It was the summer break after her nightmarish first year at Hogwarts. But, unfortunately, what should have been a happy and exciting time for her was a source of misery and fear. Every night since she got home from Hogwarts, she woke up screaming in the middle of the night, her memories tormenting her and preventing her from falling back asleep. Even now, in the dead of night, she tossed and turned in her bed, trying to fall back asleep after yet another nightmare.
She knew she was keeping her family up at night. Their tired faces each morning only added to her guilt and depression, but they only had smiles of sympathy and support for her. But the truth was, they couldn’t really sympathize with her. They couldn’t really understand her pain. They weren’t possessed by a Diary Horcrux belonging to the Dark Lord. They weren’t the ones forced to attack their fellow students. They weren’t besieged by nightmares and guilt every night—memories of a young Tom Riddle and what he had done with her body ghosting through her dreams.
A knock sounded on her door, and she slowly sat up, the blankets falling to her waist. She wondered who could be visiting her in the middle of the night like this. “Come in,” she said. Her eyes widened slightly when Percy walked into her darkened room, the dim light from the hallway flooding in before the door shut behind him as the lock clicked.
Percy shuffled across the soft pink carpet and settled beside her on her bed, looking nervously at his lap. “Hey, Ginny. I was…well, um, I was wondering if I could talk to you for a moment.” He whispered.
Confused, Ginny nodded, wondering why it couldn’t wait until morning. “Sure, Percy. What did you need to talk about?” she asked.
Percy fidgeted anxiously on the bed, his hands fumbling awkwardly in his lap as he plucked up his courage to ask what he came here for. “I was wondering, well, you see, Ginny, I was hoping maybe that you would let me kiss you,” Percy said, looking at her with a nervous and pleading expression in his eyes.
Her cheeks flushing and embarrassed, Ginny slowly nodded and leaned forward towards Percy. He wasn’t her favorite brother. He was stiff and bookish, but he was still her brother, and she supposed a kiss wouldn’t do much harm, confused though she was. “I guess so, Percy,” Ginny said, puckering her lips.
Percy shifted awkwardly and became even more nervous, his cheeks red as his hair as he spoke again. “But Ginny. I don’t want to kiss you there. I want to kiss you here,” he said, his hand sliding under her quilt to tease his fingertips across the crotch of her panties.
“O-oh. Well, uh, I….” Ginny started feeling even more embarrassed. “I don’t know.”
“Please, Ginny. You promised.” Percy wheedled, looking at her, still quietly pleading.
“Well, I suppose it’s okay then,” Ginny said, laying back against her pillow.
Percy nodded, seeming more at ease as he pushed her quilt off her legs and tugged her sky-blue panties down her hips and legs before tossing them onto the floor beside her bed. Then, moving down between her legs, he lifted them over his shoulder, and Ginny gasped as she felt Percy’s tongue tease against her soft petals. Her cunny flowered open as Percy’s tongue dived between her lips, feasting on her soft folds before the velvet muscle slipped into her hole, thrusting in and out as she gasped and panted, waves of pleasure coursing through her. Nothing had ever felt this good in her life. The fog caused by her recent nightmare receded, chased away by waves of white-hot euphoria.
When Percy’s tongue began to flick back and forth across a spot at the top of her slit, her vision clouded, her body bucked and trembled as she shook, moans and gasps escaping her lips as she panted heavily before her body peaked. She went taut as a bowstring, fiery hot waves of ecstasy shooting through her. Finally, Percy pulled away, and she slowly came back to herself, breathing heavily as Percy sat perched at the foot of her bed, his cheeks glistening with her juices as he smiled before standing and heading towards her door. He left, and Ginny lay back against her pillow, her eyelids heavy as sleep claimed her. For the first time since she came home, she had a perfect, peaceful night of sleep.
The next morning, Ginny made her way down to breakfast and sat awkwardly at the table. Percy remained aloof as normal, his nose in a book as he nibbled on a piece of toast. “Did you sleep better last night, Ginny dear?” Her mother asked as she loaded sausage and hash browns onto her plate.
“Yes, mum. I slept much easier this time.” Ginny said, suppressing a blush as she stared at her plate.
“That’s wonderful, Ginny. I’m so relieved. Good work, Percy dear.” Molly said, turning back to the stove.
“Thanks, mum,” Percy said, still absorbed in his book as Ginny’s face turned as red as her hair.