Requests

December 1996

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"Ron?"

The posters on the wall had been replaced with those of the new teams and the orange bedspread had faded from the strokes of countless sunbeams over the years.

Ginny was older now. She was taller too. Her too small nightshirt was still cotton, but was no longer so innocent - lips had replaced the hand-sewn bows and ribbons that decorated her old nightgowns. Thunderstorms no longer scared her - what scared her now was much more sinister than that. But in the habit of many years, she still ran to her brother when the dark nights became too much.

Ron looked up from his comic to see his sister standing in the doorframe, tears slipping down her face. "Hey Gin. Tom again?"

It was the nightmares that woke Ginny. Even now, during her 5^th year. She and Ron had come home to the Burrow at their parents' request, leaving Harry and Hermione at Hogwarts.

"Yes. Can I come in?"

Ron simply sat up and opened his arms for his little sister. She quickly walked across the room and climbed into his lap, dislodging his magazine. He loosely wrapped his arms around her, leaning his chin on her head. "Did he do anything this time?"

Ginny shuddered as she began to speak. "It was down in the chamber...he tried to make me do things, but when I couldn't...didn't know how, he brought in another girl...I have no idea who she was, all I could really see was her black hair. Once he had finished with her, Harry came in - she knew how to do things to him...things that he liked."

Ron hummed into Ginny's hair. "I have those with Hermione - only without the Voldemort. Malfoy Junior almost always turns up - maybe the dream weavers are trying to tell us something," he joked. She laughed, and he pushed her gently off his lap onto to the bed beside him. "Now, where did my comic go?"

This had become a tradition for them ever since Ginny had started to suffer from the post-Chamber nightmares. She would come and see Ron, the only person she knew who would listen and not judge - someone she knew who would love her, unconditionally. He would listen, and she would stay with him for a while. Sometimes they would talk, other times they would read together, or just sit, lost in thought.

This time, Ginny reclined on the bed beside her brother, staring up at the ceiling, musing about her dream. She had tried keeping a dream journal like Ron's for Divination, but had found that it hadn't worked - her dreams were far too disturbing to place upon paper.

Ron had nearly finished his comic when the thought came to Ginny. "Ron?"

"I thought you were asleep," he looked over his shoulder at her.

"What if our dreams were right? What if we need to practice those 'skills' to get the ones we want? - I know you've been after Hermione for years, and my...admiration of Harry is, unfortunately, public knowledge."

He lay down and rolled over onto his stomach beside her. "What do you mean?"

"What if the only way we are going to be able to keep the ones we love is if we have some ability in the bedroom?"

"I'd settle for just having Hermione, Gin," he grumbled. "We're both still single, you know."

"But once you have her - which shouldn't be too long once we're back at school, don't you want to be able to make her happy in all the areas of your relationship? I'm pretty sure that if I were Hermione, I wouldn't want to put up with the virgin fumblings of a 16 year old."

"Hey! It's not like you have a lot of experience either!"

"What if we could change that?"

He slowly sat up. "Pardon?"

"What if, over these holidays, we could get some experience in how to act in bed with someone? Don't you think that that would help our relationships?"

Ron was Incredulous. "What are you saying - that we should sleep together?"

Ginny sighed softly. "We wouldn't have to go all the way - just, you know, muck around to get an idea of how things work..."

"I know how things work - what do you think this stack of magazines Fred & George gave me when they moved out is for?"

He handed her an open magazine. On it, two brunette witches smiled coyly up at her, before bending over each other and touching their tongues to the others 'place'.

"But shouldn't you at least practice on someone you know who won't go blabbing before you try it on Hermione? What these 'models' like, and what real women like could be completely different."

Seeing her brother's willpower starting to fade, she leaned in and gently pressed a kiss to the side of his neck, directly under his ear. He shivered at the contact, and she pressed herself closer to him, slipping her hands down his shirt, tracing the muscles formed over last years Quidditch season. As her hands fluttered down and began to circle around his belly button, he groaned softly.

"Gin..."

"Ssh. It's natural - let your feelings do the thinking. Just let go..."

Slowly, still unsure of what he was doing, he turned so he was facing her on the bed. He had wanted to try some of the things he had seen in the magazines, and figured that now was the time. He thought back to a particularly explicit one, and slowly moved closer to Ginny.

Carefully, he leant down and pressed a small, chaste kiss onto her shoulder, then another further down. Her skin was so much softer than his, he mused. He worked his way right down the top of her nightgown, brushing her skin with his lips. When he reached the lowest point, he stopped, and moved upwards to kiss Ginny. The kiss was gentle at first, but as he was investigating the small dent in her bottom lip with his tongue, he felt her mouth open. Her tongue crept out to touch his and their mouths sealed together. He moved, in order to get better access to the fascinating new place his tongue was exploring. Twin gasps echoed across the room as Ron's movement brought their bodies into alignment.

Suddenly, Ginny pulled her mouth from her brother's and grabbing her wand, winked at Ron. "Silencing and locking spells," she explained as she waved her wand at the door. Suddenly, an idea struck her and she pointed her wand at Ron's crotch.

"What was that one?"

"Contraception spell - it works on men for twenty-four hours."

"Oh." As he brought their mouths together again, one of his hands found its way around her neck, his fingers wound themselves into her thick, wavy hair; and the other slipped around her waist, pressing her slim frame to his. Gently, he rolled them so that she was below him and once again, started to work his way down her chest with his mouth...

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Ron and Ginny lay there, post climax, wrapped in each other's arms.

"Well, now that I have an idea as to how things are supposed to work -" Ginny grinned and Ron, and rolled over to look at the clock. "I'd better get back to my room. Do you think we need to repeat this?"

As Ginny's words reached him, Ron's eyes suddenly opened in realisation, and he pulled away from Ginny as if she was poisonous. He had just slept with his sister. "Gin!"

"What?"

"We just...just...just..." he looked around shiftily, and whispered to her quietly. "Committed...incest."

"Yes, Ron, I was there."

"Oh gods..." His eyes filled with tears, and he stood up quickly. "Leave...you need to leave..." he moved around to the other side of the bed, and tugged Ginny out of it. "Go, now, before anyone realises..." He was pushing her towards the door.

"Ron! What has gotten into you? Stop!"

"I'm so sorry Ginny, so, so sorry."

"What? Don't be sorry..." She wrenched her arm out of her brother's grasp, and looked at him.

He ducked his head so as not to meet her gaze. "I'll never forgive myself for this, Gin...go back to bed. Just go. I...I need time to deal..."

He pushed her out of the door, and headed off to the shower. Ginny was left staring after him, wondering what had tipped her brother over the head...he had seemed a willing participant at the time...