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The Last Innocent Weasley
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By Karma205, what is hoped to be his true masterpiece.
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Summer at the Burrow, and here was Ron Weasley thinking it'd be another summer of Quidditch, Wizards Chess, and his mum's cooking. Instead, an overheard conversation and the truth it reveals threatens to ruin not only his summer, but himself too, as he struggles to come to grips with the opposite sex...
This fic contains scenes of a sexual nature, probably some bad language too, and is therefore rated M. It may contain spoilers from the books. I do not own anything to do with Harry Potter, and this is a non-profit making fic. Finally, whatever you think about this fic, please review, I do accept anonymous reviews, and reading what people think is the reason I continue to write...
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The Story So Far:
This takes place in the summer holidays after Harry's fifth year at Hogwarts, and before the Half Blood Prince book (though I have read it, and hopefully this story will fit on reasonably well with the books themselves. Enjoy...
Part One:
Loud Noises
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BOOM!
Ron practically jumped out of his bed at the noise, still half-asleep, completely bewildered and frightened. Had You-Know-Who got him? Was the war that the Daily Prophet had spoke of for so long finally starting? A million thoughts ran through his mind at once, all of which turned out to be as wrong as the last.
"Ronald Weasely!" a voice boomed out around him, "get out of bed this instant!"
Ron found his confusion slowly turning to annoyance as his mind clicked back into a normal gear. It was his mum, stood at the doorway to his room, waving her wand around, her face carrying a furious expression on it, glaring at him as he sat up in the bed.
"Come on! You can't lie in bed all day!" She shouted at him, angrily.
Ron couldn't believe it, it was the summer holidays, after a hard year at school grafting for his OWLs (which he still hadn't got the results for), and rather than let him have a lazy time, his mum was there moaning at him to get up.
"Why?" he asked, still kind of sleepy, and he found himself stifling a yawn as he spoke. Unfortunately though, his mum saw it.
"Look at you! You're a waste of space! Get up this instant, and come down and do some chores!"
And with that, she turned and left, slamming the door behind her. Women, he thought to himself, who understands them?
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It was going to be a long summer, especially if it carried on like this. He'd spent all day cleaning the house, and not my magic either, even though he knew the spells needed he wasn't allowed to perform magic at home, until his 17th birthday approached. This wasn't the most annoying thing though, that position was filled by the fact that his parents could easily clean the house in minutes, and yet he was forced to use a cloth to sort out all the rooms, and he was specifically instructed to make Ginny's room spotless too.
Which even Ginny was furious about. As well as Ron's argument that Ginny should clean it herself, Ginny was complaining about Ron going through her clothes. Who does she think I am? He thought. Some kind of demented perfert in love with his own sister? But despite the arguments Molly Weasely's decision was final, and that was for Ron to make himself useful and clean the room, as Hermione would be arriving tomorrow, for her usual stay, and she slept in his sister's room while she stayed. Even with magic, there wasn't room in the house for her to have her own room.
And so it was, he grafted all day, and went off to bed that night, devoid of all energy, totally exhausted, while his sister did nothing, other than spend hours writing love letters to Dean Thomas, the latest in a long line of boyfriends she'd already had. As her brother, he couldn't think of her as pretty, though most of the guys at Hogwarts seemed to think so, and he and Harry privately agreed she was too popular for her own good, though he would never dream of telling her, for fear of what she would say back to him.
He'd never had a girlfriend, he'd never even been kissed. And she knew it, providing her with an almost limitless supply of ammunition to get back at him if he complained about her love-life.
As he lay in bed, pretty early for him, due to the work he'd had to do, he heard the door opening, and looked up to see Ginny entering the room, not even knocking.
"Oi!" he protested as she calmly walked around his bed, picking a bottle of ink (that he'd never used) off his bedside table, no doubt to write another passionate letter.
"What?" she replied calmly, "you've got nothing I haven't seen before."
He last sentence seemed to drift off at the end, and she hastily exited the room, the door swinging shut after her. It was a few moments before Ron actually realised why - understood exactly what she'd said.
"Nothing I haven't seen before..." he murmoured to himself.
No way, he thought, banishing the idea from his mind, though only for a second. It just wasn't possible, she was only fifteen, she couldn't have. But no matter how he rephrased the situation to make it seem less real, it kept on coming back, truer than before, and for some reason, he suddenly felt terrible. He always knew his sister was well into boys by now, but he'd never thought for one second that she would... His thoughts trailed off, and he fell asleep much later, his mind still stuck on his sister's actions. He felt as if a Dementor was in bed with him, his sister was already getting on well with boys, and he hadn't even been kissed...
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Things didn't get better for him that night. not long after he managed to drift into a kind of turbulent sleep, he was woken by a noise from upstairs. It took him a moment to place it, and the same noise repeated again confirmed his suspicions. Fleur Dacour's moans could be heard from the room directly above his. He'd barely seen her and his brother today, as they'd been outside in the fields, doing Merlin-knows-what.
His night had just taken another turn for the worse. Though he'd known they were up there doing it every night, he hadn't heard them until tonight Everyone was getting some except him. Great fucking timing, he thought, pulling the sheets over his head to drown out the sound, but the moans of delight kept on coming, until they eventually ended in a great cry of pleasure.
Great, now I can get some sleep, he thought, turning over and closing his eyes.
And then the moans started up again...
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End Of Part One
Stay tuned for the next installment, where Fleur gets very red-faced, Hermione arrives, and Ron hears something he shouldn't...