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  Rating:
      Explicit
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      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Harry_Potter_-_J._K._Rowling
  Relationship:
      Bill_Weasley/Ginny_Weasley, Fleur_Delacour/Bill_Weasley
  Character:
      Ginny_Weasley, Bill_Weasley, Fleur_Delacour, Romilda_Vane, Molly_Weasley,
      Harry_Potter, Hermione_Granger
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, Love_Potion/Spell, Sex_Pollen, Unreliable_Narrator
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      Published: 2016-05-20 Updated: 2016-10-18 Chapters: 7/? Words: 9889
****** Strong Magic ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Ginny accidentally drinks a powerful love potion meant for Harry.
     However, this is no simple love potion-it contains powerful, Dark
     magic and has some... unwanted side effects. Not only that, but the
     subject of Ginny's forced affection is one of the last people she'd
     ever want to fall in love with- her brother. Can Bill and Fluer break
     the spell Ginny's under- without breaking their relationship?
     It takes a while to get to the explicit stuff.
Notes
     Ugh... Here's my disclaimer. This is me, disclaiming. I most
     definitely do not own the Harry Potter book series or its film
     adaptations. (Well, technically I do own the Harry Potter books and
     DVDS, but not the rights to them.) I don't own the characters. If I
     did own all that stuff, I'd be a billionaire living in Scotland,
     spending my days rolling in money and writing screenplays for my
     upcoming Harry Potter spinoff series.
     Just a warning: Fleur is in this story, and I'm going to try to write
     her accent like J.K. Rowling does. Sorry if it gets annoying, and
     sorry if I do it wrong. I probably will.
See the end of the work for more notes
***** Romilda's Plan *****
A small group of girls sat huddled together in a tightly-knit group in the
Gryffindor common room one evening, whispering feverishly, each glancing over
her shoulder repeatedly to check for eavesdroppers. They were discussing a plan
that one of the girls, Romilda Vane, was about to carry out- a plan that, if
successful, would make her the most popular, envied girl in school.
Romilda was going to make Harry Potter, the Chosen One, fall deeply in love
with her.
The plan was simple. Romilda had mixed a love potion into a mug of Three
Broomsticks' butterbeer. When the Gryffindor Quidditch team returned from
practice, Romilda would pull Harry aside and offer him the butterbeer. Then,
voila, he'll fall in love with her, ask her to Slughorn's Christmas party, and
be her boyfriend.
Romilda knew her plan would work. She had something better than the 24-hour
love potions sold at Weasleys' Wizard Wheezes- she had bought her love potion
from a shop in Knockturn Alley. This potion probably wasn't even legal. It was
very heavy-duty; the peeling, handwritten label on the bottle informed her that
the effects would last months. Romilda wouldn't have to worry about it wearing
off. However, there was one small catch- the taker of the potion would fall for
the first person he saw after drinking. But that shouldn't be much of a
problem, Romilda thought. She would just have to stay directly in front of
Harry as he drank.
The portrait hole swung open, and the Quidditch players began filing into the
common room. Romilda leapt to her feet and craned her neck, trying to spot
Harry so that she could get his attention before any of his friends could steal
him away. She finally saw him at the back of the line of players, walking side
by side with- she felt a sharp surge of jealousy- Ginny Weasley, a pretty,
redheaded Gryffindor Chaser.
The feelings of disappointment and jealousy quickly left her to be replaced by
smugness and confidence; after all, she was the one with the love potion. No
matter how pretty Ginny was, her looks couldn't beat magic. Romilda smirked and
hurried towards Harry. He would be hers.
***************************
It had been a long, tiring Quidditch practice, and all Harry and Ginny wanted
to do was rest. They were soaking wet, their muscles ached, and neither of them
was in the mood to socialize. So they were both somewhat irritated when Romilda
Vane appeared in front of them, although both had different reasons for their
feelings.
"Hello, Harry," Romilda beamed, not sparing Ginny a glance. "Care to join my
friends and me for some butterbeer? You could use some, you're soaked, you must
be cold. It'll help." She held out a large mug overflowing with foam.
"Er... no, thanks, though... I don't want any... I'm just going to bed." Harry
remembered Hermione's warning about Romilda Vane's plans to slip him a love
potion.
"Oh, I insist! My friends and I couldn't possibly drink that whole bottle!"
Romilda pulled a pout, obviously meant to look flirtatious but instead making
her look like an overgrown toddler.
Ginny gave an impatient scoff. "Oh, for heavens sake! If it's so urgent that
someone drinks the butterbeer-" She snatched the mug from a shocked Romilda,
some of the liquid sloshing onto the carpet.
"No!" Romilda shrieked, but it was too late- Ginny was already chugging the
drink.
Ginny downed most of the sweet-tasting liquid in two gulps. But before she
could finish all of it, she suddenly crumpled to the floor, completely
unconscious, the mug shattering upon impact.
****************************
Ginny opened her eyes and was blinded by the bright light. She squinted. She
felt... terrible. Just terrible. Her head throbbed and her limbs ached, despite
the soft mattress underneath her...
She opened her eyes wider, raising her head off of the pillow. Her vision was a
bit blurry. There were curtains around her bed. She recognized this place. She
was in the hospital wing... but why? What had happened to her?
Ginny closed her eyes, laid back and tried to remember. Worryingly, she
couldn't remember being hurt or getting ill. Must have hit my head or
something, she thought. The last thing she could remember was drinking the
butterbeer that Romilda was trying to force upon Harry. Ginny smirked at the
memory. She wished she could remember the look on Romilda's face after...
"Sis? You awake?" Ginny heard a familiar voice ask softly. She opened her eyes
and blinked a couple of times to clear them. Her brother Bill leaned over her,
concern in his eyes. Those beautiful blue eyes... Ginny stared up in wonder at
Bill as if only really seeing him for the first time. Had he always been so...
perfect?
"Ginny?" Bill said. "How you feeling?"
Ginny didn't answer. She couldn't find her voice. Instead she reached up, put
her hands on either side of his face and pulled his lips down to meet hers.
Bill's lips touched Ginny's for a few seconds before he jerked upright. His
face had gone white under his freckles. He stared down at his little sister, a
shocked, horrified expression frozen on his face. His reaction filled Ginny
with sorrow. She hated to see him upset.
Ginny heard an airy, tinkling laugh nearby. "Your face! You look as eef you've
just seen a demon!" Ginny turned her head and saw Bill's fiance Fleur Delacour
sitting in a chair at the side of the bed, smiling in amusement up at him.
Aside from her usual annoyance at seeing Phlegm (that was what Ginny had taken
to calling her, although not to her face), Ginny now felt much stronger
feelings against her rising. How dare she look at Bill like that? Ginny loved
him, knew him more than Phlegm ever could.
