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Rated PG-13 for fantasy type violence, low-level language, cruelty and in this chapter sexual references. Hee hee.

I will update this once a week, usually on Thursday nights (Australian EST). I wish I could do it more frequently, but life just keeps on getting in the way. J

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Chapter 3: Spanish Pixie

The kitchen in the burrow glowed with warmth and happiness. Harry couldn't help but smile before he even stepped out of the fireplace. This was the home he had always longed for.

'Hello Harry dear.' Mrs. Weasley walked in; arms spread open into a welcoming hug. Harry willingly hugged back. In some ways he felt that Mrs. Weasley was a lovely middle being, like Whoopi Goldberg in Ghost and he was hugging his mother on the spirit level.

'Hello Harry.' Ginny Weasley smiled shyly at Harry. She too had grown, and she had her hair out in a mass of ringlets that framed her pretty, pale face. Despite her apparent shyness there was something in her eyes that said so many things, some that Harry could only begin to fathom. Harry smiled hello in return. For some reason ever since her interaction with Tom Riddle, there was a pinch of sadness that existed between Ginny and Harry.

But Harry's still wholeheartedly loved the burrow. An oldish multi-storey house, not too ornate, and quite possibly standing via ways unknown to muggles as it looked like something designed by M. C. Etcher.

'Come on Harry!' Ron called. Together they raced up the stairs, only to stop on the landing of the second floor as balls of something which looked like glitter but had the consistency of glue were pegged by a couple of pixies.

'Quit it Tinkerbell.' Harry groaned. Ron looked at him blankly.

One zoomed in on Ron and bit his earlobe.

'You rotten little….' Ron grabbed the pixie, which only clung on harder with her little teeth.

Harry had a pixie that appeared more voyeuristic than kinky. Thinking he wasn't being assailed by miniature beings he took his glasses off and went to clean them on his shirt when he felt a slight pulling sensation on one of his shirt buttons. Harry put his glasses back on to find a little pixie grinning up at him cheekily while undoing the fourth button of his shirt.

'Aren't you a cheeky little…'

'Harry, help me!" Ron yelped half-hysterically. Harry looked up at his friend to find him looking like something out of a Tool clip. About five pixies were biting his face and neck. One was clinging onto Ron's eyebrow, wrenching her jaw from side to side, asking him quietly if he'd been a bad boy and then moving a little further down the length of the eyebrow.

Harry laughed. He couldn't help himself. Just as Harry reached out for the eyebrow pixie he felt his fly lower and his pants dropped. Ron was holding onto the first ear pixie and the eyebrow pixie, but he still managed a grin.

Suddenly a swarm of pixies dived on Harry and Ron like bees to a field of Patterson's curse. Ron found pixies were biting and kissing any bit of flesh they could get, one was even starting to head down his shirt. Harry meanwhile was fighting with a madly giggling herd of pixies to keep his boxer shorts up. A small part of Harry was laughing; he couldn't believe a pack of pixies were trying to dack him and he was sure he had accidentally walked into a Gilderoy Lockhart nightmare.

'What in the world is going on? Sharp steps could be heard walking to the stairs. Ginny and Molly got to the stairs at the same time. Ginny laughed but Mrs. Weasley's face was ashen.

'George! Fred! You stop this nonsense immediately!' Mrs. Weasley's face was fast matching her hair.

'Are you sure mum?' yelled one of the twins from some place unseen.

'Fred and George. I'm warning you, if you don't stop this infernal nonsense you are going to wish that you were never born.'

'They weren't born' Ron muttered 'There was a mix up at the wizard hospital and mum picked up the spawn of Satan by mistake.'

Harry laughed despite himself.

'Spanish Fly' yelled the twins in unison. Suddenly the pixies swarmed up the stairs and out of sight.

Harry looked down at Ginny and Mrs. Weasley and blushed slightly as he leant over and pulled his pants up. Ron glared up the stairs towards the general direction he thought his brothers were and plotted silent revenge.

