Special delivery for freckles42, part 1 Title: Shattered, part 1 Author:altusargentum Recipient's LJ name:freckles42 Rating: NC-17 Pairing: Ginny/Ron Word Count: 13,005 Warnings: anal, angst, hurt/comfort, strong language, strong sexual content, rimming, semi-darkfic, Weasleycest Summary: b Ron and Ginny feel isolated and ostracized after the war. The siblings discover they can trust only each and explore their forbidden love. Authors notes: A big thank you to T for her beta work on this fic! Freckles42 this was a joy to write and somewhat of a departure, don't normally do darkish fics. It ended up rather long, hope you enjoy!
Ginny stood in front of the mirror, trying different things with her hair. Even on a good night, getting it just so was a chore, and tonight was a good night, she hoped, even though doubts lingered in her mind.
Ginny had met this new bloke a few days ago in Diagon Alley. Ever since the damaged buildings had been repaired she had been eager to go back and visit a comfortable place she remembered from her childhood, before the war. Ginny hadn’t had many suitors in the five years since the war, since she’d lost her eye, and the attention made her suspicious even though she was flattered.
Moody had often joked that before long, everyone would wind up looking like him, scarred and withered by curses and dark magic. Ginny sighed and thought about how right he’d been as she finished with her hair and put the eye patch on over her magical eye, charming it to match her dress. She could see just fine out of the replacement but it attracted attention, and a patch was more discrete than the swirling kaleidoscope that now occupied her left eye socket. She accepted the loss of depth perception to cover up her imperfection. Moody said she’d get used to it, that it was better than the one he had, but Ginny just felt like a freak.
She wished there hadn’t been any mirrors in the flat she shared with Ron, but she conceded to Ron’s vanity. He still had his good looks, and at least his scars were easily hidden.
Every time Ginny looked in the mirror she remembered that awful day at the Ministry during the last Death Eater assault of the war. A killing curse that had been meant for her had hit the Mirror of Erised and caused it to explode near Ginny. They said she’d been lucky, but she hadn’t felt lucky at the time. Ginny had turned to avoid the brunt of the shards that scarred her skin... her cheek and the side of her face, her forearm and shoulder and above her breast. As she touched the scars on her left side she remembered the agony of a million slivers of glass shredding her skin, and the most painful one of all, the one that took her eye. But Ginny wasn’t the only Weasley who had scars.
During the war, their father had changed. The horror of it all, combined with the crushing grief of losing half of his sons, had made Arthur Weasley vengeful, not at all like he was before. People still whispered of the night that he finally caught up with Bellatrix LeStrange, and how there was hardly anything left of her when Shacklebolt arrived. Critical eyes had been watching their dad even then, and Percy only managed to succeed politically by distancing himself from his father.
Fred soldiered on and tried to help their Mum and Dad, but he was a shell of himself without George. Percy was busy at the Ministry, rooting out the last of the old Pureblood power structure and deflecting the criticism his father and Ron had earned during the war. Ron had changed, Ginny knew this, but she still worried and cared about him. Ginny tried not to think about it, really, but their father’s mental state was one of the reasons that she and Ron had moved out of the Burrow and into London. The Burrow had emerged from the war unscathed, but its inhabitants had not.
Ginny took a deep breath and checked her reflection, satisfied that she still had her figure, at least. The black dinner dress was lovely and she knew she filled it out well. She hoped that this new bloke would see that – and see past her scars. Ginny opened the bathroom door and stepped out to see Ron lounging on his favorite armchair.
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Ron glared at the fire, absentmindedly picking at the fabric on the armrest with one hand while his other slowly swirled half a glass of fire whiskey. He heard noises coming from the bathroom, objects being clanked about as Ginny readied herself for a date. He sank further into a dark mood, for tonight he'd be alone with the misery of his haunting thoughts.
The Weasley family had been under a lot of scrutiny and criticism since the war ended, mostly due to his father's unstable and violent temper. After Harry killed Voldemort, the war ended swiftly and with every Voldemort sympathizer that was brought to the justice, the blood traitor prejudice grew weaker. There were a few remaining splinter groups that still worked to enforce the idea of blood purity, and those had come after the Weasley family. Ron and Ginny had to watch their backs most cautiously in the beginning, but for the past several months, there had been no personal attacks against either of them. Still, Ron worried about her whenever she went out.