Bill glared slightly at Fleur, his face beginning to flush red. "She's
delusional. Um... I'll go get Madame Pomfrey. Stay here and keep an eye on
her."
Delusional? Ginny almost protested. She wasn't delusional!
Bill hurried away and returned a moment later followed by Madame Pomfrey, who
was carrying a bottle of potion and a small cup. "How are you feeling, dear?
Sore? Nauseated?" she asked.
"I'm fine," Ginny croaked, her voice rough from disuse. She tried to sit up and
winced with pain. Madame Pomfrey shook her head, making a 'tsk' sound. "You
have to rest." She poured some potion into the cup and gave it to Ginny. "Drink
this."
Ginny looked suspiciously into the glass, then sighed and drank the potion. It
tasted like spiced cider. She handed the cup back to Madame Pomfrey. Ginny
looked at Bill, who didn't meet her gaze. Her eyes began to droop. She tried to
fight against the sleepiness, but realized it was impossible. She slumped back
against her pillows.
"There," she heard Madame Pomfrey mutter. "This'll let her rest. She'll be
asleep for a while."
Ginny felt a light hand stroke her hair comfortingly. With some effort, she
opened her heavy eyelids slightly and looked around hopefully; however, Fleur
was the one touching her, not Bill. "Don't," she whispered, before she fell
into a sleep filled with dreams of her love, Bill.
***** Short Goodbyes *****
Chapter Summary
     Bill, Fleur, and Ginny leave Hogwarts.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Ginny sprinted through the halls, making her way to Gryffindor tower. People
stared at her as she rushed past, but she ignored them. She would be going home
with Bill today!
Professor Dumbledore himself had decided that Ginny would be sent away with
Bill and Fleur, who had been staying in Hogsmead since Ginny had awoken. Ginny
had spent two weeks in the hospital wing. Her parents had come to visit her
while she was unconscious, only to leave after a couple of hours (Mr. Weasley
had to get back to work), but Ginny was asked if she wanted her parents to be
called back to the school, Ginny had refused and asked for Bill. She spoke only
of her older brother. She had been given various antidotes and potions, had
numerous spells used on her, but nothing worked. After a few days, Dumbledore
came to see her.
Dumbledore asked Ginny some questions, then explained the problem to her. After
the butterbeer incident, Romilda Vane had been questioned. She hadn't meant to
hurt anyone when she mixed what she had thought was a regular love potion into
a mug of butterbeer meant for Harry Potter- the drink that had poisoned Ginny
and caused her infatuation with Bill. However, the man who had sold Romilda the
potion was found and questioned, and they got it out of him that the potion was
not just a love potion, but sort of a lust potion, that would curse the
drinker. The physical attraction felt by the cursed individual would be
extremely powerful. According to Dumbledore, the potion would wear off over
time, and would wear off much quicker the more time the drinker spent with the
subject of their infatuation. However, it would still last for many months; in
fact, it would last longer than the label on the bottle guaranteed- potions
tend to grow stronger with age, and the man in Knockturn Alley had guessed that
the potion Ginny had drank was about twenty-five years old.
Ginny's condition had been kept a secret from the students. Rumors went around
that she had accidentally been poisoned and somehow cursed, and Romilda Vane
was in no hurry to correct them on the details. On Bill's request, even the
rest of the Weasley family had been kept in the dark. None of the other
students were allowed to visit Ginny, but she didn't care about seeing her
friends anymore. The only person she ever wanted to see was Bill. It frustrated
her that he would always bring Phlegm along on his visits, but all the same,
Ginny was always overjoyed to see him. During the visits, he would always keep
his distance, and Ginny longed for the distance to be closed, but at least he
came.
Dumbledore had given her the password to get into the Gryffindor common room
(Tentacula!), which she yelled to the Fat Lady as soon as she entered the
corridor leading to the common room. The painting swung open and Ginny
clambered into the portrait hole, ran through the empty common room (everyone
was in class) and sprinted up the steps to the girls' dormitories.
Ginny impatiently threw handfuls of wadded-up clothes into her trunk. Her eyes
swept around the room, making sure she hadn't missed anything. She ran back out
the door, through the portrait hole, and towards the hospital wing.
As she rounded a corner, Ginny collided with someone. They both fell to the
ground. "Sorry," Ginny groaned, getting up off the stone floor. "Oh- sorry!"
she repeated, when she recognized the girl she had knocked down as her friend
Hermione Granger.
Hermione brushed herself off and picked up her school bag. "Ginny? Hello!
You're finally out of the hospital wing! How are you? Everyone's been worried!"
she said, smiling.
"I'm doing great, Hermione! Anyways, gotta be off-" She started to hurry away,
but Hermione caught her arm. "Ginny, where are you going? Aren't you going to
explain what happened to you? I heard you'd been cursed. Ron and Harry and the
others are going to want to see you. Also, Dean keeps complaining that he
hasn't been able to see you, so you should go see him, too."
"Look, I can't talk, I've got to go- I'm going to go stay with Bill! Isn't that
wonderful? Tell everyone 'hello' for me- and tell Dean we're through! Bye!"
Ginny took off down the hall at a sprint, Hermione staring after her, mouth
gaping.
A few minutes later, Ginny burst into the hospital wing. "I'm ready," she
gasped, trying to catch her breath.
"All right, zen, we'll be off," Fleur said. Ginny scowled back at her. Fleur's
expression didn't change- she seemed to have become used to Ginny's glares.
Ginny, Bill, and Fleur departed the castle together. As soon as they exited the
grounds, they Apparated together, Ginny clutching Bill's arm tightly since she
couldn't Apparate on her own. Ginny felt like she was being squeezed through a
tight space; she couldn't breath- and then suddenly, she was sucking in salty
air. She could hear waves crashing against the shore. She looked around and saw
a small house nearby.
"Here we are- Shell Cottage," Bill said.
Bill's house stood, quite secluded, on a cliff overlooking the sea. Real
seashells were embedded in the outer walls. Even inside the cottage, you could
hear the sound of the rolling waves, but it was a pleasant, peaceful sound. The
inside of the cottage was very pretty, but the house had an empty feel to it;
Bill had been the only one living in it (and not for very long), and the space
was too big for just one person. When Ginny had commented on this, Bill
reminded her that it would be Fleur's home, too, after they were married, and
eventually they'd have kids to fill in the space. At these words, Ginny had
bitten her lip to try to keep in a sob, but was unsuccessful.
"Are- are you crying?" Bill said, shocked. Ginny nodded, a tear rolling down
her cheek. Bill and Fleur stared at her, then exchanged uneasy glances.
Then, as if nothing had happened, Bill said, "Come on. I'll show you to your
room." He lead Ginny up the staircase while Fleur stayed behind.
