A/N: This story came around because I was wondering what if Mrs. Weasley wasn't the only one with an intimidating temper. The story takes place between the end of DH & the epilogue, the kids aren't born yet, but Ron, Hermione, Harry and Ginny are married.

Disclaimer: I don't own HP, unfortunately.

The female is deadlier than the male.

Ottery St. Catchpole, late one night:

The Boy (Man now) Who Lived cursed Ron Weasley under his breath; it was Ron's fault, after all, that he was currently fleeing from the Burrow as if his life depended on it. His life definitely did, if Hermione, or worse, Ginny caught him now he would rue the day he taught them jinxes when they were in the DA.

"You think we got away from them?" panted his fellow fugitive.

" Well, judging from the fact I can't feel spells flying past my head or hear any more curses, I' d say we're safe for now. Where did Ginny learn such language, Ron?" asked Harry.

"Charlie taught her some Romanian, it wasn't the kind mom would approve of. Hermione picked some up from her and I think some of what she said was Gaelic." replied Ron.

"That's what you get for going to Scotland for your honeymoon. Now, where do we go from here? You know how Hermione is she won't stop until she's killed us ….or worse."

"Don't worry I think I got just the right place for us. Let's go visit George." said Ron before Disapparating.

"George!! Ron I think you finally … Oh to hell with it. " said Harry realizing his friend hadn't waited for him and following his lead.

93, Diagon Alley, 5 minutes later:

Two figures suddenly appeared in the middle of the street before running for cover from the driving rain. One banged on the door of a brightly colored shop, whose sign said Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes. "Open up George, it's us Ron and Harry!!" yelled the red headed figure. The door burst open after a few minutes and the duo was yanked in.

" Why the hell are you yelling out in the middle of the street at this time of night? I've already got two warnings for 'disturbing the peace' as it is." said Ron's elder brother, George as he closed the door and lead them to the back of the shop.

" Sorry George, but we need to use your 'special service'." said Ron following him.

" Oh really, got into trouble already eh?" said his brother walking towards the 'Muggle Magic Tricks' section and tapping one of the display stands.

" Could someone please tell me what's going on?" said Harry as he followed the two Weasleys down the set of stairs that were revealed itself as the display stand slid forward a foot.

" Harry, welcome to the Weasley's Hideout for Harried Husbands." said George indicating the room they had reached. The room was huge and contained two rows of beds as well as everything a wizard could ever want, stacks of Daily Prophets, Which Broomstick, even a copy or two of the Quibbler, a transistor to listen to, plenty of butterbeer and of course a stand of Weasley merchandise. "I got the idea from hearing how Neville hid in the Room of Requirement in his final year. This place is Unplottable the whole she-bang. Now, normally I'd charge you two Sickles a piece per night, but you're family so I'll charge you half price."

"Gee, thanks. Bill what are you doing here?" asked Ron, addressing the only other occupant of the room.

"Same as you I expect." replied the eldest Weasley brother." Care to explain how you two got banished?"

"It's all his fault." replied Harry indicating Ron, ignoring the hurt look he got in return.

Begin flashback

Harry sighed as he walked up the path to the Burrow. He had taken a longer route to reach home today, he had had to or else he would have been mobbed by reporters as he left work. Even years after The Great War ended they still couldn't get enough of him, wanting a comment on everything from the Chudley Cannons' chances this year to the weather. Being Co-head of the Aurors (he had insisted Ron and Hermione be made Heads too) was bad enough as, it was what with cleaning up the last remnants of the Dark Army Voldemort had brought with him.

He opened the door of the Burrow and walked in, he and Ginny, along with Ron and Hermione were staying at the Weasley's home until their own houses at Godric's Hollow were completed. (The four of them had decided on Godric's Hollow since it was where Harry's parents were buried as were the rest of the Potters and they had felt it would only be right for Harry to be near his family, though the Weasley's were like family to Harry.)

He grimaced as he heard raised voices issue from the kitchen.

"NO!! A thousand times no! You are not I repeat not going to put curtains and carpets of that color in our house!" said Ron's voice.

"How about a few pieces of furniture then?" asked Hermione.

"NO!!"

"Why not?"

"It brings back bad memories that's why!"

Harry sniggered at that, he had glimpsed the color sample Hermione had in her hand. It was the same shade of maroon as the dress robe that Ron had worn to the Yule Ball in their fourth year( Ron still insisted it wasn't so much a dress robe but a dress). That certainly wasn't something Ron wanted to remember.

"Harry, could you please talk some sense into the nitwit over there." said Ginny, who was leaning on the chair Hermione was sitting on, throwing a glare towards Ron.

"I wonder if all the Weasley women just instinctively learn that glare." thought Harry as he glanced at Ron, who was now backing out of the room slowly under the combined glares of his wife and sister, both of whom reminded Harry strongly of Mrs. Weasley (who had gone to visit Great Aunt Muriel).

"Nitwit!! Who wanted that blood red mantelpiece, hmm?" demanded Ron hotly.

"It went with my hair!!" Ginny shot back.

"Actually, I have to agree with Ron there, that mantelpiece was a bit lurid." said Harry.

End flashback

"And it went all down-hill from there, next thing I know I'm being chased out of the house with Jelly Legs jinxes and Full Body Binds missing me by an inch." concluded Harry with a sigh.

"There isn't a book in the world that can help you out when you got two angry witches after you." added Ron. "What about you, Bill?"

"It was a dress, and all I can say is I'm glad Fleur and Vicki are only part Veela or I might have got a few more scars."

"Well I'll leave you cheery gentleman, it's late. Goodnight." said George.

"G'night." said the other three heading to bed.

Ottery St Catchpole, 15 days later :

Harry rested his head on the table, he was glad to be back. It had taken two weeks of 'negotiations' by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley representing the two sides (Mr. Weasley almost joined Harry and Ron at Diagon Alley) before Harry and Ron could enter the Burrow without the Weasley clock showing them to be in Mortal Peril(Mrs. Weasley had added hands for Harry and Hermione after the trio's adventures searching for Horcruxes, just in case).

"YOU DID WHAT?!!" said a loud voice.

" I THOUGHT YOU'LD LIKE IT!!"

"Here we go again.." thought Harry" maybe I ought to talk to George about Lifetime Memberships."

THE END?

A/N: Can anyone guess which book Ron's referring to?