Genetic Defect.
C: One shot
R: M
P: PW/RW
S: Percy argues with Ron ablout their differences.
Percy Weasley. Not at all like a Weasely.
Now me, well I'm Ron Weasley. I define what a Weasley should be. A prefect, Quidditch player and everyone's favourite buddy.
My brother. Well, he's that sort of guy that you dread to talk to because its like talking to a metamorphsis of Snape and Magonagall. Strict, shitface and responsible. All of which only one Weasley ever had and they were married into the family.
So it dosen't really count.
But Percy was the most ambitious. He played the violin and piano with eerily precision. It alarms me. I mean, he likes to be perfect and anything out of place made him spaz.
It was like he is afraid of anything that is unpredictable. His girlfriend Penelope Clearwater (ex- girlfriend now) said that he might be obsessive compulsive. It sounds correct...
But I'm still pissed at him for leaving the family like he did. Mum and Dad fighting more now. With Mum crying and Dad yelling then falling dead silent.
It creeps me out.
But Mum's getting better and not crying too hard. Dad is starting to act like himself. Besides Harry's here to fill the gap Percy left.
Its not too bad.
We're going to Diagon Alley tomorrow and I plan to see Percy and ask why he still hasn't apologized...
His door looks as perfect as Percy like to be. I don't want to know on the hard oak and have it reveal the brother I honestly don't know. I never did. No one ever really didi.
Raising my hand a knocking with my knuckles, feeling myheart pound. The door slowly opens showing the stuck - in - time vision of Percy. Red curly hair primly brushed, eyes that are strict. Lips, soft delicate features that always made me wonder if there was a girl anywhere with the same natural fullness .
The feelings of grabbing my own blood brother's neck and kissing him just to feel those lips on my own have always disgusted me. Though at home my mother's favourite picture is one where Percy and I are playing and I keep rubbing my small infant finger over his lips. I used to give him 'Brother Kiss' all the time. But he stopped that when he came back from his first year at Hogwarts.
I was 6.
Staring at me in obvious surprise, he quickly composes himself.
"Hello Ronald. What brings you to my humble abide?" The thinly veiled sarcasm is evident.
Smiling big and goofy. I want him to want me to see me. "Just came to get school supplies, thought I'd drop by."
He looks suspicious.
"Come on, Perce I'm not hiding a hippogriff in my bad." I use the whiney voice he hates.
Frowning he beckons me in.
Its cramped but homey. Surprise! It makes me feel like a prat to assume who Percy is. Looking at him. Now that I'm here I don't know hat to say. I could say that I miss him. With all the fighting we've done in recent years I doubt he'll belive me.
"So how's life been?" A pathetic attempt at conversation.
"Fine." OK don't cooperate.
"Uh... nice place..." Awkward.
He sighs and gestures to the small kitchen table. Theres three rooms in the entire place. A bath room, closet and his bedroom. The sitting room and kitchen are connected, with many Muggle things...
"Its a fridge Ron, you know about them." At least now he sounds amused.
I sit donw at the table while he get our tea. He looks visibly more relaxed. Smiling at him I add sugar cubes. I actually quite hate tea, but anything for this visit to go well.
"How's the Ministry?"
He shrugs. "Complete disarray." Huh, usually I get a lecture.
"Did Mother send you?" The question startles me.
"No. I came on my own." He looks suspicious.
"...why?" I smile big.
"Do I need a reason to see my brother?"
"Yes." He says it quietly and looks away form me.
My eyes travel from the horn- rimmed glasses frame down past the pale freckles to the arch of his lips.
"Can I kiss you?"
Silence.
"I'm soo... sorry. I should go." I jump up knocking hot tea all over my lap.
In pain I try to get to the door to leave. He grabs my arm paralyzing momentarily. Dreading to look at his face I turn.
"I'm sorry Ron..." The unbearable sadness in those brown eyes make my heart fall out of my chest. The timbre of his voice.
I sigh, the presence that he give me makes a daydream- like stare succumb my mind. I don't pay attetion to the details of consequences as he leans over to kiss me. With lips so soft and perfect, against my chapped ones.
I open my mouth as he deepens the kiss and brings out bodies closer.
It is the feeling of him tightening around me that drives me over the edge. His naked form withering underneath me, sweaty and clutching desperately at the headboard as he bites his bottom lip to keep from screaming.
