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Hand Me Downs - H/R - NC-17
Title: Hand Me Downs
Author:shocolate
Pairing: Harry/Ron (plus Harry/Ginny and past Ron/Hermione)
Words: 1611
Rating: NC-17
Written for the![[info]](http://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif)
hprwfqf, where my claim was :- 54.Apparating without an invitation leads to trouble.
Hand Me Downs
****
We promised Ginny we’d never tell anyone how she and Harry broke up.
I know she’d rather anything than having had me witness what happened, but it really wasn’t my fault.
I’d been happily sprawled on my couch, wearing an ancient t-shirt and Cannons boxers, my feet on the coffee table, the wireless on, a glass of Firewhiskey in my hand reflecting the flames in the fireplace, wondering if I had the energy for a wank, here, before I went to bed, or if I should make it that far first, so I could fall asleep straight afterwards.
Both had their merits.
And a wank and a nap on the couch should not be dismissed, as long as I remembered to tuck myself away, afterwards.
After the wank. Before the nap. Not after the nap.
I rummaged in my boxers and pulled my dozing cock through the opening, cupping it comfortably in my hand, squeezing gently and trying to decide what to do.
I took another sip of Firewhiskey, and that was when it happened.
Harry called my name.
This was unexpected, as Harry was out, or I'd've had all wanking decisions taken out of my hands. Well, not that anyone else's hands… not that Harry's hands… just that I'd have had to wank in my bedroom.
Or the bathroom, of course.
Right. Harry. Was out.
Date night.
Doing unspeakable things to my sister.
Not Unspeakable, I could only hope.
She'd fallen into his arms when she left school, and, unfortunately, he'd caught her. I say 'unfortunately' because, much as I love my sister, I love Harry more.
Harry.
Hermione took this news very well, on the whole, if not in the hole – she's absolutely the only person I'd told – and was very helpful and Hermione about things. No, I didn't want to talk about it. 'M sorry, 'M really sorry, I can't touch it, I fancy Harry,' was more coherent than I ever thought I'd manage to be. And no, I didn't need a book. If there was a book called What To Do When the Bloke You Love Is Shagging Your Sister, then I didn't want to know about it.
I know what to do, when the bloke you love is shagging your sister; you wank a lot and drink a lot.
Maybe I should write a book.
Fancying Your Brother-in-Law For Dummies.
What To Do When A Horcrux Thinks You're In Love With The Wrong Best Friend.
Men Are From Mars, Gay Men Are From Uranus.
So.
Harry was out.
Well, no he wasn't; he wasn't even closeted.
He was straight.
While I was so deep in the closet I'd found a thousand years worth of missing odd socks.
But Harry was out of the flat, on a date, and I clearly heard him call my name.
Not from his room, or the kitchen, or even the fireplace, but from between my feet.
I put down my cock and my Firewhiskey and leant forward, peering at the coffee table.
I'd emptied out my jeans pockets and flung them across the back of the couch, when I'd sat down, and there were three Cannons ticket stubs, two Sickles, an Oyster card, a fifty pee piece, a broken quill, a London to Northampton train timetable, my Ministry pass, my Deluminator, a pair of tweezers and six owl treats on the table.
My Deluminator.
Harry's voice had come out of my Deluminator.
I picked it up and caressed it, wondering what was going on. I hadn't abandoned anybody; Harry had said my name just hours before, as he left the flat to shag my sister.
There was no reason for Harry's voice to come out of my Deluminator.
I clicked it.
The lights went out, all except for a ball of blue light, floating in front of me.
I watched it closely as it bobbed towards me and I put my hand over my heart and it dipped and I watched it press up against the head of my cock, for just a moment, before being sucked inside.
It was hot, but not unpleasantly so, but it was inside my penis and I pulled my boxers roughly down my thighs and stared at my cock as it throbbed gently and I began to panic.
Stumbling to my feet, I pulled my boxers and jeans back on and picked up my wand.
I didn't know why Harry needed me, but I knew I had to go to him, so I Disapparated.
When I reappeared, I was in Ginny's flat.
In Ginny's bedroom.
Watching my naked best friend cowering on the floor as my naked sister stood over him, raining kicks and blows down on him as he covered his head with his arms.
"You fucking bastard!" she screamed.
"I'm sorry," he moaned.