Ron's eyes darted towards the bathroom door when he heard Ginny drop something and curse. Even though it was probably safe, he still didn't like the idea of his baby sister leaving him and going out with a strange bloke.
Ron became mesmerized by the flickering fire again and shifted in the chair when he felt a surge of pain just below his ribs. He knew it was a phantom ache; that his wound, after five years really didn't hurt anymore.
He closed his eyes and could see it all again. That horrible night he was dueling for his life and got sliced open by a partly deflected Sectumsempra.
He could see it. He could feel it. The singe of his flesh being torn apart... His hot blood pouring out, soaking his clothing... The gruesome feel of his ribs and his liver when he had jammed his hand into the gash to staunch the flow of blood... and there had been so much... Then his thoughts turned to all those he'd killed. He knew exactly how many. Twenty-three. He still didn’t know which kill had been the hardest. Was it his is first? Saying the words "Avada Kedavra" and meaning it, meaning it with all the hate it took to kill and knowing he'd never be the same.
Or was it the kill that was a mistake? A terrible mistake. The curse that came from his wand and hit Theodore Nott. He'd never forgive himself. And Hermione never did understand.
That was probably why they'd grown apart. She didn't identify with him, the torture he endured in mind and soul. Not after that. She couldn't comprehend why he couldn't put it behind him – they were at war after all.
Eventually she turned to Harry, who for some reason was "okay" with all that had come to pass. But Harry hadn't lost part of his family to the grave or to near lunacy. He didn't have a family before the war, and for the first time Ron was jealous of that. Must be easier when you have no family to lose, he mused darkly.
Ron felt a new burn of anger when he thought about how Harry had rejected his sister in much the same way Hermione had abandoned him. Ginny, broken and damaged, was no longer good enough for "the chosen one."
Fuck Harry Potter…and Hermione Granger. They could have each other. "To the fucking golden couple," he spat mockingly, extending his glass towards the fire. The memories of the three of them, their camaraderie, were long gone and replaced only by his sense of betrayal.
Another clank in the bathroom. Dear, sweet Ginny. Yes, she was flawed, but she was beautiful, and kind, and most importantly she understood him. Their family being torn apart had pushed them closer together and over the years Ron felt increasingly protective and possessive of his sister. Possessive in the worst way.
It had been a couple years since Ron had been with a witch, and even those experiences had been hollow, more like masturbating into someone. He didn't feel anything for any of them -- but he did have feelings for Ginny. He loved her. Of course he did, she was his sister. But sometimes he wante her, and that made him ashamed. He knew he must be really screwed up to desire his sister like that, just because he was needy. But he couldn't help it. He loved her. And she loved him.
Ron treasured just looking at her.
In fact, he wished he could watch her right now. He would have to put out of his mind that she was getting dressed for some other wizard, and pretend that she was taking care to dress for him, for them, so they could perhaps enjoy a nice night in their flat with dinner and conversation and comfort in front of the fire.
He wanted to watch her brush her hair, maybe glance at him, knowingly - as a reflection in the mirror.
He wanted to watch her slowly draw red lipstick across her full, pouty lips.
He wanted to watch her bend down, and see her rounded arse pressing back through the fabric of her dress as she raised it, bit by bit, exposing the long line of her leg as she adjusted her stocking, fiddling with the clasp where the garter attached. Still looking at him.
Fuck. Ginny Weasley. My little sister. His cock began to throb.
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And just then she was standing before him. He hadn't even heard her come out of the bathroom.
"Well, how do I look?" Ginny repeated, trying to snap Ron out of his reverie.
What was the right answer? That she looked good enough to... Ron let his eyes linger on her, and he hoped she couldn't read the shameful desire in his gaze. He didn't want her to go. He wanted to pull her right into his lap. Part her lips with his tongue and taste her. He wanted to feel her sweet, tight arse grinding against his aching cock. Hear her moan for him.
"You look good Gin," he began, "too good," he finished disapprovingly and then stood up abruptly.
He cupped her face in one hand and let his fingers slowly trail down her fine jaw line, "I know you can handle yourself, but if that bloke does anything out of line, I swear – "
Ginny rolled her eyes and put her hand on Ron’s arm, pushing it down gently. “Come off it, will you? I can take care of myself.” She didn’t like it when Ron was like this, but then again, she’d dated so rarely it was few and far between. She knew he meant well, at any rate, and she blushed with shame to think that her brother was definitely fitter than the wizard she was seeing for dinner.
