The Waterhole

Author\'s Note: Thank you to my reviewers! :)



To Pfeil - there is nothing wrong with Hermione, in fact, I enjoy Hermione paired with various people, including Ron. But for the purpose of this fic, I decided to make Ron less affected by Hermione than he is in canon. Thank you for your question.



Apologies to all for any spacing problems.



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THE WATERHOLE

A Ron/Ginny fanfic



by lordoberon



Chapter Two



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Ginny\'s POV

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Ginny couldn\'t believe what she had said. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she had felt stupid. "There\'s nothing I haven\'t seen before. I mean, nothing to be embarassed about. You\'re my brother."



As soon as the first sentence had been out, she\'d felt stupid, and then continued blabbering on in an attempt to sound like less of an idiot. Why bring attention to the fact that Ron was naked? Why not just shrug it off and mull over it in her own mind instead of opening her mouth?



And then she had gone and mentioned the dirty mags! Oh, god! Sure, she had a point that girls had a right to do that as much as guys, but....to Ron! He was always so awkward about these sort of things, and she hated making him feel bad. He was one of her favorite brothers (aside from Fred and George, who were absolutely hilarious) and she knew she was one of his favorites, so...if she made him feel extra awkward, she felt bad. When it wasn\'t terribly funny, that is.



There was something very honest about Ron. Ginny thought about this the next day, sitting out by the lake and watching her dad toil at cleaning it with spells. She was helping him by tossing stray junk into a bin.



Ron was...he was very innocent. Oh yes, he looked at dirty mags, but...he was kind. He could say really stupid stuff sometimes, but he didn\'t actually want to hurt anybody. There had been a period a few years back where he had tiptoed around her as if any little word he said would hurt her feelings. It had taken an angry fit from her to show him that she would rather he talk to her normally instead of treat her like a fragile doll.



That was the thing about Ron. If you acted like a boy, he got along with you better, and wasn\'t so shy around you. He actually hid a lot of his thoughts around girls (and not because they were all dirty, though that was sometimes the case, like with Fleur).



When he could see your face and think of a recent conversation he\'d really enjoyed with you, he\'d REMEMBER that you were a girl. No use telling that to Hermione, though. Hermione just didn\'t understand Ron like Ginny did.



Ginny sighed, and watched a caterpillar crawl across her toe from where it had fallen from a stray leaf. Ron had a special something. After all the bad times with Michael Corner and the like, Ginny was ready for...for someone like Ron. The idea used to be ridiculous and at first Ginny had thought to herself, what do I mean, someone like Ron? Shouldn\'t I mean, someone like Harry?



But even Harry wasn\'t...he was normal, he was just Harry, but a little part of Ginny, of small Ginny as she used to be, knew that Harry couldn\'t always be just Harry. She didn\'t mind his fame, but...it meant that sometimes, he was a different person. A small, selfish part of Ginny wanted someone who wouldn\'t change into someone else, who would just be hers to sit and cuddle with. It was girlish and silly, but it was something Ginny longed for. Casual. Smalltalk. Cuddling.



And when Ginny thought of what boy would be fun to do that with, she thought of Ron.



But Ron was her brother. What was wrong with her?



It had even gone so far as to make Ginny start noticing strange things about him. Like the way his freckles glowed in the sun on happy, weekend days. And how his shoulders were broad and muscular from that terrible job last summer heaving things for the Muggle biddy down the lane. How he had complained about that job (about as much as Dad asked Ron questions about the old lady\'s Muggle lifestyle)! But it had made him strong and chiseled his torso a little.



One thing Ginny had noticed was Fleur commenting on Bill\'s gruffy look, and then Ginny had noticed Ron looking at his face in the mirror. She was sitting imagining him with a bit of beard himself, and blushed at the thought. Maybe it would look good on him?



And then there was yesterday. Ginny HAD seen Ron naked before, but not in a very long time. Ron wasn\'t super fit, but he was decent. No, more than that, Ginny thought. Maybe just because it was Ron whom she was so attached to (secretly), but...Ron was something! Her mind had taken her for a one-second high loop when she\'d seen all of him for that split second. She had lied when she\'d said it was nothing she hadn\'t seen before. Ron was impressive.



