for fun and I have no money, so suing would be highly overrated!
~Love scenes censored. Language and slight adult situations. Not for kids.~
Colorblind by Teda
All was quiet on the home front. Too quiet. After the explosive scene at the Johnson's, the
couple were waiting for the other shoe to drop. Still, after taking two days off to spend time
alone with his soon-to-be wife, Fred reluctantly went back to the joke shop. Or more to the
point, Angelina threatened him with bodily harm if he didn't stop worrying about her and went
to work.
Sighing, Fred unlocked the front door the shop and prepared to set up the days items. Not two minutes into the job, George strolled in sporting his new pair of donkey ears. Seeing his brothers resigned expression, Fred tried to hold in his laughter. Tried being the word here.
Angelina, although angry with her parents, was still enraged by what George had done to her mother. And like any clever woman, she made him pay for it. In spades. He had acted like an ass, so she made him into one! Fred personally thought the tail, long furry ears and buck teeth were a nice touch.
"Shut it! I know you want to laugh, git." George snarled, stomping in the back room, taking off a ridiculously long coat. He came out a few minutes later dressed in a long black robe hoping to hide the three foot tail sticking through the hole in his pants.
"You're right. HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Fred howled, bending down over the counter top, slamming his fist over and over again in mirth. Even with the tears leaking from the corner of his eyes, he could see his brother face flushed in anger.
"Cranky Angie, can't take a joke." George grumbled. He was all for a retaliatory prank, except when it was aimed at him! He probably would even get a kick out of her revenge later once the spell wore off. Still, large flopping donkey ears, a tail and huge teeth did not look good to the ladies.
"I'm just glad it was you and not me. You know she's into that an eye for and eye mess. Be grateful she didn't pull a Mad-Eye Moody on you. You'd really be the ass she called you." Fred snickered. Just looking at George made him love and admire Angelina even more. She was almost as devilish as the two of them.
George narrowed his eyes at him, but refrained from decking Fred like he so wanted to do. After a bit the laughing stopped and even George could find something funny about the whole ordeal. Besides, the customers coming in seemed to love the look, many asking for the treat involved to cause George's transformation.
Business was steadily pouring in when Lee Jordan, his little sister Sharon, and Katie Bell stopped by. Fred eagerly greeted his friends as they walked to the counter, George hurriedly making himself scarce.
"Hey, you three. Come by to lay a little cash on me?" Fred asked, smiling to the ten year old little girl who blushed prettily.
Lee laughed while Katie shook her head in the negative. Lee Jordan, the twins best friend and partner in more than a few crimes, was as close to them as another brother. A tall black man, he now towered over his best friends. Very modern, he wore mostly Muggle clothing, kept his head shaved bald and carried around a cell phone along with his wand. The twins were still wary over that muggle invention. Very mellow natured, Lee was honestly the happiest person they knew and he deserved happiness. After losing both his parents in the Final War against Voldemort, most people would assume he'd become bitter, but not Lee. Losing his parents had been a turning point in his life. He'd devoted his life to becoming an top rate Auror, raising his younger sister singlehandedly and becoming the father figure she needed.
As for Katie, she, Angelina and Alicia were inseparable. If she wasn't with Angelina on off days, she was with Alicia or Lee. Having cut all her long hair off, Katie wore it in a short cut, streaked with blond and brown highlights. The rest of the bunch secretly hoped something would become of the Lee/Katie friendship, but nothing had. That they knew of anyway.
Angie and he would have to spill the beans soon. It made him wonder how the girls would react when the wedding/pregnancy was announced. Probably be all girly and start crying and stuff.
Besides George, only Lee and Alicia and Katie knew of a relationship between him and Angie. Unlike opinionated family members, the friends unconditionally supported them.
"Stop flirting with my sister, Fred or I'll tell your girl on you." Lee smirked to his friend.Sharon's crush on the Weasley twins was a source of much chagrin for him. He looked down at his sister and smiled. Hair in two braided pony tails, a long turquoise dress and a muggle Hello Kitty purse, she was quiet adorable.
Katie giggled at the two before looking to the back room. She thought she saw movement. Wait a minute... did she just see a horses tail?!
"Um, where's George?" she questioned, turning back to Fred.
Fred's sudden laughter and a muffled curse in the back room warned her she was most likely in
for a wild story.
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While Fred was at work, Angelina headed off to the Chudley Cannons Quidditch stadium. Concerned with her pregnancy, she worked out a plan to hide her condition and continue playing until she became too heavy with child. Quidditch was a rough sport after all and she had her worries, but knew that the few women players had more than their fair share of ridicule. A pregnant player would cause nothing but controversy and add fuel to the already heated debate about women playing in a mans sport.