Ron dropped his hand and took a step away from her. Being this close, feeling like he did at this moment was almost too much. "I know Gin, you're right. Just be careful all right?"
“It’s not an ambush, Ron, it’s just dinner,” Ginny laughed. “Seriously now, do I look all right?” she asked again, turning slowly as she watched Ron’s eyes roam over her body.
They’d always been physically casual around each other, especially now that they had their own flat, and Ron had seen what was under the dress a few times... and the way his eyes moved made her wonder if it were all on accident.
Ron reached down and grasped her hand, "You do. You look great." He didn't want to let her hand go, she looked so bloody hot in that black dress that he wanted to feel every curve of her body pressed up against him.
But he dropped her hand, turned to retrieve his glass and asked, "When do you think you'll be home?"
"Depends on how things go. I won't be home if all goes well," Ginny said playfully.
Ron snapped his head around and he glared at her harshly, his heart pounding with jealousy.
"Sorry. Look - just don't wait up all right?” Ginny could see that Ron was in one of his moods and she hadn’t meant to provoke him. “You look like hell. Try to get some rest," she said softly as she gathered her cloak and headed out the door.
Ron watched her leave and then made his way into the kitchen. All the whiskey he'd drank on an empty stomach suddenly made him feel sick and he figured he should eat something.
While rummaging through the pantry, he heard a familiar voice coming from the living room. He leaned out of the kitchen to look down the hall as his reflexes compelled him to draw his wand.
“Ron, Ginny, are you home?” It was Harry calling through the floo. Ron felt excitement and regret at the sound of that familiar tone. “Oi, Ron, Ginny, come on...” Harry’s voice was plaintive and a little whiny. Ron didn’t like it. He could also swear he heard Hermione whispering in the background.
Harry’s and Hermione’s betrayal still burned in Ron’s mind, because he thought he knew them both, but in the end they rejected the damaged Weasleys in favour of one another. Ron knew it made a twisted sort of sense, really, that his two best friends would wind up together instead of with them, because Merlin knew he and his sister were both unfit for a relationship.
Ron tried to clear his mind and he put his wand away as he walked into the living room to see Harry’s face in the floo. Ron put on a fake smile and tried to sound cheery, “Oi, mate, what’s going on?”
“Have you forgotten about tomorrow?” Harry chuckled. “It’s the anniversary ball. Five years.”
Ron sat down on the couch hard, images of death and the stench of blood swimming in his mind. His vision blurred and tears threatened to betray his inner struggle, “Of course...of course not,” Ron stammered, breathing deep and regaining his cool.
“Are you flooing me to make sure I go?” Ron forced a laugh, and this time he did hear Hermione whispering in the background, saying something like ‘if he doesn’t want to...’
“Well, no, Ron, I’m just flooing to ask you if you are going,” Harry said flatly, and Ron could tell he was annoyed. “You missed the one year ball.”
Ron wanted to scream at him. Half of my fucking family was dead, and all you could think about was celebrating! You stole my bird and broke my sister’s heart! But Ron had already had that shouting match with Harry, and over the last five years he had learned that it was pointless to revisit it.
“I’ll speak to Ginny,” Ron replied, his eyes narrowing in disgust. “I’m pretty sure she’ll want to go.” If for no other reason than to hex you both.
“Great!” Harry smiled and Ron wanted to punch him. “We’ll see you there tomorrow night.” Harry’s face disappeared from the floo before Ron could wish any more harm on it.
Five years, Ron thought as he stood up and headed to the liquor cabinet again. Five years of nightmares and wishing Ginny were whole again, and wishing that he hadn’t killed all those people.
Five years of wondering why Bill and Charlie and George had to die, and why their father had to lose his mind... Ron poured a tall fire whiskey and brought it and the bottle back over to the couch.
“Here’s to the Weasleys,” he toasted to no one in particular and took a deep swig from the glass. The whiskey burned like the past.
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The clock showed a quarter 'til two and Ron stirred in his slumber on the couch. He heard the damned floo again and not wanting to be roused flopped over to his other side with his back facing the room. He was almost fully asleep again when he heard a few muffled sobs and then caught the aroma of her familiar floral scent.
Ginny is home.
