Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction ❯ Pregnancy Can Be A Bitch ❯ Mid - Coitus ( Chapter 3 )
[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Sleep Remedy 
Some slandering of the Potter name, a dildo, and some horrible images of Mr. and Mrs. Weasely sexing.
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.28.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 866 | Visits: 483 | Status: Completed
Some slandering of the Potter name, a dildo, and some horrible images of Mr. and Mrs. Weasely sexing.
Non Anime: Harry Potter - Series Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Comedy | Type: Yaoi | Uploaded On: 08.28.2008 | Pages: 1 | Words: 866 | Visits: 483 | Status: Completed
“Pregnancy Can Be A Bitch”
-Written by Sleep Remedy
Chapter Three: Mid Coitus
Harry Potter searched for hours and hours for his little lost friend, but never found Ron amongst the reeds of the pond. Nor, did he find him in the pumpkin patch. There was no sign of him in the sparse forest behind the house and he wasn't hiding in any the little nooks or crannies of the yard. It had the young hero very worried. After all, he had never known Ron to stay mad at him for very long, no matter what great misdeed he committed against him. Given, he had never gone so far as to knock Ron down and grab his manhood before, but he had assumed that the docile red head would forgive him this as well. Perhaps he had finally pushed poor Ron too far? No, of course not.
So, after the Great Harry Potter was well assured that Ron was completely gone, he raised the alarm. Bursting into the house with a great to do, Harry yelled frantically, “Somebody help! Ron is gone!” But, there was no answer. Harry wondered for a moment. Reflecting, he thought he had put enough panic and worry into his voice to have every red headed witch and wizard in the tri-county area running to his aid. Instead, he was ignored and the young prodigy was not used to this. He was Harry Potter, for Christ's sake! He deserved some attention.
Stomping a little, Harry went to the kitchen, where he had last seen Fred and George. The two identical heads were put together over something that seemed extremely entertaining. Harry exhaled heavily through his nose and exclaimed, “Guys! I can't find Ron! Aren't you worried! It's late,” he chastised, crossing his arms and tapping his foot.
The twins started at the sound of Harry's voice, but they kept their torso's pressed together conspiratorially over whatever it was they were working on. Their faces, when they looked over their shoulder's simultaneously were extremely guilty, but immediately became cross while they listened to what the younger man had to say.
“Go away Harry,” Mischievous red head A said.
“Yeah, Harry, bugger off. We're busy,” read head B snapped, turning back to whatever it was they were working on.
Harry was taken aback. Well, they were the twins. They hardly had any respect for anyone. He couldn't expect them to dote on them. But, dear Ginny always fawned over him. She was upstairs, probably asleep or something and just didn't hear him. He would go get her!
Thus, Harry sped off up the stairs and didn't ever see what the twins were working on. However, once he was gone the two heaved a sigh of relief.
“God, that was close,” Fred muttered.
“Harry would have told everyone if he found us with this,” George said worriedly, picking up the double headed dildo.
“Mental note to fuck him with it later?” Fred asked, poking one of the heads and watching the special complex rubber alloy wiggle.
“Oh, yes. That would be extremely pleasant,” George giggled.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Harry stood outside Ginny's door mussing his hair, slapping his cheeks and heightening his breathing. Once he decided he looked fittingly panicked enough, he burst into her room without any warning and yelped, “Ginny, help! I can't find Ron!”
Ginny yelped herself and through the book in her hands into the air like it was on fire. Then, just as quick, she leaped upon it and threw it so far under her bed that it stuck out at the other end.
Forgetting that he was supposed to be extremely worried, Harry walked over to said side of the bed and bent to pick up the book.
“What's this?” He asked, picking up the flowery pink book and turning it over to see the cover, which had too entangled figures on it.
Before he could take in anymore of the cover, Ginny yelped once more and flew across to bed to violently snatch the book from Harry's hands screaming, “It's nothing! What do you want?!”
Once again, Harry was taken aback. What rough treatment! “Ah, well, Ron is missing, you see. I wanted your help. Aren't you worried?” he asked expectantly, looking at the flushed young girl crossly.
Ginny fluttered her hands in a flustered way. “Ah. Yes. I mean, of course. Right. We should tell mum!” she exclaimed and bound off her bed past Harry. She all the way to her parent's door when she first heard the sounds coming from inside. Even then, she didn't recognize what the noises meant until she opened the door and the terrible, horrifying of her parents in mid coitus assaulted her.