Ginny wiped her eyes and tried to pull herself together, but it wasn't easy.
The idea that Bill would be marrying Phlegm and spending the rest of his life
with her was heartbreaking. Ginny needed him. And even if he didn't know it,
Ginny thought, she was perfect for him. She had been forced to see them
together every time they came to visit her during the weeks she spent in the
hospital wing at Hogwarts. It was unbearable. From the moment the couple
announced their engagement, Ginny knew that Bill didn't belong with that woman.
She couldn't allow him to make the wrong decision and marry Phlegm.
"You can't," Ginny said loudly. Bill turned around to face her. "You can't
marry Fleur." Ginny stepped forward, dropping her trunk, and caught Bill in a
tight embrace. He stood stiffly, then gently pried her off of him. She reached
out to touch his face, but he caught her wrist.
"No," Bill said firmly. "The wedding's happening, Ginny."
There was a moment of tense silence as they just stared into each other's eyes.
"No," Ginny whispered. She and Bill had to be together. Fleur didn't fit
anywhere in the picture.
Bill sighed. "Come on." He lead her by the wrist through the corridor, pointing
out rooms as he went. "That's my room. Fleur'll take that one. And yours is the
one at the end." He let go of Ginny's wrist and went back to pick up her trunk.
Bill put his hand on Ginny's shoulder and steered her through the doorway of
her bedroom. Even that simple touch made Ginny's heart flutter.
Tears still ran silently down Ginny's face. As soon as they entered the room,
Ginny threw herself face down onto the bed and began to sob. She felt utterly
miserable.
Bill sighed quietly, but it was a sigh of pity and sorrow, not irritation.
Ginny felt the bed tilt inwards as Bill sank down next to her. "Look, I'm
sorry, sis. I know this whole situation must be hard for you, too. This is
difficult and freaky for both of us." Ginny noticed that he said "both of us,"
leaving Fleur out of it.
Ginny sniffed and sat up. She scooted closer to Bill, curling up against him.
Rather than pushing her away, he wrapped his arms around her shoulders
comfortingly. Ginny leaned into him more, closing her eyes and breathing in his
scent. They stayed in this position for a long while. It felt like an eternity
to Ginny. Bill had been so distant for the past couple of weeks. Ginny felt
elated that he was here, comforting her, finally closing the horrible distance
between them.
But at the same time, Ginny felt... unsatisfied. She was becoming painfully
aware of a sharp, burning sensation originating from deep in her chest
throughout her entire body. Somehow she knew that only one thing could
alleviate the burning.
Ginny turned in Bill's arms so that she was facing him. She reached up and
gently kissed him. Although Ginny received no response from him, he didn't
immediately pull away, either. Ginny found this encouraging. She pulled herself
closer to him and deepened the kiss.
But Bill broke the moment by pulling away. The burning in Ginny's chest flared
up even stronger than before the moment he moved away. He stood up without
looking at her, a bit pink in the face, mumbled something about "Stuff to
do...," and hurried out of the room.
A wild, ecstatic smile briefly crossed Ginny's face as she stared through the
doorway where he had disappeared. However, she was soon curled up on her bed,
hands clutched over the burning pain in her chest.
Chapter End Notes
     Bill and Fleur both live with the Weasleys, I believe, in the sixth
     book, but just for this story, I'm going to say that Shell Cottage is
     Bill's house.
***** The Raging Inferno *****
Chapter Summary
     Ginny overhears a conversation.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The burning in Ginny's chest didn't go away. Ginny spent the rest of the
afternoon lying on her bed, arms hugged tightly around herself. Despite the
pain, the only thing she could think of was Bill. Her want for him was becoming
a need. Only he could quench the flame.
Bill had an errand to run and couldn't stay for dinner. When Fleur came
upstairs to tell Ginny that dinner was ready, Ginny turned her head away and
made a point of not responding. Fleur left and came back a minute later with a
plate of food, which she left on the bedside table. Ginny ignored the plate for
a few minutes, but she hadn't eaten very much that day and soon gave in to her
hunger. She slurped down the soup and chewed the bread, so distracted by the
burning that she barely noticed what she was putting in her mouth.
*************************************
Ginny lay awake. The clock on the wall told her that it was about ten thirty,
but she still hadn't heard Bill come home. Was he safe? Had something bad
happened to him? Ginny felt panicked for a moment, but quickly calmed down.
Bill was strong. Nothing could hurt him that easily. Could he have stayed out
so late in order to avoid her?
Ginny faintly heard the sound of the door creaking downstairs. Bill was finally
home! Ginny leaped out of bed and padded barefoot out of her room and down the
corridor. She froze at the top of the stairs. Apparently, Fleur had waited
downstairs for Bill to return. The two of them were talking in low voices.
Silently, Ginny crept down a few steps and sat down to listen.
"...so she kissed you first chance she got," Fleur said. "Well, zat was only to
be expected. There's a whole lot of zat and more coming, so you'd better get
used to eet." She said the last sentence with a dark chuckle.
Bill muttered something that sounded like, "Don't wanna."
"But you 'ave no choice! If you are unable to help your seester, she could die!
It'll just be pain at first, but if you put eet off-"
Bill cut her off. "I didn't say I wouldn't. I just said I don't want to."
There was silence for a moment. "She eez already not looking so good," Fleur
said in a more gentle tone. "I saw when I went to breeng her dinner. I theenk
ze pain's started."
After another pause, Bill spoke suddenly louder, making Ginny jump, "What kind
of creep makes a potion like that? One that basically forces someone to be some
sort of... concubine? It's sick! Who does that? The victim has to seek out
physical gratification to satisfy the pain, but then stronger pain comes later
as a result of it, which they have to get rid of with more sex... And most of
the pain relief comes from the amount of pleasure the person they're infatuated
with feels, so if the subject of their obsession ignores them, they die..." He
trailed off.
Fleur spoke in a sympathetic, again gentle way. "There are other options
besides sex. You do not have to do anything too terrible..."
"Yet," Bill finished the sentence for her. "But it's got to happen."
Ginny heard a chair scrape loudly across the floor as someone stood up. Ginny
jumped up, prepared to hurry back to her room.
"I'm going to bed. You should geet some rest, too.'
Footsteps approached the stairs. Ginny ran back into her bedroom as quietly as
she could manage and leaped into bed, pulling the covers up to her ears. The
words of the overheard conversation bounced back and forth in her head. In
addition, the pain in her chest continued to blaze just as powerfully. What did
all this mean?
