Entry tags:

character: bill, character: charlie, character: fred, character: george, character: ginny, character: percy, character: ron, genre: het, genre: slash, kink: incest, kink: orgy, pairing: fred/george, pairing: percy/ron, rating: nc-17

How the Seven Weasley Siblings Learned to Share (and Came Out On Top) (Weasley Siblings, NC-17)
Title: How the Seven Weasley Siblings Learned to Share (and Came Out On Top)
Authors: emiime and freckles42
Word Count: 5178
Rating: NC-17 (Seriously, this is pretty much just all smut--just how we like it. Of course Emi had to go in and add fluffy bits. Feel free to eyeroll.)
Summary: The adult Weasley children like to indulge once in a rare while--after all, what else are family reunions good for?
Notes: Our first collab, and it turns out that Weasleycest brings out the porny, productive side of both of us.

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The family reunion had gone much more smoothly than anyone could have anticipated. It had been a long, exhausting day, but in the best possible way, and now the members of the oldest and the youngest generations had all drifted off to various beds around the Burrow, and husbands and wives had headed home, leaving the original seven siblings lounging in the living room, full of wine and food and goodwill towards each other. Bill and Charlie were sprawled across the sofa, Percy had tucked himself into the armchair nearest the fire, Ron and Ginny on the floor near his feet, and the twins were somehow still full of energy, moving in and out of the room, bringing in yet more food and drinks.

Bill was pleasantly full of the berry-filled mead Charlie had imported from Romania and so far as he could tell, all was right with the world. He shifted, legs tangled about Charlie's, his foot hooked over his brother's hip.

"Someone needs more exercise," he commented, eyes still closed, a smile snaking its way across his face. He wiggled his foot against Charlie's skin.

"Some of us didn't get Dad's build," Charlie shot back easily, moving his foot dangerously near to Bill's crotch, stretching his muscles.

"Like me," Ginny said, making a move on the chessboard. "Check."

Ron frowned and studied it. The wine was making a bit difficult to focus entirely on the strategy, but he was fairly certain he did not want to be beat by his little sister; the teasing would never stop.

"You picking on the short ones?" Fred asked, putting down a container of Christmas decorations (at least, it appeared to be such; Merlin knew what kind of things they kept inside their boxes. Ginny had once found a venomous plant inside a box marked "tea setting." Clearly, the twins' sense of humour extended to a lack of warning labels).

"Never," Bill said, grinning. "After all, the short ones are at just about the right height..." He put his hand at his waist and made an obscene motion with it, his hips lifting.

"There are more of us than there are of you, big brother," Ginny cautioned, watching as Ron's hand hovered over his bishop, trying not to smirk.

"Hmm, four to three," Bill yawned, "What do you think, Ron, Perce?"

"They may outnumber us, but we're still taller," Ron said, moving his hand to his rook and sliding it four spaces over, capturing one of Ginny's knights and--he hoped--unravelling her offence. "They can't reach things on the top shelves without our help."

"They do have magic," Percy pointed out reasonably, turning the page of the Daily Prophet. He adjusted his glasses as he peered at an article on the latest broom regulations. "It's not as though they couldn't Summon things."

"Maybe that's not what I'm talking about," countered Bill, his foot sliding up Charlie's thigh, causing his brother to squirm.

"Hold on," Ron murmured, scratching the back of his neck. He'd barely heard Bill, and he frowned at the chessboard, then looked up. "Sorry, what?"

Percy nudged Ron with the toe of his shoe. "I have the feeling Bill's proposing a little sibling interaction."

Ron frowned at the chessboard again. "Right, sibling..." He looked up. "Oh." You mean..."

A lazy smile stretched across Bill's face. "It's been a while," he said, and he kneaded at Charlie's thigh with the ball of his foot. "What do you all say? Four against three? Or a free-for all?"

Charlie squirmed under Bill's ministrations. "Either move that foot a little to the right, or move it away completely," he complained, "Because you're causing a bit of a problem here."

Bill grinned and sat up. "I'll do you one better," he said, and he leaned forward, draping himself across his brother. "Shall we get things started?" He reached down between their bodies and palmed the blatant erection that was growing in Charlie's worn jeans.

"Mmm," Charlie assented, and he pushed up against his brother. "It really has been a while."

Percy folded the paper over and regarded his brothers squirming together on the sofa. He looked at his watch and cleared his throat to speak, but before he could, Fred's arms went around him from behind.

