8.24.2007, 9PM: Ahem. Fixed a very large Freudian slip.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, it's characters, or anything related to Harry Potter, nor am I making money off of this.
A/N: I totally blame JKR. She asked for it, you know she did! And Ron.
Warnings: Weasleycest. Lots of it. Makes my family look somewhat normal.
As fate would have it, Percy had knocked once on the door and, without pause, had opened it before waiting for a reply. Such was the manners of the Weasley clan, even for the most refined of them.
Naturally, Percy had paled considerably until it settled around his mind what exactly he was walking in on. Then his cheeks bled into a color that matched his red hair, his dark eyes narrowed dangerously and he hissed out, "You pervert." Nothing else escaped his lips as Ron's body slammed into his, knocking him out of the room, through the hall, and into the bedroom across the hall.
"Like you're one to talk," Ron grunted, untangling his limbs and racing his brother for the door. Ron won, and it clicked closed, the weight of the two siblings holding it in place.
"And just what are you accusing me of? Percy asked, his voice strained as he leaned heavily on Ron's side.
"Don't play dumb, Percy," Ron said. "I know all about Bill and Charlie-"
"So you screw your little sister? Very nice-"
"Thought it took three to tango, eh?"
"They wouldn't let me!" Percy slipped. Ron blinked and physically stepped down, letting go of Percy's shirt.
"Why would you want to?" Ron asked, genuinely curious and just a little bit disgusted.
"You should understand! No, wait, you do," Percy insisted.
"Ginny's a girl!" Ron pointed out.
"That's not the part that matters!" Ron shook his head as he tried to figure out what parts Percy was referring to. He ran his fingers through his hair and reminded himself to breathe. He was doing that rather often nowadays.
"They didn't want me," Percy began, and Ron almost asked the gods, Why me?
"Bill had Charlie. Fred had George. And you and Ginny were still so innocent…" Percy's face was so pitiful, it did nothing to help Ron's ever growing bubble of guilt growing in his stomach. He was sure it was visible now, and soon his trousers wouldn't fit anymore.
"So you left," Ron finished.
Percy's anger was renewed. "And you defiled our little sister!"
"She seduced me!" Ron squeaked.
"Let me watch," a voice, small and broken pleaded from its place in George's throat. George, helpfully, had been sitting on his bed the entire time, invisible and silent until now.
"What?" "Why?" Percy and Ron asked together, prompting a mutual glare.
"Do you still not get it?" Percy growled, but George stepped between the two.
"Please," George said to Ron. "Let me watch."
George, who was missing his ear and was only half there, never to be whole again, wanted to watch his baby brother fuck his baby sister.
Yeah, Percy. Yeah, I get it.
"Bloody cuckoo, the lot of you," Ron said, putting an arm around George, who smiled like he hadn't in weeks. Besides Ginny, it was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen.
As an afterthought, and more of a joke than anything else, Ron grinned at Percy, "Care to join?"
Percy considered, and Ron wondered if he should clarify, but what exactly was he clarifying?
Ginny had stayed in her room, wearing only her panties and Ron's shirt. She was on the bed in the exact same position Ron had found her in the day before when this whole mess had started. She cocked an eyebrow at Ron when he led two more siblings into the room.
"Ah," Ron began, fully intending to explain everything.
"Whatever," Ginny said with a wave of her hand.
Ron gulped.
George smiled.
Percy stared.
Ron sighed, "I'm never going to find those marbles."
"What marbles?" Percy asked as Ginny gave a look that clearly conveyed, I'm half naked and waiting, and all you can think about are marbles?
"Sorry, mate," George grinned. "Lost marbles are never found. Never. Believe me, I know."
It was much later that Ron suddenly sat up, waking everyone with his gasped, "Do Mum and Dad know?"
No one knew quite how to answer Ron's question.
