Self-aware

(Author\'s notes - you know the drill kids, I own nothing and make no money for this. Ginny/Percy is one of my favorite pairings, so expect to see lots more of it from me soon! Obviously, this one is rated NC-17 for incest, het smut and mild swearing. Enjoy, and reviews make me love you long time.)

\"Percy?\"

Percy glanced up from where he was writing notes at his desk, and for some reason his breath caught in his throat. It was utterly stupid – it wasn’t as if he’d never seen Ginny before. She was his bloody sister, for Merlin’s sake. But never before had he seen her like this - standing there in the doorway of his office with her small, slender hands twisting the hem of her loose white turtleneck. Her head was tilted to one side slightly as she looked away from him, her thick, vividly red hair covering the side of her face that was facing him as if she were unconsciously trying to protect herself from his supposed indignation.

\"Ginny?\"

\"Hi,\" she said quietly, finally looking up at him. It was late – he’d been working late for the past hour or so, and there was no one left in the Office of Magical Cooperation save for him. Technically, this wasn’t his department anymore, as he’d been promoted to the Minister’s person assistant, but from time to time he still came down here to fix whatever mistake the fuck-up they’d gotten to replace him had made that week. The lights in the hallway outside his office door had been turned off, and Ginny’s freckles were still visible in the dim light. She watched him with wide, serious blue eyes and suddenly he didn’t have the heart to tell her to leave.

\"Hi.\"

\"Could I?\"

\"Come in?\"

\"Yeah. Thanks,\" she said, and stepped into his office before he could protest that he’d been tricked. She was wearing that turtleneck, that soft white turtleneck that he’d once pressed his face against. It had been when she was leaving for Hogwarts in her third year (he still couldn’t believe she had it, but then, it had been huge on her even back then), and she’d hugged him before she’d gotten on the train. Even back then, the scent of her had made him dizzy. He’d had to go and lie on his bed for an hour when they got home, his breathing labored and hungry.

And now, here she was. Standing there in front of him as if she didn’t still have this effect on him.

He took a deep breath. \"What do you want, Ginny?\"

She gave him a sad smile. \"This is where I feed you a line about how it can’t possibly be a bad thing for a sister to come visit her brother at work, right? But you and I both know that this isn’t the norm, so I won’t even bother.\"

\"Thank you.\"

\"So, uh...I came to talk to you.\"

Percy didn’t look up from his paperwork, and Ginny shivered a little at the way the glasses glinted in the dim light of his office. Her brother was crisp and professional, prissy and temperamental and beautiful like this, his thick red hair cut short again and his freckles barely visible. It would have been a lie to say that she hadn’t noticed how handsome he’d grown to be, beaky nose and all. He moved with a brisk sort of authority, and spoke with a deep, strong voice that made her knees weak. Ever since he’d left home – where he’d had to put up with ridicule and cruelty just because he wasn’t ‘funny’ enough for the rest of the family – his whole demeanor had changed. Percy was in charge now, here in his element. And it was sexy.

\"About what, Ginny?\"

She stepped further into the room. \"Nothing, really. I just want us to be talking, is all. You never owled me.\"

\"Well Ginny, what was I supposed to say?\" Percy said, finally looking up from his paperwork to level her with an eye-to-eye stare, dark brown meeting her pale blue. \"Hullo Gin, I’d ask how the bloody family is doing, but they’re all idiots now.\"

Slowly, she nodded. \"You’re right, I’m sorry. I suppose I can’t blame you for that. But...you could have asked me to visit. I would have come.\"

\"Oh, because your flinging parsnips at me like a bloody child the first time I saw you after I left was such an indication of that,\" he shot right back at her, and she cringed inwardly.

\"Okay. I deserved that. I acted like an immature brat, and I’m sorry. But damn it, Percy! You’re not the only one who’s hurt here, you know! Don’t you think I missed you? Don’t you think it was hard on me, having my big brother just leave me because of some stupid fight with our father?\"

\"That’s awfully selfish of you, Ginny. You expected me to stay, and just put up with all of their bullshit, just so that you could be happy?\" he looked surprised at himself, as much as she was. Percy never swore.