"No protests this time," Fred murmured in his ear. "No 'I have to work in the morning', because we know you don't."

Ron pushed at Fred's leg, which was dangerously close to the chessboard. "I've nearly got Ginny cornered here, you gits. Give me five minutes and I'll win and then we can get on with this."

"If you've got her cornered," George pointed out reasonably, coming over to take a look at the board, his hand on Ron's head, "then why not give her what she wants?" He raised both eyebrows and grinned, massaging Ron's scalp lightly.

"Git," Ron said, waiting for Ginny's move. She kept staring at the board, but the way her little tongue kept flicking out and wetting her lips was driving him to madness. If she didn't make a move soon, he was going to lose control and they'd never finish the game. And the way George's fingers were teasing him - Merlin, he could barely focus. Ginny picked up her queen and made a very unorthodox move, pushing it beside Ron's king and ignoring most of the rules of chess.

"Hey, you can't do--oh," he said, stopping himself when he realised what the two pieces were doing. Obviously Ginny had taught them a new trick, as they were clearly trying to copulate. He wasn't sure how that worked with stone, but apparently they were going to make a proper go of it. They made little clinking noises as they bumped together.

"Game's over, Ron," Ginny said. "George, help Fred with Percy, I think he'll need the most assistance. I'll take on this idiot who can't take a hint until he's beat over the head with it. It's like that extra foot between your head and your crotch completely destroys all blood flow."

"Hey!" protested Ron, but Ginny had already shoved the chessboard out from between them and was lifting his jumper over his head before he could register what was happening. His protests were muffled for a moment by a thick layer of wool, and by the time the two of them had got the jumper off, his expression had changed from one of annoyance to one of eager acceptance.

Ginny smiled back at him. "That's more the reaction I'd hoped for," she said, and she pulled Ron's hands to the waist of her own jumper, and together they tugged it off, leaving Ginny in a thin cotton t-shirt through which her bra showed clearly. Ron pulled his sister to him, fondling her breasts, sucking on her neck, and running one hand down her back.

"You always were a boob man," Ginny giggled, and she settled in Ron's lap, shoving her hand into his crotch to feel his erection.

"Always have been, always will be, especially when it comes to you," Ron replied, and he went back to mouthing along the skin of her throat. Ginny tipped her head back, revelling in the sensations of her brother's mouth on her own sensitive skin, and she began to unbutton his pants.

Meanwhile, Fred and George had begun to divest a barely-protesting Percy of his clothing.

"I could go into work in the morning, you know," he said, as George unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it from his shoulders, licking the light dusting of freckles on his upper arms. Fred undid Percy's trousers and tugged them down as Percy murmured something about there being no rule against working on a Sunday.

"Your mouth says 'I don't want to have an orgy with my siblings', but your cock sure says otherwise, Perce," Fred laughed, pulling off Percy's shoes and tugging his trousers off the rest of the way.

"It's a natural biological reaction to stimulation," he protested, glasses slipping down his face, stepping out of his trousers anyway. "It doesn't mean I--oh!" Fred had decided to take the direct route and Percy's prick was now outside his y-fronts, bobbing in the air in front of Fred's face, tip almost-purple and starting to leak precome. Percy hated it when they did this, but he could never quite protest loudly enough. Then, the inevitable happened. Fred took Percy's prick in his mouth and Percy lost all sight of his objections.

Bill, on the other hand, had a very naked Charlie on his stomach, facing away from him. Bill was, himself, also quite nude.

"That's a new one," Bill noted, tracing a small Welsh Green dragon tattoo that was dozing just above Charlie's right arsecheek. Charlie's muscles clenched from Bill's touch and he kept stroking his cock and Bill's together. His older brother had the annoying ability to ignore sexual conduct and carry on a conversation as though they were sharing a cup of tea. This, of course, drove Charlie to find new ways of trying to distract Bill.

"Yeah, got it a month ago," he said, finger trailing down to Bill's taint and teasing the soft skin there. He heard Bill's breath hitch slightly, lifting Charlie up. He focused more on that area, going lower but not quite brushing his arsehole. Charlie grinned to himself as Bill's breathing grew more laboured, and he brought his finger up to his mouth, wetting it, then brought it back down between Bill's legs, pressing just against the rim of Bill's hole.

But Bill had regained his cool in the moment it had taken Charlie to wet his finger, and he shifted his hips and traced a finger down Charlie's spine and spoke.