Harry looked at Ron and again laughed despite himself. Ron's face was covered in tiny kiss and bite marks. One of his eyebrows now appeared slightly hairier than the other.

'What?' Ron asked testily.

'I'll take you to a mirror.'

Sure enough he walked Ron to the nearest mirror, a plain rectangular design.

'You sex bomb you.' The mirror growled huskily.

'Shut up' Ron angrily scowled at the mirror, then stormed up the stairs to his room.

'What's his problem?' The mirror asked Harry, who shrugged in reply.

Harry summoned his luggage to Ron's room, sighed and chased his friend up the stairs.

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'Hullo Harry, what can we do for you?' George asked from his perch, which just happened to be the rafters in the attic, the ghoul sitting next to him.

Harry was going to go and talk to Ron, but his curiosity got the better of him and he decided to find the twins instead.

'I think young Potter here wants to find out our trade secrets.' Fred was sitting by a desk gently picking up pixies and one by one placing them in their sardine can beds in what appeared to be a rather large, homemade birdcage.

Harry smiled at Fred. 'Quite right Fred. I know that pixies are nowhere beyond hi-jinx, but that was just a whole new level of crazy. It was like having a pride of little flying nymphomaniacs about. And what was with the biting? Did you let doxies loose on Ron?'

George laughed from his perch and swung his legs in amusement. Fred smirked at Harry and went to place the last pixie in the cage.

'Should I tell him George, or do you want to do the honours?

'Go right ahead Fred, I couldn't possible steal the limelight from you.'

Fred looked at George quizzically, shrugged at Harry and began. 'Right well, young George and I found out, quite by accident mind you, that pixies respond to a muggle aphrodisiac called Spanish fly.'

Harry raised an eyebrow; slightly scrunching up his scar and nervously scratched at the top of his cast. 'I don't think I want to know details.'

George jumped down from the beam and shook the dust out of his hair. "No you silly boy. Do you really think that Fred and I would need that stuff? We were trying out a new lolly variety; one that would make canary creams lemon by comparison. See young Fred here left a small phial of Spanish Fly near the pixie cage one evening.'

'And when we got up the next morning the phial was empty' Fred continued. 'We figured what had occurred, shut up the attic and did some tests.'

'Oh, God.' Murmured Harry eyes skyward.

'After a few trials and problems and a lot of laughs for the ghoul, we discovered that the dosage can be controlled and that it adds a whole new dimension to pixie pranks.'

'Today was our first test on other people and on the degree of control we have in an open environment. It went rather well, don't you think?' Fred was talking to Harry, but his attention was on the last pixie that he had been trying to keep in the cage. Apparently whatever the twins has given the pixies to make them docile and sleepy hadn't worked especially well on this young one and she was sucking Fred's pinkie and trying to move his ring finger to Merlin knows where. 'Stop it. Come on now. Keep this up and we'll get the ghoul to sing lullabies to you again.' The pixie pouted, yawned and snuggled herself into her sardine can.

'But why did the pixies act differently to Ron and I? And why did some pixies go to Ron while others came to me?'

"So many questions Harry, so many questions.' George shook his head.

Fred grimaced "We are not 100% sure to be honest Harry. We think that we might actually have two races of pixies here and that the aphrodisiac affects them differently in regards to actions and taste. We have much more to do before this is complete. So watch your back Harry.'

'Or should we say your pants.' George smiled.

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To all my reviewers, I sincerely thankyou. All your comments are deeply appreciated.

SilverWolf: Thanks, you will eventually find out what Ron put on the fireplace mantle, but it won't be for a while, a couple of other plot bunnies got in the way in the meantime.

PotterPrincess: If you liked the twins in Chapter 2 I'm going to assume you liked them even more in this chapter. You will definitely be seeing more of them in the future.

Nexus: Thankyou for reviewing and I hope that this length is better suited to your tastes.

Chilidog: Yes, I am a plot Nazi; and I have a bad habit of making little things in chapters cumulate to something bigger later on.