What are big brothers for

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Warning: kinda incest, I guess
Note: text between slash indicates thoughts, dreams or daydreaming

What are big brothers for


Chapter three


So the very next day that Fleur had returned from France Bill went to see (see? Is this how they call it now?) her at once. She was still working at Gringott\'s, Bill burst into her of, cl, closed the doors and kissed her savagely.

\"Fleur, I missed you so much!\" he said before he lifted her off ground and laid her on the table.

\"Bill, I neever kneew theet you Engleezmen \'avee zo much passion en you!\" Fleur purred when she wrapped her arms around his neck. Fleur reached up, pulling his head down to meet hers and she leaned towards hiissiissing every inch of his throat. Bill\'s hands were stroking her hair as she dragged his shirt away and then her lips found one of his nipples Bill moaned with pleasure.

Fleur didn\'t seem eager to find why he acted like that and Bill dit bot bother to explain it to her. He just proceeded with kissing and unbuttoning her dress fast. Bill pushed her legs apart and captured Fleur\'s mouth with his own, their tongues struggling. His hands grabbed her hips while Fleur\'s fingers found his crotch and unzipped his jeans to let his aching shaft free.

\"Oh, you needeed moi badleey,\" ched Fed Fleur and ran her fingers up his throbbing shaft. Bill moaned. He needed to bury himself inside of her as soon as possible and as deep as possible. Bill moved down to her breasts, his tongue finding her nipple. Fleur moaned deeply when his teeth closed around it, throwing her head backwards, still stroking his erection.

\"No more teasing... do me,\" Bill heard Ginny whispered her demand. He could hear heat in her voice, his body aching to respond to her words. His tongue entered her sweet mouth. No, this was no dream, it was real. Ginny cried with joy, clinging on to him when he started to massage her inner thighs. Bill lay on top of her soft body, her hand was like fire, stroking his shaft. But it was not enough to feel her touch, he needed to be inside her. Bill removed her hand from his swollen shaft and lifted her a bit so he could place himself nicely between her thighs. Slowly he entered her body and Ginny moved her hips with him, their rhythm echoed by their heartbeats. She clung on to him, their movements becoming faster and faster. With every thrust both were coming closer and closer to the edge. Harder and deeper Bill drove into her soft flesh, feeling Ginny clenching around his shaft. He came panting when the French words \"Oh c\'est maginifique!\" cleared the haze before his eyes and he saw Fleur with her eyes closed and covered with sweat beneath him.

\"Encore! Encore!\"
Few moments later nothing was heard except some thumps, groaning and and.

*****

After that grand day Bill was sleeping and not dreaming (thanks to Merlin) when he was (in his dream) in a dark and cold room with fireplace that gave a scanty light and even scantier warmth. There was a shadow looking through the window that was dark too. No moonlight tonight, Bill thought.

\"Not indeed,\" said the shadow. It\'s voice was smooth and silky yet somewhat predatory.

\"You love your sister, don\'t you?\" The question took Bill by utter surprise.

\"Yes, I do, like any brother does. But why are you asking? Who are you? My conscious...\" Bill was standing on the stone floor and wondering if he was slightly going mad or only experiencing extremely guilt.

\"You would never hurt her. And she loves you back, doesn\'t she. Strong love, but you don\'t love her like sister. You want her. Whole. You fell forbidden love. Craving after your own blood. Impossible love,\" the creature whispered with pain and sadness in its voice.

Bill knew thousand reasons to wake up from this odd dreams but couldn\'t choose just one therefore he kept listening. He felt the pain himself. Being near Ginny, watching her bright eyes, smelling the vanilla scent of her skin yet not being allowed to touch her, to hold her or kiss her. to tell her how much he loves her. They would call him sick, they would call him disturbed. They wouldn\'t understand. Not in a million years.