"Got it done in Romania, then?"

Charlie shook his head and grinned and turned around, pinning his brother to the sofa.

"You," he declared, "are ridiculous." He jerked his head towards the couple on the floor and the trio in and around the armchair. "This was all your idea, now, don't you think you should be a part of it?"

Charlie ground his erection against his brother's, then moved his head down to suck on a nipple. Bill arched up slightly, smiling.

"We always devolve into these sets, though," he murmured as Charlie laved at his other nipple, "Do you think we might mix things up a bit? Not that I don't enjoy having my cock buried in your arse, brother of mine..."

"What did you have in mind?" Charlie asked, lifting his head.

Bill laughed. "I hadn't got that far," he replied, laughing. "Musical Weasleys?"

Charlie laughed, too. He sat up and fumbled for his jeans, extracting his wand from the pocket. He levitated the coffee table and moved it to a corner of the living room, then cast a cushioning spell on the large hand-tied rug that had been there for longer than any of them could remember.

"There's a start," said Charlie, "Plenty of room for all."

Ron had his face buried in between Ginny's legs. He came up for air and noticed the change in the room. "Hmm?" he asked, face wet with her juices.

"Bill wants to play Musical Weasleys," Charlie said, sliding off Bill and stepping over Ron and Ginny before settling on the rug. "I think he just wants to have a go with the youngest Weasley."

"I'll have a go with anyone," Bill said, stretching out along the sofa with a lazy grin, his cock resting against the trail of deep red running down from his navel. Ginny eyed him and then looked back down between her legs.

"Might be worth it, for a change of pace," Ginny said, thwapping Ron on the head. "Get up, looks like we're going to try something new." Ron mumbled in protest; usually once Ginny came he'd bury his prick in her, fucking her with reckless abandon. He did not want to wait - but judging by the look on everyone's faces he was going to lose this one.

Percy managed to extract himself from the twins, y-fronts around his thighs, skin flushed red as he made his way over. Fred was nibbling on George's ear - okay, the area around where his ear used to be.

"Come on," Ron grumped, getting up and moving to the rug. "Let's get started so we can move along to the shagging."

"You didn't want to play earlier and now who's eager?" Ginny said, plopping down beside him, small tits bouncing.

"It wasn't that I didn't want to play," Ron replied, as the siblings all settled into a circle, "It was just that I wanted to finish our other game first."

"Yes, well," George interrupted, giving his younger brother's thigh a squeeze, "You can play chess anytime. This is a rare occurrence, all seven of us together...mostly naked...and Percy not having to work in the morning." They all laughed at this, and Percy managed a smile, tugging his y-fronts back up around his hips and smoothing his vest down, settling between Fred and Charlie in the circle. He surveyed the display of red and white and pink before him--Charlie and Bill and Ginny all nude, Ron dressed as Percy was in vest and pants and socks, and the twins in the process of undressing each other as rapidly as possible. Percy pushed his glasses up on his nose as all the siblings watched the twins' purposely lewd display, their melodramatic moans filling the room as they writhed against each other.

Percy pressed the heel of his hand against the erection that was bulging against his y-fronts, nothing that Ron was doing the same. He smiled over at his youngest brother and Ron grinned back.

"Oh ho, Ron and Percy," came Charlie's voice, "This is something new."

Percy blushed a little, but Ron merely shrugged. "First time for everything," he said, and he crawled across the circle to his brother, purposely bumping into the still-writhing twins on his way.

"Knock it off, you two," Bill chastised the twins, "I think we're all about to witness something pretty interesting." Out of the corner of his eye, Percy could see that Bill and Charlie were sitting very close together and wanking each other.

"I hate your glasses," Ron said, plucking them off Percy's face and setting them aside. Percy blinked myopically, adjusting. Now everyone but Ron was a blur.

"Well, I'm not exactly fond of your haircut," Percy said. He spat on the palm of his hand to try to smooth Ron's hair down. Ron tried to shake Percy's hand away but instead it slid down his neck to his shoulder. The top of Ron's cock twitched interestedly, peeking out of the top of his pants. He could feel Ginny staring at him.

Percy slid his hand down farther to stroke Ron's chest, tweaking a bit at a nipple, then cupped Ron's erection in his hand, squeezing lightly. Ron moved closer, nearly into Percy's lap, and Percy pulled him in the rest of the way, settling Ron in his lap and kissing him deeply.