\"Selfish?\" her voice rose a pitch in her passion, her fists clenching at her sides. \"Don’t you talk to me about selfish, Percy! Did you even take my feelings into consideration when you decided to just up and leave? We were always closer than the rest, you know that! You always tried to set a good example for me, to watch out for me.\"

Percy’s voice, in contrast, dropped as he spoke. \"And did you ever tell me that you appreciated that, Ginny? How many times did you ever say, ‘I love you, Percy’, or even, ‘thanks for helping me with my homework Percy, you’re always here when I need you’? Very rarely, Ginny, I’ll answer that question for you. You were always too busy trying to fit in with the rest of them, laughing at the twins’ jokes and siding with them and Ron whenever they decided to try and torment me. Can you really blame me for having a few fucking hurt feelings?! I bloody loved you, Ginny! Out of all of them, I always loved you the most! And you didn’t even care, you didn’t even care!\"

\"That’s not fair, Percy...\" she started, and then froze, horrified at the fact that Percy had jumped to his feet to yell at her, and was now crying openly. He didn’t even seem to realize it in his anger, the hot tears dripping down his cheeks as he glared at her.

\"Oh...Oh, Percy,\" Ginny whispered, reaching out to touch his damp cheek, feeling her own tears rise. \"When did things get so bad between us? I love you. I always have. I’m sorry if I made you feel like I wasn’t on your side.\"

\"There’s no making up for it now, Ginny,” he started weakly, catching himself before he tilted his head into her touch, feeling his chest ache. “But…but we could start over.\"

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and a flutter of hope happening inside of her. \"Really?\"

He nodded, turning his head away from her. \"I’m going home for the night, and you’re coming with me. I’m not letting you go home by yourself at this hour. Come on, hold on to me. I’ll apparate us, and we can talk more when we’re at my flat.\"

She stepped forward a bit more, knowing that all she really had to do was hold his hand or something, but she wrapped her arms around his waist instead. She could feel his sigh against her cheek as she pressed her face against his chest, and a moment later they were whirling around together and her head was spinning – mainly because she could smell the coffee and new paper in his sweater and it was making her legs tremble.

When they were finally standing in the living room of his flat in London, she took a moment to catch her breath and looked around. It was very tidy, which she had of course expected, and done all in shades of brown and gold and beige, which she hadn’t expected. It was...classy. Adult.

There was a small, dark brown couch upholstered with a thick chocolate-colored plush material of some kind, so soft when she pressed her freckled hand to it that she sighed a little. There was his cream-colored desk and chair, the neat little fridge in the kitchen along with the mahogany dinner table and gold napkins…it was all so coordinated and lovely to look at that she smiled up at him.

\"It’s beautiful, Percy. Really.\"

He smiled faintly back at her, and it was only now that she realized how much taller than her he was. He’d always been the tallest in the family, towering over even Bill.

\"I’m going to go change, help yourself to anything in the fridge. Oh, and I’ll bring some clothes out for you to sleep in, as well,\" he said, before turning to head into his bedroom. She was curious about what it looked like in there, but decided to just go and make them some tea before she started asking questions. By the time he came back, he was in a pair of dark blue sweatpants and a snug white t-shirt that had her breath catching in her throat. He was carrying a pair of newly-washed boxer shorts and a t-shirt that nearly went down to her knees for her, shrugging apologetically. \"I’m doing laundry tomorrow, and all of Penny’s things need to be washed.\"

Ginny felt a slight stab of jealousy for reasons she couldn’t quite place, hearing him talk about his old girlfriend. \"Are you still seeing her, then?\"

Percy shook his head with another shrug. \"No, we broke up two months ago. She left a few of her things here, though, and considering the nature of our separation I don’t really feel any need to return them to her.\"

Slowly, a grin spread across her face. \"So she was a bitch, huh?\"

\"Oh,\" Percy shook his head, laughing a little. \"Not at all. We just...grew apart. Very loudly.\"

She gestured toward the steaming pot of tea on his kitchen table. \"I made us tea.\"

\"Thank you,\" he said evenly, walking forward and picking up his teacup to take a sip and carrying it back over to the couch. Sitting down, he gestured for her to do the same, which she did. It was then that the moment froze for them, and neither was entirely sure of what to say. They hadn’t done this in years.

\"Percy...\" she started, and stopped when he looked over at her.