Ginny didn't sleep well. Her dreams were filled with hazy images of Bill's
face, contorted with disgust for her. She was awoken at dawn by the fire
pulsing in her chest. Knowing that trying to fall back asleep was pointless,
Ginny decided to get up early. She swung her legs over the side of the bed,
cringing at the accompanying twinges of pain. Slowly and stiffly, Ginny stumped
down the corridor and down the stairs, gripping the railing with one hand, the
other crossed around her body. When she reached the kitchen, she rifled through
the cupboards until she found some sort of pastry. However, Ginny found that
she felt too awful to eat. She sat in one of the light-colored wooden chairs at
the kitchen table, nibbling the corner of the pastry.
After a few minutes, Ginny began to stand in order to throw away the nibbled
pastry, but the flames in her chest flared up again. She doubled over and
groaned. She knew that the only thing that could relieve this horrible pain was
Bill. Where was he, anyway?
He's probably still asleep upstairs, Ginny thought. He might be upset if I wake
him up- the thought of Bill upset any more than he already was sent a pang of
sadness through Ginny- but I can at least go up there and check.
Ginny tried to stand up straight, but quickly gave up with a groan of pain. She
tried to shuffle forward, but then-
"Ginny? Are you all right?" Ginny raised her head and saw Fleur standing in the
kitchen doorway in a skimpy cream-colored nightie, a look of concern on her
face. Oh, no. Not her. Anger and dread washed over Ginny. Why did Fleur have to
come in and see Ginny at this humiliating moment? Little Miss Perfect with her
blonde hair and her fancy lingerie. There she is, looking like an angel,
pretending to be concerned, and then there's Ginny, with her old, baggy pajama
pants and tight tank top, obviously not wearing a bra, her top riding up...
Ginny felt a surge of jealousy and dislike against the woman.
"I'm completely fine!" Ginny growled through clenched teeth. Fleur wasn't
fooled. She hurried over, wrapped her arm around Ginny's shoulders, and steered
her back into the chair. When Ginny tried to stand back up, Fleur gently pushed
her back down. Ginny silently screamed the dirtiest curse words she knew at her
brother's fiance.
"I need to see Bill!" Ginny protested.
"Bill's not 'ere. 'E went out. E'll be back in a couple hours, I theenk."
"What!? Again!?"
"Yes. 'E has some business to take care of with his job... even though 'e's
supposed to be taking time off of work," Fleur explained, seeming to say the
second part of the sentence more to herself than Ginny. She shook her head.
"Ginny, are you in pain? How badly does eet hurt? Are you feeling a burning in
your body?"
"Of course I'm in pain! Why do you think I was standing like that? Yes, it does
burn! It's like there's a fire in my chest, burning me from the inside out. And
how did you know that it burns?" she shot at Fleur accusingly.
"Eet was just a guess," Fleur said, shrugging her shoulders and looking down at
her hands.
Ha! 'Just a guess.'
"I know you're lying."
"Excuse me?" Fleur said in a nervous tone.
"I-I overheard you talking to Bill last night. I started coming downstairs and
heard you talking about the curse." Ginny realized that Fleur wouldn't call her
on her minor bluff and rightly accuse her of eavesdropping. But Fleur seemed to
have bigger things on her mind. All the color had drained out of her already
pale skin.
"You 'eard everything?"
"Yes. Everything. Everything you should have told me earlier."
"Maybe zat's true. You did 'ave ze right to know about your own curse," Fleur
said reasonably.
Ginny was slightly taken aback. She had expected Fleur to argue, to become as
confrontational as Ginny and become the bad guy. "Oh," was all Ginny could
think of to say.
"So now zat you know ze details, things can become much easier. If we
cooperate."
Ginny cocked her head to the side and pursed her lips. She wasn't so sure she
liked the sound of that. "What do you mean?" she asked cautiously.
"We don't 'ave to, as you British say, beat around ze bush anymore. You 'eard
what 'elps ze pain, correct?" Fleur looked inquiringly at Ginny, who gulped and
nodded. "I can plan... physical encounters between you and Bill. Ze two of us
'ave already discussed it somewhat But you 'ave to obey the boundaries set up
by Bill and I. Understand?"
Ginny stared at Fleur, eyes wide. "Um... yeah. Do you really mean it?"
Fleur frowned slightly at the enthusiasm in Ginny's tone. "Yes. In fact, we can
have one today. We 'ave to. You are obviously een a lot of pain. You look
terrible!"
Ginny scowled at the last sentence. Does Fleur have to rub it in?
Chapter End Notes
     No, she's not having a heart attack. Or a heart burn. She's just
     feeling the keen (cursed love potion-induced) sting of young love.
***** Silver and Lace *****
Chapter Summary
     Fleur prepares Ginny for the night.
Chapter Notes
     BTW, can flames be "quenched"? Or is that just thirst? Is "quench the
     flame" a real phrase?
Everything felt very surreal to Ginny. In a couple of hours, she would be in
her love's arms. She would no longer be forced to watch him from afar. Bill and
Ginny would be lovers starting in about two or three long hours.
And her lover's fiance was helping her choose which lingerie to wear.
Fleur rifled through Ginny's still-packed trunk, pulling out bras and pairs of
panties and shaking her head. Fleur was searching, apparently in vain, through
Ginny's clothes, looking for something suitable for Ginny to greet Bill with.
The problem was, Ginny didn't really own anything that could be classified as
"lingerie." Granny panties and unmatching bras, many of them sports bras,
didn't exactly make the cut. Many of Ginny's bras were actually bought from
secondhand shops.
After Fleur tossed the last pair of faded pink panties over her shoulder onto a
pile of the rest of Ginny's underpants, she sat up on her knees and sighed,
turning at the waist to face Ginny. "You 'ave nothing good. We should go out
soon and buy you some decent lingerie. But zere's no time. I 'ave a new pair
with me zat's never been worn. I didn't even get to try them on," she sighed.
"And zey would 'ave looked so beautiful on me..."
Fleur ran out of Ginny's bedroom and returned a moment later holding a pink
package tied with a silk ribbon. She yanked off the ribbon and held up a lacy
silver bra and tiny, tiny panties. There was what was essentially just a string
where the back of the panties should have been. Fleur looked at the bra and
panties, then up at Ginny, then back again.
"These definitely will not fit you. Your breasts are larger zen mine, and your
hips are much wider. We 'ave different body types. You 'ave a larger frame zen
I. I'll 'ave to modify ze size."
Ginny blushed furiously. Fleur was half a head taller than Ginny, so Fleur
certainly wasn't referring to Ginny's height when she said "larger frame."
Fleur prodded the bra and panties with her wand. After a few minutes, she
handed them to Ginny, a satisfied look on her face. "There. Zat should do eet.
Try zem on." She left the room, closing the door behind her.
Ginny stripped down and pulled the new lingerie into place. They seemed to at
least fit well. Ginny thought that the same probably couldn't be said for how
she looked in them.
