hell he is that good a kisser. I wouldn’t be surprised if all the rest where doped up versions of himself. I mean Hot hot cheery and Lothario Lime, no one can kiss that good” she ranted.
“Oh you mean Harry Potter and Sirius Black” Fred said with a grin.
“THE Harry Potter, and THE Sirius Black!?!?!?!” Anastasia said stunned.
Pixy then explained all the rest.
“No wonder those blasted things are selling so well” Anastasia growled.
“So we are back to the point where you fancy my brother” Fred said with a grin.
“I don’t not fancy that pompous ass” Anastasia shrieked.
“Oh, so you have been checking out his ass as well then” Fred concluded.
“Why would I stare at that skinny thing?” she contested.
“Then how do you know its skinny?” Fred countered.
“URGH, you both….eh….suck” she replied.
“Sharp” Fred said grinning triumphantly.
“Enough, both of you calm down” Pixy said stepping between them.
Of course it was at the moment when five dung bombs rolled down the chimney and blew up.
All three raced outside to find George laughing hysterically.
Anastasia reacted first, “You want war, well war you shall have. I will end you” she growled as she got up to Georges face and stared him down.
“Sister…” Pixy began.
“And you too” she said staring down Fred. “And don’t you sister me” she said to Pixy as she dragged her back to the shop that was still steaming the bad smell out.
“Wicked” George said evilly.
“Merlin I hope they know what they have gotten themselves into” Fred groaned preparing for the worst, the Black Marauders worst.
Far, far away, Hogwarts was in an uproar. The entire student body and faculty had fallen prey to the newest Weasley invention, one that had not been launched yet, a certain parchment that when red made one change color. The only one seemingly unaffected by this outrageous prank was one Ginny Weasley.
“Ms. Weasley, do you honestly expect me to believe that?” McGonagall said as she was losing her patience. She kept staring at the World Cup that Harry had won the year before to try and calm herself. She was blue with multicolored polkadots.
Ginny was trying very hard to hold back her laughter.
“Honestly Headmistress, I have no clue why I am unaffected. I believe it’s probably due to the fact I don’t study from other people’s notes. From what I have heard it affects those that read from magic parchment, I just haven’t really been using parchment. Harry was nice enough to send me this huge spiral notebook from Mexico, so I have been lugging it around. Those muggles are truly ingenious at times” Ginny said innocently.
McGonagall fumed, she was at a loss. She couldn’t prove Ginny had anything to do with it, for all she knew it could have been just a stroke of luck that Harry had sent her a Muggle notebook and that prevented her from being exposed to the tampered supply of parchment that had mysteriously wound up in everyone’s possession. She had repeatedly sent letters and even howlers to Fred and George Weasley and had only received back a letter saying they had nothing to do with it, but that they would research it since it sounded like a great invention. That and a large supply of Muggle make up, which was pretty much useless.
Finally after several moments of tense silence in which Ginny sat looking innocent, McGonagall sighed. “Very well, ill concede this round. In any case I called you up for another purpose, Halloween is coming up and as Head Girl it is part of your responsibility to set it up. Once again we will be making it a Girls Prerogative dance. If you need any help from the staff, please let me know” she said calmly but hiding a mischievous grin, both for her love of that theme, and for the fun she had sticking it to the Marauders... well at least the ones that weren’t Harry, she thought. Ginny nodded and exited her office.
Ginny groaned, both for the work it would mean, and for the fact she had no one to go with, her and Neville were getting distanced and it didn’t help that he was spending more time with his parents and was working for Harry.
“Bloody hell, that bastard manages to make my life suck even long distance” she growled about her leader. She sighed and continued on her way to the dorm already trying to come up with a good ideas for the party and for a date.
Later that week, the Wizemgot was meeting, the ENTIRE wizemgot. This was truly a rare occasion as rarely did the inherited seats and the elected seats gather. Only when matters of extreme importance or urgency were discussed did a full attendance occur. Usually only about half would attend to discuss matters. In the crowd were many people including the entire Weasley clan, who came at Sirius’s request.
And old man, very tired looking with a beard that made Dumbledore’s look short stood up.
“I am pleased to see that today we count with a full body, with the exception of course of the empty chairs” he said making reference to the fact that the chair of the Head Mugwomp, and those of a few inherited seats were vacant, among them those of Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe, and Lestrange, known Death Eaters. Also among them were some seats empty from families that had been killed. In the crowd stood many known people including most of the order and a few others.