Ginny lay down and inhaled deeply, smelling the sweet flowers beyond the stink of the junk pile. What did Ron kiss like? She didn\'t dare ask Lavender, even pretending to joke, because she might blush and give herself away.



Did he touch gently? Would his fingers slide with tenderness down the slopes of her shoulders, or would he just zone in like a hawk on her breasts? Ginny laughed aloud at the image, rolling over onto her stomach. She hoped Ron wouldn\'t be like all the other guys. They had pretended to like her, but really only been attracted to her body.



But she hoped that he would look at her with desire...with need in his eyes. She hoped that he would touch her with tenderness, and then kiss her fiercely. His touches would ignite something in her, but not be uncaring.



"Ginny! You\'re daydreaming again."



Ginny jolted out of her reverie and rolled over. Why was she thinking of Ron touching her?



And there was dad, hovering over her like a duck in a pair of "flippers," smiling at her. Ginny rolled her eyes and sat up. The sight of her dad was enough to jolt anybody out of a fantasy, even one so compelling and wrong as longing for one\'s own brother...



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It was a blistering hot day and Ginny was stuck in her room reading some of Ron\'s comic books that Harry had given him. A very angry mother had just ordered the twins out of the house, and they had gladly gone down to the lake to swim.



When Ginny leapt up to join them, they barred the doorway and said, "Ginny, don\'t go wrecking all the fun. We wanted to ditch these things," they picked at their shirts and shorts, "And do some jokes\' shop planning while we have time off work. You know how we like to do those things alone."



Ginny knew. The last time she had barged in on them while they were planning joke shop things, she\'d dropped into bed that night to find her room swarming with crickets. They had squished underfoot, and it had taken forever to get them all out, even with spells. Ginny still heard the occasional loud, irritating peeping late at night.



"Fine, I\'ll leave you two alone!"



Like they always were, so self-focused, the twins had smiled happily at her decision and left Ginny to whirl to her room in misery.



What else to do? Percy was working, always working. Dad was working, too. Mum was downstairs working up a cleaning storm. Ginny had pretended she was off to fetch something down the lane in order to avoid chores. Usually Ginny would help out a bit, but today was different.



It was all Ron\'s fault! Ginny laughed at her own thought and rolled over onto her back. If her mind wasn\'t totally full of Ron, then she\'d be able to help mum clean. But her mind was on Ron - Ron flying, Ron swimming, Ron walking around the house with no shirt on and flopping to sit down beside her, to take up more than half of the sagging couch while she did homework! Ron was done with school, and still looking for work. And of course he wouldn\'t be considerate enough to give her her own space while she was doing her homework...the idiot.



Having Ron squished by her didn\'t help Ginny concentrate on homework. She started noticing the muscle in his legs, and how nice it felt to have him so close. At one point Ginny had turned her left shoulder inward to touch his, but as soon as he noticed the contact Ron turned away and scooted an inch off. Had Ginny done something wrong?



She tossed the comic book away and watched its trajectory across the room. Up, flying past the window, and then down onto the shelf. Perfect.



She stood up and looked out her window. Ginny had one of the best views. From her window, she could see the lane that went parallel with their house, and follows its path through the fields and woods. She could even see the smoke from the main part of town a ways off.



Somewhere down amongst all the shrubbery was Ron\'s waterhole. Ginny remembered it suddenly. Maybe that\'s where Ron was?



She sighed at her own strange feelings and sat down on the windowsill. Why was she so obsessed with her own brother? Thinking of him made her excited and annoyed all at once. She was annoyed at herself, and with him, for scooting away and for being so oblivious...but she was also excited. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest when she thought of meeting him alone at the waterhole, and she felt her breath shake with the prospect of it.



And maybe Ron wasn\'t so oblivious after all? But the question was, what did Ron want? He had scooted away from her, but that could\'ve just been him realizing she needed her space on the couch. It hadn\'t necessarily been him not wanting her to touch him, right? He wasn\'t revolted by her.



With a determined toss of her hair, Ginny thought to herself, this is crazy. I don\'t want to be torn by my own weird feelings for him anymore. I\'m going to do something about this. I\'m going to somehow, by hook or by crook, find out how Ron feels about me.



