Familial Obligations

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"You are such an ass, Ronald Weasley!" his sister raged at him. "If she has half a brain in that head of hers, she'll throw that ring down your throat, or better yet, tell you exactly where you can stick it! I can't believe you said that! I thought you loved her!"



"I do! I…I just want to show her..."



"Bull shit! You can show her in ways other than shagging her. You're just horny and don't want to have to wait!"



"Easy for you to say, you're getting some!" he shot at his sister.



"Ron, you're not even making sense now. You know what? She deserves so much better than you," his sister told him. She glanced down to find Hermione's cloak lying in the floor beside Ron's feet. She bent down and picked it up. "You deal with him, I'm likely to kill him if I stay. I'm gonna run to Hermione's and take her cloak back, she may want it tomorrow," she told her boyfriend. He just nodded, wondering what in the world he would do with the drunken man in front of him.



Ginny stomped out of the club, intent on Apparating to Hermione's flat. What she found once outside caused her stomach to drop. There in the alleyway for all to see was her brother, held tightly in the embrace of none other than Hermione Granger. She couldn't believe her eyes. The Bill she knew would never do that to Fleur…or Ron for that matter. And Hermione! How could she do this? Sure, Ron had been a royal git, but jumping his brother to get back at him? That was rather low.



Ginny felt rage boil up inside of her. She turned back towards the club and ran straight into Charlie.



"Whoa! What's wrong with you?" he asked noticing the fury in her face.



Without thinking, she grabbed her brother's arm and pulled him into the alley.



"We're going to Hermione's," she told him.



"What? Why?" he asked, confused.



"We're going to pay our dear friend a surprise," she told him, venom dripping from every word.



Charlie felt the squeeze of Apparition then found himself standing outside of Hermione's flat. He had only been there a handful of times, but recognized it nonetheless.



"Gin, what are we doing here at midnight?" he asked he irate sister.



"Hermione is having an affair with Bill," she blurted out.



Charlie just stared at his sister as if she had grown a second head. "Where in the world would you get a stupid idea like that?" he asked in disbelief.



"I saw them as they left the club. They were all over each other!" she ranted as she made her way up to the door.



"Are you sure about that? Maybe we should calm down instead of running in with wands blazing," he told her, stalling her hand on the door.



"I know what I saw," she seethed, ripping her hand out of his grip to pound on Hermione's door. It took a moment for the door to open. When it did, the two Weasley's were faced with a very disheveled, rosy-faced Hermione.



"Ginny? Charlie? What are you guys doing here?" she asked.



"Are you shagging Bill?" Ginny demanded without preamble. Hermione's face paled. Her eyes guiltily darted between the two siblings. "I knew it! You fucking whore! I defended you!" Ginny raged at her friend.



Hermione looked to be on the verge of tears. "I…" she started.



"Ginny, maybe we should hear what she has to say," Charlie spoke up finally. He turned his gaze to Hermione. "Can we come in and talk?" he asked quietly.



She just nodded, moving away from the door to let them in.



"Is he here?" Ginny demanded.



"No," the brunette whispered. The two Weasley's sat down on her couch, warily watching her.



"Hermione, what's going on?" Charlie asked sensibly, praying there was some reasonable explanation for this whole mess.



He watched her take a deep breath. "It's not what you think," she started but was interrupted by a snort from Ginny. She glared at the younger woman. "It's not."



"So you are sleeping with him?" Charlie asked, disappointment in his voice.



Ginny's eyes blazed. "Fleur is going to…"



"Fleur knows," Hermione cut in.



Neither sibling moved at her words.



"Bill came to me a few days ago with a…request of sorts. He and Fleur want a baby, but because of his Lycantropy and her Veela genes, they can't conceive," she told them.



"So he is trying to get you pregnant instead," Charlie finished, finally catching on.



"Yes, then they will place the fetus into Fleur, allowing her to carry the child and give birth to him or her."



Ginny looked skeptical. "I didn't think they did that anymore."



