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Thursday, January 7th, 2010 05:59 pm
Title: The Problem With Hot Sisters
Pairing: Ron/Seamus
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Ron and Seamus bond after their best mates get distracted by the same obsession.
Word Count: 2,652
Warnings: Unrequited love, slight all-in-good-fun Ginny bashing
Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters herein are the property of J.K. Rowling and Bloomsbury/Scholastic. No copyright infringement is intended. All characters engaging in sexual activity are 16 years or older.
Notes: This was written for [livejournal.com profile] hp_yule_balls , 2009. Thanks to my fantastic beta, [livejournal.com profile] nuclearsugars , and my incredible Brit picker, [livejournal.com profile] emzlovesharry ! You girls are the best!

The Problem With Hot Sisters

Hermione had her nose stuck in a book again. Which was normally fine by Ron, because it kept her from complaining about his lack of focus on his studies. He returned to Hogwarts to complete his education; the least she could do was lay off. What more did she want from him? So, her studious nature never bothered him. But today, he really needed someone to talk to. Not talk, really. He needed someone to whinge to.

Harry, his best mate, was staring down the table at Ginny, muttering under his breath and growling deep in his throat, while Dean, the slick git, had his tongue halfway down Ginny’s throat. At the breakfast table, no less.

The problem wasn’t the snogging. What did Ron care if his sister wanted to be a slag? No, the problem was the sudden fascination his mates had for his sister. She was Ginny. She was a skinny, gingery, freckly tomboy. Ron hated to admit it, but she was essentially a female Ron. And as far as Ron was aware, no one had their tongues down his throat.

Not that he wanted Dean’s tongue down his throat. That’s not what he meant. Nor did he want Harry’s tongue. Well… not while it longed to be in Ginny’s mouth, at least. Not that he’d ever admit that. No. But Ron did feel like he deserved a bit of attention after everything he’d been through. It just wasn’t fair.

Ron huffed and tossed his utensils noisily on his plate and pushed it away, leaning back and crossing his arms.

He suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped as Seamus crossed behind him and dropped into the chair beside him. “It’s never a good sign when Ron Weasley isn’t eating. What’s the trouble, mate?” he asked, piling his plate high with bacon and eggs.

Ron smiled. How could he have forgotten Seamus? He wasn’t alone in this. Seamus was here. While not the best of listeners, admittedly, Seamus usually had the best and most practical advice, and the boys all usually went to him if they had a problem and wanted a straight answer.

“Hey, Seay,” Ron said, smiling for the first time that morning. “It’s nothing, just…” Ron jerked his head in the direction of Dean and Ginny.

Seamus looked down the table with his fork hanging out of his mouth. He pulled it out with a slurp and looked down at his plate, stabbing his food. “Aye, I’ve noticed. It’s pretty disgusting.”

“Exactly. And just look at Harry.”

Seamus leaned around Ron to look at Harry, who was practically preparing to leap across the table. Seamus laughed. “I’m sorry. I know she’s your sister and all, but I just don’t see the appeal, mate.”

Ron sighed in relief. “Me either.”

The next few weeks, Ron spent nearly all of his time with Seamus. It felt good to be around someone that actually paid attention to him. He loved Harry and Hermione dearly, but they were both so busy with their own personal obsessions; Ginny and books.

Seamus was funny and clever and listened to Ron when he spoke. They became partners in classes and had fun instead of taking it seriously. And he didn’t fume like Harry did when he saw Dean. Ron was happy again, and he felt important. Ron wondered why it had taken him so long to spend more time with Seamus.


Hermione was on him for not getting his potions homework in on time, which, Ron argued, was not a big deal because he was one of Slughorn’s golden boys, but Hermione was constantly bringing it up. So Ron decided to sit by the fire in the common room and just finish the damn assignment. Seamus leapt over the back of the couch and bounced in the seat next to Ron.

“Whatcha doin’?”

“Homework. Hermione’s on my arse about it.”

“Blegh,” Seamus said, sticking out his tongue. He cupped his hands behind his head and leaned back against the cushions, looking around at the other Gryffindors in the tower.

Ron smiled, tossed his homework on the table in front of him, swung his legs up on top of it, and leaned back next to Seamus. His eyes fell on Harry, across the room, watching Ginny and Dean. When Ginny leaned in for a kiss, Ron practically saw Harry’s head explode. Ron shook his head.

Seamus was apparently noticing the same thing. “Your mate’s about to Avada Dean. Think we ought to do something?”

“Nah. Let them all kill each other.”

Seamus laughed. He looked over at Ron and cleared his throat. “You know I walked in on Ginny and Dean having sex one time?”

“No no no! I do not want to hear about my sister’s love life!” Ron exclaimed, covering his ears tightly with his hands.

Seamus gripped Ron’s wrists and pulled them away from his ears. “Sorry,” he said, a placating half-smile on his face. “It’s just, I wanted it to be me.”

Ron tensed and sat up straight on the couch, hovering over Seamus. “You told me you weren’t interested in Ginny. No. I cannot have another mate who wants to shag my sister.”