“This being said we have much to discuss. I guess the first place we should start is with precisely those empty seats” the old man began.
“I protest this” said Petrov Perkinson.
“You would” muttered many people in the crowd.
“Ah Mr. Perkinson, I am so glad to see that you managed to get acquitted of your charges. Now given that you obviously have a relatively loose understanding of our laws let me explain something to you. By wizarding law, any and all convicted war criminals have their family assets seized and their honors and seats stripped” the old man explained.
Petrov was a bit shaken but continued, “But Mr. Frencis, there are inheritors!” he replied.
“Said inheritors being convicted criminals as well. As such, and by majority vote of the Wizemgot, those seats shall be taken and there will have to be replaced” replied Ansius Frencis, elder of the Wizemgot.
“But…” Perkinson began.
“Sit your bloody ass down Perkinson. NOW!!!” commanded a voice that echoed in the hall.
“Ah, Frank Longbottom, we so did miss you in our meetings. You always had a way with keeping order” Frencis replied as Petrov sat down and glared forward.
“Now Ansius, I severely doubt you missed me much, my mother is a perfect substitute for me” the jolly man said. Now much restored to his former self, he had missed much, but he was back and a prouder father could not be found. He thought of how someday his boy, his son, now a man, would occupy the chair he now was sitting in.
“That is very true, your mother is quite the strong willed character. I do so miss the sight of her hat” Ansius said with a grin. “In any case as I was saying before I was interrupted” he stared at Petrov. “We must replenish our ranks. By my count we have 21 seats to fill, and I am saddened to say most because of death” he said as his face and that of many in the room fell a bit.
“Move faster” Harry said as he slashed at her midriff with his fist and cut a hole in her robes.
She just growled as she defended with her arm and drove her fist forward while trying to suck in all the energy she could from around herself.
Harry stood there and dodged backwards at the last second then just viciously punched her in the face.
She groaned, her body ached, her fist was shattered, and her face was bruised.
“Again” Harry said calmly.
“Fuck you” she growled.
Harry planted his foot down and her body was shot up by a pillar of stone. He immediately punched Ximena straight in the face and knocked her several feet backwards.
“Again” he said again calmly.
She spit out blood, and looked at Harry murderously. Since they had passed the meditation part and started the physical part of the training he had been beating her senseless daily, for weeks now. “Fuck you Harry. I can’t fucking touch you it’s impossible you are too goo” she said hatefully.
Harry chuckled, “Bullshit, you are just not trying hard enough” he replied bluntly.
“What part of fuck you don’t you comprehend?” she growled back.
“Well if you’re so intent on it why don’t you go ahead and do it” he said with a smirk
“What!!??!?!” she asked angrily.
“Fuck me” he said with a cocky smile.
She just stood flabbergasted. She turned crimson as her mind flew to a million places. Harry took the opening and punched her square in the stomach. She had the wind knocked out of her and flew back several feet again. She landed with a thud and immediately straightened up and pulled her wand aiming it at Harry. “You fucking bastard” she said with new fire in her eyes.
Harry smiled, “Good, anger is good, maybe that is what you need. For a minute I just thought it was a good fucking” he said bluntly.
She fired a spell but Harry was not there anymore. His arm snaked around her and held her in place. “Let go of me you fucking asshole!” she growled.
“Now now gorgeous, maybe you do need a fucking. Just like the ones Daddy and his buddies used to do” he hissed in her ear.
It struck her heart and ripped it out. Suddenly she was putty in his arms. “How…?” he whispered.
“I can read minds, and yours is an open book every fucking night. I can’t believe how much you whisper and moan when you think about it, did you like it that much?” he asked evilly.
Suddenly she was a beast in his arms. “How the fuck dare you?!?!?! How the fuck dare you say that?!?!?! How dare you fucking invade my mind?” she screamed and followed it with a string of obscenities.
“Good, give me more” he demanded.
She broke from his grasp and punched. Her fist missed Harry and he connected with a knee to her sternum. She took the blow but bashed her skull into his nose. He backhanded her as she spun out and kicked his fast. Sparks where flying from her fists as she did this.
Harry wiped the blood off his busted lip and then smiled at her as they began to dance and beat each other senseless. She mercilessly attacked, little by little Harry released Spirit power, feeding her rage, her grief, her pain, bringing it to the surface and letting it burn out. Her moves intensified, her strength grew. Harry slowed down to take her hits, give her some sort of satisfaction. She kept coming as her emotions kept coming, all the anger she had bottled up, all the fear. The hours passed, darkness came, yet they still fought.