She set off down the side of the wall. Her feet slid easily into familiar holes and breaks in the wood, and then she shimmied down the pole a bit before slipping over to the tree.



From there, it was an easy jog through the shrubbery, hidden from the view of the lane, to the waterhole. Ginny found her heart and feet racing with unanimous joy as she ran towards Ron.



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Ron\'s POV

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Ron lay down in the grass and heaved a great sigh. If someone had told him a year or so ago that one day, he\'d be stressing over his feelings for his own sister, Ron would have said they were crazy.



There were other things to stress over. There was mum cleaning the house right now like a madwoman. There was Fred and George\'s irritating secrecy over the jokeshop, a contradiction to the occasional coupon they\'d pass on. There was Percy\'s usual stupidity, and Ron\'s job-hunting.



But of course, stupid brain, his thoughts always went to Ginny. Ginny and her laughter and her smile...Ginny and her shorts, and her white top that showed off her midriff and had a bowtie nestled right below her breasts...it was enough to drive anyone mad. Ron couldn\'t get why Harry hadn\'t made a move yet. If he wasn\'t Ginny\'s sister, he would\'ve made one by now!



But he was, damn Merlin. Argh. It had been a week since Ginny had found him at the waterhole, and still he felt the need growing in him. Every time his body ached for fulfillment, every time he had to slip into his room for a good wank, it was her he thought of. He imagined Ginny splayed out before him in this warm sunlight, her every freckle revealed, a sexy pout on her lips as he teased her. She would wait for his tongue to lick over her full breasts that rose gently up and down...to suck at the rosiness of her nipples to the beautiful sound of her moaning...



He had done it again. He\'d said he would stop thinking of her, distract himself...but it never worked. Ron couldn\'t just give in to it, though. It would hurt her. It would offend her. It would scare her, and he didn\'t want to scare her.



He wanted her to want him, and to feel like he was the only one who could give her what she wanted.



The idea was ridiculously romantic, and Ron knew if he told any of the other boys they would laugh at him. Only Harry would understand such silly ideas. Ron\'s best friend would smile at him, his eyes glinting mischeviously behind his glasses, and say, "I know what you mean!"



Would Ginny laugh? Maybe she would. Maybe, instead of being the damsel in distress like Ron imagined, she would laugh at him. She would think he was stupid. Even that was preferable to her being scared, though.



With a groan of defeat Ron snaked his hand down his belly, and unfastened his belt. He grabbed the zipper and snicked it down, and then shoved the trousers down to his thighs.



He felt too lazy to shove the underwear down, too. Besides, he liked how it fit snugly against his cock. It felt nice and tight; he liked how it rubbed against the head when he got really aroused.



Nestling his head in the crook of his arm, Ron pushed his fingers down his length. A juddering sigh shook through him at the sensation, and then his fingers wrapped firmly around his cock.



For a moment he just held it, licking his lips and also holding the image of a nude Ginny in his mind. Mmm, she was so beautiful! It was agonizing. It was lovely. Ron stroked his fingers up and down as he imagined Ginny\'s breasts heaving as she breathed quickly.



Then he remembered what she had said last week about having her own dirty mags. Oh, god. Yum. He imagined Ginny lying on her bed, stroking between her legs fast and hard, just like he was stroking his cock...her fingers would plunge in, again and again, until they were wet and glistening...so wet, dripping with the thick juices of her pleasure, so thick you could lick it, swallow it...



Ron imagined her on the floor in her bedroom, the magazine forgotten as she pleasured herself. Her head would bend down low, hair sticking sweatily to the back of her neck, shaking in time to her rhythm. Her breasts would heave and shake back and forth. One finger, then three, added in, plunging slowly in and out of her wet opening...her fingers coated with it, her thighs getting sticky...



"Ohh, fuck...Ginny..." Ron moaned. He practically tore the underwear from his body. They were wet now, anyway. He was about ready to blow, now. It felt so good to be naked. He wished he had a mouth on him, a sweet hot mouth all wet and suckling...mm, it would be so much better than his big, hard hands. He wanted softness and small, cooling fingers on him. He wanted to see her red hair down there, to see Ginny\'s red, smirking lips wrapped around his cock...