Ginny stood in the middle of the room, feeling exposed. Fleur knocked twice and
came in without waiting for an answer. She looked Ginny up and down. Ginny
awkwardly crossed her arms over her stomach. Fleur nodded. "Very good. Those
will work perfectly. They look very nice on you." There was an almost bitter
tone in Fleur's voice as she said those words. However, Ginny found that she
didn't care.
"Sit down. We 'ave some things to discuss about today," Fleur said.
After rolling her eyes, Ginny sat down. "I know the rules."
Fleur had already told Ginny the boundaries twice. Bill will be fully clothed,
and Ginny was not to try and take off his clothes. Fleur will be in the room.
No actual sex. 'Not yet,' Ginny thought. Don't get carried away. Blah blah blah
blah blah...
"Good, but I'm not referring to ze boundaries. Do you know how to please
someone without sex?"
"I'm sure I can manage," Ginny said sarcastically. She was known as one of the
best snoggers at Hogwarts.
Fleur looked at her somewhat doubtfully. "Well, I still think I should give you
some advice."
Ginny almost protested, but stopped herself. She shrugged. Any advice to help
her make Bill happy is great advice.
"Do you know what a lap dance is?" Fleur asked.
Ginny was surprised to realize that she did. "Yeah... I stumbled across Fred
and George's box of dirty literature once when I was twelve. In fact, they're
who I learned most of my curse words and sex education from in some way or
another... Should I give a lap dance to Bill?"
Fleur nodded. "Yes. Zat would be a good idea for part of eet. For all I know,
'e has never had one. Eet should be new to him."
The two girls spent the next hour and a half preparing Ginny. Fleur did Ginny's
makeup and hair, giving random bits of advice throughout.
After Fleur left her alone, Ginny had nothing to do but sit on her bed and
wait, the flame in her chest blazing painfully.
All was silent for a few minutes. Then the front door creaked open downstairs.
BILLBILLBILLBILLBILLBILL- The name raced through Ginny's head in a rapid
stream. The flame in her chest roared. Ginny jumped to her feet and ran to the
bedroom door, but froze with her hand on the knob. Fleur had told Ginny earlier
not to leave the room until Fleur came to get her. To Hell with Fleur! a voice
in Ginny's head yelled. Ginny flung open the door, only to quickly grab for the
knob again and shut it. If Ginny didn't obey Fleur's rules, she wouldn't be
allowed near Bill. She can't stop you from being with him! the voice screamed
back defiantly. But Ginny had just enough of a grip on her rational
consciousness at that moment to feel conflicted. She stood there for what felt
like hours, gripping the doorknob.
Only a few minutes passed before there was a light knock on the door. Ginny
immediately yanked the door open. Fleur stood there with her balled-up hand
raised in the air, interrupted mid-knock. Her lovely face displayed chagrined
determination.
"E's ready. Come with me." Ginny followed Fleur down the hall. They stopped in
front of Bill's door.
"Remember ze boundaries," Fleur hissed. She opened the door, crossed the room,
and sat down on a chair in the far corner.
Ginny didn't wait to be invited inside. She sashayed in, throwing the door shut
behind her, and stopped with her hands on her hips, all traces of self-
consciousness gone. Bill sat on a chair in the center of the room. His skin was
drained of color under his freckles. He somehow seemed to become paler as he
took in the sight of Ginny's scantily-clad body. However, he didn't look away.
"Hello, Bill," Ginny said. She looked into his eyes gave a somewhat
mischievous, seductive smile, trailing her fingers lightly over her bare
stomach. She noticed that there was music coming from the radio on the bedside
table. Bill blinked back at her, wide-eyed.
Ginny stepped forward slowly, like a lioness stalking her prey. She brushed her
fingertips over Bill's shoulder as she walked around him. Ginny stopped when
she was standing behind Bill. She leaned forward, making sure her breasts
grazed the back of his neck. Bill sat up completely straight at the contact.
Ginny lowered her face and whispered in his ear in the least pleading voice she
could manage, "Just let go."
Ginny walked back around to stand in front of Bill. She began swaying her hips
in time with the music as she ran her hands through her red mane. She turned
her back to Bill, her hips rolling in a circular motion. Placing her hands on
her thighs, Ginny slowly began lowering herself down to Bill's lap. As she did
so, she felt Bill place his hands on her bare waist. The touch sent electric
shocks through Ginny, although not unpleasant. She let out a quiet gasp and
arched her back slightly. However, Bill immediately removed his hands from her
body.
"Sorry- it-it looked like you were gonna fall, and I was just trying to help
you down..." Bill stammered.
Ginny heard a quiet cough, which seemed to be hiding a snigger, coming from
Fleur's corner. Ginny's eyes narrowed. She grabbed Bill's hands and placed them
back on her waist, then lowered herself down the rest of the way so that her
backside was just barely touching Bill's lap. Once again she began swaying her
hips back and forth teasingly. After a few seconds of this, Ginny leaned back
against Bill's upper body, resting her head on his shoulder. She reached around
Bill's head to stroke his long hair.
Ginny sat up again, scooting herself further back on Bill's lap. Once she did,
Ginny's breath caught in her throat. From this position, she could feel Bill's
obvious arousal. Ginny smiled as she began grinding her ass back and forth
against Bill's manhood, a chorus of happiness and triumph going off in her
head. Bill was attracted to her! She was making him happy!
Ginny stood up, gave Bill (who looked slightly dazed already) a sexy yet
genuine smile, and straddled his lap, this time facing him. She placed her
hands on her brother's shoulders and began grinding her pelvis against his
bulge. Sitting in this position, Ginny's breasts were at Bill's face level.
With her movements, Ginny's breasts bounced and occasionally brushed against
Bill's lips and nose.
Despite the fact that Ginny was supposed to be the one giving the performance,
she was extremely turned on. She threw her head back, her bright red hair
flashing through the air like flames. She felt Bill place both hands on her
back, drawing her closer to him. Ginny tilted her head back down and looked
into his eyes. He gazed back, misty-eyed, lips slightly parted. Ginny leaned
forward, and suddenly their lips were together, what little space there was
between the siblings closed. Ginny heard ravenous, almost animal-like moans and
realized they were coming from both her and Bill. Ginny's hands gripped
handfuls of Bill's hair, and she felt his hands roving up and down her bare
back. Briefly the two Weasleys separated for air, but quickly the gap closed
again. Ginny gently bit Bill's bottom lip, which he seemed to respond well to.