“Why won’t you just die you son of a bitch?” she yelled as the sun began to climb over the horizon.
“Wow, do I really make you that bloody randy?” Harry mocked in return.
Her fist connected with his nose, his fist connected with her stomach leaving her without air. Both reeled back. Harry drew Life energy in and healed his body in a flash. She fell on her knees, she gasped for air. Harry then heard something that he didn’t expect, laughter. Soft and raspy at first, but it grew. Harry looked closely and so that Ximena was crying. Laughter, sobs, and tears mixed together as she should laid there on her knees letting it all out. Harry gently, slowly, wrapped his arms around her, and then squeezed tight.
“I am sorry that happened to you. I am glad you are finally letting it out” he whispered. “No one should carry that much weight around, trust me, I should know” he added.
She kept crying until she passed out, he carried her to the bed and lay down with her in his arms. He fell into a deep sleep, though he didn’t need it. It was a custom he had picked up with Rose, sleeping together after sex, wrapped in the other’s arms. It was with thoughts of her that he fell asleep.
The next morning when he stirred there was another rather interesting sight waiting for him. Ximena laid there, in his arms, her eyes firmly fixed on his.
“Yes” she said.
“What?” Harry asked perplexed.
She blushed, “Yes you make me that bloody randy” she replied, then simply moved up and kissed him, deeply, as she wrapped her arms around him. What little was left of their tattered clothes quickly left them as Harry waved on the contraception spell and flesh met flesh. One could say it was a day of wild passion, where scratches, and love marks abounded as she let go of years of pent of energy. At first in soft love making, where try as she might the tears would not stop, her body and soul healing as she merged with Harry, but soon this intensified as she lost her inhibitions and her mind along with Harry’s. Night came and she was spent, mentally and physically she was lost to the world, laying for the first time in years, safely in a man’s arms. Harry got up, a stroke of brilliance….well striking him. He took two pieces of parchment and began to write in one. Then spelled the other, place a drop of blood on it, and then folded it up, kissed it and vanished both through a small dimensional portal.
October would prove to be a very profitable month for the Weasley twins. Or at least they thought so, after a finding a folded parchment along with a letter from Harry they had lost themselves in their lab and had emerged with a new product: Kissing Kandies.
“Brother, I do believe we are brilliant” George began.
“Why brother I would concur but for the fact that credit must be given where it is due” Fred replied.
“Yes and as always there is a chance Harry will curse us for not giving it” George added.
“All too true” Fred supplied.
They opened shop and put up a giant flyer outside, announcing the new product. That same day, all around the planet that banner announcing Kissing Kandies went up.
The banner magically changed and scrolled through the message over and over. “Come one come all, WWW proudly brings you our newest sensation, and we do mean sensation!!! The kisses of the most desirable men on the planet all in a convenient little bag. Kissing Kandies, you know you want one! Enjoy your favorite flavors, Playboy passion fruit, Genius grape, Prankster Pink Lemon, Lothario Lime, Rugged Raspberry, Sensitive strawberry, Meticulous Mango, Moneybags Melon, Wolfish watermelon, and our top flavor, Hero’s hot hot hot cherry”
That morning Pixy got up late, she had been having a terrible week. Fred hadn’t so much as written her. He and his brother had mysteriously locked themselves in their store and had refused to come out. Anastasia for her part was ready to slap her. Pixy had been mopping, and groaning, and complaining all week.
“Would you get up already, we need to open the store” Anastasia yelled up the stairs.
Pixy just rolled and covered her head.
“What the bloody hell!?!?!?!” Anastasia yelled.
Pixy leapt off the bed in a flash, a hundred thoughts invading her mind, top of which was that Fred was hurt. She raced down the stairs to find her sister clutching the front door of the shop and staring out.
“What are those bloody idiots up to now?” she roared and raced across the street.
Pixy didn’t miss her opportunity either as she raced after her sister. Not so much to stop her as to maybe catch a glimpse of Fred.
Anastasia burst through the door and paced up straight toward George till her nose was literally on his throat, him being a head taller than her.
“Explain” was all she said.
“Well top of the morning to you too lovely lass, welcome to Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes, the BEST PRANK STORE IN THE WORLD. How can I be of service?” he said with a wicked grin of triumph.
“Fred!!!” screamed Pixy and she launched herself into the air and wrapped her arms and legs around her boyfriend and started kissing him.
“Pixy” was all he managed to say before he was snogged senseless. “Maybe I should vanish more often” he said as he took a break from kissing her only to have her crush her lips right back on hers.
