I don't own Harry Potter.

Hm. For those of you who have stuck around, good job. I'm wondering whether you're doing it to see how twisted I can get or if you're just skipping to the chapters that I deemed readable and overlooking these simply because I warned you of them. Whichever the case, try your luck at reading this one.

It started when he was five

Ron, Fred and George had been racing around the house wreaking havoc on Percy and had stumbled into their parents' room without listening or knocking first.

Arthur was atop Molly, his mouth connected to her neck as her head was thrown back in rapture. Both Weasley parents lifted their heads as their sons rushed in, all four stopping at the sight of their naked parents entwined on the bed.

"What's going on?" Ron asked, looking between both his parents.

"You mean your brothers haven't taught you?" Molly inquired, cocking her head at her youngest son. "You're old enough. Boys have you been slacking off on your brother?" she demanded of Percy, Fred and George.

"We haven't been, Mum." The twins stated in their defense. "We didn't know what age we should do it. I mean, Percy got to us when we were seven."

"You're brother's perfectly old enough right now." Arthur told them with a gentle smile. "Fred, George, why don't you help him out?"

"Yes, Dad." Fred agreed.

"Come on, Ron." George told him, leading him from the room, the trio forgetting all about Percy who shuffled out seconds later.

George led Ron to the room he shared with Fred and said, "Alright, we'll give ya the crash course.

"Percy gave us a bunch of lecturing for our trouble," Fred grumbled.

"So we're not going to bore you with all that." George continued.

"This is pretty much what you do with a girl-." Fred explained.

"When you like her a whole lot and she likes ya back." George finished, grinning from ear-to-ear.

Fred stepped up behind Ron and loosened his trousers, lowering them so that his erection could come through. He grinned at his twin and positioned his tip at Ron's entrance (of sorts). Rubbing gently to provide a bit of friction, Fred, began pushing in, pulling out and trying again.

"He's tight, George." Fred murmured.

"Too tight?" George inquired.

"No, but definitely tight." Fred told him.

"Try again."

"Already on it." With that, Fred took a breath and began pushing in further, widening Ron beyond comfort.

"Ow, hey watch what you're doin', mate, that hurts." Ron whined as George pushed Fred out of the way.

"Here, Ron, let me do it." George positioned himself correctly and pushed in. Ron grit his teeth at the initial pain, realizing what his brothers meant about being too tight. George couldn't go in very far.

"We'll have to loosen him up." Fred snickered.

"That'll take a few years." George agreed, slapping a high five with his brother before going back to thrusting into Ron. The younger redhead slowly became accustomed to it and didn't cringe quite as much.

George pulled out and grinned at his little brother as Ron stood straight. "So, how was your first family initiation?" he asked.

"It kinda hurt." Ron replied sheepishly.

"You get used to it." The twins stated together.

"But it's alright." Fred grinned.

"Cause we'll do this every day until you're comfortable with it." George grinned.

"So you all had to do this too?" Ron asked, looking up at his brothers.

"Percy and Charlie took care of us, but it must have been the hardest for Bill, he had Dad."

"See ya here tomorrow, Ron." They chuckled, ushering him out of their room.

It continued on much the same way. When Ginny was old enough a year later, Fred was tasked with getting her settled into it. She cried the first night, but Molly quickly put her fears at ease, telling her that if her brother did it correctly next time then it shouldn't hurt. If it did hurt, she was to report to Arthur and he would take care of it.

Ginny didn't mind it for the first few years, seeing Ron and George always at it made her think that it was normal, but something still seemed off about the entire thing. Finally, she brought it up one afternoon when Percy was propositioning her to try it with him. Mrs. Weasley was across the room preparing dinner to be cooked, but she wasn't paying any mind to it. Neither were Ron, Fred and George who were playing Exploding Snap on the kitchen table.

"Mum, what if I don't want to?" Ginny whimpered, cowering away from Percy.

"Don't want to?" Molly asked in genuine confusion. "Don't want to what?"

"Don't want to do this anymore? Any of it. At least not with my brothers. What then?"

"Nonsense, Ginny dear. Your brothers are perfect for you. Surely you want to continue the family line?"

"But what if I don't want to continue the family line with my brothers?" Ginny replied. "What if I want to meet someone else?"

"Then you'll have to wait until you go off to Hogwarts before that happens. And you lot remember that you aren't to do any of this there, understood?"

"Yes Mum." The four teens sighed, heading up to their rooms, Ginny locking hers from Percy's prying eyes.

Hm, there's another one, I suppose. Not quite as good as the last nor as strange considering they're a wizarding family, but the next two chapters are, admittedly, the actual bad ones. If you can withstand those… Made of Iron is a term that works well for your stomach.