As the two carried on, Bill's hands roamed higher and higher up Ginny's back,
until finally he was fumbling with her bra clasp-
Suddenly, Ginny was blasted away from Bill, falling off his lap and landing
sprawled-out on the floor. She looked around and saw Fleur standing nearby,
wand held up. One of her thin, light eyebrows was cocked and her lips were
turned downward in a frown. "Zat's enough for today. Ginny, go wash up and geet
dressed," she ordered.
Anger filled Ginny. She was about to give Fleur a piece of her mind when Bill
spoke up.
"Go ahead, Ginny."
Her eyes snapped up to look at him. However, he wasn't looking at her. He and
Fleur were staring at each other, seeming to have a silent conversation.
Fleur's lips were pursed and her arms crossed, her eyes showing a mixture of
anger and hurt. Bill stared back at her pleadingly, sorrow in his eyes.
Ginny scrambled up and made to run out of the room. But when she had almost
reached the door, she let out a yelp and doubled over. The sharp, burning pains
were back.
"Ginny! You okay?" She heard Bill come over. He put his hand on her arm in a
weak attempt to give her support. Ginny realized that he was probably just
making a point of not making body contact by fully supporting her for Fleur.
"I'm okay. I can walk by myself," Ginny said. Despite Bill's shunning her for
Fleur's sake, Ginny wasn't angry with him in the least.
Ginny stepped out of Bill's room and closed the door behind her. Instead of
going back to her bedroom in which she had spent most of her hours at Shell
Cottage, Ginny climbed down the stairs, shoved her feet halfway in her
sneakers, and walked out of the front door. She could use some time at the
beach. Besides, she was already wearing what was basically a bikini.
***** Darkness Falls *****
Chapter Summary
     Ginny is found and brought back. Fleur is fed up.
Ginny sat in the sand with her arms wrapped around her knees and stared at the
waves rolling in towards her, then pulling back out to sea in a lethargic
pattern. Back, forth, back, forth. She was cold. She didn't care. She hurt, but
she tried to ignore the pain. Ginny wasn't going back up to the cottage.
The sting of the many cuts and bruises covering Ginny's body were cancelled out
by the familiar pain in her chest, which seemed to be amplified by the distance
from Bill. Ginny had climbed barefoot down the steep, rocky slope leading down
to the beach, slipping and scraping against the damp rocks all the way. Someone
could easily reach Ginny's current hideout through Apparation without having to
make the dangerous climb, but nobody had come to find her yet.
Ginny's thoughts were fueled by a mixture of grief and frustration. Bill chose
Phlegm... but he was obviously attracted to Ginny... but he chose Phlegm...
that woman's holding him back... he needed Ginny... Ginny needed him...
Hours passed as Ginny sat alone with her pain. The daylight gradually faded. A
faint orange glow lined the horizon. The gray sky darkened to a midnight blue,
and the first stars appeared. Eventually, all Ginny could see were the dark,
glinting waves.
A loud crack sounded off somewhere nearby. Ginny sat up straighter. Was Bill
looking for her? Maybe she should send up some kind of flare! Ginny's hands
flew to her waistband, but instead of finding a pocket, she touched only the
string-thin waistband of her lingerie. Drat! No wand.
Ginny stood up with some stiffness and was about to shout out Bill's name when
she suddenly felt a hand grip her arm. "Ginny! Oh, thank goodness, we 'ave been
searching for you! 'Ow did you even get down 'ere? Bill said you cannot
Apparate yet. We deed not think- Oh, no you don't!" Ginny had squirmed out of
Fleur's grasp and tried to walk away. Fleur pulled Ginny back with a firm grip.
Suddenly, Ginny felt a sensation as if she was being squeezed through a small
tunnel. She could not breath. What was Phlegm doing to her?
Ginny's bare feet hit solid, grassy ground. A bright light shined in her
periferal vision. As Ginny gasped for breath she heard Fleur exclaim, "Ech!
Blood! She eez hurt!"
Ginny ignored Fleur. There were more pressing matters at hand. Nausea overcame
Ginny. She stumbled aside, vomited profusely into a shrub, and began to
collapse, only to be caught by strong hands. Not Phlegm's hands.
Ginny looked up at Bill, starry-eyed and breathless, only to look away
immediately with embarrassment. He saw her in this awful state... But he was
there to catch her! He had been worried... Ginny found it hard to look away,
however, and looked back up at Bill. But for some reason, his perfect face was
blurred. His features were all just dark smudges...
"It's because of the Apparating. This usually happens the first time... side-
along Apparation... think... pass out.." Bill's voice sounded as if he was
speaking underwater, becoming fainter and fainter as Ginny faded into
unconsciousness.
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Ginny awoke to her room lit by sunlight. Someone (probably Fleur, Ginny thought
glumly- there's no way Bill would have been allowed to) had dressed Ginny in
her pajamas and tucked her neatly into her bed. As she sat up, Ginny noted that
her cuts and bruises all appeared to have been magically healed. The only pain
left was the usual sharp burn in her chest.
The clock on the wall told Ginny that it was three-thirty-five. She had slept
soundly all night and most of the day. The few dreams she had were just vague
images of Bill's face.
Ginny threw off her covers and swung her legs over her bed. As she did, the
door opened and Fleur poked her head into the room, long hair swinging.
Noticing Ginny sitting up, she stepped in, closing the door behind her. Ginny
looked up at her expectantly and impatiently. "What?"
Fleur narrowed her eyes. "I came to see eef you are awake. Bill's leaving for a
couple of days, and I thought zat you would want to say goodbye to heem. You're
welcome," she snapped. She turned, hair whipping behind her, and left the room,
closing the door a little harder than necessary.
Without bothering to change out of her pajamas, Ginny flew out of her room and
down the stairs. Bill stood near the door. Ginny ran to him and threw her arms
around him. "I'll miss you," she whispered tearfully.
Bill sighed quietly and wrapped his arms around Ginny. "Yeah. I'll miss you,
too. I won't be gone long."
"Why do you have to go?" Ginny asked, looking up at him. She noticed his eyes
glance away before he looked down at her. "Er... well..." he started.
Ginny looked back, following his glance to Fleur. "She's making you go, isn't
she?"
Nobody answered. Bill pulled himself away from the embrace and placed his hand
on Ginny's shoulder, looking down into her eyes. Ginny's heart fluttered.
"Look... It'll be okay, Ginny. You're strong. Two days isn't that much, is it?
You can do two days... Do it for me." Bill kissed her on the forehead, picked
up his trunk, and stepped out the door. Ginny watched him turn on the spot and
Disapparate away. She stood in the doorway for a few minutes, looking at the
place where he had stood.
***** Bill's Return *****
Chapter Summary
     An unexpected guest decides to show up.
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
Ginny discovered that two days was indeed a long time to be apart from Bill.
After Bill Disapparated, the sharp pain in Ginny's chest gradually swelled.