Red curls sticking to the forehead, eyebrows in a sort- of pained state. A flush reaching from his face cheeks past pink hard nipples to the line of red hair. Body arching with each thrust I give. Muscles tensing, and the cock turning purple and weeping violently.
I touch him and he comes over both of us with a loud scream and orgasmic haze.
Lasting only one more thrust I come inside him. Filling him. No longer able to stand up I callapse on him. With the stickiness of his semen slides on both out bodies. Softening inside him, his legs aren't so tight around my waist.
After a moment I groan as I slide out of him and fall to his side. Catching my breath I turn to face him. Startled to see him already looking at me. Smiling at him with absolute love I say;
"I love you"
He turns away and gets out of his bed. Leaving me in complete confusion.
My curse is that I'm a hot head. It takes a minute to piss me off. So when he left the bed, I was pissed.
Still am.
In fact I'm going to get out of this sex-smelling room to give im a piece of my mind. But he's come back in...
With my clothes.
"Get dressed. Mother will be worried if your late."
WHAT! Fuckhead.
I can feel the red rush to my cheeks.
"So, thats it."
"That's it."
"You're such a fuck."
"I know."
No longer on the high I was I get out of bed naked and grab my clothes. Hurring to get them on so I won't spend another minute with the biggest fuckhole in the world...
"We're brothers."
How dare he!
"SO WHAT! I think we might be more than that!" Fuck. I don't know whether to storm out of here and forget the fact I had my first kiss and lost my virginity (on the top) to a man who kicks me out of his life. Or to fight with him and have him feel guilty.
"Ron, its just a passing fancy." Quiet. Not looking at me.
Fuckhead.
"I loved you more than anybody when I was a kid. I kissed you and adored your attention before you went away and became a complete prat! Or did you forget that I was the one fucking you so hard..."
He's going maroon.
"RON! DON'T YOU GET IT! i'M THE ONE WHO STARTED IT! I'M THE ONE WITH THE GENETIC DEFECT!"
"WHAT! GENECTIC DEFECT MY ARSE. YOU FUCK..."
Smack.
He slapped me.
I cannot believe he slapped me.
I glare at him. Grab his neck and smash our lips together. Our bodies flushed with arousal as I move against him causing him to dig his fingers into my back. Grimacing with pain I violently move to press him against the bedroom wall.
Creating a friction with our hips as I grind up to him. Breaking the kiss he gasps out an undignified moan, placing one of my hands near his head and dipping the other to release myself from the Muggle jeans I tug his thigh around my awaist, the other one follows as I thrust into him. He being still wet with my semen.
Screaming in pain and pleasure I hit his prostate violently. I'm not thinking as the tightness becomes my world. Tears leak out of his clenched eyes as he chants my name.
Eons spent in heaven as we rock together. Biting on each others necks and torso's. Whispering dirty things, cursing and trying to inflict pain as the pleasure drives both of us mad...
"So are you going to apologize?" I say between kisses.
He nods. "Eventually." Hands buttoning my pants.
"When?" I bring him closer. Dipping my head into his neck.
"When the War begins." A nice bruise I leave. Amongst the others.
"You're going to need a Concealment Charm for that." I murmur against his ear.
"Yeah. So will you."
"Their brith marks."
"Really now?"
"Yeah, my genetic defects..."
He stiffens. Pulling away from me.
"What?" His eyes are practically black. He hisses;
" I WAS SERIOUS! I cannot believe you! I don't even belong in the family!"
"Isn't that a good thing, considering..."
"NO! FUCK! It means that I look like a fuckin' Weasley, but am not one! But you are. I hate you for it, love you for it... WHERE ARE YOU GOING!"
Hands on his waist, completely red. Still naked...
Fuckhead.
"Mum's gonna worry."
Smack.
Grrr...
I grab his forearm and lock it behind his back. Both our erections ominant, even though it should be impossible considering this would be the third time in one day.
Groaning his severly bruised lips open in invitation...
Which I take.
Mum's waiting for me. Smiling in knowledge that the visit went well.
"So I take it Percy's doing good."
I grin big and goofy, eyes shining.
"Bit exhausted byt he'll be coming home soon."
"Remind him about the Concealment Charm's, darling."
OH FUCK!
Le fin.
A/N: I thought that Mrs. Weasley would know about Percy and Ron's strange relationship, afterall she seen them grow up together.