"Okay you guys. This isn't funny anymore. I demand you let me out of this chair this instant!" Ron struggled against the Invisbond Bill had placed on Ron to keep him on the chair. The soft blind fold over his eyes tickled his nose and Ron growled in frustration.
Fred and George appeared by either ear. "If we let you go now baby brother," George began.
"You'll miss your big surprise," Fred finished.
Even Charlie threw in his two cents on the matter, "trust me, you want to stay for this."
Ron slumped against the chair, ceasing his struggles. "Could you at least scratch my nose?" he whined, quickly turning into a sigh of relief as a finger scratched away the inch in his nose.
"So where's this surprise anyways?" Ron demanded. He felt a hand pat him on the shoulder, judging by the force and long fingers, he knew it was Bill.
"Be patient little brother. You'll get it soon enough." Ron grunted in annoyance.
What the hell is a bloody bachelor's party anyways?
Ron thought bitterly to himself.
The music shifted immediately from classic rock to what Ron recognized as Muggles' rap. He could feel the bright lights over his head dim a bit and the heavy music pounding music in his head made it difficult to focus.
A wand tapped his temple and the blindfold fell away to reveal a brunette goddess standing before him, clad in jeans and a black tank top that had a gold lion designed on it. The goddess smirked at him in an all-knowing way Ron recalled seeing before but he couldn't remember from where.
"Guys, I don't think this is such a great idea. What if—" She placed her index finger on his lips, "shh, Mr. Weasley. Everything will be fine." Her voice came out like honey and Ron could feel the sweet taste settling on his lips as she bent down to kiss him.
Her lips were soft, but firm. They promised gentle retreat and a harsh word in the same moment. Ron desired nothing else to run his fingers through her mass of curls.
You're getting married in two days and you're already looking at other women! How shameful and pathetic and a guy get?
Ron's eyes were wide as she pulled away from the soft kiss and she huffed. Turning towards Charlie, she placed her small hands on her hips, "you said he'd be willing to participate. He won't enjoy it if I force it on him."
She has hair like Hermione. Ron thought to himself as she brushed a strand of hair off her face, looking a bit flustered.
Charlie turned towards Ron, "I know you don't understand Ron, but trust me on this. It's perfectly okay. I'm your brother, you really think I'd allow; even encourage you to cheat on your wife-to-be?"
Ron thought about this for a moment and then nodded at Charlie. He then looked at the brunette, "does she at least have a name?"