Maybe put him to St. Mungo\'s hospital or locked in Azkaban. He could imagine the expression of shock and disgust on his mother\'s face, father\'s guilty looks as what he had done wrong that his son has turned into such a monster. And Percy\'s \'see-who\'s-now-their-favourite-son\' look. Charlie would try to find out what made him loose his marbles. The twins would think that this is some kind of sick joke and he didn\'t have a clue what would be Ron\'s reaction like.

And Fleur...he had completely forgotten about his girlfriend. She was young but she kept giving him hints considering engagement and parents meeting. What to tell her? No, he had to control himself and made himself rational again.

\"And vast your life? To live the life you hate but you submit? Questioning yourself what could have been be if you had decided to follow your instinct?\" the shadow mocked Bill.

\"When you fucked sweet dear Fleur on her oak table you were actually making love to Ginny, didn\'t you? You are spent but never satisfied. Can\'t drown you desire in oblivion, it is the essential part of you. Rip Ginny from your soul and you shall stay empty like a dead shell. Existing but staggering not near living.\" The creature was tormenting Bill with true cruel words.

Bill felt dizziness overwhelming him. His thoughts were rushing through him like tide from hell and heaven combined. To have her, to feel her...
\"No, it\'s just temporary, I shall conquer it, I shall!\" cried Bill half mad.
\"I\'m going to have a nervous break down, don\'t I?\" bitter laugh escaped him.

The shadow looked straight into his eyes - it bore the image of Ginny\'s innocent, pale face. With her bright eyes shining like drops of water on the emeralds. He had actually heard her small voice.

\"It do't h't have to be like this, Bill. I love you so much and you love me so much it is killing you. I don\'t want you to suffer. We can be together - there are people who don\'t care who we are and why we are together. We can be part of them. No prejudices, no disgust and misunderstanding, no limits. Just you and me. Please Bill!\" her voice died away and her face had faded into the dark shadow.
\"Yes Bill. Listen to her. We can help you if you join us,\" the shadow whispered to him.

Bill shuddered, the voice was drawing him somewhere to the warm, dark, cosy place. Me and Ginny Bill thought. Me and Ginny...he felt her slender body in his arms, felt her warm lips begging him to hold her more tightly, her moans and silent pleas not to stop although he saw nothing but thin air. Bill closed his eyes.

\"You can have this for ever if you become one of us,\" Ginny\'s voice told him while he felt her nibbling the sensitive skin on his nape.

\"Please Bill,\" her lithe body pressed to hiing ing ing body, feeling every curve of her. \"Do it for us!\"

Suddenly he was standing alone in the dark room. Totally confused and a bit scared he yelled: \"Who are you? Who?\" He knew there was no way that Ginny would be feeling the same way he did. She was pure and innocent. He was damned. And no way that he would hurt her.

\"Who are you?\"

But no one answered. The silence fell hard on his shoulders.

*****

Bill woke up all rugged and tired. He put his bare fen thn the cold floor to chill himself and to slow his racing heartbeat. Bill ruffled his long hair that were splattered around his face and stuck to his damp skin.

\"Are you OK?\" Ginny\'s sleepy face appeared at his door. Bill thought he was dreaming again.

\"Yea, thanks Ginny, I\'m fine. Just a bit exhausted you know. Don\'t you worry, go back to bed!\" his eyes seemed haunted to Ginny. She had a sleepless night again so she heard Bill\'s groans and cries in the stillness of the night. Nightmare, she thought. He asked \"Who are you\". A nightmare no doubt. Too much work mum had said.

\"Mum says you work too much. And I agree with her, gotta get some break, Bill. Working as Auror is way more demanding than cracking spells. But Voldemort won\'t strike so soon, now that the Ministry has information about gathering of his minions. If something was really wrong Harry would send you an owl. You stay at work for too long. Now, stop worrying - I happen to have some sleep potion, I\'ll bring it in a second.\"
Ginny soon came with a glass and small bottle in her hand. \"Here. Drink it!\"

Ginny sat down by her big brother\'s side and gently put her hand on his bare shoulder. He was trembling and his skin was damp. She gave him that little green bottle that was half empty already.