The team was officially off for the day, but she knew for a fact one person would definitely be there. If there was anyone she could lay her secret on it was Oliver. Besides, what was the worse that could happen?
"Please stop crying, Oliver." Angelina sighed as her friend and fellow team mate wailed. He had taken the news a little harder than she'd thought. His blotchy red face and nose was not an attractive combination at the moment and she wondered what his fans would think seeing him now.
Ignoring her pleading, Oliver cried loudly, weeping into his hands. Just when the Cannons winning streak had been solidified, his best Chaser went off and got pregnant!
Thankfully the Cannon's stadium was empty except for a few workers and the two friends. Angelina would just die of embarrassment if anyone saw her consoling the crying man. Feeling sympathetic and slightly amused, she gently patted his back in response.
"Why, Angelina, why? What about the World Cup? How are we supposed to win if you're not on the team? You'll be too fat to sit a top a broom!" he sniffed into the hanky she whipped up.
Eye twitching at that remark, she held her tongue. No use giving him something more to cry about.
"I can play as long as I see fit or until Fred or my Healer says otherwise, so stop your blubbering. It'll be okay, Oliver." she smiled, hoping to reassure him.
He nodded, his crying jag winding down to faint sniffles and a hiccup or two. He tried to offer her the handkerchief back, but she firmly refused.
"If only...Angie, why couldn't you have waited? If you weren't pregnant, we'd be sure-you're going to continue with this pregnancy, I gather?" Oliver questioned, ending in a loud sigh.
"Oliver, what the hell are you implying to me?!"Angelina hissed, putting her hands on her hips, looking quite menacing in her dark violet robes.
And like all men before him, Oliver took the smartest and easiest way out of trouble.
"Uh, nothing. Nothing at all." He replied, wearily. Oliver just knew her pregnancy was going to be the death of him.
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Seven o' clock that evening, Fred Apparated home. He was pleasantly surprised to see the dinner table set, various foods laid out on the table and the room lit by candlelight. And best of all, Angelina dressed in a sexy form fitting blue nightie. She smiled saucily at him, sitting at the table drinking a glass of juice.
"Wow, you look gorgeous. Remind me to never come home late again!" Fred leered. He couldn't take his eyes away from her sexy long legs as she crossed them in a strictly feminine gesture.
He walked across the room to stand in front of her. His pants immediately felt tighter and he suddenly didn't give a damn about eating dinner. Fred caught hold of her chin and leaned down to kiss her. Her lips were so soft and appealing, he lost all coherent thoughts. He put his arms around her and hauled her gently up against him.
His kisses made her weak kneed and dizzy. She wrapped her arms around his thick neck, cuddling his obvious arousal and meeting him kiss for kiss.
Pulling his lips away from her mouth, he captured her ear lobe in his mouth and bit down softly. "Is it true about pregnancy making a woman horny?" Fred asked.
"Ask your Mum." Angelina teased.The loud groaning sound he made was not of pleasure but of horror at the answer she gave.
"You little minx. Keep bringing up my Mum and I'll be soft before you know it." He whispered, kissing her brow and running his palms up and down her firm backside. The silky material of her nightie adding a sensual aspect as he caressed it over her heated skin.
She chuckled. "So sorry."
"You'll have to make it up to me. That mental image was too traumatizing." he replied, smirking.
"Oh, poor baby. How ever will I make it up to you?" Angelina coyly answered, dropping little kisses over his neck, feeling the steady pulsed beat beneath the skin. She leaned back and licked at the corner of him mouth, grinning when he moaned.
"I'll think of something." Fred wagged his eyebrows suggestively, lifting her up in his arms. He
forced her to straddle his hips as they raced to the staircase and up to their bedroom.
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Meanwhile miles away at the Burrow...
"Well, Molly what do you think we should do?" Arthur Weasley asked his spouse as they sat down at the dinner table and rediscussed the letter they had been sent to the home.
"Family dinner. Call him home for a family dinner. We'll get to the bottom of this once and for all." Molly said determined.
Worded to be extremely angry and bitter, the letter from Mr. & Mrs. Johnson had been straight to the point. Their precious daughter was involved with a Weasley and they wanted blood. As insulting and demeaning the letter was to the Weasley parents, the information provided disturbed them. If what the letter said was true, Fred Weasley was soon about to receive the scolding of his young life!
Don't kill me! Sex scene continued next chapter. Thought I'd lighten the mood and cause
a little trouble. Don't want to send anyone on a depression watch with my fic. I'd like to
thank the reviewers, especially the consistent ones. Warms the old heart. *Sniff, sniff*
Anyhow, more drama, and such coming soon. Bye!