Ron rolled back over and sat up; rubbing his bleary eyes and watching Ginny come into focus. She looked angry, miserable.
I'll kill the bastard!
"Sit down Gin, have a drink," Ron said handing her a glass and filling it with fire whiskey, "and tell me what happened."
“Oh Ron, it was a bloody disaster.” Ginny replied as she took the glass of fire whiskey and flopped onto the couch next to her brother. She took a deep swig of the burning alcohol and tears welled in her eyes, from the disappointment and the whiskey.
“So we went to this lovely restaurant in Diagon Alley, and it was just awkward from the moment we sat down.” Ginny went on, describing her misfortune to her brother. “Andrew – that’s the bastard’s name, by the way – Andrew couldn’t hold a conversation with me for more than a few minutes without staring at my eye, or my scars.” She took another pull from the whiskey and sat back, putting her hand on Ron’s arm.
“There was something else, too, something I couldn’t quite place.” Ginny went on, remembering details about the evening that were clearer now that she was safe at home. “He seemed distracted, looking over my shoulder and such, like he was expecting someone.” Ginny took hold of the eye patch and tore it off in disgust, tossing it on the coffee table. She blinked a few times and let her eyes adjust, and saw the look of concern on her brother’s face. “I think he was looking around for a prettier bird.”
"He sounds like a bloody moron!" Ron eyed the hem of Ginny's dress as she leaned forward to fill her glass. His eyes traveled up her thigh to the exposed lacy top of her stockings.
"Your dress is gorgeous – and so are you. Any wizard who doesn't think so is a damned fool or a poof!" Ron threw back what was left in his glass, discarded it and began to drink straight from the bottle.
Ginny laughed, a hollow sound that carried no joy. “It’s just the same as last time, Ron.” She said as Ron filled her glass again and continued to drain the bottle. “I haven’t had a decent date since the war ended... neither of us have.” She said darkly, realizing the meaning of that for the both of them.
Ron scowled, he knew very well what Ginny had said was true, but he didn't like hearing it even though he thought of little else. "Nothing is the same anymore, everyone is different, why bother," he said bitterly.
Ginny settled in closer to her brother, nursing her whiskey and nodding, feeling his comforting presence. She was so angry about tonight and she was hoping for something better, something different... but all she could think about now was how warm and safe she felt next to Ron, who would never disappoint her or betray her.
Ron slammed the bottle down on the end table, drew the back of his hand across his mouth and said, "Harry flooed while you were gone. He was trying to convince us to go to that bloody ball tomorrow."
"Oh bloody hell, Ron," Ginny sighed, and she imagined that Ron had not been pleased. "What did you tell him?" She turned to face her brother on the couch. "I know you don't want to go, but I think it would be good for you – you never go out." We never go out, she thought. "All the people we fought alongside will be there. Maybe it will be good for us to see familiar faces."
Ron exhaled and put the bottle back to his lips, "Whatever Gin. Fine. I'll go." But only so I can keep my eye on you, make sure no one hurts you again.
Ginny sat her drink down and hiccupped, and was satisfied now that Ron had said that he was going. She would rather see him in dress robes than that weedy bloke Andrew, at any rate.
"You look tired, Ron," she said, and stood up to take his hand. Ginny grunted as she pulled her brother up off of the couch. She looked back at him as they held hands, and she led him down the hallway of their flat to his room. She wished she'd been being led to Andrew's room, instead of this, and she felt ashamed that she would have shagged Andrew if things had gone well, even though she thought he was a reed.
Ron watched Ginny flop on his bed, all laid out and looking – inviting. She stretched and bent her knees causing her dress to ride up her leg, exposing the suspenders of her garter belt. Ron's heart began to pound seeing the contrast between her dark under things and her creamy skin.
Ginny knew her body had been expecting certain...things to happen tonight, and she felt flushed from the whiskey and the frustration. She thought she'd head to her room after she said goodnight to Ron and have a good wank. Ginny rolled onto her side and looked up to see Ron standing before her, staring and looking hungry.
Ginny swallowed a lump in her throat the size of bludger.
"Ron," she said tentatively, her mouth going dry, "what would you do... if you weren't my brother?"
His pounding heart skipped a beat and he reached out to caress her leg, feeling the silkiness of her stockings and the taut muscles underneath, "I'd take care of you properly," he said only half-jokingly, waiting for her reaction.