An appreciative whistle came from Bill's and Charlie's direction, and Percy grinned into the kiss and pulled away.

"Shall we?" he asked, a little too formally, and Ron chuckled.

"Let's," he said, and he let Percy press him back onto the rug so they were lying in the centre of the circle of redheads. He pushed his pants from his hips and tugged at the waistband of Percy's.

"Didn't you have these off at one point?" he asked his brother, and Percy chuckled.

"The twins tried," he replied, "But I guess you're to be the lucky one today."

"Don't you go worrying about us," one of the twins remarked from nearby, "There's plenty of getting lucky going on for both of us!"

Ginny regarded the two couples going at it on the rug in front of her and pouted a little. "How did this all manage to fall apart so quickly?" she queried aloud, and Bill and Charlie seemed to take that as their cue to pounce, moving in on either side of her.

"Well, baby sister," Bill said, licking the shell of her ear, "Look at it this way. Fred and George are always going to end up with each other--you've seen that. And Percy and Ron seem to have discovered that they don't resent each other quite as much as they thought they did. So maybe the three of us can take this opportunity to discover a few new positions of our own." He moved behind her and pressed a fingertip against the pucker of her arse.

Ginny jumped a little at the unexpected touch, and tried to twist away, but Bill and Charlie held her fast. Charlie snaked a hand down her front to probe between her thighs, and he murmured in the ear that Bill wasn't licking.

"Relax. Let him touch you. Will you let us both be inside you at once?"

"I get the feeling I don't have much--ohhhh--choice in the matter," she replied, squirming onto Charlie's fingers. She shifted, hands moving, grabbing his arse. "But I don't want Bill in my arse," she protested, gasping as she felt Bill's finger probing around her arsehole, pushing a little. "He's too big."

Charlie grinned wickedly. "He's not as thick as I am, though. Trust me, you'll want him." He curled his fingers towards himself, making her muscles twitch around him. She canted her hips down onto his fingers, needing more.

"Greedy sister," Bill observed, pulling his finger back and wiping it over the tip of his cock, coating it before pushing it back against her pucker.

"Bill," she whined. He was ready for the protest, but not the next words out of her mouth. "Quit teasing and just put it in!" She pushed back against his finger and he felt it slide in up to the first knuckle. She let out a little moan, happy, muscles clenching around him. "Oh yes, that's it."

"That's nothing, baby sister," Bill murmured against her neck. Charlie was taking advantage of her distraction to hunch down a little, attempting to line his cock up with her. Bill pushed his finger in farther, forcing her up on her knees, and her eyes widened in surprise.

"Oh!" she breathed out. It was just enough of a difference for Charlie to be able to get his cock under her and press up. He knelt up, grunting as he entered her.

"Wicked," Bill breathed against Ginny's neck, and he pushed another finger inside her, slowly, adjusting to the channel of his sister's arse, so much smaller and tighter than what he was used to with Charlie.

"Can we--" Charlie murmured, pausing as Ginny clenched around him. "Wicked little girl! Can we just get down to the floor? My knees aren't going to last like this." Bill and Ginny both nodded, and the three of them lowered their conjoined bodies to the floor, clenching around each other, none of them wanting to break the connection. Charlie sighed happily as he relaxed, lying on his back, his cock and Bill's fingers still buried inside their little sister. He thrust up into Ginny a few times, then stopped, a look of abject horror washing over his face.

"Ginny, you're taking a, um, potion, right?"

"What am I, stupid?" replied Ginny, spreading her thighs a little wider and grinding herself down on Charlie's cock. "Of course I am!"

"All right," Charlie grinned, and he tangled his legs with hers, fucking her, as Ginny buried her face in his neck and started nibbling on the tanned and freckled skin there. Charlie grinned up at Bill.

"Go ahead," he murmured, and Bill withdrew his fingers from Ginny's arse, replacing them with his cock, and Ginny squealed a bit as he did, causing both brothers to laugh.

"I feel you," Bill said, smiling down at Charlie, shoving himself forward into Ginny's arse.

"Feel me? I feel you," Charlie said, smiling back before leaning in to kiss his brother over his sister's shoulder.

"I can feel you both," Ginny managed, smacking Charlie lightly on the shoulder. "Now move!"

"So bossy," Bill said, breaking the kiss and pushing his hips forward a bit roughly. Ginny gasped and her fingers tightened on Charlie's shoulder.

"Yes," she hissed. "Yes."