\"Yes?\"

\"I never stopped loving you, you know. Even when you were being a pompous prat.\"

He smiled faintly. \"And I never stopped loving you, even when you were being a spoiled little bitch.\"

\"I suppose I do have a lot to make up for.\"

\"Don’t worry. It’s not nearly as much as the twins do.\"

\"Do you think you’ll ever love them, Percy?\"

\"I don’t know. Probably not.\"

Ginny leaned over to rest her head against her brother’s bony shoulder, in love with the way his arm slid so naturally around her. He was warm and lovely here on this couch.

\"I used to think about you all the time, you know. Up in the attic, when the summer days got to be too hot to go outside – I would go up there and read my storybooks and think about you. In my story, you were always the prince. So brave and responsible, so smart and protective. You would take care of me in those stories of mine.\"

\"I took care of you in the real world, too. You just didn’t see it,\" he said quietly, pressing his face into her thick red hair, breathing in the scent of the apple shampoo she used.

\"I did, though,\" she responded, looking up at him. \"Ron told me about how you threatened to write home to Mum if he upset me anymore, and I remember how you sat with me in my second year – you sat with me all day because I was upset over Mrs. Norris, even though you had work to be doing. I remember how you used to help me with my homework, how you would always give me advice. I also remember how I used to watch you while you read in the living room, with your long legs crossed and the sunlight filtering in through the window and glinting off of your beautiful hair. I remember how by the time I was twelve, I had started to shiver whenever your hand brushed mine, how I would think about you at night when I touched...\"

\"Ginny,\" Percy said, a little breathless. She was aware of how erratically his chest was rising and falling, and she put a slender hand against where his heart was. It was pounding.

\"I love you, Percy. I’ve loved you since I was twelve years old. I love you for all your stubbornness, and all your bravery and intellect and take-no-shit attitude, I love you for your ambition and the way you never let us bully you without cussing us out. I love you for your curly red hair and your glasses and the way your voice can make me wet just hearing it...\"

He groaned then, reaching up to put one trembling hand on the back of her head, his fingers wrapping themselves in her thick curls, and pulled her toward him. \"Ginny,\" he said hoarsely, just before slamming his lips against hers in a frantic, desperate kiss that wrenched an almost anguished cry from her throat. She’d been aching for so long.

His mouth was hot as he kissed her, his lips damp and moving against hers in a more intimate way than she’d ever thought a kiss could be. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, tasting the inside of his mouth and whimpering into it, sliding her tongue along his in a wet stroke that made them both shiver at the same time. They indulged themselves for a while in their hot, open-mouthed kisses as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to lie underneath him, arching her hips against his. He was already so hard, his erection pressing into her thigh, and it made her keen like a whimpering animal.

\"I used to watch you,\" he choked out, his voice thick and husky as he paused to hold her against his chest and lie on top of her, \"When you were outside running around, the sun lighting up your hair. I would watch you and you were so bloody beautiful...I wanted to count your freckles and run my hands down your bare stomach and feel you shiver for me, just as you are now.\"

Ginny laughed recklessly, aware now that this ache of hers hadn’t been a lone one, and pulled him down for another kiss. \"Oh God, hurry,\" she managed as soon as he’d left her dizzy with his mouth.

It was then that he seemed to realize that they were both dressed, and there was a frenzy of flying clothing and buttons popping for a few moments, him kissing every inch of freckled skin that he exposed and her sighing deeply at the sight of her brother’s body. He was long and scrawny and gorgeous, as covered in freckles as she was, a smattering of ginger hair across his pale chest. There was more of a manliness to the way he was built now though, despite how skinny he still was. There was definition in those slender arms, a touch of muscle to his chest and stomach. He was beautiful, and his glasses had broken when they’d hit the floor.

For his part, Percy had nearly come undone at how Ginny looked. Her long, thin legs were clamped together, as if she was shy, and her lion’s mane of hair was spread out like a crimson wave across his pillow. Her breasts were small, just a handful each, and her nipples were peaked and rosy. He dipped his head to lap rather tenderly at one, which made her cry out and dig her fingernails into his scalp. He suckled at her for a bit, one hand slipping down to gently tease her thighs open. His beautiful, perfect sister was here for him.

She was soaked when he finally managed to slip a finger inside of her, as hot and wet as anything he’d ever felt. She pulsed around him and writhed helplessly when he pumped his finger in and out of her while stroking her throbbing clitoris with his thumb, a trick he’d learned with Penny. It wasn’t long before she was sobbing and wailing in a steady stream, and finally her entire body arched off the couch and locked up, a shriek tearing itself from her as she tightened and came in a wet give around two of his fingers.