George and Anastasia where locked in their own little war, to focused to notice them.
“Cut the crap, what is this new product?” Anastasia growled.
“Oh, you saw the sign?” George asked casually.
“I think half of Japan saw the sign, the thing is just fucking huge like your head” she replied.
“Really? Thanks, we do try. So you interested in buying?” he said not dropping the grin of triumph for a millisecond.
“Why would I fucking want to buy something from…” she began to rant only to have something shoved in her mouth and having her mouth covered by a huge hand. She wrestled to get free, but in the end she decided it was easier just to chew, so she did, she felt the sweet rush of a sweet and sour lemon. Then it hit her, she felt someone wrap his arms around her, and give her a big, passionate kiss, at the end of which she could swear she could hear someone chuckling. She opened her eyes which she didn’t remember closing and saw that George had removed his hand and was now standing staring at her with a triumphant grin on his face.
He threw her a small bag with a big kiss mark on it, “That will be a sickle” he said as he wrung her up.
She pulled out the silver coin, laid it on the counter, took the receipt, turned around and left.
“Works like a charm” he said as he deposited the coin in the register. He turned and looked at his brother.
“Eww, bloody hell, take it upstairs you two. Merlin knows she is dressed for it” he said to the pair that were still kissing.
“Huh” said Fred.
“What are you talking…?” Pixie answered and then both looked down and noticed that she was wearing a rather revealing nightie.
Fred started panting with a huge grin and let out a howl.
Pixie turned redder than his hair and ran up the stairs.
“Oy, wrong house, yours is across the street” George said half smiling.
“Shush, don’t spoil it you twat” Fred said with a wolfish grin as he sped up the stairs after her.
George just chuckled and shook his head. He had finally accepted their relationship. She made his brother happy, and a happy Fred was a great thing.
Across the street, Anastasia had reached her door, opened it, gone through, then closed it and laid back on it and then slid down to the floor as her legs gave out. The kiss the felt rocked her world. After what seemed like hours in stunned silence she looked down into her hand where there was an open bag, she further opened the draw string and drew out a round candy, purple in shape, she studied it before finally popping it into her mouth and chewing. It was a rush of grape flavor. Then she felt like a strong man had swept her off her feet, plunged her down and kissed her clumsily, but firmly. Then she opened her eyes and stared down at the bag. That second kiss was good, but not like the first. She searched again, this time she drew an orange one, she popped it in and felt like a sweet flavor passed through her mouth, passion fruit, then a strong kiss, firm, experienced, still not as good as the first. She tried another, mango, then a soft, chaste kiss that lasted way to long. Another, sweet melon, and a deep kiss, as she felt her body hugged tight against another. Then raspberry, she felt like she was crushed against a tree with someone kissing her mouth and neck roughly. Strawberry, a sweet and tender kiss. Lime, she felt the sky and the ground switch places, it was a kiss that denoted passion, experience, raw power, she felt her body turn to water at it as the kiss that started in her mouth spread all over her body. She was impressed, but that kiss, as great as it was, still didn’t feel as wonderful and mind blowing as the first. Watermelon, she felt like she was thrown clear across a room, her skin being torn by rough hands as a the kiss consumed her hungrily, desperately, all consumingly. She was left gasping for air a minute afterwards from the intensity. From the colors she was down to two. She picked the red because it looked more passionate and she was right, it was spicy, very spicy, with a great cherry flavor, then the kiss hit her, if the lime had been good, this was insane. The kiss started in her mouth, then she felt it on her chest, then her back, then her thighs, then inside her, she felt like lightning was running through her as she surrendered to ecstasy only for it to vanish and leave her gasping on the ground unable to move. After a few minutes she composed herself and tried the pink one, it was the same flavor, she waited with baited breath and then the kiss hit her…it was all wrong, it felt wrong, it wasn’t the same kiss, it was gross and terrible, she tried another pink one, it was the same, then another the same. She growled angrily as she tried the last pink one, and then it happened again, it was as if the heavens themselves opened and angels sang. It wasn’t as powerful, rough, passionate, or erotic as any of the others, but even so it felt like more, it felt like the very air she needed to breath and all too soon it was over. She searched the bag desperately but found no more pink ones. Without thinking she exited her store, all the people were beginning to head towards WWW. Not even caring that she had no business thanks to the newest product that they twins had come up with she crossed their door, picked three bags, put three sickles on the table in front of a stunned George, and then turned and left without so much as a word.