"Ginny," he breathed, "Oh, Gin...give it to me, please...yes...yesss..."



The blanket was soft against his body and Ron knew he was digging a hole in the ground with his free hand. His back arched in pleasure as he handled his hard cock, stroking the underside so gently and lusciously that it brought a soft whimper from his throat. This felt so good, mm, but he wanted her, to hear her, see her, touch her, he wanted to fuck her, to pound her into the bed or the ground or the wall, to hear her scream his name and moan like a wild tigress.



"Ginny...Gin...mmm, I love you, give me more, make it faster..."



With a loud groan, Ron sat up, coming fast and hard all over his hand. Then he lay back down in a daze of pleasure, grinning to himself. He knew it was wrong, but Merlin\'s hairy balls, it felt good to feel this hazy lust and pleasure wash over him, to imagine her with so much affection and desire for him. He felt satisfied after this, every time, even if it the satisfaction didn\'t ever last long.



After a while of lying there, Ron sat up and cleaned himself up. He walked around for a bit to stretch his muscles, and then eased himself down into the cooling waterhole.



"Ahhh..."



"Ron, move over! I want to get in, too."



Ron bit down on his hand to stop the string of swearwords from coming out and whirled around. There was Ginny standing behind him, her hands on her hips and that sexy pout twisting her lips. He couldn\'t resist that pout.



"Ginny..." he sighed. "I\'m naked here. What do you want? Why not go to the lake?"



Besides, after just having imagined her naked, it was hard for him to look at her now. He felt a burning flush color his cheeks. She was wearing a pair of shorts and a tanktop, the loose black strap of a bra peeking out from under it. His eyes were drawn to that black in constrast to her fair skin, then down over the bulge of cleavage and nestling breasts, down to her long, long legs...



The pout became an outright frown and Ginny\'s hands clenched at her sides. "Ron, the twins already said I couldn\'t go down there. They\'re doing the same thing as you, but planning stuff for the Joke shop. Could you just move or something?"



"Um..." Ron took a deep breath and looked her in the eye, and then looked away again. Finally he asked, "What are you going to swim in? You forgot your swimsuit."



Ginny sighed and sat down on the ground. Like a cat, a purring sort of yawn came from her mouth. She stretched her body out before Ron, and then dipped her fingers into the water, swirling circles around and around.



"Ron..." Her voice was a quiet whisper. "Am I your favorite sister?"



Ron snorted. "You\'re my only sister."



"Well, yes, but..." She rolled over onto her stomach, and Ron could see her cleavage, right in front of his face. He wanted to reach out and touch her breasts. To punish his fingers for the idea, he clenched them into fists beneath the water where Ginny couldn\'t see.



"Yes, but if you had someone else as your sister - say Hermione, or Luna, would you miss me? Would you want me back?"



Ron looked down into the depths of the water. A life without Ginny? He couldn\'t imagine it. He couldn\'t imagine dealing with Luna\'s oddisms every day. He was used to Hermione\'s intelligence, but it got on his nerves sometimes, and living with her would drive him crazy. As for anyone else, he didn\'t care about them enough, really. Ginny he could speak to honestly. Ginny was beautiful. He would be lonely without her, more than lonely...



"Ginny," he said, voice low and serious. "I\'ll always...want you."



And he would. There was no way to banish his need for her from his brain! His sick, sick brain could not and would not be cured no matter how he tried. It gave him a headache just thinking about it.



Then he looked up at her and realized, maybe he shouldn\'t have been so honest. His words had been terribly, terribly honest. Had he gone too far? Had he said too much?



But when he looked up at her, Ginny was smiling. It was an adorable little smile, impish, and her blue eyes glowed with it. He felt for some odd reason like that smile was just for him. It made his heart stir with longing, and his body tingle with excitement.



The smiled widened, and Ginny leaned forward to press her nose against Ron\'s. "Love you too, Ron," she said.



He was about to open his mouth and say something else, when suddenly warm hands clasped his wet face. She brushed her long, slender fingers up into his soaking hair, and Ron shivered at the sensation. Then that long finger sidled down the left side of his face and tipped his chin up.