\"Trouble sleeping too?\" Bill smiled at her.

\"Sort of,\" Ginny sighed. She sat down by sid side and leaned to his shoulder. Her touch burned like cold fire, her smooth cheeks caressing his damp skin and her small, full breasts rubbing along his arm. Bill sensed her hardened nipples and gulped. He felt her warm, bare thigh touching his and the images galloped before his eyes.

//How he would smash his lips on her cherry flavour lips, run his fingers lightly up her thigh and captured her pinkish nipples in his hot mouth. Tease her with his wet, rough tongue till she would squirm beneath him begging him for more. Tear that T-shirt off her body and lay her down. Her flushed skin with vanilla scent under his hands, caressing and exploring, marking what belongs to him.

He would just lie between her slender thighs for a long time enjoying the moment before pushing them further apart and position his hardness just at her entrance. Waiting that she would beg him to impale her. Then thrust himself mercilessly deep into her tightness stretching her for the first time. Silken walls clenched around him, squeezing him as he would be pounding into her till he would come in her, pulling her over the edge with him, marking her for ever. Then she would beg him not stop and he would obey her...//

Bill blinked to scare his imagination away. Earth to Bill, he mentally kicked himself as he felt his rigid shaft almost peeking from his boxers.

\"Thanks, Ginny, but go back to bed and catch some sleep. I\'ll be fine.\" Bill broke the warm connection that was between his left arm and her body.

\"You sure?\" Ginny moved away from him, leaving cold place where her body used to be.

\"Sure, I got Mr Sandman here,\" Bill said cheerfully and lifted the bottle like proof in the court.

*****

Someone informed the Ministry that a Death Eater had been seen near the visitor\'s entrance of the Ministry of Magic. Bill and Kingsley had been on duty so they hurried to the point. They had brought brooms because the Death Eater had been spotted on his broom. Which seemed odd to Bill. It was a lot easier to Apparate. And use any other entrance not this particular one. There was no time for wondering why and where, they had to catch that guy.
It was pitch dark therefore they had some problems tracking their prey down.

\"We are too late,\" Kingsley said in his deep voice, hiding the disappointment.

\"Maybe not, if he is on broomstick he didn\'t make it very far,\" Bill looked upthe the sky and searched the horizon.

\"Quick, I see something!\" cried Bill and mounted his broom. They both flew after the Death Eater.

\"What a presumption to go and try a break in through this entrance,\" Kingsley said.

\"You know them - they think no one can hurt then because they have their Lord back. Well, let\'s prove them wrong!\" smirked Bill and speeded up.

They were flying above London roofs and saw lights peeking from the dark like eyes of many dragons watching the match intensely. Who will win? Good guys or bad guy?

The Death Eater was good at flying - he made several sharp turns and loops around cathedral\'s roofs that they almost lost him once.

\"We gotta go faster!\" cried Bill to Kingsley because the wind was swirling around them.

\"I\'ll go faster, you can follow me from a distance. I want to catch that son of a bitch,\" Bill said to his partner.

\"You sound like an American cop,\" smiled Kingsley. \"But no way - we art sut supposed to catch Death Eaters alone.\"

\"Sure, but he is alone and we will lost him,\" Bill yelled back. He wanted this punk in front of them. Flying in dark robes wearing a disguise and thinking so highly of himself. Bill wanted to change that.

As the distance between the Aurors and the Death Eater started slowly to increase Kingsley finally gave in.

\"OK Bill. Go and catch him, I\'ll try to catch you guys soon.\"

Bill nodded his head and sent a dark smile to the tall black wizard.

\"He is ours!\" then Bill shoot as an arrow after his foe.

The night was dark like the Death Eater\'s robe but Bill saw a bit darker spot in front of him flying like a thunder. They had already left the city and were flying above countryside, with old mansions and castles, surrounded by fields, woods and parks beneath them.

