It all started with a prank. An innocent, harmless, prank done by two 16 year old twins. Charlie, visiting home for the holidays, had been filling out some paperwork when Fred and George appeared out of nowhere and offered him a cupcake. Not really thinking it through, he thanked them and bit into it. Only then did he realize his mistake. Out of a sudden, for no real reason, he felt like shagging a dragon. He apparated to the reserve and stumbled towards a particularly aggressive Welsh Green female.

Meanwhile at the Burrow…

"Gred?"

"Yes Forge?"

"I think we may have gone a bit too far."

"I agree good Forge. But there is no going back now. We must wait for the effect to wear off."

So they waited. But 15 minutes later, Charlie still hadn't returned.

"Forge, I do think we have a problem on our hands."

"That we do, Gred."

And with that, they apparated to the dragon reserve.

At the Dragon Reserve…

Charlie moaned in pleasure as the dragon swung its tail into his ribs once more. "Do it again." He whispered, falling to his knees. The dragon snorted in annoyance. For the past hour this puny human had been molesting her, and now she was quite exasperated. She roared and let a large, orange flame loose towards Charlie's general crotch area.

"*girly scream*". And with that, Charlie fainted. The dragon flew away in satisfaction.

Fred and George slowly emerged from their hiding place in the bushes. Menace 1 prodded Charlie with his foot. "Is he dead?" Thing 1 asked.

"Nah, just KO'd" Creature 2 replied.

"But why'd he keep after the thing after the effect wore off?"

"Fuck if I know. Let's get him out of here."