"It's not common, but it does occur still," Charlie told his sister. "Does Ron know?" he asked.



"No."



Ginny looked uncomfortable at that. "You have to tell him. It's not right."



"Ginny, you know how Ron is, he would never…"



"Hermione, if you are having sex behind his back, that is cheating and…and it's just not right. If your reasons are really honorable then why can't you tell him?"



Hermione didn't have anything to say to that so she just hung her head down. "Ginny, please, I…I will tell Ron, just…not yet."



"If you don't, I will."



"Ginny," Charlie said, a warning in his voice.



"I will tell him, not you! Promise me, you won't say one word," she snarled at the red headed girl.



Ginny looked at Hermione defiantly.



"If Ron finds out about this from you…then Harry might just find out about a certain night between you, Dean and Seamus," Hermione threatened.



Ginny blanched. Charlie's eyes widened.



"You wouldn't dare."



"Watch me."



"We won't say anything," Charlie promised her quietly. Hermione glanced at Charlie and was surprised by his soft expression. His eyes held understanding. He gave her a reassuring smile. "We all have secrets."



She smiled back, nodding her thanks. "Now, if you will excuse me, I have to be up early tomorrow." Ginny and Charlie made their way out of her flat and Apparated back to the alleyway outside the club.



"I can't believe her!" Ginny spluttered as soon as they reappeared in the alley.



"Ginny," Charlie warned her again.



"No, he needs to know. If I can't tell him, then you will," she snapped at her brother.



"No, I will not."



"He has a right to know that his fiancé slept with his brother!"



"He already knows," a voice startled them.



Both Weasley's turned towards the shadows where the voice came from. George stepped out to face his brother and sister.



"What?" Ginny asked. "What do you mean 'He already knows.'? How the hell does he know?"



"She told him," he said simply.



Ginny and Charlie glanced confusedly at each other. "If that's true, then why did she make us swear not to tell?"



George shrugged. "It was only one time, maybe she didn't want it brought up again."



Ginny laughed humorously. "It was definitely not just one time…she was about to do it yet again if we hadn't shown up."



It was George's turn to look confused. "What?"



"Yeah, I don't know what they told you, but it definitely isn't a 'one-time thing'," Ginny told her brother bitingly.



George was starting to look uncomfortable. "What are you guys talking about?" he asked them hesitantly.



"Hermione sleeping with Bill! What did you think we were talking about?" Ginny demanded.



Charlie looked suspiciously at his brother. "What were you talking about?"



George's face flushed red. "Nothing…"



Ginny's eyes bored into her brother's bowed head. "George Gideon Weasley," she said in a perfect imitation of her mother, "what were you talking about."



He just sighed. "I thought you were talking about…who she lost her virginity too."



Ginny's eyes widened yet again. "Exactly how many Weasley's has she slept with!"



"Gin, don't," Charlie spoke quietly.



"It wasn't…" George started.



"Like that. Yeah, I get it," Ginny finished for him.



"Ginny, she was just trying…"



"Trying to help. Yeah, so I've heard. She seems to be in the business of helping out Weasley men," she scoffed.



"It was right after Fred died!" he spat out in anger.



Ginny froze, her face softening.



"I…I just wanted to feel…something, anything. I didn't know she was a virgin. If I had…" George spoke softly, remembering that night as he told his siblings the story.



George sat before the roaring fire in the Gryffindor common room. It was over. The battle was won. Everything everyone had ever wished for. Why then did he feel so empty? Simple: he was missing half of himself. He would never again be complete. His twin, his brother, his friend was gone, lost forever.







George couldn't stand the thought of going up with his brother's to the dorms to sleep. He knew they would want to talk, and that was the last thing he wanted at the moment. His heart was broken and he thought for sure he should be feeling anger, or hurt, or something, but he didn't. Instead he was numb. He felt lost and insecure, wondering why he wasn't lashing out or at least crying. He didn't know what to do with himself.



