for fun and I have no money, so suing would be highly overrated!
~Love scenes and language. Not for kids.~
Colorblind by Teda
Racing toward the kitchen, Molly waved her copy of the Daily Prophet in the air. She sat down
next to her husband as she, Arthur, Angelina and the twins enjoyed breakfast together at The
Burrow. "Oh my, listen to this, Arthur." she said.
Augustus Applejack, of The Grunglenap Grinders, was hospitalized yesterday
after being hexed by an unknown source. Mr. Applejack was said to have received
a package in the mail from an unknown address. Although not one of the smartest
moves, he opened the package which contained undiluted bubotuber pus. His
face, hands and groin area are being treated for sores.The Grunglenap Chaser is
being hospitalized at St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, the
same hospital he had sent Chaser Angelina Johnson-Weasley, of the Chudley
Cannons, only two weeks earlier. Asked if there was any truth to the rumor
Fred Weasley, Angelina's husband, was out to get him, Applejack declined comment....
Molly glared as all eyes turned to look at the twins. Fred nonchalantly continued drinking his cup of coffee, while George forked in another spoonful of eggs and hash, not meeting anyone's gaze.
"Boys, you ought to be ashamed of yourselves!" Molly scolded her children.
"What? We didn't do anything!" The twins said in unison. They blinked together, surprised that they had done something so twin like.
Angelina sighed when the two began laughing. She was flattered her sweetie would get revenge for her sake, but still, undiluted bubotuber pus? She wouldn't wish that painful mess on anyone. She was just grateful to be out of St. Mungo's and that her babies were safe. Half listening to Molly reprimand her husband and brother-in-law, Angelina reached for the sports page. The Chudley Cannons had won another game! She was happy the team had gone ahead with the game and won it after she'd been rushed to the hospital. They were down to one last game that would decide if they went to the Quidditch World Cup or not. She had faith they would succeed. Heck, Oliver wouldn't stand for anything less!
"Angelina, dear." Molly said, shaking the young girl from her silent muses. Looking up, Angelina watched with curiosity when her mother-in-law tapped her husbands hand. Arthur immediately got up from his chair and walked into the living room. Opening the hallway closet, he took out a long white medium sized box.
"This is for you, Angelina. From Molly and I." Arthur said, walking back to the table and placing the box near her plate. Looking for confirmation, Angelina pulled off the top while Fred leaned over her shoulder to see.
She gasped loudly seeing two identical baby gowns side-by-side wrapped in tissue paper. Picking one up, she smiled. They were absolutely adorable! White, with frilly lace collars, the long gowns exceeded her arms in length. She knew instantly these were the twins clothes. She felt honored Molly and Arthur were giving them to her.
"Oh, Merlin, not our baby clothes! I thought we burned those when we were nine?" George groaned. Fred nodded in agreement. Those hideous gowns brought back many a horrible childhood memory of their Mum showing off their baby pictures to anyone and everyone. She still did it to this day!
Molly gave them the evil eye as she wrapped her arms around her mates waist. "Humph, you tried. Do you honestly think I'd allow you to destroy your baby clothes? Not in my life time, mister."
"They are beautiful. Thank you, Molly, Arthur. I'd be honored to put these on the twins when they are born." Angelina grinned. She laid the gown she was holding against her stomach and winked at her husband.
"We have so many more items up in the attic you could use for..." Molly went on speaking, although Angelina listened with one ear. That familiar and welcome feeling of movement in her belly was back again. It was a relief. Even with the Healers reassuring her everything was fine, it was nice to know her little Chasers were doing well.
"Yes, dear." Arthur chuckled, picking up his plate and scooting away from the table. He dropped it in the sink of water, while the twins handed their plates to him. Molly went to work pointing her wand at the dishes to finish up the cleaning job.
Caught daydreaming again and not knowing what was going on, Angelina watched as Arthur and George headed for the upstairs attic. Seeing Angelina's perplexed look, Fred smiled.
