Author's Notes: Sorry it took so long. I've been a bit slack. I also forgot the disclaimer. Ooops. In case anyone was wondering, I don't own this. I mean, I own the plot, I think, but the characters are JKs. Oh, and I used a line from Ferris Bueller's Day Off. Sorry :D.


A Pair of Fluffy Handcuffs


As a rule, I love handcuffs. I have a pair that I keep in a box under my bed just in case someone uptight comes to visit and they see them. They are metal and have a fluffy ring around them. I rarely get to use them, since Remus is scared of being caught like that. He is a worrywart, but I guess that's one of the reasons I love him. Someone has to worry about practical things, don't they?

Being locked to something is undeniably sexy. My handcuffs are Muggle made; in fact, I found them in a shop in Muggle London. That's a plus since I do have a fair degree of fascination about those silly creatures. The handcuffs are shiny, kinky and a turn on.

They say there is an exception to every rule, and the reason I'm beginning to hate handcuffs is because Remus had my wrists locked together and was making me walk from the car to my parent's. Not only was I in my best lingerie, I also had to take a smelly taxi there too. The Muggle was smoking and kept sneaking looks at me.

'Don't frown.' Remus said.

'It's hard not to. You are a sneaky, lying…'

'When did I ever lie?'

'You deceived me!' I hissed. 'Everything was looking to become very kinky, and then you started making me walk towards the door!'

'I never once said that we were going to have sex, honey.' He said with a slight grin. I would have hit him if my stupid handcuffs hadn't been on me.

'That may be the case, but…' I trailed off since I didn't have a good argument. Bloody werewolves.

I should really make a statement right here and now: I adore Remus. I guess I sort of take it for granted that we love each other so much. Just like my family. I love every member, but they are a bit crazy, aren't they?

'You may want to cover yourself up.' Remus advised and draped his cloak around me. 'Your mother said she'd wait at the gate for us. I sent up your luggage yesterday with a note.'

'All behind my back? How independent.' I replied sarcastically.

'You're cute when you're sarcastic.'

'Bite me.'

My mum was running forward already and her arms were outstretched. It was like watching a broom accident. My mother's rippling flesh mesmerised me and I stood there, waiting for the impact. Just like a broom crash, the earth shuddered with my mother's every step. Huge, meaty arms encircled me, breaking bones, crushing vital organs.

'Hi mum.' I squeaked from under what quite possibly could have been her armpit.

'Oh Ginny! Look at you! Shivering like we're in the Artic! Come inside and I'll fix you some tea. There is some fruitcake as well. Remus, thank you for bringing her.'

We both noticed the dismissal in her tone. He gave her a tight smile, kissed my cheek, and Disapparated. Bastard. If I wasn't pregnant, I would have been gone in a flash.

See, the tea and the fruitcake is just a cover. Underneath it all, I swear, she has mind controlling potions in everything. Soon I'll start knitting and cross stitching and saying "dovey" and "lovey' and "I think I'll make a pot of chamomile tea".

We walked inside and my mother took my coat. I felt my face go bright red, a shade darker than my hair in fact. My mum's eyebrows rose as she took in the skimpy outfit and the handcuffs. What? She's never been caught in lingerie before?

'Really, Ginny. Pink? With your colouring?' She asked after she got her voice back.

I shrugged. 'Um, er…'

Before I could even try and defend my choice of underwear, the door swung open and the two men that could make a bad situation worse came in. Harry and Sirius, who seem to practically live here these days, stopped dead in their tracks.

'Sirius, are they real?' Harry asked in an awed voice.

'Real something.' He replied.

If I hadn't been mortified, I would have laughed. I narrowed my eyes at them and watched as they scuttled to the door. At least that is one good thing about having a reputation of a bad temper. There really isn't a need to prove it.

'Can you let me out of these things?' I asked my mother impatiently. 'I would really like to change, you know.'

'Oh, of course Ginny.' She pulled out her wand from her apron and unlocked the handcuffs for me. 'The Sanders are coming for dinner tonight, so I want you to put on a nice frock and meet them at the door.'