“No, Ron,” Seamus interrupted Ron, placing a hand on his chest and pushing him back. He looked into Ron’s eyes warily. “I meant I wish I had been in Ginny’s place.”

“Oh,” Ron sighed, relieved, and relaxed back against the couch cushions. He wondered why Seamus was staring at him curiously, until Seamus’ words finally sunk in. “Oh!”

“Yeah. So, now that you know, are you going to stop hanging around with me?”

Ron laughed. “As long as you don’t want to shag my sister, we’re great.”

Seamus smiled. “You’re a simple man, Ron Weasley.”

“Fuck you.”

Seamus winked. “Anytime.”

“So, Dean, eh?”

Seamus’ smile dropped off his face. “I know. How stupid is it to fall in love with your best mate?”

Ron glanced quickly over at Harry and said, “Not that stupid.”

Seamus smirked. “Ah, I see.”


“Oh, nothing. It’s only you do understand, don’t you?”

“What are you on about?”

“You’re in love with Harry.”

Ron shoved Seamus. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Sorry to inform you, but you are, mate.”

Ron looked at Harry again. “That’s not it; I just don’t like him looking at Ginny that way. He doesn’t even know I exist any more. Look at him. I could fuck you on this couch right here and he wouldn’t notice.”

Seamus’ eyes widened, and he swallowed audibly. “What?” he squeaked.

Ron winced. “Sorry, bad example.”

Seamus blushed. “Good, because I wouldn’t let you fuck me here.”

He put a hand on Seamus’ shoulder. “I know, mate. It was in bad form. I’m sorry.”

“I would let you fuck me upstairs, though.”

Ron’s hand tightened on Seamus’ shoulder. The mere suggestion had caused Ron’s stomach to jump into his throat and his cock to swell slightly. “What?”

“You heard me.”

“Listen, if this is a joke…”

“Why would you think it was a joke?”

Ron looked away. “Because I’m Ron. Just Ron. No one wants to have sex with me. They all want my sister. For some reason.”

Seamus laughed loudly, causing Ron to look up, offended. “Are you joking, mate? I know so many people that would kill to have sex with you. Just look at Lavender. She’s fucking you with her eyes.”

Ron looked at Lavender, two couches away, who was biting her lip, and staring at him. He shivered and looked away. Seamus continued, “And Harry wants to fuck you, but he’s gotten confused by what’s socially acceptable in the Muggle world and has fixated on Ginny, the female version of you.”

Ron looked into Seamus’ eyes and noted the sincerity there. He gripped Seamus’s arm tight and pulled him up and through the room to the stairs. Once at the top of the stairs and in their bedroom, he swung Seamus around and pushed him against the door. He hesitated for only a second, but seeing the lust in Seamus’ eyes, he leaned down and pressed his lips hard against Seamus’. Their teeth clacked together, and the kiss was frantic and uncoordinated until Seamus wound his arms around Ron’s neck and into his hair and took over the kiss. It became passionate and hot and Ron’s cock responded with alacrity. He moved his body tighter against Seamus, and felt an answering hardness against his upper thigh. They broke apart with the need for oxygen and Ron leaned his forehead against Seamus’, breathing heavily.

“Fuck, that’s good.”

Seamus smiled and pulled Ron’s face back down to his. The kiss was slower and Ron growled as Seamus’ tongue slid softly into his mouth. Seamus used the leverage he had to push off the door and slowly walk Ron back to his bed. Ron toppled onto it when his knees hit the side of the bed. Seamus fell on top of him and paused to catch his breath. He then fished his wand from his pocket and cast a locking charm on the door.

Ron shuffled backwards into the centre of the bed and pulled his shirt off over his head. Seamus followed suit and moved forward, straddling Ron’s hips, and placed his hands on Ron’s belt buckle. He looked up at Ron and said, “Are you sure about this?”

Ron laughed. “Are you serious? You’re a good looking bloke. Wouldn’t mind doing this on a regular basis, actually. But, Seay, just so you know, I don’t really know what I’m doing here.” Ron blushed.

Seamus, leaned down and whispered in Ron’s ear, “Don’t worry. I know exactly what I’m doing.” He pressed a kiss to Ron’s earlobe and tugged it slightly with his teeth, causing Ron’s hips to shoot off the bed and rub against Seamus’.

Seamus groaned and moved his mouth down Ron’s chest. Ron’s breathing intensified as Seamus attacked a nipple. “Fuck. What… ah, what do I do with my hands?”

Seamus looked up and smirked. Taking his tie from the bedside table, he slid over Ron’s body and pushed his arms above his head. “Don’t worry about your hands this first time. Here, this’ll help.” He then tied the tie loosely around Ron’s wrists and bound him to the headboard.

Ron tugged and was satisfied when he discovered he could get out easily if he wanted to. He gasped as his trousers and pants were removed in one swift movement, and the fabric dragged across his erection. He looked down to see Seamus removing his own, and gasped again as Seamus settled back down on his hips and their cocks aligned. Ron’s hips bucked automatically and he closed his eyes at the slid of skin on skin. It felt incredible. He opened to see that Seamus, head thrown back, also had his eyes closed. Seamus slowly opened his eyes and looked down at Ron. Ron smiled and Seamus laughed.