He continued to stare into the dancing flames as he heard footsteps approaching. He didn't turn as someone sat down next to him. He glanced to his left out of the corner of his eye to find Hermione Granger sitting next to him. She didn't utter a word, a fact he was grateful for. She just leaned her head over on his shoulder and looped her arm through his.



"Why can't I feel?" he asked her brokenly. She looked at him with tears in her eyes.



"You will, just give it time," she whispered before leaning over and kissing him. The kiss started out gentle and innocent, but quickly turned into more. Each poured out their pain and anger into that kiss, deepening it and turning their hurt into arousal. George clung to her shoulders, using her body as an anchor for his soul.



Hermione placed her hands on his shoulders, pushing him back so that he was lying on the rug before the fire. She straddled his waist, never breaking their heated kiss.



He could feel her heat against his quickly growing member. He ran his hands down her sides to rest on her hips. Her hands left his shoulders to travel down his chest. They stopped at the hem of his shirt, grasping it and pulling the whole thing up and over his head, then throwing it somewhere over her shoulder. She stared down at his naked chest for a moment, and then leaned back down, her lips trailing kisses down his neck then across his shoulder. Her lips trailed heat across his chest to his belly button. She paused, her hands hovering over the zip of his trousers where his arousal was very evident.



George grabbed her arms and hauled her back up to claim her lips once again. He flipped them over so that she was trapped beneath him. He ripped her shirt open; afraid he would lose his nerve if he stopped long enough to think about what he was doing. He needed this. He needed to feel. He could tell she understood, that this was her offering to him to help him heal. In thirty seconds flat he had both of them completely nude, his erection standing proud as his eyes took in the beautiful sight before him. His mouth attacked hers again as his tears began to fall. He felt his heart ache. He wanted desperately to stop the feelings that were erupting in him finally as memories of Fred flew around his mind. He needed to push the pain away; he wanted to focus on Hermione and Hermione alone at the moment.



His tears continued to stream down his face as he used his thighs to nudge her legs further apart. He didn't even check to see if she was ready before thrusting roughly into her, filling her to the hilt with one swift motion.



He didn't need her scream of pain to know what he had done. He felt her tear the minute he entered her. He froze, horror washed over him as realization of what he had taken dawned on him. "Oh, gods," he muttered, immediately trying to withdraw.



She wrapped her legs around him, holding him inside of her, not allowing him to pull out. "Don't move," she whispered, a grimace of pain on her face.



"Hermione, I…I am so sorry," he whispered brokenly, his chest heaving as he fought the urge to sob.



"Shh…it's okay, George. I wanted this, you needed this. Go ahead, move," she told him quietly, her hands on his hips urging him to move against her.



He carefully pulled out of her and entered again, this time very slowly and gently. She was so tight. Her hot walls caressed his aching erection as he moved within her.



"George," she whispered, her voice tinged with pain. He stopped immediately.



"I'm hurting you," he stated.



"No, don't stop," she pleaded with him.



He began to move again, kissing her neck, his hands ghosting across her body. Her hot, wet heat was almost too much for him. He knew he wouldn't last. He felt her sigh against his chest as her walls clenched against him. He gasped, forcing his body not to betray him. He wanted her to enjoy this; he wanted to give her something besides pain. After what she had given to him, she deserved some amount of enjoyment!



She was moaning in pleasure now, her hips rising to meet his. He knew he wouldn't last. One final thrust brought him over the edge, spilling his seed deep into her.



"I'm sorry," he murmured as the tears came again.



"Shh…George, it's okay," she assured him.



He gently pulled out of her, watching her grimace in pain. He looked down at the blood on the rug from her deflowering.



"Hermione," he started.



"George, don't," she commanded quietly.



He carefully scooped her up into his arms.



"What are you doing?" she asked.



He didn't answer, just carried her up the stairs to the boys bathroom. He turned the water on as hot as bearable and stepped under the spray with her. He carefully cleaned her, being as gentle as he could, silently crying the entire time.