I believe all the blood from my face must have drained at that moment. I absolutely hate the Sanders. Apart from being Muggle to the point of being medieval, the Sanders had a son who was absolutely in love with me. I mean, there was a strand of drool hanging from his mouth whenever I was in the room. And no, he doesn't have something wrong with his head. He is just obsessed with me.

'I'm not twelve, mum.' I managed.

'While you are living under my roof you can help out around here.'

Not the "living under my roof" routine! Is there a parent in Europe who hasn't used that line? It must be in a handbook somewhere. Along with "I'm the head of this household" and "you should respect your elders".

I hadn't said anything, acting increasingly like the sullen teenager. My mother wiped her hands on her apron and looked at me. 'Don't frown, it will give you wrinkles.'


'Cheer up, Ginny.' Ron said as he helped me set the table. We were using the medium grade cutlery, which is more or less a step up from the plastic stuff used by Muggles on picnics. I guess mum wasn't busting her hump to impress our neighbours.

'And what, pray tell, is there to be so cheerful about?' I asked, hands on hips. I guess that was a plus. My hips were still visible.

'Mum's pudding for one thing.' He shrugged. 'And the fact that it can't get any worse. I mean, your former crush catching you in your naughty gear? That's embarrassing.'

'How the hell did you find out about that?' I asked him furiously, wishing that my skin wasn't so damn fair.

'Harry, Sirius, random people on the street….'

I threw a fork at him and he ducked. 'Oh yeah? And have they told mum that the reason you can't marry Hermione is because her fingers are so swollen?' Being pregnant and Remus forcing me to read about what I can expect can have its advantages.

'She's not pregnant!' He defended.

'Of course not. She has just put on a little weight.' I replied sarcastically.

He stared at me for a few seconds before returning to the task of setting the table. I heard him mutter something under his breath and I'm sure it was "God, you are such a bitch." Can't you just feel the love?

I sighed. I'd better apologise before Ron starts putting frogs in my slippers again. 'Sorry Ron.'

'Eh, it's ok Ginny.' He gave me a hug. 'Now, I'm afraid, you have to go greet your adoring public.'

'No…. no…they aren't meant to be here yet. Not for another three minutes at least!'

'I guess they're early.'

I let him go and straightened my dress. I was wearing a floral print, which is somewhat different to what I usually wear. Hell, even choosing my own Muggle wear would have been preferable to letting my mother dress me. I feel like I should be plastered to a wall or something. Or maybe just plastered.

'Hello Mr and Mrs Sanders.' I said sweetly as I opened the door. 'And I can't forget you, can I Bruce?' The trickle of saliva from the corner of his mouth was answer enough. 'Mum and Dad are in the den. Please, come in.' Please, someone shoot me.

'Oh, thank you dear.' Mrs Sanders said. Her nose was at an angle that allowed birds and small planes to be sucked up into the nostrils.

I admit, we are not the richest people in the world. We survive, and although money can be tight around back to school time, we have never been reduced to poverty. Our home is nice, warm and full of memories. I remember their house only vaguely, and it's like a museum. It's full of old, expensive stuff and you aren't allowed to touch anything.

My face was beginning to ache from the fake smiling. I extended my hand to lead them into the room when Mrs Sanders raised an eyebrow and took my hand. 'You do know how tacky it is to wear a ring on your wedding finger when you aren't engaged, don't you?'

I'm surprised her eyes could see over her big schnoz. 'Yes. Good thing I'm getting married, isn't it?' I don't know if I intended that to be cheerful or icy. Maybe a bit of both.

'You're getting married? And we aren't invited to the wedding?'

'We haven't actually set the date yet, let alone sent invitations.' My hand should not be kept at that angle, Mrs Sanders.

'Well, I expect an invitation next week.' She told me and let go of my hand. I'd have to ask my mum to check for any broken bones.

'Of course.' I agreed. Talk about painting myself into a corner.

Remus and I, obviously, have wizard relatives, which means a lot of magical wedding guests. How are we to explain the robes and the wands to a bunch of narrow-minded Muggles? Maybe I could get my dad to pull some strings at the Ministry. Oh well.

I led the Sanders to my parents and sat down, wanting coffee and a bear hug from Remus. Instead, I felt something warm drip on my shoulder and looked up to see Bruce staring at me blankly, more drool ready to drop on me.

At least it wasn't my dress.

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