“You forgot your receipt” he yelled after her.
She didn’t stop or slow, she entered her shop picked out all the pinks and began trying them, some were good others sucked. When she finished them she tried the other flavors, “What the fuck? All the other flavors work the same EVERY TIME!” she growled exasperatedly.
Apparently she was the only one that noticed, for sales that week were off the charts as they usually were when a brilliant product was put up by WWW.
“Brother, do remind me to hug Harry when I see him” George mused with a grin.
“Indeed brother, I thought it impossible but he is making us even richer” Fred replied.
“I was talking about Anastasia, I have never seen anyone so cowed” George said with a victorious smile.
Fred on the other hand dropped his smile. “Don’t remind me, Pixy has been in a fit about it. She is worried about Anastasia” he commented.
“Really?” George said losing his smile again and growing concerned.
“Yes, she has been distracted. She just stands there in a daze all day, barely acknowledging the customers, according to Pixy it all started the day that we launched the new product” Fred replied.
“Well I did sell her a couple of bags. Might have gotten snogged senseless” George chuckled, but there was no real depth to his laugh.
Across the street Anastasia was lost in thought. Pixy was staring at her.
“Hey sis, are you ok?” she asked.
“Yea” Anastasia droned.
“Sure your ok?” she asked.
“Yea” came the same monotone reply.
Pixie stared at her intently, “I think you are naked” she commented
“Yea” came the reply
“Oh look there goes Fred, he is starker’s too” she added.
“Yea” Anastasia continued.
“Isn’t his brother George just fucking sexy?” Pixy asked worried but enjoying it.
“Yea” she replied, there was a two second pause. Pixy expected her to break out of it, but she didn’t even flinch.
Pixy walked up to her, then slapped her….hard
“OWWW, why the fuck did you do that?” Anastasia cried.
“Good your still there, I was getting worried. What the fuck is wrong with you sis?” Pixy asked.
Anastasia blushed, fidgeted then started looking for something she hadn’t lost. “Nothing” she replied.
Pixy stared her down, “Are you on drugs?” she asked.
“No” Anastasia replied intently.
“Period?” Pixy continued.
“NO! And ewww sis, that is so not your business” she replied.
“Is it a boy?” Pixy asked with a smirk.
“Yes…I mean no, I mean….urgh” Anastasia said exasperatedly.
Pixy started jumping up and down, “Oooooh, this sounds good, now spill sister, I want to hear everything” she said excitedly.
Anastasia looked away and started to walk away, “Forget about it, it’s nothing, it’s stupid” she groaned.
Pixy rushed around the counter, jumped her from behind and then pinned her to the ground. “Spill” she said
“What the fuck?” screamed Anastasia as she crashed face first to the ground. “Are you fucking insane?” she growled.
“Spill” Pixy insisted.
Anastasia tried to get her off, but her efforts failed. “Urgh, fine. I’ll talk” she groaned.
“I am listening” Pixy said not moving an inch.
Anastasia rolled her eyes, “Ok, so the other day I tried Kissing Kandies”
Pixy gasped, “You did?!?!?!” she said surprised.
Anastasia just shut her eyes, “Damn girl, you were there for crying out loud. You were kissing the shit out of your boy” she replied.
“Oh, ok so what happened?” Pixy replied a bit embarrassed at the memory, specially her wardrobe.
“So anyways I tried them all but the Pink Lemon…” she said.
“Merlin isn’t it so good!! Well, I mean…” Pixy exclaimed.
“Half the time” they both said together.
“You tasted that too?” they cried in unison.
“I mean what is up with that. Sometimes I swear it’s like fireworks and then the other half it’s like….so….” Anastasia explained.
“Wrong, gross, terrible” Pixy supplied.
“Yea” Anastasia said as she tried to get up.
“Not yet, so other than developing a liking for something George Weasley made, what is wrong?” Pixy asked, she knew she was potentially opening a huge can of worms but she was shocked when her sister replied something so unexpected.
“Can a girl fall in love with a candy?” asked Anastasia.
“Ok that’s just fucked up, you need to get laid sis” Pixy said instinctively.
Anastasia pushed up and managed to get free. “Urgh, forget I said anything, I told you it was stupid” she said and began to leave.
“Petrificus Totalis” said Pixy as a beam struck her sister. She got up and went around her. “Ok then, let me get this straight, blink once for yes, twice for no. You are saying you’re in love with the candy?” she asked.
Anastasia blinked once, then twice.
“Ok, you’re confused on that point. You sure it’s not drugs” Pixy argued.