\"Hope we won\'t fly all way to Scotland,\" thought Bill when the dark figure suddenly dived and was to land near the waste wood.
Bill followed him quickly touching the ground so fast that he lost his balance and rolled a little. Bill jumped on his feet determined to get this dark wizard. But the Death Eater was running to what looked like driveway to some ancient mansion. Bill left his broom under the trees and ran after his prey. He pulled wand out of his pt, ht, held it tightly in his hand as he raced after the dark figure.
Bill knew that shouting to stop wouldn\'t help a bit so he rather saved his breath for the chase. His heart was pounding hard not only because of the fast race but also because he felt strong desire to nail one of these bastards that dared to haunt his dreams.
Bill was prepared to use his wand in the right moment when his opponent would slow down and become a better target.

Now they were running around the corner of huge old house which had dark windows. The Death Eater suddenly made an abrupt stop in front of glass-house that was lit withnty nty light.

Bill stopped to raise and point his wand toward his foe when the dark wizard laughed at him.

\"You fool! Don\'t you know where you are?\"

\"In the perfect place to catch you,\" Bill retorted. Then he said the spell but before he could aim his wand at the Death Eater something hit him hard and sent him flying to the ground. His bones protested as Bill hit the ground hard. Meanwhile he heard loud crash as his spell missed Death Eater and hit the glass-house instead. It exploded sending sharp edged shreds all over the place like deadly glittering missals.

High pitched scream told Bill that the Death Eater was probably lethally wounded or even killed. Bill was mad at himself although he wasn\'t sure what made him hit the ground. He realised that stinging he felt wasn\'t all due to his fall bec he he felt warm blood (his blood) trickling down his cheek, soaking his shirt. Shreds were tearing his clothes, cutting and slicing his exposed skin.

Bill struggled to get up but his body protested while his vision was getting more and more blurred and covered with blackness.

\"Am I going to faint?\" was Bill shocked. He had never fainted before in his entire life. He could hear some voices while he was already sailing away on the wings of the unconsciousness to the ocean of darkness.

Bill didn\'t feel someone turning his face to the light and examining his wounds and cuts.

\"Is he alive master?\" asked someone with no real interest in his voice.

\"Yes, but he won\'t be long if he keeps bleeding all over our fine lawn,\" retorted dry and cold voice that belonged to the tall man who was observing unconsc Bil Bill.

\"Get him inside, Smith. Put him in my wing and inform the idiots at the Ministry that their employee is soaking my lawn with his blood. I shall help him because I don\'t want hordes of vengeful wizards near my home,\" the tall man with silvery hair straightened himself and turned to his house.

\"What about... the other?\" asked his butler with caution in his otherwise expressionless voice.

\"Leave him where he is. He is dead therefore no use to us nor to them. Hurry now!\" said his master coldly.

*****

Bill was laid on bed in warm room and his shaggy shirt was cut off. His body was still smeared with blood but the bleeding had been stopped successfully. Lucius Malfoy put his wand back in the pocket of his velvet coat he wore at home.
\"He should stick to his petty job of charm-breaker,\" snorted Lucius to himself.

\"Did you contact the Ministry?\" he asked his grim and sever looking butler.

\"I did as you said, master,\" answered the butler and waited.

\"Good. I need no more of your service for tonight, Smith,\" said Lucius without turning to his butler.

\"Very well, master. Good night!\" the butler disappeared from the bedroom.

Lucius stood at the threshold and cast a gl ove over the unconscious body in the bed. Weasley\'s oldest son was sickeningly pale under his otherwise tanned skin, blood still smearing his cheeks, shoulders, deep cut marring his abdomen and ribcage. His breathing was even, his eyelids were moving fast like in intense dream or nightmare.

\"Bloodlose,\" said Lucius dryly. \"But you won\'t die, at least not at this time and in my house, Weasley!\" he closed the door and went through dark corridor.

*****

Author\'s note:
OK, a little twist in the story - Malfoy just waltzed in my fic and refused to leave. And I was nice and let him stay although I have no idea what are his plans. Something evil i guess.

Plus big thanks for reviewing guys.