Ron's hand on her leg felt molten, even through her stocking, and Ginny felt a shock in her core that made her moan. Reflexively, she rolled onto her back and lifted her knees slightly as his hand traveled up the back of her calf and across her knee. "Ron," she whispered, "Oooh," Ginny's body was reacting ahead of her mind and she didn't care.
Ron watched her respond so willingly to his touch and he let his hand travel up her leg, pushing her dress up to the top of her thigh. His eyes took in her fancy lace knickers that matched her garter belt and stockings. His cock throbbed uncontrollable as he thought about how exquisite it would feel to rub his cock against that silky, forbidden fabric.
"Ron, your hand feels good," Ginny whispered, her face heating up from excitement. A part of her mind was screaming, wondering what was happening... Ginny reckoned that it was just to warm up, and she could get up and go wank in her room if she wanted, or stay here and let Ron's amazing hands...
"Fuck it," Ginny sat up abruptly and Ron's hand shifted, causing Ginny to moan louder as he palmed the inside of her thigh, above the stockings. Ginny slid forwards and wrapped one hand around Ron's neck, pulling his head close, and she kissed his lips quickly, fearing that it might burn.
"Please, just..." she trailed off as she pulled her mouth away, not wanting to say it aloud, but she rolled her hips and moaned as Ron's fingers pressed against the gusset of her knickers. She knew from awkward conversations with Hermione that he would bloody well get the point.
Ron kissed her fully, tasting the sweetness on her lips…my sister's lips…and he put one hand right between her breasts to push her away. He felt her heart racing and instead pulled her close, pressed his tongue between her lips, and fisted her shirt and pulled her up into him.
He moved and guided her until they were both on their knees, facing each other, still kissing and moaning. He let his hand slide over to begin kneading her tit while his other started to tease her pussy through her damp knickers.
"Right there, Ron," Ginny hissed as her brother's fingers found their mark so quickly it made her senses reel. She moved her hips in a shameless rhythm with Ron's hand, and gasped as his deft fingers teased her sex through her knickers. Ginny kept kissing him even though they were both panting, and Ginny knew he must be excited, too... she thought of how many times she'd seen her brother's cock, mostly by accident, and now she wanted to hold it, to feel it grow and throb in her hand.
Ron moaned as Ginny reached for his trousers, fuck yes, his body rejoiced. Any further protests from his mind went unacknowledged, and he shuffled so she could easily take his cock out. He pulled her knickers to the side and pushed his fingers into her tight little cunt, feeling her clench around him instantly. He groaned into her mouth and started finger fucking her properly, her fluids already running down his wrist.
Ginny melted into her brother's touch, kissing Ron as she felt his glorious, firm cock against her palm. She ran her fingers up and down his hard shaft in time with the movement of his fingers as they slid in and out of her. Ginny whined and cursed, spreading her legs further as Ron's thumb found her clit.
"Ooohh Ginny," Ron moaned as he thrust his hips up into her warm little hand. He let go of her breast and grabbed a fist full of her scarlet hair, arching her head back. His lips found her neck and his teeth began to nip her flesh as he plunged his fingers in an out of her pussy deeper and faster.
Ginny wiggled her hips around as Ron finger fucked her roughly, and moaned when his ring finger grazed her arse. She panted as his mouth ravaged her neck and his fingers rubbed and penetrated her, and Ginny blushed to think of what he would do if she asked him to slip a finger into her arsehole just now, like she wanted him to.
Ron was surprised by Ginny's reaction to his incidental contact with her arsehole, and while it excited him to elicit such a reaction from his touch, it also added to his shame, I’m not only finger fucking my sister, but she must like it in the arse too...
"So good," Ginny wailed, and thrust down onto Ron's fingers as they found their mark deep inside her pussy. She could feel herself gripping her brother's fingers tightly and she knew she was close to cumming all over his hand. Ginny increased the pace of her hand, gripping Ron's cock tightly at the base and teasing the head on every stroke, wanking him and wanting to feel him cum, wanting to make him feel good...
Ron plunged his fingers deep into his sister's wet cunt, feeling the tight grip she had on his cock and the teasing little flicks she was giving the head with her thumb, smearing his precum back into his skin. Then he threw his head back and groaned his body shaking as he shot a thick, pearly load of cum all over Ginny's hand. He thrust harder into her fist and leaned into her, watching the rest of his seed land in globs on her stockings and the inside of her thigh.