Anastasia blinked twice and glared at her.
“Hum, you think you’re in love with whomever it is that is kissing you when you eat the candy” she asked
Anastasia blinked once.
“Fine wait here” Pixy said as an idea struck her.
Anastasia rolled her eyes, “As if I had a choice”
Pixy opened her door and went across the street. She was in luck Fred was at the counter.
The redhead smiled as he saw his girl walk in. “Hey love, come to get you daily dose of…” he began yet didn’t finish as at that moment his girl attacked his lips hungrily.
“Fred” she began then kissed him again, “I need” she continued kissing him, “to ask” she continued, “you something” and then jumped on him and wrapped her legs around him. Thankfully there were no customers there as she was pretty much dry humping him.
“I'll tell you anything, ask, I’ll even tell you about that time in France that my twin and I…” he began.
She put a finger to his lips, “Ok, how do you put the kiss in your Kissing Kandies?” she asked.
Fred looked uncomfortable, “Love the formula is really a secret, I mean Harry would kill me if I…” he began.
“Harry made them?” she asked as a piece fit into place. Of course the twins would get something that brilliant from Harry, Merlin knows if they tried on their own it would take them months to come up with it. She could have been separated from her man for months if it wasn’t for Harry. She made a mental note to give Harry some gratitude and to make sure Fred never did something so retarded as lock himself with his brother away from her again.
“Yea, so if I told you the formula he would likely kill me, or worst” he said and then shuddered at the thought.
“Hum, valid point. Ok, how bout this. Are the kisses purely formula, or is there a human element involved?” she asked trying to work around it to get what she wanted.
“Oh, you want to know if there is really someone that snogs that well?” he said a bit disappointed, jealous, and proud, depending on which candy she liked.
“Yes, in particular I am interested in one the flavors, Anastasia is….well curious to say the least as to if there is a person behind it” she replied.
Fred sighed in relief, “Oh that I can tell you, each flavor has a person behind it. An actual wizard that put hi s kiss into the formula” he replied thanking his lucky stars it wasn’t about Pixy liking one kiss in particular, but at the same time a bit disappointed.
Pixy smiled brightly, “Really!?!?! Who are they?” she asked excitedly.
“Well Playboy passion fruit is Seamus Finnegan, he runs a brewery, he is a bit loose with the girls, the booze and the money. Genius grape is my little brother Ronnykins; he is good at wizard’s chess and a brilliant strategist. Lothario Lime is Sirius Black, our CEO; he is a notorious lady-killer, that one is our second most popular flavor. Rugged Raspberry is my big brother Charlie; he is heading up the dragon preserve back home. Sensitive strawberry is Neville Longbottom, he runs a giant garden of some sort, he is an all around nice guy, he is the third most popular, we aren’t too sure if it’s because of the strawberry or him. Meticulous Mango, is my prat of an older brother Percy, Merlin is he a pain, we are thinking of taking that flavor out for the sake of mercy on all our consumers. Moneybags Melon, is my eldest brother, Bill, he works in Gringots, big with money. Wolfish watermelon is Remus Lupin, werewolf, and an all around great guy. And our top seller, Hero’s hot hot hot cherry is of course, our glorious partner, and hero extraordinaire, Harry James Potter” Fred explained.
Pixy absorbed all that information in, it was no wonder it was selling that well, those kisses were not only great, but they were all from the most famous wizards in Europe, but the one she was interested in was… “Prankster Pink Lemon, that’s my favorite flavor, though half the time it sucks…” and then it hit her, the word play, if ever you associated a face to prankster it would be….”YOU, you and George are the ones that put your whatever into that flavor” she shrieked.
“Hey, I do hope the half the time I sucks is when its George in there, and I do hope you aren’t gobbling those blasted things up, your lips are mine and you could….ehm gain weight” he said getting a bit angry.
The wheels in Pixy’s head began to spin in overdrive. “Get up and come with me” she commanded.
Fred knew better than to argue with a woman that sounded like that. He followed her across the street and into her shop. “Why is your sister petrified?” he asked.
“Never mind that. Kiss her” she commanded.
“WHAT!?!?!” Fred asked stunned, Anastasia would have also but she was rather unable at the moment.
“Do it” she shrieked.
Fred quickly gave her a peck and then backed away to a wall.
Pixy drew her wand, “I mean REALLY kiss her” she said angrily.
Fred leapt out of fear and wrapped his arms around her, closed his eyes and really laid one on her as Pixy simultaneously removed the spell.