They settled into a rhythm after a few moments, Ginny getting used to the strangely full feeling of Charlie and Bill inside of her at once. Bill reached one hand around to cover Ginny's on Charlie's arse, the other holding her hip as he continued to thrust against her. She bit her lip and pressed her forehead against Charlie's neck as they fucked her.

Ron had his face turned towards the threesome and was watching his eldest brothers pumping in and out of his sister.

"Jealous?" asked Percy, inserting a lubricated finger into Ron's arse without warning.

"Hey!" protested Ron, turning his face back to Percy, "When did we decide you got to be the one doing the fucking?"

"When you became so blatantly distracted," Percy replied pragmatically, pushing against Ron's thigh and inserting a second finger, then a third.

"Ngh," Ron replied, and his thighs fell open a little farther of their own accord.

"Don't even try to tell me you don't like this," Percy smirked, and he began working his three fingers in and out of Ron's arse, twisting them a bit, crooking them upwards to hit Ron's prostate when they were fully in. Ron groaned loudly, one leg bending as he tried (and failed) to pull away from Percy's fingers, cock nudging up against his stomach.

"Not --no," Ron managed to get out. "I'm not going to let you bugger me."

"I'm older," Percy said matter-of-factly. "Now lean back and spread your legs a bit more, or else this simply won't work." He tapped Ron's prostate again.

"Prat," Ron gasped, but he leaned backwards, his freckled pink cock in the air. He braced his hands over Percy's shoulders, holding himself up. He could feel Percy remove his fingers and then there was the feel of the firm head of his cock nudging against his arse and ohhhhh, fuck sliding into him so easily.

Percy held his breath for a moment, then exhaled when he was finally buried balls-deep in his youngest brother's arse, and smiled down at Ron.

"Now, this is the fun part," Percy said, "And you didn't think I knew how to have fun." Ron rolled his eyes but smiled up at his brother, wondering if Percy could even see his smile without his glasses, but his mind was wiped clean of coherent thought when Percy began to move.

Percy pulled out slowly, relishing the slick, clenching walls of Ron's virgin arse, then pushed back in again, just as slowly, watching Ron's face as best he could through the haze of his poor vision. Percy supposed that if Ron hated the sensation, Ron would've stopped him by now, but as he couldn't see Ron's face, and Ron wasn't making any noise, he couldn't tell. Percy, on the other hand, was revelling in the sensation of fucking his brother up the arse--he'd done Fred twice and George once before, and there had been, well, half a time with Charlie before Bill stepped in, but Ron was entirely new--entirely untouched--entirely Percy's. This was something special.

"All right?" Percy asked as he sped his hips a little, and Ron grunted in response.

"If I don't get a coherent response from you, I'm afraid I'm going to have to stop altogether," Percy mock-threatened, and Ron clutched at his brother's hips.

"No," Ron managed through his clenched jaw. "Just--don't stop."

Percy laughed and leaned forward, placing his hands on the floor on either side of Ron's shoulders.

"That's what I thought," he said, bending down and kissing his brother, pressing their two bodies together tightly, their chests sticking together with sweat that increased as the pace of their fucking accelerated. Percy tried to hold back, tried to just enjoy the sensation of having Ron all around him, but oh, it was nearly too much.

Ron suddenly tensed around Percy, letting out a series of little grunts, back arching as he began to come, shooting white streams across his stomach. Ron's arse was too tight; it felt like he was about to squeeze Percy's prick off. Percy came in Ron, his fingers clenching the hair at the base of his neck, letting out a low groan. As the buzzing left his ears, he thought he heard applause. Ron turned his head towards the sound as well--but it was just Fred's balls slapping against George's flesh.

George was on his knees, his arse in the air, taking it like a champ, pushing back against each of Fred's thrusts. He was talking between each thrust, fingers curled into the rug. "New - lube - product - working - great - ngh - fuck - that's - Merlin!"

"I'm Fred," Fred reminded him, thrusting harder. "Lubrication is good and seems to last. Mmph! It definitely increases the lubrication with harder strokes. No drying out at all."

"Pass some of that over here?" Bill asked, his face looking slightly pained. He hadn't got quite enough lube on his dick before he'd pushed it into Ginny's arse and now he was paying the price.

"Right--catch!" And Fred, not missing a thrust, tossed a pocket-sized tube to Bill, who caught it in the air.

"Thanks," Bill grinned, and he pulled out of Ginny, drawing a disappointed moan from her and one from Charlie as well.