Harry was a nearly qualified Auror.
I was his partner.
I was his best friend.
It was the most natural thing in the world, plus I was trained, to go to his aid, in the event of an attack, without question.
But that surely didn't include my little sister, kicking him with small bare feet and bellowing, "You're a fucking disloyal, inconsiderate, cheating bastard, Harry Potter!"
"Ginny?" I croaked.
She whirled on the spot, hair and boobs flying, face contorted in anger.
"You!" she shrieked, grabbing a lamp off the bedside table and throwing it at me.
I ducked and it smashed against her window and flames licked at the curtains and I quickly put them out with an Aguamenti Charm.
"What's going on?" I demanded.
"Ron, I haven't," Harry said, kneeling up and covering his privates with cupped hands.
Even with bruises forming on his ribs, and kneeling on my sister's bedroom floor, he looked gorgeous, but if he'd done something to break my sister's heart, well, I was going to have to, well, it didn't look like I was going to have to punch him, but I'd jolly well have to stand there and fold my arms and nod supportively as Ginny took care of the beating he deserved.
"What's going on?" I repeated. "What have you done?"
"Nothing," he protested.
"Nothing?" Ginny squawked. "You cheating bastard."
"I haven't," he denied swiftly. "Ron, I wouldn't."
"Because he'd never have you," she spat.
Harry's eyes flicked to my face and he winced and hung his head.
"What?" I asked quietly.
"You don't want my… ex-boyfriend, do you, Ron?" Ginny asked.
"What?" I breathed.
"Only we were fucking, and he called out your name," she said spitefully, blinking away sudden tears and crossing her arms over her breasts.
"Here," Harry muttered, passing her her dressing gown.
I didn't even look down at his exposed groin, because I was staring at the top of his bowed head.
"I heard you," I croaked.
"What?" Ginny asked, struggling into her dressing gown and tying the belt viciously.
"I heard you, Harry," I repeated. "You called my name, and I heard it. Coming out of my Deluminator."
"What?" Harry gasped, finally looking up and meeting my eyes.
"You," I shrugged. "I thought you… needed me… so, here I am."
"How thoughtful," Ginny muttered.
"But I'm sure it was a… mistake," I said weakly.
Ginny snorted.
Harry slowly shook his head.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "Both of you. So sorry."
"I'm not a substitute for my brother," Ginny spat.
"I know," Harry said, reaching for his discarded jeans and sighing as she kicked them out of his reach. "I'm a bastard."
"Harry," I said. "Is this true?"
He nodded, looking at my knees.
"Merlin," I croaked.
"So," Ginny said, "d'you want him?"
"Yes," I said simply.
They both looked up at me so fast they probably got whiplash.
"Ron?" he said.
"You have got to be kidding me," she said flatly.
"No," I said, shaking my head, my eyes locked on Harry's as he knelt there, trembling, still holding his cock. "I'm sorry, Gin."
"Oh, for fuck's sake," she protested. "You can't…"
"I'd never've said anything," I said, still looking at Harry, "but…"
"Oh, just take him," she said, aiming another kick at him and weakly sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Ginny…"
"Take him!" she said. "But if you ever breathe a word of this…"
"I wouldn't," I said. "I promise."
"Right," she said. "So. Fuck off the pair of you, and…"
"And?" Harry asked, picking up his jeans, getting to his feet and holding them in front of him.
"Take care of each other," she muttered.
"We will," I said, holding out my hand to him.
"We will," he echoed, clasping my hand in his and letting me Side-Along him home.
So, we'd promised Ginny we’d never tell anyone how she and Harry broke up, I still hadn't decided where I wanted to wank and Harry was still naked.
The evening was looking up.
"You gonna just stand there?" I asked, taking off my jeans and dropping back onto the couch and finishing my Firewhiskey.
"I… really?" Harry asked, finally discarding his clothes and kneeling before me. "You… really?"
"I really," I said, leaning forward and cupping his face. "I really, really do."
He smiled broadly and I kissed him and he swarmed nakedly into my lap, pressing me back into the cushions as he straddled me and slid his hands into my hair.
I briefly wondered if there was a tactful way to ask him to shower, first, as he'd only just fucked my sister, but then he sucked on my tongue and ground his stirring cock against mine and I decided I didn't care.
This was one Weasley hand me down I was going to take very good care of.