The kiss lasted for a good 5 or 6 seconds, seconds that were years for Pixy. Then they broke and both had faces of disgust on.
“Good Merlin that was gross” Fred gacked.
“What the fuck is wrong with you Pixy, that was just so…WRONG” Anastasia shrieked.
It was at this moment when the door to the shop slammed open.
“There you are! What is the bloody idea leaving the shop unattended” he looked around and saw the other twins. “OH, I see, you’re over here snogging that girl. Brother could you be serious this is after all war, I mean you really shouldn’t…” George began to rant but he was cut off.
Pixy kissed him, hard, a couple of second later she broke away.
“Good Merlin that was grow” George gacked.
“That’s what I said” Fred said angrily, “And stop snogging my girlfriend.
“She snogged me, and Merlin was that just wrong, it was like kissing…I don’t know Ginny. Urgh, don’t ever do that again you batty woman. Is that some weird Russian way of declaring war, cause it’s on now, there will be hell to pay….after I find a bucket to vomit into” George said and then stormed out.
“What the fuck is going on?” Anastasia shrieked, thoroughly confused.
“That’s what I would like to bloody know” Fred said angrily.
Pixy now kissed Fred, hungrily, passionately, then broke away. “Yep, thank Merlin, for a minute there I thought this was going to get ugly. And your brother is right, kissing him was just…Merlin I think I need to find a bucket” she said as she gagged.
“Hey are you going to barf on me now? I mean what is wrong with you woman? First you storm my shop, then you kiss me like, well wow, then you interrogate me, then you drag me here, then you make me kiss your sister….Merlin where is there a bucket, George was right that was like kissing Ginny, soo gross, then you kiss MY BROTHER, what is wrong with you” he ranted incoherently.
“Ok stop, let me explain” Pixy said before the other two began to rant again. “Anastasia, I think I have figured out your little dilemma” she began.
“Ok I am listening” she replied.
“And I am hoping ill understand” Fred added.
“Well we both like Prankster Pink Lemon….half the time. Well sis, meet that half the time you hate, and the half the time I like” Pixy replied cryptically.
Anastasia and Fred stared at her. Then gears locked into place for Fred.
“Oh bloody hell, you mean she fancies the guy she is snogging the other half of the time she eats it?” he asked surprised.
Pixy just nodded.
Fred grinned, “Oh this is just too good. He is going to have a field day with this” he said as mischief spread all over his face.
“You will do nothing of the sort if you don’t want to end up cursed and without access to these lips…and everything else that is attached” Pixy said angrily.
And then it clicked for Anastasia, “You mean that these two morons put their own kiss into the Pink Lemon…” and then the other side of it clicked. “Fucking shit, you mean the guy who is driving me insane is George fucking Weasley!?!??!?” she growled. “OF fucking course, it had to be him that complicates my existence, who knows what fucked up magic he put into those shitty things. There is no way in hell he is that good a kisser. I wouldn’t be surprised if all the rest where doped up versions of himself. I mean Hot hot cheery and Lothario Lime, no one can kiss that good” she ranted.
“Oh you mean Harry Potter and Sirius Black” Fred said with a grin.
“THE Harry Potter, and THE Sirius Black!?!?!?!” Anastasia said stunned.
Pixy then explained all the rest.
“No wonder those blasted things are selling so well” Anastasia growled.
“So we are back to the point where you fancy my brother” Fred said with a grin.
“I don’t not fancy that pompous ass” Anastasia shrieked.
“Oh, so you have been checking out his ass as well then” Fred concluded.
“Why would I stare at that skinny thing?” she contested.
“Then how do you know its skinny?” Fred countered.
“URGH, you both….eh….suck” she replied.
“Sharp” Fred said grinning triumphantly.
“Enough, both of you calm down” Pixy said stepping between them.
Of course it was at the moment when five dung bombs rolled down the chimney and blew up.
All three raced outside to find George laughing hysterically.
Anastasia reacted first, “You want war, well war you shall have. I will end you” she growled as she got up to Georges face and stared him down.
“Sister…” Pixy began.
“And you too” she said staring down Fred. “And don’t you sister me” she said to Pixy as she dragged her back to the shop that was still steaming the bad smell out.
“Wicked” George said evilly.
“Merlin I hope they know what they have gotten themselves into” Fred groaned preparing for the worst, the Black Marauders worst.
