Part 4 - Sibling Love

By Passo


< Excerpts from a pile of letters >

Dear Ginny,

How’s my pretty little girl? I’m glad that Ron’s quite settled in Hogwarts. It’s wonderful that he’s made friends with Harry Potter. Really, I must meet that boy some time.

I’m alive and well here in Egypt. I think. I know you always tease me about being a ladies’ man. Certainly, my equally ravishing sis, I enjoyed the attention. But lately, things don’t seem to be going well. I’ve been dumped twice and broke three relationships off myself. Now, if only I could say that it was all their fault. But no, I know (unfortunately) that the blame lies on me entirely. Somehow, there was always something missing… I feel alone even with them.

Hah! Listen to me laying all my troubles on my sweet sister. You’re turning eleven soon. In a few months, off to Hogwarts you go. I’ve purchased a little gift for you. You’ll receive it soon. Hope you’ll love it.

I’m miserable, my dear. I think I miss you, Mom, Dad, and the boys more than I thought. But don’t worry. It’s only been six months. I’ll adjust.

Don’t lose your innocence my love.

With lots of kisses,



Dearest Bill,

Thank you so much for your concern. The basilisk is dead and gone now, thanks to Harry. He and Ron rescued me. They are soooo great!

I thought I would never get out of that prison. I’m quite thankful to be alive now. A little battered, but at least alive. I haven’t felt this good in months. Of course, that huge package of pyramid-shaped candies certainly helped.

I want you to stop worrying. I’m definitely out of danger. Hogwarts is really a wonderful place and I’ve already learned to love it. No wonder you were so happy here. The Gryffindors have become my second family.

No need to get jealous there, my dear brother. I assure you that no matter where I go, you will never be afar from my thoughts.



P.S. I still wear that scarab necklace you gave me last year everyday. It’s so fabulous-looking and I’m quite the envy of the girls. By the way, they’re dying to meet you after I told them all about my gorgeous older brother.


Dear Ginny,

You are turning thirteen! How fast time flies. I’m quite old now, no longer a teenager. But twenty feels so much cooler.

I have good news. This summer, I’m delivering your present myself. Yup! You heard right! I’m finally going for a visit. I wrangled the vacation from my bosses. I swear, goblins are such workaholics. Don’t get me wrong, I adore my work. I just need a well-deserved break.

And, guess what? Charlie will be coming, too! I can’t wait to see that paragon of virtue again. I miss you, the boys, the folks, and the Burrow. Of course, the fact that we’re watching the World Quidditch Cup is a major plus.

I can’t wait to see you all. Relay my love to everyone.

Your devoted brother,


P.S. I look a little different. You might be surprised

<End of excerpts>


It was just after the Quidditch World Championships. The Weasleys, plus Harry and Hermione, were enjoying a good night’s rest. Except for two people.

Ginny softly crept out of bed and tiptoed to the hallway, taking care not to wake Hermione. She hurried to the opposite door and knocked softly.

“Who is it?”


“Come in.”

She closed the door softly behind her and faced her brother. Bill certainly filled out. Her older brother was gorgeous. A little dangerous-looking with all that long wicked red hair. Ginny walked to the bed and curled up beside Bill, just as she used to do years ago.

He chuckled. “You’ve certainly grown. You don’t fit so snugly onto my chest anymore.”

“I think I fit in just fine.” She breathed into his shoulders, letting the calm sweep through her. None of her other brothers ever made her feel as peaceful as Bill did. She secretly admitted to herself that she might love this brother, if not more, then a little differently among the others.

Bill put his hand on Ginny’s hair and caressed her there. Her hair was long, straight, and red, like his. Only, hers was lighter, with golden tints. His was deeper, almost crimson. He kissed her forehead and inhaled her scent. She didn’t smell like a child any more. She smelled older, different. More worldly. It made him feel a little sad.


“Hmmm?” He stroked her hair.

“I broke up with Justin. Remember him? The one who got frozen by that giant snake last year?”

“Yes. How could I forget.” Stroke. Her hair was so soft. “Why did you do that?”

“I kissed him and I felt nothing.” She lifted her head and stared into his eyes. Her hazel-brown eyes were sad. “I’m sorry. I know I’m too young to have a boyfriend and but I was just wondering how it felt like. Besides, I thought I cared for Justin. He seemed a little lost.”

“Honey, you can’t rescue people by trying to love each and everyone of them.”

“Hmmm.” Breathe. “You think I’m too young?”

“No. Definitely not. I had a girlfriend when I was your age. Just remember your limits.” The brotherly advice slipped out automatically. But the question bothered him. Was Ginny still his baby?

Suddenly, he became aware of the rise and fall of her chest as her young breasts pushed at his naked chest with every breath. The thin flannel nightgown hardly hid the young body that had started to find its curves. Her waist beneath his hand was slimmer, curving into lush hips. Her legs were a lot longer too. Long, lean, and sexy. God! Did he just think that?

He cleared his throat. “Um, Gin, I think you should get back to your bed. You need your sleep.”

She sat up and looked at him, pouting a little. “But I like staying with you. Can’t I sleep here tonight?”

She even looked different. Her face lost the cherubic charm of childhood. She looked like a lady. A wanton one, sitting on his bed with the skimpy nightgown and long red hair down her back.

“You can’t. We’re… a little older now. It would look… improper.” He swallowed thickly. What was wrong with him?!?

She sighed and pressed her forehead to his, kissing him softly on the lips.

“Sometimes, I wish you weren’t my brother.”

His heart stopped. Melted. Slid across the floor to oblivion. The confusion cleared.

He put his arms around her tightly. Sweet silence. Soft heartbeats.

“Gin, can I… can I kiss you?”

She stared at him. Hazel to hazel. Smiled.

“You never needed permission before.”

He smiled. “This is going to be a little different.”

He gently kissed the full, young lips. They were sweet, just as he thought. He held her to him tight. She was his treasure. The one thing he loved most in the world. He couldn’t afford to lose her now. Not after today.



“Right now, I wish you weren’t my sister. But then, if you weren’t, I wouldn’t love you this much.”

She bumped his nose tenderly, smiling. “Do you care? About what they’ll think?”

“Not really. It doesn’t matter.”

“I’ve always loved you, Bill.”



“It’s cold. Keep me warm.”

“Teach me how.”

His hand slid down her back. It was to be her first lesson. She adored this man and knew that she would gladly spend her whole life keeping him warm. Who cared about rules?

<End of flashback>

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