When they were both clean and dry, he handed her her clothes, dressing himself while she put her clothes on. Once they were dressed again, he carried her over to the couch by the fire. There they lay in each other's arms until the first light of the new day.







"I swear, I didn't know, and I beat myself up over it for awhile, but in the end, I finally realized she didn't hate me, that she knew exactly what she had given, and then I was able to accept the precious gift she had given me," he finished quietly, glancing up at his brother and sister.



"George…I…I didn't know. I'm sorry," Ginny whispered, her head hung in shame.



"Yes, well, maybe you should think before you go and accuse Hermione of being a whore!" he said bitingly. "It's late, I'm heading out. Charlie? Will I see you back at the flat?"



"Yeah, just give me a minute."



George nodded before turning on the spot and disappearing.



Charlie turned to his sister. "It's not our place. Promise me you won't say a word to anyone."



"I promise, Charlie," she whispered.



He gave his sister a quick hug before Disapparating away.



Charlie appeared outside of his and George's flat. He opened the door to find his brother waiting for him on the couch. He walked over and sat beside the quiet man.



"Are you okay?" he asked hesitantly.



"Yeah, I just…I haven't thought about that night in a while. I was in a scary place that night and…well, I don't really like to remember being there," he explained.



"Hey, it's okay. That might have been a scary place, but you came back, that's what's important," Charlie told his brother.



"Thanks. So, tell me, Bill and Hermione? Do I want to know?" George asked, changing the subject.



Charlie chuckled. "It's not as bad as it seems. Bill and Fleur can't have a baby, so, well, Hermione is helping out."



"Ah. Hermione should just open a business. 'Free Help for all Weasleys'."



"That's a disturbing thought, George."



Both brothers started laughing. Charlie turned to his younger brother. "Are you going to be okay?"



"Yeah, I'll be fine. You go on to bed, I'm just going to sit up for a little bit, I'll see you tomorrow."



Charlie leaned over and enveloped his brother in a hug before heading off to his bedroom.



Hermione paced her bedroom. How could they have been so careless? Couldn't they have waited until they were out of site before throwing themselves at each other? She knew she only had herself to blame. She just couldn't keep her hands off of him! He was an addiction. Her body yearned for him, her heart ached for him. This was not healthy, she kept telling her self to let go, that it was only sex, but her heart didn't want to believe her. She had always admired Bill Weasley. Since she was fourteen she had had a crush on him. He was handsome and smart. He led a daring life, yet he wasn't reckless. He had been Head Boy, had gotten twelve O., he was…perfect. Well, not perfect, but pretty damn close in her mind. Never mind the fact that he was eight years older than her.



She would never have admitted that in sixth year it was jealousy that made her have horrid thoughts about the beautiful part-Veela, jealousy that she had captured Bill's heart when it should have been Hermione's.



Yes, Fleur had won in the end, and Hermione needed to accept that. She wore his ring on her finger and she would be the mother of his child. He had made his choice, now she just had to learn to live with it and find a way to sleep with him and not lose her heart in the process.



Bill walked into his bedroom. His wife was lying between the sheets, her bare shoulders visible in the soft moonlight. He slowly took off his clothes, leaving only his boxers, his erection throbbing painfully from his unfinished business with Hermione. He climbed into his bed, careful not to disturb the sleeping Fleur. He slipped his boxers down his hips, freeing his throbbing member. One hand gripped his swollen manhood, gently stroking himself, picturing another slender hand doing the stroking.



He felt the bed shift then a warm mouth replaced his hand. He gasped as a hot tongue licked his weeping head, savoring the drops of pre-cum that had gathered there before taking the entire length into her mouth. A slim hand caressed his balls while the mouth stroked his pulsing shaft. He felt his orgasm start deep in his stomach, moving slowly outward. She took his entire length again, his head hitting the back of her throat. He felt his balls tighten before his seed exploded into her waiting mouth.



"Hermione!" he gasped as the waves of pleasure washed over him. The hand that had been caressing his balls tightened painfully. His eyes flew open to meet the angry blue eyes of his wife.