Title: Hand Me Downs
Author:
shocolatePairing: Harry/Ron (plus Harry/Ginny and past Ron/Hermione)
Words: 1611
Rating: NC-17
Written for the
hprwfqf, where my claim was :- 54.Apparating without an invitation leads to trouble.Hand Me Downs
****
We promised Ginny we’d never tell anyone how she and Harry broke up.
I know she’d rather anything than having had me witness what happened, but it really wasn’t my fault.
I’d been happily sprawled on my couch, wearing an ancient t-shirt and Cannons boxers, my feet on the coffee table, the wireless on, a glass of Firewhiskey in my hand reflecting the flames in the fireplace, wondering if I had the energy for a wank, here, before I went to bed, or if I should make it that far first, so I could fall asleep straight afterwards.
Both had their merits.
And a wank and a nap on the couch should not be dismissed, as long as I remembered to tuck myself away, afterwards.
After the wank. Before the nap. Not after the nap.
I rummaged in my boxers and pulled my dozing cock through the opening, cupping it comfortably in my hand, squeezing gently and trying to decide what to do.
I took another sip of Firewhiskey, and that was when it happened.
Harry called my name.
This was unexpected, as Harry was out, or I'd've had all wanking decisions taken out of my hands. Well, not that anyone else's hands… not that Harry's hands… just that I'd have had to wank in my bedroom.
Or the bathroom, of course.
Right. Harry. Was out.
Date night.
Doing unspeakable things to my sister.
Not Unspeakable, I could only hope.
She'd fallen into his arms when she left school, and, unfortunately, he'd caught her. I say 'unfortunately' because, much as I love my sister, I love Harry more.
Harry.
Hermione took this news very well, on the whole, if not in the hole – she's absolutely the only person I'd told – and was very helpful and Hermione about things. No, I didn't want to talk about it. 'M sorry, 'M really sorry, I can't touch it, I fancy Harry,' was more coherent than I ever thought I'd manage to be. And no, I didn't need a book. If there was a book called What To Do When the Bloke You Love Is Shagging Your Sister, then I didn't want to know about it.
I know what to do, when the bloke you love is shagging your sister; you wank a lot and drink a lot.
Maybe I should write a book.
Fancying Your Brother-in-Law For Dummies.
What To Do When A Horcrux Thinks You're In Love With The Wrong Best Friend.
Men Are From Mars, Gay Men Are From Uranus.
So.
Harry was out.
Well, no he wasn't; he wasn't even closeted.
He was straight.
While I was so deep in the closet I'd found a thousand years worth of missing odd socks.
But Harry was out of the flat, on a date, and I clearly heard him call my name.
Not from his room, or the kitchen, or even the fireplace, but from between my feet.
I put down my cock and my Firewhiskey and leant forward, peering at the coffee table.
I'd emptied out my jeans pockets and flung them across the back of the couch, when I'd sat down, and there were three Cannons ticket stubs, two Sickles, an Oyster card, a fifty pee piece, a broken quill, a London to Northampton train timetable, my Ministry pass, my Deluminator, a pair of tweezers and six owl treats on the table.
My Deluminator.
Harry's voice had come out of my Deluminator.
I picked it up and caressed it, wondering what was going on. I hadn't abandoned anybody; Harry had said my name just hours before, as he left the flat to shag my sister.
There was no reason for Harry's voice to come out of my Deluminator.
I clicked it.
The lights went out, all except for a ball of blue light, floating in front of me.
I watched it closely as it bobbed towards me and I put my hand over my heart and it dipped and I watched it press up against the head of my cock, for just a moment, before being sucked inside.
It was hot, but not unpleasantly so, but it was inside my penis and I pulled my boxers roughly down my thighs and stared at my cock as it throbbed gently and I began to panic.
Stumbling to my feet, I pulled my boxers and jeans back on and picked up my wand.
I didn't know why Harry needed me, but I knew I had to go to him, so I Disapparated.
When I reappeared, I was in Ginny's flat.
In Ginny's bedroom.
Watching my naked best friend cowering on the floor as my naked sister stood over him, raining kicks and blows down on him as he covered his head with his arms.
"You fucking bastard!" she screamed.
"I'm sorry," he moaned.
Harry was a nearly qualified Auror.
I was his partner.
I was his best friend.
