RP: An April Fool for You

[pb_george]

characters: George Weasley, Katie Bell, Molly Weasley
date: 01 April 2000; lunch time
location: 93 Diagon Alley
status/warning: private/sexual situations
summary: Katie visits George on her lunch break to celebrate his birthday. Unfortunately, Molly has the same idea.
completion: complete

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[pb_katie]

As George thrust into her, Katie couldn't help but let out a low moan, squeezing her thighs around him for leverage as she did so. This was better than lunch. Arguably better than anything else, even if it was going to leave her with a few welts or maybe even blisters. It wasn't anything she hadn't had before and this was such a pleasant way to get them. She couldn't help but be loud. Besides, she knew that it turned George on, especially when she moaned right into his one good ear.

[pb_molly]

Molly spent all morning making sure the small lunch she packed would be perfect. She thought she knew her son well enough to be fairly certain he was working hard in the shop below enjoying every prank he was able to play on unsuspecting cutomers. Therefore, she didn't think twice about flooing right in. She'd set up a nice lunch for just the two of them to show him how much he meant to her even with Fred being gone. Then she would go down stairs and surprise him.

A drop of powder, a well enunciated location, and a flash of green later, Molly was emerging from the fire place. It took a moment for her to get reoriented. Out of habit she looked down and began to immediately brush the soot off her outfit. However, her hand paused midway down her torso as she heard the unmistakable sounds of a female in the throws of passion. Slowly she looked up.

"GEORGE FABIAN WEASLEY!" she yelled, her voice indignant at what she was seeing.

[pb_george]

He hadn't heard her come in. Maybe if he had complete, annihilating disaster might have been avoided. But Katie was searing, her lips and voice on his ear encapsulating, driving him with each thrust between those perfect, perfect thighs closer to his inevitable conclusion. And just there, on the peak of it, when he should have been hearing Katie's desperate mews, sliced a horrifying sound carried on the sharp, far-too-familiar syllables of George's full name the last voice a boy ever wishes to hear while on the brink of orgasm.

Somewhere, Fred was bawling.

'MUM!' George screamed and twitched, more horrified than a lobster in a pot of boiling water. The colour drained from his face, his brain, other now unusable body parts and pretty much packed it's bags and bolted for the door, leaving George a pale, vibrating mess as he stared at the very, very, very naked peak of his girlfriend's breasts. It took a few seconds before instinct, rather than the good sense to cover up, took over and George reached for his trousers which were

[pb_molly]

Molly wanted to tear her eyes away, she needed to tear her eyes away. Still, her human nature to stare at a spectacle was over riding her common sense.

"Kathryn Bell, you put some clothes on right now or I'm owling your mother." Molly didn't know whether the girl had moved to put her clothing on but she sincerely hoped the girl was well ahead of her suggestion.

"What in Merlin's name is going on here?" she continued not because she didn't recognize the act, but becasue she wasn't sure how she'd stumbled across such things in the middle of the day.