They laid the twins back in their beds. The April Fools stunt they had pulled knocked Fred and George back to sleep. Molly and Arthur (who still looked like Molly) both chuckled quietly as they looked down on their sons.

The house was still quiet that morning. Molly and Arthur made their way to the kitchen to get breakfast started. As Molly whipped up the meal, she caught her husband looking at himself in the mirror. It made her heart skip to see him smile at her reflection. But then she saw him do something that made her eyebrows raise.

Her husband, disguised as her, fondled his (her) body.

“Arthur?”

He jolted at her voice, “Sorry, Molly. I couldn’t help it.”

“What do you mean? You’re not thinking about going-“

“NO, No, dear! I’m a man’s man,” he said as he promptly straightened his muumuu and hair rollers. “It’s just…”

“Just what, dear?” Concern echoed in her voice and face.

Arthur reached out and cupped her cheeks, “I never realized just how beautiful you are…until now…with your body.”

He swept her into a passionate embrace, locking her lips to his. The heat of the moment took Molly aback. The difference she was feeling from the arms that held her sent her pulse racing.

She knew that it was her husband that held her; yet it was in her body that reflected the desire that he felt. She could see the love that exuded from his eyes, even though it was her face that she looked into. And despite the distinctive curl in his smile, it was her soft lips that she felt against her mouth.

“I want you,” he whispered hungrily against her neck. The next thing she knew, she and her husband laid bare on the rug in front of the fireplace.

He gently stroked her skin that glowed by the light of the flames. She ran her hands through his hair as she looked at herself in a narcissistic way. She had never loved her husband liked this before…and she had never loved herself in this fashion, either.

She felt alive!

Just as she kissed her husband between his cleavage –

Ahem…

The two looked to see an old bearded face, framed with half moon spectacles, staring back from the flames.

“Good morning, Molly and.. Molly.”

Molly’s nude body looked as red as her hair. She quickly pulled the area rug around them as she tried to conjure her robes. Yet her embarrassment left her magically disadvantaged.

“Umm…morning, Dumbledore,” Arthur managed as he stumbled to reach for his muumuu.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt. I wanted to wish the twins a Happy Birthday.” He chuckled as he turned away from the hearth.

“No wait! It just-“

“I understand, dear Molly… More than you know.” Dumbledore’s voice trailed off as he disappeared from the flames.

“What do you think he meant by that?” Molly asked her husband.

Arthur shrugged his shoulders, and then kissed his wife.