Screaming shrilly, Ginny fainted on the threshold. From within in the hot and steamy room, a voice called a little huskily, “Ginny?” Hearing the cry, Harry came running out of the young girl's room after her and, chancing upon the image that had knocked cold the unfortunate Ginny, immediately made a U turn towards the bathroom.
-Written by Sleep Remedy
Chapter Three: Mid Coitus
Harry Potter searched for hours and hours for his little lost friend, but never found Ron amongst the reeds of the pond. Nor, did he find him in the pumpkin patch. There was no sign of him in the sparse forest behind the house and he wasn't hiding in any the little nooks or crannies of the yard. It had the young hero very worried. After all, he had never known Ron to stay mad at him for very long, no matter what great misdeed he committed against him. Given, he had never gone so far as to knock Ron down and grab his manhood before, but he had assumed that the docile red head would forgive him this as well. Perhaps he had finally pushed poor Ron too far? No, of course not.
So, after the Great Harry Potter was well assured that Ron was completely gone, he raised the alarm. Bursting into the house with a great to do, Harry yelled frantically, “Somebody help! Ron is gone!” But, there was no answer. Harry wondered for a moment. Reflecting, he thought he had put enough panic and worry into his voice to have every red headed witch and wizard in the tri-county area running to his aid. Instead, he was ignored and the young prodigy was not used to this. He was Harry Potter, for Christ's sake! He deserved some attention.
Stomping a little, Harry went to the kitchen, where he had last seen Fred and George. The two identical heads were put together over something that seemed extremely entertaining. Harry exhaled heavily through his nose and exclaimed, “Guys! I can't find Ron! Aren't you worried! It's late,” he chastised, crossing his arms and tapping his foot.
The twins started at the sound of Harry's voice, but they kept their torso's pressed together conspiratorially over whatever it was they were working on. Their faces, when they looked over their shoulder's simultaneously were extremely guilty, but immediately became cross while they listened to what the younger man had to say.
“Go away Harry,” Mischievous red head A said.
“Yeah, Harry, bugger off. We're busy,” read head B snapped, turning back to whatever it was they were working on.
Harry was taken aback. Well, they were the twins. They hardly had any respect for anyone. He couldn't expect them to dote on them. But, dear Ginny always fawned over him. She was upstairs, probably asleep or something and just didn't hear him. He would go get her!
Thus, Harry sped off up the stairs and didn't ever see what the twins were working on. However, once he was gone the two heaved a sigh of relief.
“God, that was close,” Fred muttered.
“Harry would have told everyone if he found us with this,” George said worriedly, picking up the double headed dildo.
“Mental note to fuck him with it later?” Fred asked, poking one of the heads and watching the special complex rubber alloy wiggle.
“Oh, yes. That would be extremely pleasant,” George giggled.
Meanwhile, upstairs, Harry stood outside Ginny's door mussing his hair, slapping his cheeks and heightening his breathing. Once he decided he looked fittingly panicked enough, he burst into her room without any warning and yelped, “Ginny, help! I can't find Ron!”
Ginny yelped herself and through the book in her hands into the air like it was on fire. Then, just as quick, she leaped upon it and threw it so far under her bed that it stuck out at the other end.
Forgetting that he was supposed to be extremely worried, Harry walked over to said side of the bed and bent to pick up the book.
“What's this?” He asked, picking up the flowery pink book and turning it over to see the cover, which had too entangled figures on it.
Before he could take in anymore of the cover, Ginny yelped once more and flew across to bed to violently snatch the book from Harry's hands screaming, “It's nothing! What do you want?!”
Once again, Harry was taken aback. What rough treatment! “Ah, well, Ron is missing, you see. I wanted your help. Aren't you worried?” he asked expectantly, looking at the flushed young girl crossly.
Ginny fluttered her hands in a flustered way. “Ah. Yes. I mean, of course. Right. We should tell mum!” she exclaimed and bound off her bed past Harry. She all the way to her parent's door when she first heard the sounds coming from inside. Even then, she didn't recognize what the noises meant until she opened the door and the terrible, horrifying of her parents in mid coitus assaulted her.
Screaming shrilly, Ginny fainted on the threshold. From within in the hot and steamy room, a voice called a little huskily, “Ginny?” Hearing the cry, Harry came running out of the young girl's room after her and, chancing upon the image that had knocked cold the unfortunate Ginny, immediately made a U turn towards the bathroom.