"Gonna go up in the attic and scrounge around for more stuff for the kids." Fred said, leaning down and giving his wife a quick kiss. Thinking that little kiss wasn't enough, he lowered his head and kissed her with such passion, her arms wound around his neck. They fed on each other with mating tongues and roving hands. A loud clearing of Molly's throat broke through their lusty haze. Blushing, Angelina pulled away pretended to involved with wrapping the gown back up in its box. Fred cheekily grinned to his Mum as he saluted and ran up the stairs.
"Well, uh, would you care for something more to eat, dear?" Molly asked, red faced. Seeing her sons passionate kiss flustered her. She still had to get use to the idea of her boy being an adult doing adult things!
"No, thank you." Angelina said, fiddling with the handle of her fork.
Nervously, Molly went and sat across the table from the younger girl."Angie, dear, I hope you realize you can come and talk to me about anything if you have questions. You know it's quite natural for you to be well...aroused at this time of pregnancy. Sex is an important..."
*AHHHHHHHHHHH!* Angelina mentally screamed as her mother-in-law started explaining about sex during pregnancy and horniness and hormones. Trapped, Angelina was forced to endure Molly's sex education lesson. Fervently, she promised to Obliviate herself once she got home!
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The minute the couple Apparated to their residence after visiting the in laws, doing a memory charm was starting to look like a good idea.
"Shut up! It's not funny! I'm traumatized here." Angelina snapped as Fred rolled around on the floor of their bedroom, laughing. Grabbing a pillow off the bed, she started beating him on the head and shoulders furiously.
Snickering, he smiled up at his angry wife. "You should have seen the look on your face when I came and rescued you. You looked like you just had a mouthful of Hagrid's cooking."
"Hagrid's cooking would have been preferable to your Mum's sex talk! Ugh!" Shuddering, Angelina tossed the pillow aside. She plopped down on the edge of the bed with a sigh. Aside from the mental scaring, they had received beautiful baby clothes and toys. It didn't matter if most were well worn and old, it was still very sweet to get something precious from her husbands childhood. Ignoring Fred, she started gathering the clothes together.
"Silent treatment, huh? I'm crushed. Bet I can make you talk to me." He mumbled. Watching her work, he leered playfully. A sneaky thought crossed his mind as he remained on the floor. Crouching in front of her, he grabbed a baby bonnet from her hands.
"Angel, you look tired. I think you deserve to treat yourself. Go run a nice long bath. I'll take care of all this." Fred said, gesturing to the many boxes on top of the covers.
Lifting her eye brows, she folded her arms. "You're not going to accidently dispose of any of these clothes, are you? I'll sic your Mum on you if you do." She replied, smirking.
"I promise to behave. No go run a bath." Fred smiled.
After giving him her most suspicious look, she shrugged. The minute the bathroom door shut, Fred gleefully rubbed his hands together. Running the water, she slipped off her blue maternity dress and knickers. Adding raspberry bubble bath, she tested the water and it was perfect. She slid in and relaxed, the water deliciously hot as she leaned against the rim of the tub. Angelina sighed in pleasure, lazily dragging her fingers through the sudsy water. Horrible thoughts of Molly, her sex talk and such were the farthest from her mind. Eyes closed, she didn't acknowledge Fred's presence when the bathroom door opened and closed.
"Now that is a lovely sight." Fred said softly. And she was. With her hair pulled back on top of her head, tiny curls framed her beautiful face. Even heavy with child, she was sexy. His husky tone of voice had her opening her eyes. She smiled widely seeing him proudly standing naked in front of the door.
"And that's a very nice picture if I don't say so, also. Care to join me?" she asked. She thought about the hot kiss they shared earlier and was more than happy to get back to where they left off.
"Don't mind if I do." He climbed inside the large tub. Moving about, they settled in the most comfortable position for very pregnant Angelina. She leaned against his chest as his hands wrapped around her waist. Quiet moments like these made him grateful. Only weeks before he had been frightened he'd lost her. He vowed to keep her and the twins safe. He placed a tiny kiss on the back of his neck and smiled when she trembled. The lovely, womanly scent she carried warmed his blood and aroused his senses immediately.
"I thought this was going to be a relaxing bath? Your poking me says otherwise." She joked.
