Unwilling Allies

A/N: The fun finally begins! Err, well, I wouldn't call it "fun" per se...

Ginny was still cursing herself for being so stupid in class- especially in Snape's class. She was tired, weary, and emotionally exhausted. She didn't want to look over her shoulder or check around corners any more. She was sick of worrying, sick of fearing her own friends, and sick of being at Hogwarts.

Ginny got to the common room late that night; she had wandered the grounds collecting her thoughts and had lost track of time. As she entered the cozy, round room she threw her things on a table and plopped into an overstuffed chair. She was alone, and she sighed as she gazed into the fire. The hot flames crackled and licked at the air, as if trying madly to jump out of the hearth. The warm air made her drowsy and Ginny soon drifted off to sleep.

However, her pleasant dreams were interrupted by a loud explosion; amused laughs followed. She cracked an eye: it was the twins and they were fooling with Fillibuster Fireworks. She groaned, still half asleep.

"Bloo'y 'ell, I'm trying 't sleep here!" Ginny mumbled grumpily at her brothers.

"Really? Blimey, I thought you'd kicked the bucket!" Fred exclaimed, looking surprised.

George nodded, his eyes wide in shock as well.

Ginny snorted. "The love my siblings have for me... honestly..."

"So you're not dead then? Excellent, I was getting worried." Said Fred, a look of relief on his face.

"Uh huh," Ginny replied, yawning widely.

She figured she should head up to her dormitory, and stretched her arms above her head, still yawning.

"Fantastic, we can kill you ourselves, then," George said loudly.

"Er- sorry?" Ginny looked at him, wondering if it was another wisecrack.

"You heard what he said." Fred replied, an evil look on his face.

Ginny raised an eyebrow. Was this a joke? If so, they were definitely holding their own. She looked into both her brothers' eyes and it dawned on her: their minds were being controlled, just as Ron's had been. Eyes wide, she knew she had to get away from them, and fast.

"Crikey! Look at the time!" Ginny said, now fully awake. "I'd better be off, you know. I won't get much sleep as it is..." She had plunged her hand into her robes, searching for her wand. She cursed silently. It was snagged on a thread.
The twins began to corner her, and she was still sitting down.

"Ginny, you might want to co-operate," Fred said, as if their mother.

"W-What? Fred, what're you on about? It's getting late. C'mon, then," Her fingers were frantically pulling at her wand, trying to dislodge it.

By now George had walked behind her chair and stood facing the back, her back to him. It seemed that Fred was going to stay in front, facing her. There was no longer any doubt in Ginny's mind that her brothers were not fooling around.

Very suddenly, and without warning, Fred leaned over and plunged his hand down her robes, retrieving her wand. Ginny cried out and grabbed for it, but George grabbed her shoulders and slammed her roughly back into the chair. Fred pocketed her only weapon, grinning maliciously.

"You won't be needing it, trust me," he quipped.

George smirked, amused by the joke.

"Fred, George, really," Ginny laughed nervously, straining a smile.

First Ron, now her other brothers, who was doing this?

Tears sprung to Ginny's eyes; her poor brothers... they couldn't control the voices. Of all the people to kill her... She looked at Fred, shaking slightly.
"Fred," she whispered, fighting back tears. "Fred, you don't want to kill me. I-I'm your sister, Fed." Ginny looked away, too afraid to wipe the tears from her eyes.

"I-I love you, Fred, you're my brother." She saimostmost inaudibly. "I don't want to die..."

She began to cry silently, her chin to her chest. Ginny's long red hair hung over her face, George's grip still as tight as ever. She finally met Fred's eyes; his expression seemed to have softened and his eyes didn't seem as glazed over. Fred smiled and George's hands lifted from her shoulders. Ginny's spirits lifted ever so slightly; were they really fighting the voices?

Sniffling, Ginny smiled back weakly, her cheeks shining from tears. "Oh Fred- George," She turned to smile at him, as well, "I'm so glad! I knew you'd never hurt me!"

"Ginny... I'm- we're both so sorry," Fred told her tearfully. He leaned down and kissed Ginny's forehead. "I would never want to kill you." He said huskily, "Never."

"Nope," croaked George, still standing behind her, as he patted her shoulders comfortingly.

Things were looking up and Ginny was elated; she was alive. She smiled again, this time out of sheer joy. She had survived.

Ginny was so happy she wasn't paying attention to Fred's expression whatsoever, and the tha that it had changed back to an all too familiar cold stare. Just as his sister was about to leave her seat and get some much-needed sleep, George slammed her back into the chair. Ginny looked at Fred, confused. He grinned wickedly and grabbed her wrists, pushing them against the arm rests. Utterly bewildered and thinking that this couldn't be happening again, Ginny squirmed against both her brothers' grips, her eyes wide in terror once more.

Before her brain could even tell her head to turn away, Fred leaned down and kissed Ginny hard on the mouth, his fingernails digging into her arms. His lips lingered for what seemed like a minute, before slowly parting from hers. Ginny choked, looks of pure hatred, fear and disgust on her face. She sucked in air, her chest heaving, and her eyes stinging with tears. She was utterly speechless.


A/N: See? I told you it's only a teeny bit of incest. Pity, really...