It was the most natural thing in the world, plus I was trained, to go to his aid, in the event of an attack, without question.
But that surely didn't include my little sister, kicking him with small bare feet and bellowing, "You're a fucking disloyal, inconsiderate, cheating bastard, Harry Potter!"
"Ginny?" I croaked.
She whirled on the spot, hair and boobs flying, face contorted in anger.
"You!" she shrieked, grabbing a lamp off the bedside table and throwing it at me.
I ducked and it smashed against her window and flames licked at the curtains and I quickly put them out with an Aguamenti Charm.
"What's going on?" I demanded.
"Ron, I haven't," Harry said, kneeling up and covering his privates with cupped hands.
Even with bruises forming on his ribs, and kneeling on my sister's bedroom floor, he looked gorgeous, but if he'd done something to break my sister's heart, well, I was going to have to, well, it didn't look like I was going to have to punch him, but I'd jolly well have to stand there and fold my arms and nod supportively as Ginny took care of the beating he deserved.
"What's going on?" I repeated. "What have you done?"
"Nothing," he protested.
"Nothing?" Ginny squawked. "You cheating bastard."
"I haven't," he denied swiftly. "Ron, I wouldn't."
"Because he'd never have you," she spat.
Harry's eyes flicked to my face and he winced and hung his head.
"What?" I asked quietly.
"You don't want my… ex-boyfriend, do you, Ron?" Ginny asked.
"What?" I breathed.
"Only we were fucking, and he called out your name," she said spitefully, blinking away sudden tears and crossing her arms over her breasts.
"Here," Harry muttered, passing her her dressing gown.
I didn't even look down at his exposed groin, because I was staring at the top of his bowed head.
"I heard you," I croaked.
"What?" Ginny asked, struggling into her dressing gown and tying the belt viciously.
"I heard you, Harry," I repeated. "You called my name, and I heard it. Coming out of my Deluminator."
"What?" Harry gasped, finally looking up and meeting my eyes.
"You," I shrugged. "I thought you… needed me… so, here I am."
"How thoughtful," Ginny muttered.
"But I'm sure it was a… mistake," I said weakly.
Ginny snorted.
Harry slowly shook his head.
"I'm sorry," he whispered. "Both of you. So sorry."
"I'm not a substitute for my brother," Ginny spat.
"I know," Harry said, reaching for his discarded jeans and sighing as she kicked them out of his reach. "I'm a bastard."
"Harry," I said. "Is this true?"
He nodded, looking at my knees.
"Merlin," I croaked.
"So," Ginny said, "d'you want him?"
"Yes," I said simply.
They both looked up at me so fast they probably got whiplash.
"Ron?" he said.
"You have got to be kidding me," she said flatly.
"No," I said, shaking my head, my eyes locked on Harry's as he knelt there, trembling, still holding his cock. "I'm sorry, Gin."
"Oh, for fuck's sake," she protested. "You can't…"
"I'd never've said anything," I said, still looking at Harry, "but…"
"Oh, just take him," she said, aiming another kick at him and weakly sitting on the edge of her bed.
"Ginny…"
"Take him!" she said. "But if you ever breathe a word of this…"
"I wouldn't," I said. "I promise."
"Right," she said. "So. Fuck off the pair of you, and…"
"And?" Harry asked, picking up his jeans, getting to his feet and holding them in front of him.
"Take care of each other," she muttered.
"We will," I said, holding out my hand to him.
"We will," he echoed, clasping my hand in his and letting me Side-Along him home.
So, we'd promised Ginny we’d never tell anyone how she and Harry broke up, I still hadn't decided where I wanted to wank and Harry was still naked.
The evening was looking up.
"You gonna just stand there?" I asked, taking off my jeans and dropping back onto the couch and finishing my Firewhiskey.
"I… really?" Harry asked, finally discarding his clothes and kneeling before me. "You… really?"
"I really," I said, leaning forward and cupping his face. "I really, really do."
He smiled broadly and I kissed him and he swarmed nakedly into my lap, pressing me back into the cushions as he straddled me and slid his hands into my hair.
I briefly wondered if there was a tactful way to ask him to shower, first, as he'd only just fucked my sister, but then he sucked on my tongue and ground his stirring cock against mine and I decided I didn't care.
This was one Weasley hand me down I was going to take very good care of.