He tilted her face up for his kiss with his right hand. His mouth nipped at her bottom lip, teasing a response from her. His tongue darted out to map the shape of her soft mouth, drawing soft moans from her lips. Their mouths dueled together as his hands roamed lazily up and down her bare arms, gliding over her ample chest. He cupped the fullness of her breasts, rolling the nipples in his fingers until they were hard and straining. His wet hands continued caressed over her damp skin, arousing her to a fever pitch.
"I said I wanted you to relax. This is pretty relaxing, isn't it?" Fred mumbled, stroking her heavy breasts as she writhed in his arms. Fred ran his hand over her rounded belly, rubbing gently before gliding lower. He ran his hand over the soft damp curls crowning her thighs, and his erection grew as he watched her respond. Her moans only made him more painfully aroused as he concentrated on her pleasure. He stroked his thumb over her clit, circling the swollen nub as she begged him for more.
"Fred...ah!" Angelina gasped as Fred suddenly increased the pressure. Her legs parted to give him better access. Slipping two fingers easily inside, he stroked in and out slowly. Her hips automatically moved in unison with his strokes. She bit her bottom lip as she felt wave after wave of sensual pleasure roll through her being.
"Turn around, honey." Fred whispered thickly. Sliding his hand from her wet mound, Fred leaned her forward. Grasping the sides of the tub, Angelina slowly maneuvered around with her husbands help, so that she was facing him. He grasped the back of her neck, and took her mouth in a forceful kiss. The bold play of his hands beneath the water, the wicked flicking of his tongue, had Angelina breathless and crooning.
Wanting to give a little back, Angelina lowered her right hand to settle it warmly around his straining manhood. Her thumb teased the head of his penis, slowly stroking up and down and he cried against her mouth. Squeezing firmly, she in turn enjoyed the power she had over him. After a particularly smoking kiss, Fred lifted his wife up by her hips so that she straddled his waist. Looking into each others eyes, Fred entered her gently. Teasing her, he slid in and out slowly...so slowly she groaned in frustration. Her hips began to rise in answer to his seductive call.
"Y-You sadistic man." Angelina moaned. She shattered with desire when his hands left her hips and moved back to her voluptuous breasts. Sweat dampened their skin as they rocked together. Supporting her braced arms on the sides of the tub, pleasure rose and spread as he thrust harder and harder.
He thrust into her like a man possessed. He drove hard, rubbing his pelvis against hers, reveling in every cry she uttered. She responded like he knew she would. She tossed her head, whimpering as her inner muscles tightened around his manhood. Reaching climax, spasming and shuddering, Angelina wrapped her arms around Fred's neck as she came. All the while he pounded into her, his body demanding release. Setting a fast rhythm, Fred felt his climax building. Clenching his eyes shut, he lunged up against her, over and over, his seed filling her. Holding her tightly in his arms, they panted before sharing a slow, deep kiss. Breaking away, Angelina sighed happily.
"So, how's that for relaxation?" Fred asked, nuzzling her throat. Shaking her head, Angelina giggled. He smiled and chuckled along with her.
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Miles away from the happy couple, Anthony Johnson eavesdropped on his parents muffled
argument. Even though he was only a kid, he felt it was his duty to keep his family together. His
mom and Angie were close again, but their father was being a royal jerk.
"No! I refuse. I can't believe you've given in. This boy is no good for her." Rueban yelled at his wife. His booming voice was heard clearly through the thick maple doors.
"It's not about giving in, it's about loving out daughter. I haven't changed my mind. I don't like Fred Weasley. I wish she never met him, but he's now our son-in-law. I would rather spend these next few months being with Angelina rather than fighting with her. The baby-" Natasia replied, snappishly.
"I'll never accept that baby, do you hear me?! My family has worked hard to get where we our today. Some dirt poor boy can't just marry my only daughter and get away with it." He hissed.
Anthony jumped when a large smashing sound erupted from inside the room. He ran away from the door so he wouldn't get caught listening in. Running up the staircase, he frowned. He didn't care what his dad said. They were going to be a complete family again! He just needed a plan...
How was that? Thought I'd give the kid a bigger part. So, thanks again to the wonderful
reviewers who support this story. I can proudly and honestly say it means a lot to me. See
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