After about an hour, the blaze was no longer contained in Ginny's chest. She
began to feel as if she had been thrown into a furnace full of red-hot coals.
From head to toe, Ginny burned from the inside out.
Ginny spent two days writhing and sweating in bed while Fleur brought up meals.
Ginny for the most part ignored both Fleur and the food. Ginny did notice that
Fleur always had the same expression on her face when she came to check on
Ginny- fear, nervousness, and something else- was it guilt?
Ginny barely ate or slept. When she had tried to eat, nothing would stay down.
She spent her painful waking hours wondering if Bill would be back soon and
seething with hatred for Fleur.
Phlegm wants to keep us apart, Ginny thought. The only way Bill can be truly
happy was if he's with me! She doesn't really want Bill to be happy. She just
wants him for herself. His happiness means absolutely nothing to her! How could
she possibly love him? How could he love her?
If Ginny hadn't been in incapacitating pain, she might have gotten up the
energy to find her wand (which had mysteriously disappeared from her nightstand
after Fluer brought up lunch on the first day and recieved a venomous stare
from Ginny) and curse her brother's fiancee. Which, when Ginny thought about
it, was probably why Fleur had taken the wand in the first place. All the same,
Ginny spent quite a while entertaining herself by trying to think of something
more unpleasant than the Bat Bogey hex to use on Phlegm.
Sometimes the pain was so horrible that Ginny couldn't think about anything at
all. Well, anything besides Bill, obviously. She always had room for him in her
thoughts.
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Ginny was busy stubbornly ignoring Fleur, who was trying to coax her into
eating at least half of a corned beef sandwich, when the two were startled by a
loud crack! from downstairs. Fleur hastily put the sandwich down on the
nightstand and began hurrying out of the room, only to nearly be bowled over by
Bill in the doorway. He was out of breath and seemed disheveled.
"Bill!" Ginny croaked out.
"Fleur- it's my mum. She's coming over!" ("Wait, what?!" Fleur yelped.) "I just
spoke to her- I tried to tell her not to, but you know how she gets- and she
doesn't know Ginny's here, apparently she hasn't been told anything-" Bill cut
off when he glanced up and saw the state Ginny was in. His flushed cheeks
drained of color.
Bill stepped around Fleur and approached Ginny's bedside. "How bad has she
been? She looks like she's dying or something!" he said, looking back to Fleur.
"She won't speak to me, alzough zat's normal, and she hasn't eaten or slept
almost at all- she threw up ze food I gave her... I theenk she has gotten much
worse since yesterday."
Bill knelt down and placed his hand on Ginny's forehead. Ginny weakly reached
up and placed one of her hands over his.
"Bill, what do we do? We can't let her know about your seester! And I don't
theenk we can leave her up here alone for very long-"
A tinkling doorbell sounded. "She's here!" Bill said, looking at Fleur.
Seemingly a bit reluctantly, Fleur hurried downstairs, leaving Bill with Ginny.
"Ginny," Ginny shivered at the sound of her name in Bill's voice, and turned
her face toward him, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. You've waited a long time...
obviously too long. I didn't realize that just two days was enough to hurt you
so badly."
He leaned closer, and Ginny's heart skipped as she realized what he was about
to do. Bill placed his hand on Ginny's cheek and pressed his lips against hers.
The kiss only lasted a few seconds before Bill pulled away. Ginny, who was
fairly light-headed, looked into her brother's eyes and was surprised to see
fear and concern.
"I could've lost you... I'm so glad I came back when I did. We almost lost you,
sis." He stroked her hair. "But I can't be with you just yet, I have to talk to
Mum. I'll be right back."
Bill stood up, Ginny reaching after him, and left the room, closing the door.
The brief kiss provided some relief to Ginny's pain, but not nearly enough.
Ginny smiled to herself despite this and watched the door, waiting impatiently
for it to open again. She waited several minutes. What could their mum have to
say that could take this much time?
As Ginny waited, the small relief she had felt faded away. And, somehow, the
pain became worse than before. The pain became sharper, hotter. Ginny couldn't
help but let out a moan.
Ginny couldn't stand the pain any longer. She had to find Bill. Maybe she could
somehow get his attention without being noticed by their mum.
With all of her might, Ginny sat up, kicked away the bedcovers, and placed her
feet on the floor.
Chapter End Notes
     I know, this story keeps on getting more and more ridiculous. But
     just enjoy the ridiculousness of fan fiction, okay?
***** The Bedding of Ginny Weasley *****
Chapter Summary
     Bill does what he's gotta do. With sexytimes.
Chapter Notes
     *No pun intended
     I'm sorry for not updating in forever, but here's the next chapter!
     It's not too late for you, the reader, to turn back now and find a
     nice General Audiences-rated story... Whelp, here we go!
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Bill hurried up the stairs, though trying to appear casual for his mother's
sake. The situation with Ginny was much worse than he had realized. He had only
been gone for a couple of days, and his sister had nearly died. He should never
have left her...
His stomach dropped, and he let out a small gasp. Ginny's small, limp body was
sprawled out face-down on the corridor floor, her tangled red hair fanned out
on the hardwood. She must have left her room to try and get to him, but was too
physically weakened by the potion to make it. Bill ran forward and dropped to
his knees next to her. He turned her over and cradled her head. "No, no, no,"
he whispered. "Ginny, wake up. Ginny, you have to..."
Ginny's eyelids fluttered, light shining through her pale lashes. Her eyes
found his, and her lips formed a frighteningly weak smile. "Bill." She croaked
out his name, although the dreamy manner she'd recently adopted still managed
to color her tone. Sighing in relief, Bill got to his feet and gently lifted
Ginny off of the floor. Was she supposed to be this light? Bill paused for a
moment and listened- Mum and Fleur were making tense small talk downstairs in
the kitchen. Bill wasn't sure how long that would last. He fervently hoped that
they wouldn't get so fed up with each other that one would come upstairs and
burst in on... well, burst in on what was about to happen. Bill knew what he
had to do, and the idea of it made him feel queasy. But he had made up his
mind: Anything to save Ginny. Still, he didn't want to traumatize his mother or
lose his fiance, both of which would most definitely happen if either walked in
at the wrong moment.
Nudging the door open with his foot, Bill carried Ginny into her bedroom. He
lay her down gingerly* on the bed. She reached out for him with a shaky hand.
"Bill, you came back to save me..."
"Shhh..." He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. Her lips were
unresponsive against his. After a few seconds, however, her lips parted
slightly, and her small hand wrapped around the back of his head to tangle in
his hair. Bill's eyes widened as he felt her lightly bite his bottom lip with a
quiet moan. Her lips had become hungry, urgent. Her tongue slipped into his
mouth and wrestled with his.