\"Percy, Percy, Percy,\" she gasped, tears running down her face as she wrapped limp, trembling arms around him again and clutched him close to her breasts. He cupped one in his hand and listened to her sigh deeply, nestling his head against her bare skin and breathing in her scent.

\"I love you, Ginny.\"

\"I know. Please, Percy.\"

He knew exactly what she needed, and he wasn’t exactly complaining about it – after feeling her come around his fingers, his erection was as hard as a rock and pulsing helplessly against her leg, leaking precome. He had enough presence of mind however, to grab his wand from the coffee table and cast a quick anti-pregnancy spell over Ginny before proceeding. As soon as he was done however, he slid a finger along the inside of her right knee and watched her thighs fall open for him, nearly dying. He couldn’t wait anymore, but as he eased himself into her, he struggled to be as gentle as possible. She cried out at first, her pained shriek almost causing him to pull out, but she put a hand against the small of his back and shook her head.

\"Just give me...give me a second,\" she hissed through gritted teeth, and he nodded and kept still despite the fact that his skin was on fire and his cock was about to explode. When she finally nodded, he pushed forward and felt the thin membrane holding him back tear (which made her cry out again), and then that was it. She held him inside of her for a long time before shifting experimentally and whimpering at the sudden burst of pleasure through the burning ache, and he started to move. She was mind-blowingly tight around him, so slick and hot that he thought he was going to pass out. He didn’t though, and continued to thrust as gently as he could.

It didn’t take much before she had latched her lips onto his long, slender neck and was sucking a deep hickey there, and he tensed up and came inside of her. The hot rush of wet that she felt made her let out a choked sob, and she came a second time, albeit weakly. He’d filled her up so beautifully, she’d felt so full. And when he pulled out of her so slowly that she thought she’d die, she made a weak, aching sound in the back of her throat and clung to him.

\"Shhh,\" he said, lifting her into his arms and carrying his sister into his bedroom to lay her down on his soft blue comforter. She shifted a little, loving the feel of her own bare skin against her brother’s bed, and by the time he came back from the bathroom with a damp washcloth to clean her up a little, she was fast asleep. So he did it gently, running the washcloth around the insides of her thighs and finally collapsing next to her to spoon against her, as naked as she was. It had been a surreal night.

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\"Mmm. Morning,\" Ginny rolled over, prying her eyes open and snuggling against Percy, who looked over at her. He’d been awake for a while now, stroking her hair and marveling at what had happened between them.

\"Morning, love.\"

\"What’s for breakfast? I’m bloody hungry.\"

He laughed, rolling over to sit on the edge of the bed and smiling when he felt her soft hand stroking his bare back. \"Anything you want. I’ve got to be at work in an hour, though.\"

She pouted. \"Can’t you skive off today? I want to spend time with you.\"

He raised an eyebrow. \"Ginny, it’s me.\"

She laughed too, managing to do it while still pouting. \"I should have guessed. When will you be home?\"

He stood up, not caring about how very naked he was at the moment, in a kind of reckless abandon that wasn’t characteristic of him at all. He’d always made sure to pull on his pajamas after he and Penelope had sex, rather than to just fall asleep naked beside her. \"Probably around six, if I don’t have to work late. I probably won’t tonight.\"

\"Oh,\" she was upset, and he could hear it in her voice, and so he turned to smile down at her.

\"I’m going to go take a shower. Come with?\"

She perked up a little, nodding and hopping out of bed to follow him into his meticulously-neat bathroom. They showered together that morning, laughing and washing each other’s hair, and it occurred to her that she’d spent an incredible amount of time missing out on an amazing person. Percy did have a sense of humor, contrary to popular belief – he would flick her nose with his forefinger and tickle her wet skin and he kissed her against the tiled wall while the hot water beat down on them as if there wouldn’t be another chance to. Their skin was slick and hot and wet, and they came very close to having sex again, in the shower. But then Percy realized how long they’d taken, and so to Ginny’s dismay he jumped out and rushed to get dressed.

She waited for him all day, but it was all right because there were muffins in his flat and plenty of books to read. And she knew that when he came home, they were going to talk about things and change their lives forever. For the first time in her life, she was looking forward to it.