WARNING: This is a highly explicit lemon that features incest and a large age gap where one person is underage. Don't like, don't read.

A/N: So, this is an AU if you haven't guessed yet. Basically no Voldermort, so like mad things are different heh. But it doesn't really matter, not a plot heavy story, obv. Hehe.


It was about 9pm when Ginny returned home looking like she'd been hit by a train. Ron hadn't even contacted her once to see where she'd gone. He'd probably been too mortified by her walking in on him to say anything. The house was dark and quiet, so she assumed he'd gone to meet his friends already. She was glad that she wouldn't have to deal with him after today. She was utterly knackered.

After she'd wearily staggered up the stairs to her room, she quickly shed her disheveled clothing, took off her jewellery, and hopped into the shower to clean up before turning in for the night. So much for her schedule. As she wiped off her smeared makeup and detangled her hair in the warm water, she mused on how glad she was that she was too tired to think about anything.

When she'd finished brushing her teeth, making her bed, and slipping on the peach negligee she wore to sleep in, she crawled under the sheets and immediately passed out. A few hours later, she awoke due to a noise that sounded like something crashed in the living room. She couldn't tell if she'd imagined it or not, but figured that she might as well go grab a glass of water since she was awake and was feeling parched.

When she reached the sink and was filling her glass with tap water, standing on her tiptoes because the floor was so cold, she heard the squeak of a floorboard in the darkness behind her. To make sure she wasn't hearing things, Ginny turned off the faucet and set her cup on the counter. She could hear her heart pounding in her ears and her breathing had grown ragged, which made it harder to hear anything, but it seemed as though she'd imagined the noise. As she was about to grab her glass and return to her room, she felt a presence behind her. Too terrified to move, turn around, anything but stand still as a statue, she could feel the heat of a body right next to hers radiating onto her skin. Ginny closed her eyes as the person leaned their head over her shoulder and the sound of the stranger's breath was loud next to her ear. She gulped in fear, waiting for them to speak, waiting for the torture of not knowing to be over. Fear of the unknown is the worst of all.

Suddenly, she felt two large hands grab her right above the hips and lift her up as the person shouted, "Boo!" in her ear. She freaked out and flailed against her assailant's grip who had now begun laughing, as he spun her around in the air and dropped her back to the ground in front of him. She had recognized his voice immediately and the reason behind her flailing had moved from fear to vexation.

"Bill!" Ginny shrieked, shoving her oldest brother as hard as she could backwards. He was laughing heartily, as he threw his arms behind him to prevent his butt from slamming into the hard island counter behind him. "What the hell! You could have given me a heart attack! I thought you were-"

"An intruder? A robber breaking into this shabby excuse for a house? Or what, a rapist who just happened to wander into this side of nowhere? No one would come here unless they knew someone here, so only one of your many suitors would do something like that, huh, Gin?" Bill smirked slyly at his youngest sibling. Only he would say something like that to her. They alone could talk freely about things like that to one another. They had no secrets from each other, and they never felt awkward when talking about sex, both fully aware of the other's romantic escapades. Bill was the only one in the family who was completely cool with Ginny's liberal lifestyle, leading a similar one himself. If anything, he was proud of her and felt that she was following in his footsteps. His protégé almost, since he was the one who taught her almost everything she knew, anyway.

"Oh, fuck off, Bill. You know no one would try anything like that with me. They'd be too scared." She smirked back at him and he grinned in approval.

"That's my girl. But aren't you happy to see your big brother? Come on, then. Give us a kiss!" He held his arms out in the dark, half sitting on the counter now. His long hair was pulled back in his classic low ponytail, but strands of hair were falling over his tanned face. His white collared shirt was untucked and the first few buttons were open, his red tie loosely hanging under them. His tightly-fitted black blazer matched his dress slacks and shoes. He'd obviously just come from work. Due to the fact that Gringotts never closed, not even for holidays, Bill often worked late shifts.

The pale, semi-clad girl squealed in delight, forgetting all of her annoyance and leapt into her brother's arms. He caught her by the waist and lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around him and he pulled her into a tight embrace. Holding her head in one hand and rocking her side to side slightly he made a sound of longing.

"Mmmmm, Gin, I've missed you so much."