Bill broke away for air, although Ginny didn't seem to agree that breathing was
so important judging by her clear reluctance. Immediately after Bill pulled
away, Ginny began tugging at the bottom hem of her pajama tank top, revealing
her pale stomach, and then... Bill's breath caught. Ginny wasn't wearing a bra
underneath her top. Her breasts were in full view, the small pink nipples
hardened, pointed upward in little peaks. She bit her lip and ran her fingers
up her stomach, up and over her boobs. She cupped her breasts, squeezing them
lightly. Then, softly, she said, "Bill... I want you to fuck me. Have your way
with me. Do whatever you want with me. I'm yours."
Bill's head swam as everything that was going on caught up to him. His sister
was saying those words to him... And even worse, he couldn't deny the thrill
that passed through him as she spoke them. Where had she even learned that kind
of talk, anyway? His little sister shouldn't know to say things like that to
anyone, let alone him, he thought.
"Uh, Ginny, how- have you, with a boyfriend or something- are you a virgin?" he
stuttered, speaking in an overly conversational manner, yet with a panicked,
higher-than-usual tone.
Ginny's face fell. She lowered her eyes. "Do- do you want me to be?"
"Please, I just want the honest answer. Yes or no?"
"Yes," she whispered, looking up at him with worried eyes, searching his face
for signs that she'd disappointed him with her answer.
Although he tried to keep the shock off of his face for Ginny's sake, Bill was
reeling. No, no. She was still a virgin. He was going to be the one to take her
first time away from her. Her first experience, and it had to happen like
this... He felt a surge of anger and pity for his sister. But he had to put
those feelings aside for the time being. He'd dwell on them later. Besides, he
told himself, she'll at least enjoy it for the time being... The thought still
wasn't much of a consolation.
Bill sighed. She will die if you don't do this, she will die if you don't do
this, he chanted in his head. Bill didn't just have to have to fuck his sister.
No, that wasn't the worst part. He had to enjoy the sex on some degree in order
for it to have maximum effect as an antidote.
Taking deep breaths to try to steady his heartbeat, Bill stood and yanked his
shirt up over his head, dropping it onto the floor. He undid his jeans, pulled
them down, and stepped out of them, leaving him standing there in only his
briefs. Bill's face blushed deep red as he met Ginny's wide-eyed stare. He
almost laughed at the way her jaw had dropped as she looked him up and down.
The urge for laughter seemed so out-of-place for the situation. I must be
delirious as well, Bill thought. As he watched Ginny drink him in with her
eyes, Bill suddenly realized that his face wasn't the only area of his body
that blood was rushing to...
He climbed up onto the bed, positioning himself in between Ginny's legs, his
elbows propping him up on either side of her shoulders to avoid putting too
much weight on her. Bill could hear her breath coming out in short, excited
bursts. Lowering himself down slightly, he kissed Ginny deeply. He could feel
her bare breasts cushioning his chest. Ginny's hands snaked around Bill's body,
one clutching at his back, the other wrapping around the back of his head to
grab onto a handful of hair. After a short while of making out (although it
seemed like hours), Bill pulled back and sat up on his knees. Helping pull
Ginny up into a sitting position, he lifted her tank top off over her head. As
he did so, some of her long, sleek red hair caught in the top, then swung back
down around her. Red hair... If Bill really used his imagination, maybe he
could pretend the hair was silvery blonde. Maybe he could pretend it was Fleur
on the bed with him.
Bill gently pushed Ginny back down onto her back. He watched her chest rise and
fall for a second, then lowered his eyes to her waistband to avoid looking at
her face and hair. He had to make it easier to pretend she was Fleur. Bill was
finding this a difficult thing to imagine at the time being, even if he didn't
look at her face. He couldn't help but notice the difference in their body
types- though Ginny was much shorter than Fleur, Ginny was more... curvaceous.
He tried to ignore these contrasts.
Mentally shaking himself out of his hesitation, Bill pulled off Ginny's pajama
bottoms. Looking up at the ceiling to avoid seeing what his hands were doing,
Bill hooked his fingers around the waistband of her panties and pulled them off
as well, tossing them somewhere off to the side. He again lay himself over
Ginny's now fully naked body. No, not Ginny, he scolded himself. Think of her
as Fleur. She is Fleur. He closed his eyes to avoid seeing her face and
illusion-shattering hair.
Finally, Bill reached to yank down his briefs, letting loose his erection.
Positioning himself at her entrance, Bill slowly slid himself into her.
She was very tight, blissfully tight, and very slick. He heard her gasp and
whimper, arching her back under him slightly. "You okay?" he whispered,
concerned.
"Yes! It feels... so great... Please keep going," she begged back in a whisper.
Bill gulped and slowly pulled out, then back in. He started out slow, but soon
he quickened the pace. However, her moans grew louder. Too loud. If she got any
louder, she'd be heard downstairs. "Oh, Bill! Faster!" she whimpered out, again
too loud.
Bill placed a hand over her mouth while quickening his thrusts. "We have to be
quiet, okay?" he panted. But she didn't seem to want to hold back, or maybe she
wasn't capable of it in her state. Her muffled moans could still be heard past
his hand, so he didn't dare uncover her mouth.
The bed squeaked underneath them with each thrust. Her hands clawed down his
back, and her body writhed under him. Bill let out an involuntary groan.
Continuing to pump into her, Bill screamed out in his mind, Fleur, Fleur,
Fleur! He was so close to finishing. Her vag convulsed, milking his cock.
Burying his face into her neck, Bill breathed in her scent. Mingled with the
smell of sweat and passion was a familiar scent, but not his fiance's. His eyes
flew open, his vision filled with Ginny's flaming red hair. "Ginny!" he gasped
out loud as he came into her. He called out her name again and again, too much
in the moment to realize that he was being a bit too noisy.
Rolling off of Ginny, Bill collapsed on the bed next to her, exhausted, still
panting hard. A giggle rang out next to him. Ginny turned her head to look at
him, smiling from ear to ear. Bill smiled back.
"That was amazing, Bill. You were so amazing. I've never felt anything like
that in my life!" she whispered. "I love you, Bill." The sincerity of the last
sentence hit Bill like a bludger. He didn't even know how to respond anymore.
But before he had any more time to worry about it, Ginny began passionately
kissing him with the same urgency as before. Then, she broke away, got up onto
her knees, and straddled him so that she was sitting on top. She raised her
eyebrow and smirked devilishly down at him. "Fuck me again."
The bedroom door suddenly flew open so hard that the doorknob slammed against
the wall. Ginny started so hard that she fell off of Bill onto the bed. Bill
turned his head to see Fleur standing in the doorway, wand held out in front of
her, fury and hurt mingled on her face.
Chapter End Notes
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