Far, far away, Hogwarts was in an uproar. The entire student body and faculty had fallen prey to the newest Weasley invention, one that had not been launched yet, a certain parchment that when red made one change color. The only one seemingly unaffected by this outrageous prank was one Ginny Weasley.
“Ms. Weasley, do you honestly expect me to believe that?” McGonagall said as she was losing her patience. She kept staring at the World Cup that Harry had won the year before to try and calm herself. She was blue with multicolored polkadots.
Ginny was trying very hard to hold back her laughter.
“Honestly Headmistress, I have no clue why I am unaffected. I believe it’s probably due to the fact I don’t study from other people’s notes. From what I have heard it affects those that read from magic parchment, I just haven’t really been using parchment. Harry was nice enough to send me this huge spiral notebook from Mexico, so I have been lugging it around. Those muggles are truly ingenious at times” Ginny said innocently.
McGonagall fumed, she was at a loss. She couldn’t prove Ginny had anything to do with it, for all she knew it could have been just a stroke of luck that Harry had sent her a Muggle notebook and that prevented her from being exposed to the tampered supply of parchment that had mysteriously wound up in everyone’s possession. She had repeatedly sent letters and even howlers to Fred and George Weasley and had only received back a letter saying they had nothing to do with it, but that they would research it since it sounded like a great invention. That and a large supply of Muggle make up, which was pretty much useless.
Finally after several moments of tense silence in which Ginny sat looking innocent, McGonagall sighed. “Very well, ill concede this round. In any case I called you up for another purpose, Halloween is coming up and as Head Girl it is part of your responsibility to set it up. Once again we will be making it a Girls Prerogative dance. If you need any help from the staff, please let me know” she said calmly but hiding a mischievous grin, both for her love of that theme, and for the fun she had sticking it to the Marauders... well at least the ones that weren’t Harry, she thought. Ginny nodded and exited her office.
Ginny groaned, both for the work it would mean, and for the fact she had no one to go with, her and Neville were getting distanced and it didn’t help that he was spending more time with his parents and was working for Harry.
“Bloody hell, that bastard manages to make my life suck even long distance” she growled about her leader. She sighed and continued on her way to the dorm already trying to come up with a good ideas for the party and for a date.
Later that week, the Wizemgot was meeting, the ENTIRE wizemgot. This was truly a rare occasion as rarely did the inherited seats and the elected seats gather. Only when matters of extreme importance or urgency were discussed did a full attendance occur. Usually only about half would attend to discuss matters. In the crowd were many people including the entire Weasley clan, who came at Sirius’s request.
And old man, very tired looking with a beard that made Dumbledore’s look short stood up.
“I am pleased to see that today we count with a full body, with the exception of course of the empty chairs” he said making reference to the fact that the chair of the Head Mugwomp, and those of a few inherited seats were vacant, among them those of Malfoy, Goyle, Crabbe, and Lestrange, known Death Eaters. Also among them were some seats empty from families that had been killed. In the crowd stood many known people including most of the order and a few others.
“This being said we have much to discuss. I guess the first place we should start is with precisely those empty seats” the old man began.
“I protest this” said Petrov Perkinson.
“You would” muttered many people in the crowd.
“Ah Mr. Perkinson, I am so glad to see that you managed to get acquitted of your charges. Now given that you obviously have a relatively loose understanding of our laws let me explain something to you. By wizarding law, any and all convicted war criminals have their family assets seized and their honors and seats stripped” the old man explained.
Petrov was a bit shaken but continued, “But Mr. Frencis, there are inheritors!” he replied.
“Said inheritors being convicted criminals as well. As such, and by majority vote of the Wizemgot, those seats shall be taken and there will have to be replaced” replied Ansius Frencis, elder of the Wizemgot.
“But…” Perkinson began.
“Sit your bloody ass down Perkinson. NOW!!!” commanded a voice that echoed in the hall.
“Ah, Frank Longbottom, we so did miss you in our meetings. You always had a way with keeping order” Frencis replied as Petrov sat down and glared forward.
“Now Ansius, I severely doubt you missed me much, my mother is a perfect substitute for me” the jolly man said. Now much restored to his former self, he had missed much, but he was back and a prouder father could not be found. He thought of how someday his boy, his son, now a man, would occupy the chair he now was sitting in.
“That is very true, your mother is quite the strong willed character. I do so miss the sight of her hat” Ansius said with a grin. “In any case as I was saying before I was interrupted” he stared at Petrov. “We must replenish our ranks. By my count we have 21 seats to fill, and I am saddened to say most because of death” he said as his face and that of many in the room fell a bit.