"A little patience, please," he insisted, slathering himself with the twins' latest creation. He smoothed a little onto Ginny's arsehole for good measure, then pushed back in, and immediately felt the results of the twins' lube.

"Holy--" he gasped after the first couple of thrusts, "This is amazing--Charlie, you have to try it--the sensation's increased by ten--"

"Twenty, actually," Fred interrupted, "And we're working on one that increases sensation by a hundred times, too."

"Yeah," George added, thrusting his hips back towards Fred and wanking himself furiously, "The only drawback is neither of us can last long enough to put it in!" And with that, George let out one last gasp and came all over the rug, thick streams of semen soaking into the multicoloured stripes. He went a little weak at the knees, yet still cheered Fred on until his twin came, too, giving George a loud series of smacks on the arse as he did so, and the two collapsed in a panting, laughing, satiated heap.

Charlie, meanwhile, for his part, was too busy biting his lip and trying to keep from coming before Bill did to even take heed of the conversation Bill and the twins were having. Ginny was keening in a way that was far too sexy for his baby sister (despite the knowledge that she and Ron had been at it for years) and it was taking every bit of concentration to control himself. He could feel Bill's cock through the thin membrane separating them, and when the heads of their cocks slipped against each other, rubbing, it was enough to drive Charlie up a wall.

Bill met Charlie's eyes over Ginny's shoulder, nodding just slightly, communicating silently. Charlie picked up his pace, knowing it would only be a few thrusts before they'd both come. Ginny felt the change and let out a sexy little grunt, pushing back against the both of them.

"Fuck," she said. "Fuck, don't come before I do, fuck!" She was desperately close, muscles on fire, hair loose around her head, spilling down. Ready to end this, Bill reached around and pinched her nipple, biting down onto her shoulder. That was enough to drive her over the edge, crying out, muscles rippling around both of them. Bill thrust through her orgasm and came, feeling Charlie follow a moment after him.

The three of them collapsed upon each other, panting, for a brief moment, until Ginny began to squirm and laugh, shoving at Bill's shoulders.

"Get off, Fatty," she insisted, wriggling between her brothers and kicking at Bill's legs. Bill slipped out of her arse and rolled off her, but not without first administering a nip to her shoulder and a slap to her bum. Ginny peeled herself from Charlie and collapsed on the rug, surveying her siblings all laid out before her upon Charlie's rapidly deflating cushioning charm.

Fred and George were sitting up already, discussing the merits of the lubricant they had been using, and Ginny rubbed her arse--it was a bit sore, but she had to admit the lube really had made everything feel just that much better.

Ron and Percy, on the other hand, were still entwined with each other, and Ginny didn't feel the surge of jealousy she once might have expected as Percy brushed Ron's fringe from his face and Ron smoothed a hand along Percy's bare thigh. Though she knew Ron wasn't hers by any means, they always had shared something a little extra special when the siblings all got together like this, but now she saw that she'd maybe been a little too selfish before.

Ginny rolled onto her back, staring up at the ceiling, her arms and legs spread wide, cooling, and let a lazy smile spread itself over her face.

"That looks like an invitation," Bill said, grinning over his shoulder at her. He had his wand in his hand and was already cleaning up, the light from the fire flickering off his skin and tattoos

"Not for you," Ginny said, shifting a little. "Just seeing how long it'll take for all that come to leak out of me."

"That usually goes faster when you sit up," he replied. "You know, there's this amazing thing called gravity--"

"Bastard," Ginny said, cutting him off. "Shut up and let me enjoy my afterglow."

Ron stifled a yawn, resting his head on Percy's shoulder. Percy stroked down his hair. "We should probably all go to bed," he said. After a moment's pause, he added: "Even if we don't have work tomorrow."

For some reason, that struck Charlie as funny, and he started laughing quietly. Bill and Ginny picked up on it a moment later, and it wasn't long before all seven Weasley children were having a good laugh.

"Next time," Bill said, wiping his eyes as he got his chuckles under control, "I think we should just draw partners out of a hat, see if we can finally separate Fred and George."

"That's about as likely as Percy getting another day off," Ginny pointed out. She propped herself up on her elbows.

"Oh, I'm sure he'll get something off," Ron replied, fingers running down Percy's spine.

"And to think it might not be you," Percy responded, shivering and leaning into Ron's touch. "But then, in a family with seven children, you really do learn how to share."