"I've missed you, too." Ginny was planting sloppy kisses on his jawline and he chuckled turning his head as if she was tickling him. Bill moved his head back toward hers abruptly and they stared at each other, their noses almost touching. He suddenly dipped her backward and she shrieked in alarm. "Nooo! Stoppp! Billlll!"

He was laughing throatily again as he hung her upside down, her long red hair sweeping the kitchen floor. She yelled at him to pull her back up, but only when her nightie was sliding up and the bottom of her lacey panties were revealed did he pull her back, clearing his throat awkwardly as he looked away. Ginny struck him across the chest as she fixed her hair, pretending to be mad at him. When Bill looked back at his baby sister, his eyes were serious.

"Hey. What's wrong?" Ginny held up a hand and moved to stroke her brother's cheek, but he set her down on the floor and stood from the table.

"It's nothing." He said, not looking at her. "Should we maybe turn on some lights?" Bill looked around in the darkness and forced a laugh, attempting to change the subject, but Ginny was having none of it. She caught his hand and held it firmly as if to soften the blow of what she was going to say next.

"Did… Fleur… Did you and Fleur…?" She could hear him gulp as he stared at the floor. She took that as a yes. Bill had a player reputation, but when he met Fleur, well, let's just say she wouldn't let him go. At first he just found it mildly amusing, it wasn't the first time a girl had wanted more from him, but there was something about the French blonde, and it wasn't just that she was part Veela.

Fleur had a fire in her that reminded Bill very much of a person he loved more than anyone else in the world. She had a spark in her eyes and a determination which could rival any Slytherin's. She simply wouldn't take no for an answer and she pulled out all the stops with him. Her charms and powers of seduction almost rivaled those of his siren of a sister. He didn't want to admit it to himself, but she reminded him of Ginny, who, despite their age difference, he considered his best friend. He felt that he could tell his sister anything and she wouldn't judge him. He could show her all of him, be himself completely around her, and she'd love him all the same, and not just because he was her big brother.

So when Fleur finally captured him, he did what he'd never done before and became a boyfriend. Things were great for a few months, but towards the end, Fleur kept demanding that he bring her home to meet his family, but Bill hadn't even told anyone other than Ginny that he had a girlfriend. He felt like it was just too weird. That everyone would make too big a deal of it and assume they were going to be together forever or something. He wasn't even sure he liked the idea of being together forever with anyone. He definitely felt that he wasn't ready for that level of seriousness, but Fleur wouldn't drop it. That's when things started getting really rocky. Due to Ginny's being away at school, she and Bill weren't able to talk so much, but they'd send the occasional owl to one another to keep each other updated. Last she'd heard though, Fleur was so mad, she'd stopped speaking to him and he was really worried that she was going to end it. It seems she had.

"Oh, Bill. I'm so sorry." Ginny ran her hands up his sleeves to his shoulders and then around his neck, pressing herself into him in a comforting embrace. He let his head fall on her bare shoulder and wrapped his arms around her slender waist, squeezing her tightly, accepting her love and reassurance greedily. He became hyperaware of the fact that she was so scantily clad when he felt her hardened nipples pressing though the thin fabrics of her nightgown and his shirt. He could feel her curves through the silky material and the tiny strap on her shoulder was barely noticeable. He tried not to think about it, tried not to inhale too deeply of her sweet and warm scent that was reminiscent of gardenias and vanilla caramels. His heart ached and he was feeling so lonely since Fleur broke up with him that it just felt nice to hold a woman in his arms again. And that's just what his little sister had become, he realized. The feel of heat emanating from her form inside of his arms, the feel of her smooth flesh against to his rough skin, her soft curves pressed against his hard planes, and her silken hair caressing his face. He felt longing rising in him, but forced himself to remember that this wasn't just any girl he was holding, this was his baby sister and he would definitely not let himself think about her that way. It would just be wrong. No way. Thankfully, Ginny pulled away and interrupted his inner dialogue.

"Hey, it's super late. How about we go upstairs and get you ready for bed?"

Bill passed his hand over her head and tucked her hair behind her ear, smiling lovingly at her. "Sure, sounds nice. I'm pretty exhausted. Don't forget your water."