And then she was kissing him. She was kissing him, and it was amazing. Her soft, warm lips pressed against his. That finger remained under his chin for a moment before she moved it back to mimic her other hand. Ron closed his eyes and concentrated on her kiss.



He could smell the perfume on her, and her body heat was so warm. She knew how to use opportunity, it seemed, for she used his open mouth. He gasped as her hot tongue slipped into his mouth past his parted lips. She tasted like sugar and ginger and all the sweet things in the world ever made. Her mouth was forceful and demanding, the kiss devouring. That tongue slipped over every inch of Ron\'s mouth in a way that left him feeling violated, weak in the knees, and blissful all at once. He wanted more of her passion.



Somehow his arms had reached up and he realized he had his hands gripping her arms. His toes hurt as they dug into the side of the waterhole in the struggle to keep his body upright. The blood rushed and pounded loudly in his head.



Ron gave up on the idea of pulling away. The shock had worn off, and he realized he couldn\'t stop responding to her. So he gave into it and kissed her back, hard and long, so that when he pushed harder she moaned, and when the kiss ended, they were both gasping for breath.



Nothing had ever been as fulfilling. Ron felt his need for her raging inside him like a volcano, so close to the surface now that it overflowed and made him tremble. He couldn\'t contain it anymore.



"Ginny..." He gasped. "What...what have I done?" He put his head in his hands, and felt the tears burn in his palms. Each one was like a little accusation. Why had he gone that far? Why hadn\'t he pulled away? He should be yelling at her, or himself, or he should just let himself sink into the water and never resurface.



A gentle touch pressed into his skin, right above the knuckles. Cold little fingers wrapped around his hands and pulled them away from his face. Motherly, gentle arms grabbed him, and dragged him out of the water, and held him tightly to her. He could smell the sweat on her skin when he buried his nose in the juncture between neck and shoulder. Having her so close only made him want to cry harder.



"Ron...don\'t feel guilty. Please. Please. I don\'t want you to be ashamed, or hurt, or angry. Ron, it\'s not just you. I want you, too. I promise. It\'s been burning in me and driving me mad, I\'ve been so obsessed with you lately. If I held it back a second longer, I would\'ve gone mad! They would\'ve had to send me to Mungo\'s," she laughed.



Her hand stroked his hair and his forehead. Ron sighed, and rolled out of her embrace. He pulled his shorts and trousers back on, and lay down on the ground in a limp fall. It was defeat.



But it was not defeat, at the same time. Half of him was content to beat himself up mentally for the rest of his life, but the rest of him was saying, "Are you listening? Did you hear what she just said? She wants you, too. She feels the same way, and accepts that it is wrong, but she still did that. SHE kissed YOU."



Ron touched his fingers to his lips, remembering. It hadn\'t just been a dream. Ginny was sitting beside him, staring and waiting for some sort of answer.



"Don\'t make me decide," Ron whimpered. "I don\'t know what to do. I\'ve never known what to do! I\'m useless like usual. Whenever a big problem comes up, don\'t go to me, \'cause I can\'t do anything. I should\'ve been strong enough to resist, but I just...I just can\'t. I\'m too tired of trying. I\'m sorry that I made it so obvious to you..." he blushed. "I was trying to hide it."



Ginny laughed and scooted closer to him. She put a hand over his knee and brushed the hair from her face. "You did, Ron. You did until a bit ago when I came and heard you calling out my name..."



Ron jerked his head up and stared at her in horror. "You saw me..." He couldn\'t even finish the sentence. He couldn\'t even gesture \'wank\' with his hand. He could only open his mouth and stare in utter horror.



Now it was Ginny\'s turn to have her face flare as red as a tomato. "Yup. I did. And I was glad that my feelings wouldn\'t have to be awkwardly rejected, because I was just about to come tell you how I felt, or wrangle your true feelings out of you."



Silence. Ron couldn\'t think of what to say. He was embarassed, so embarassed he couldn\'t even work up a reply. But his hands trembled in excitement. This was not just a one-sided thing anymore. They were like partners in crime or something, now. It was awful and wonderful all at once.



"What should we do, Ginny?"



She had had her whole body turned towards him. He had been able to look at her straight in the face. Now she turned her body away from him, and her hand left his knee to cross over her knees instead. He stared at the back of her head.