Ginny looked down right as she felt Ron's cock start to throb and pulse in her hand, and she watched with growing lust as he came. Ron's cum was thick and warm against her thigh, and Ginny moaned as he painted her leg and her hand. The sight of her brother cumming spurred Ginny's orgasm quickly and she tightened around his fingers, her hips bucking as her climax washed over her body. Ginny moaned and pitched forwards, kissing Ron hard as she shuddered from the force of her pleasure, white heat spreading through her muscles and leaving her sated.
Ron sat back a bit, reeling from his orgasm. He kept his fingers inside his sister's pussy, noticing the feel of her soft, wet walls and experiencing her cunt quiver. He slowed his pace, bringing her down while his hard cock still twitched in her warm hand.
Ginny relaxed and leaned away from Ron, as he had, but she didn't take her hand off of his cock. She took a good look at it now that she was this close, and she felt along the shaft and remarked at how smooth the head felt. Ginny bit her lip and was content to let Ron explore her pussy as she touched his cock, and she smiled as she saw that he stayed hard while she rubbed him. His fingers felt good inside her, slower now, and Ginny sighed and rolled her hips slightly in time with his movements.
Ron looked at his sister while she stared, unabashed, at his cock and then looked down at her pussy, watching his fingers sliding in and out of her full, pouty pussy lips as they folded around his fingers. Her clit was red and swollen, and he gave it a few tender flicks, hearing her gasp slightly in response.
"Thanks, Ron," Ginny sighed, and gave his rigid cock a few tugs before she took her hand away. She leaned forwards and kissed his cheek. "I was so bloody worked up after the date went bad, you know." Ginny looked at his face, trying to let him know that it was okay, even though it really wasn't, and she was afraid of what he'd say, and she really didn't want him to slide his fingers out of her cunt, even though she knew he must.
"Yeah, you did look upset... and randy," Ron stammered, "anytime." He gave her pussy a few deep, slow pumps with his fingers, and then pushed them all the way into her cunt, up to the last knuckle and leaned forward, kissing her cheek as he pulled his fingers out.
Ginny bit her lip and smiled nervously, her pussy still tingling from Ron's deft fingers. A few awkward moments passed and she wondered desperately what he was thinking, as they sat here on his bed after wanking and snogging each other senseless.
"Is it okay if I sleep in here?" she asked before she could think about it.
Ron felt all sorts of things - shame, fear, lust...but he nodded in agreement, because he didn't want her to go, he loved her, and he didn't want her to feel rejected as she had by all the other wizards in her life as of late.
Ginny breathed a long sigh of relief and kissed Ron on the cheek again. She slid her legs to the side of the bed and stood up, shooting her brother a glance before she began disrobing.
Ginny drew her wand and pulled down her zipper with a flick, and let the black dinner dress pool at her feet. She put her foot up on the footboard and unhooked the stockings from the garter belt as she took them off, blushing as her fingers touched her brother's warm cum, still on her stocking and her thigh.
Ginny turned to face him now, watching Ron's eyes as she undid her bra and let her breasts free. She ran her hands under them a few times, remarking at how hard her nipples still were from her excitement. Then Ginny hooked her thumbs in the sides of her knickers and pulled them down and off, standing naked in front of her brother for a moment, before she climbed into his bed.
Ron quickly chucked his clothes while watching his sister undress and held the covers up for her as she crawled into bed. He collected her against his body, spooning behind her, and willed his cock to behave as he felt her soft naked body against his own.
Ginny stifled a moan as she felt her brother's solid body behind her. He wrapped an arm around her body and cupped a breast in his big, warm hand. As he curled against her, she inhaled sharply as she felt his swelling cock against the back of her thigh. She thought about how many times she'd slept with him before tonight, scared from thunder or worse things, feeling safe curled up with her big brother. But it had never been like this, and it would never be the same again.
"I love you, Ron," Ginny whispered, and moved her hips slightly, delighting in the wicked feel of Ron's hard, warm cock against her skin. "Goodnight."
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Ron awoke, curled on his side with Ginny cocooned into his body, their cheeks pressed together. He raised his head to see their reflection in the mirror. In sleep Ginny looked younger, still worn but not so beaten-down and of course, beautiful.