Ginny had climbed into Bill's bed and was chatting away idly to him as he shed his work clothes. She was telling him all about the last week of school and how Lavender had said this to Parvati and then Susan told Dean about it, and on and on. Bill had his back turned to her so she couldn't see him smirking as he thought about how funny her gossiping about her classmates was. It wasn't the sort of stuff that normally caught her attention. When he turned around to grab the shirt that he'd put on the bed, Ginny's train of thought was rudely derailed.

Holy shit. When did Bill get so buff? He must have been working out like crazy while I've been gone. While Bill had always taken pride in his appearance and worked to maintain his bad boy image, Ginny had never seen him looking this cut before. He had a super defined chest, clearly outlined abs, and perfectly sculpted biceps. His dark red happy trail was still there, as were the sporadic tattoos that dotted his torso and arms. Ginny's eyes were taking in every inch of him, from his pronounced Adam's apple to his jutting hips visible above his sagging trousers.

"Uh, Gin?" Bill was finishing pulling down the black T-shirt and looking at her with concern. She had just trailed off mid-sentence.

"Er, what? Oh yeah, uh, I forgot what I was saying." She laughed awkwardly, hoping he didn't notice her gawking at him. Bill was eyeing her suspiciously, but with the hint of a smile on his lips. "Must be more tired than I thought, heh."

"Hmm… yeah… well, guess we had better get some rest, then, eh?" He took off his slacks, his feet already bare, and walked to the bed in his dark red boxer-briefs. While Ginny had seen her brother in just his underwear a million times, the fact that he seemed more fit than usual, perhaps even tanner, too, was causing her to feel slightly uncomfortable. "Wanna sleep with me tonight?"

"What?" Ginny tensed, eyes wide with incredulity. Bill furrowed his brow at her as if to say, 'What's gotten into you?'

"Do you want to stay here tonight or do you want to go back to your room? I don't mind either way, but it's nice to have your company."

"Oh. Uh, yeah. Sure. It's really nice to see you, Bill. I've been hanging out with Ron a lot and ohhh boy. In fact, you won't believe what he did today."

Bill pulled back the covers and slid into the warm bed happily. It was always nice to have someone to warm you up. He snuggled up next to his sister and listened to her story with amusement, struggling to keep his eyes open.

"…and he was wanking!" Bill's eyes shot open as he tuned back into what Ginny was saying. "On my bed! Can you believe that? Ron! Wanking! ON MY BED!" Not knowing what else to do, Bill just burst out laughing.

"Bahahah! Oh man, Ginny. Hahaha. I'm-I'm sorry! Hahah!"

"What the fuck! Bill! It's not funny! It's gross! He's my brother and I saw his dick! I saw my brother's hand around his dick! Do you know what that's like to see? I can't get that image out of my head now. I wish I could wash my brain with soap to get rid of it."

"Oh, big deal, Gin. We all do it. You do it, I do it, even Percy does it, believe it or not." Ginny shuddered at the mental image Bill just conjured for her.

"Yeah, but that doesn't mean I wanna see it."

"Whatever, Gin. Don't be such a prude." Ginny's jaw dropped. Bill just called her a prude. Her. Ginny Weasley. APRUDE.

"What did you just call me?"

"You heard me, sis."

"Since when does not wanting to see your brother's cock make you a prude?"

"Who says you don't?" Bill teased. Ginny's face contorted in revulsion. "I mean, you did say you can't get the image of him jacking it out of your head, right? Maybe you don't want to."

"EW! What the fucking fuck, you fucking ewwww!" Bill burst out laughing again.

"Nice, Gin. Quite the vocabulary you got there. I can see that education's doing you well."

"God, Bill, just stop being gross." Ginny huffed and turned away from Bill, curling into a fetal position as she slid her arm under the nearest pillow and slammed her head down on it. Bill just chuckled as he wrapped his body around her, spooning her like he had so many times before. They used each other for comfort and to fill the void they felt for intimacy sometimes. Despite being physical with so many people, the lack of emotional connection caused a sort of loneliness that couldn't be destroyed. They were just glad they had each other.

While he had pressed his boxer brief covered pelvis against her thinly clad bottom many a time, something felt different this time. Both of them could feel the other's hearts racing, their breathing becoming shallow, their body temperatures rising, but both of them refused to acknowledge the physical changes within themselves, let alone the other. Though it took them a long time to fall asleep, eventually they were successful and let themselves melt into each other, taking solace in the closeness they felt both physically and emotionally when they were like that.