"I don\'t know about you, Ron, but I\'m going to get in the water."



Ron watched as his lithe sister stood up and stretched. Then she pried the button of her shorts and wiggled her hips until they fell down. He admitted his mouth opened a little in awe as those hips shook back and forth.



The shorts got kicked away, and Ginny was standing before him in her shirt and underwear. Then she was slipping her bra off her body (somehow without revealing anything, how did she do that?!). She laughed as she tossed it in his ogling face, and then jumped into the water with a squeak of surprise.



The water was cold! Ron laughed.



She wore black underwear. It wasn\'t some slinky, scarlet women kind, either. He liked her in it. Like her bra, it accentuated her pale skin. And as he watched her drift back and forth in the little water hole, he thought she reminded him of some kind of water nymph. Her long red hair floated on the surface like a pit of fire, and her blue eyes glowed at him. Then she ducked down underneath.



When she emerged, Ginny slid out of the water and lay down next to him.



"Brr, that water\'s cold," she murmured.



Ron nodded, and then cleared his throat. "I guess I should\'ve told you. Then I could\'ve said \'I told you so.\'"



She giggled, and then scooted closer to him. Her body was wet, and her shirt was a dark blue. Ron jumped a little as the wet body touched him right up against his side. Her toes rubbed against his calves teasingly. She inched an arm around his torso and hugged her body against his warm one. He could feel her breasts pressed up against his ribs, and he gladly let her nestle her head in the crook of his arm.



Time passed, and Ron thought he could lie there forever. Then, after checking that she wasn\'t asleep (for her eyes looked up at the sky), Ron whispered, "Ginny?"



"Yes?"



"I\'m going to kiss you."



Her arm fell away from him and she rolled onto her back. Ron rolled over and put his other arm on the other side of her. Then, on second thought, he moved his leg, too, so that he was straddling her waist. He could feel the wet of her panties soaking into his trousers a bit, because she had gotten sopping wet in her swim.



Ginny was looking radiant. Her eyes glowed in a seeming echo of the twinkling twilight stars. Her skin was pale and soft and wet. Those red lips she licked in a way that made Ron shudder, because it was deliciously sexy. And her long wet hair framed her face in red waves.



"Ginny, have I ever told you, you\'re beautiful?"



A blush across those cheeks rewarded him.



"Kiss me already," she growled, and her cold hand grabbed his shoulder and wrenched him down.



"So impatient!" he huffed, but he was grinning as he said it. He bit back the urge to laugh and leaned in to kiss her.



This time, he made it gentle. This time, it was soft. He pressed his lips to her tenderly, and tickled over them with his tongue. He kissed her softly once, twice, and then the third time he parted her lips with his tongue.



She let out a soft little moan as soon as his tongue was in her mouth, and it made Ron\'s heart thump quickly and eagerly. It made his very blood seem to sing, because it was so exciting. It was exhilirating. He resisted the urge to plunder her mouth, to thrust his tongue. Instead he moved slowly, calmly. He could feel Ginny\'s heart pounding quickly, because his hand was on her wrist and her pulse beat beneath his thumb. Her skin was a little clammy.



The kiss ended, and Ron sat back down next to her. Shyly, he gave her a sidelong glance to judge her reaction.



Ginny giggled, and then said more seriously, "Ron, you\'re perfect. Your kisses can be both tender and passionate. Just what I wanted."



He blushed. She liked his kissing? The hazy joy was interrupted as a loud, angry call struck through the darkness.



"DINNERTIME!"



Oh. Dinner. Right. Ron felt his stomach growl in eagerness.



"Um..." He turned to see Ginny already putting all her clothes back on. He watched as she hooked her bra with a tiny snap, and then smoothed down her shorts with careful hands.



Then she turned around and glared at him. "Hurry up! Mum\'ll kill us if you don\'t!"



He stood there shocked at the sudden change, his shirt hanging limply in his hands. She pushed it over his head, and then smiled.



"I\'ll get you again later, you big dummy."



And then Ginny was gone, flashing through the woods back home. With a yelp, Ron grabbed his things, shoved his shirt on, and followed.



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