The angle of the sun spilling through the window let Ron know it was early afternoon. They'd slept late, and he knew why as his head suddenly began to pound and his tongue felt thick. Too much fire whiskey, and….oh Merlin!
Ron slipped away from his sister, trying to minimize the movement of the mattress, and he thought he'd made a clean get away until he returned, with two glasses of water to find her looking at him with a sleepy gaze.
"Here," he said handing her a glass. "I thought you could use this."
Ginny propped herself up on her elbow, "Thanks," she said smiling sweetly and took a drink. She set the glass down and reached out for him, "come back to bed, I miss you."
Ron swallowed hard and did as he was told.
They lay on their sides for a moment, looking at each other, unsure of what to say. Then, Ginny leaned in and kissed her brother softly, seeking permission, and Ron kissed her back, pulling her into him by the back of her head and parting her soft, warm lips with his tongue.
Ginny moaned tenderly, longingly, into her brother's mouth and moved her leg so it rested on top of his, gently sliding it up and down. His body was so strong and warm…and then she choked back a sob. She pulled her lips from his and blurted out, "I'm so sorry Ron. I love you, it's just – I know I pressured you into this, and it was wrong. It doesn't feel wrong, but it is and you're so good to me, and I don't want you to feel bad."
As much as Ron desired her and wanted to touch her like he did last night, he did feel badly about it. But he could never tell her that. He loved her and he didn't want to see her unhappy. This forbidden desire they had for each other was obviously mutual, but he felt that it was his place to control it, and he wasn't doing a very good job.
Ron cupped her face in his hand, "I love you too Gin. Don't worry about how I feel because I just want you to be happy. You deserve to be happy."
The way she was looking up at him with desire, and longing in her eyes was too much. Ron sat up on the bed, "How about some breakfast? We should eat something to settle our stomachs before that bloody ball tonight."
Ginny nodded. "That sounds good; I think I'll take a shower."
They spent the rest of the afternoon lounging around the flat, staying close to each other and exchanging glances, trying not to talk about last night. With each glimpse, Ginny was desperate to know the thoughts behind Ron's looks. She wanted him, all of him, and she was dying to know how he felt, if he wanted to take her…not just because he thought she "deserved to be happy," but because he needed to take her, to be her lover.
Ron couldn't miss the longing in Ginny's eyes, he knew her too well. He was feeling guilty already, for indulging himself with his sister like he did last night. Now he was terrified it only made her want more and that he would be powerless to stop it.
After a late lunch, they began to get ready for the ball. Ron was again wondering why he agreed to go to the ball when he knew it was a farce - he didn't want to face any of these people. But then he saw Ginny as she emerged from her room, she was breathtaking and he had to touch her.
Ron stepped into the hall, slipped his arms around her waist and kissed her deeply, feeling her body melt into his. Despite his shame, it was reassuring to touch her, kiss her, and hold her like this.
Ginny kissed Ron back eagerly, sliding her leg up his and then she felt his hand on her thigh, pushing up her dress and teasing a finger under the garter of her stockings.
"I've never seen you in stockings and heels two nights running," he mumbled against her lips.
“It might be best that way, seeing your reaction,” Ginny grinned as she recaptured his mouth with hers and slid her leg further up his thigh, encouraging his hands to keep exploring.
Ron's cock was hard against her leg and he pressed his hips into her, groaning. He hooked his finger under the garter, running the back of it up and down her leg, listening to the sweet noises that escaped her throat and tasting her full, pouty lips.
Ginny laced her fingers behind Ron's neck, pulling him deeper into their kiss and shifted her hips so she could fully feel the swell of Ron's shaft against her leg. She felt dizzy with lust and willed him to read her mind, just take me, right here, lift me up and shag me rotten right here against this wall….
Ron's finger trailed to the top of her garter belt and just under the band of her knickers. He knew if he slipped them inside she'd be wet, so warm and wet for him – her brother. Fuck. He had to stop.
Ron moved his hand from under her dress, put it on her waist and with great effort slowly pulled his body away from hers.
Ginny whimpered as Ron moved back, but let him go, just resting her hands on his shoulders, looking up into his eyes.
They gazed at each other for a moment, breathing heavily, and then Ron stepped back further, feeling her hands slide down his chest as he moved away. He didn’t know what to say. But he did know the only way out of this was to go to the dreaded ball.
"Come on Gin," he said as he started walking down the hall. "I'll get your cloak."