“Shoulda done this earlier, eh?” Seamus asked. He then moved his hips back to lean his head over Ron’s cock and licked a slow stripe up the underside and holding eye contact with Ron, wrapped his lips around the head and sucked it further into his mouth. Ron’s arms flexed in his binds. This was the first thing to ever be wrapped around his cock besides his own fist. It was incredible, and the feeling was so much better than his own hand. Too much better. His orgasm was quickly building as Seamus’ skilful mouth worked him up and down.

He was embarrassed to say so, but he finally had to say, “Stop. Stop, or I’ll come.” It was a lot less embarrassing to say it than to have it happen, he decided. Seamus pulled off and sat back up.

“Would you rather fuck me?”

Ron’s eyebrows shot up. “Fuck, yes.”

Seamus grabbed his wand and conjured some lube into his hand. “Alright?” he asked.

“Yeah.” Ron’s imminent orgasm had eased off. Then Ron watched in amazement as Seamus worked two fingers quickly into his arse, and used the same hand to slick Ron’s cock. Seamus then rose up higher on his knees and, taking Ron’s cock in hand, placed the tip at his entrance and sank down onto it slowly.

Ron worked hard not to thrust his hips up and just bury himself in Seamus. The feeling was unlike anything he’d ever felt before. So hot and tight. Ron thought there was nothing better than wanking. He didn’t know he could be so wrong. He finally felt Seamus’ hips settle on him, and asked, “You okay?”

“Brilliant.” The look on Seamus’ face was of ecstasy. Ron didn’t understand how something so large being thrust in your arse could be feel good, but Seamus’ grunts and moans as he rose up and dropped down on Ron’s cock seemed to prove otherwise. “Ron, fuck me.”

Ron’s hips seemed to have a mind of their own as he thrust up. His cock felt like it was on fire as he slowly increased his speed. Seamus rolled his hips back and yelled, “Fuck, Ron, right there! Fucking harder.”

Ron fiddled with his hands until his wrists were finally free of the restraints, and used his hands to grip Seamus’ hips and help hold him up as he pounded into him as hard as he could. Ron could feel sweat roll down his brow and chest.

With the extra help to hold him up, Seamus was free to grab his cock and stroke it quickly. Ron watched in amazement as Seamus’ legs began to shake, then he felt Seamus tense around him and throw his head back before he saw the come splatter over Ron’s chest and on Seamus’ hand. Ron continued to pound as Seamus’ whole body shuddered above him. Seamus finally slumped forward on Ron, his weight not allowing Ron to move. “Fuck, you’re a natural. I think I’ll keep your cock for as long as I can.”

Ron laughed. “You can’t just hold it hostage in your arse. People will wonder.” He felt Seamus’ chest rumble in laughter. “Come on, Seay! I really need to come.” He felt Seamus ripple his arse around Ron’s cock, and Ron moaned. “You bastard,” Ron growled.

Finally Seamus sat back up and continued riding Ron’s cock until Ron felt his orgasm building and explode out of him. “Merlin, fuck, Seamus!” His orgasm lasted longer and was more intense than any he had ever had by himself.

Seamus rolled off Ron and they laid side by side in silence, catching their breath. Finally Seamus said, “We could just off your sister.”

Ron smiled. “Don’t know how Mum would feel about that. I hate to be grounded in the house. She makes me clean the twins’ bathroom.” He looked over at Seamus. “Dean will come to his senses.”

Seamus shrugged. “I’m okay if he never does. Life is unpredictable. Doesn’t always give us what we want. Tonight, though,” Seamus said, winking, “it gave me the best orgasm of my life.”

Ron blushed. “Me too.”

Just then, Harry burst through the door yelling “Ron!” and stopped dead in his tracks when he saw who was on the bed, naked and covered in come. Both boys sat bolt upright and frantically tried to cover their bits. “Um,” Harry blushed, and slowly backed up to the door. “Sorry, didn’t know I was interrupting. I’ll just, er, go.” He turned to exit, his eyes flickering with something that might have been hurt.

After he left, Seamus turned to Ron, who had his face buried in his hands, and said, “Harry’s damn powerful magic. Did that locking charm even stop him at all?” Seamus smiled as Ron looked up. “Looks like one of us might get what he wants, after all.”

Ron looked into Seamus’ eyes. “I’ve got what I want right here.” Then he pulled Seamus’ smirking lips in for a kiss.

Friday, January 8th, 2010 12:50 am (UTC)
Friday, January 8th, 2010 01:45 am (UTC)
You're welcome! I had so much fun writing this. You gave great prompts. And then it was cool 'cause you friended me!
Friday, January 8th, 2010 03:14 am (UTC)
I liked this. =D
Friday, January 8th, 2010 03:30 am (UTC)
Haha! Thanks! It's high praise that you even read it!
Friday, January 8th, 2010 03:31 am (UTC)
Why, cause it's not H/D? I'll admit, I read very little that isn't, but it looked interesting and as long as Harry and Draco aren't involved I'm all for any other slashy boys having some sex. *g* You did good.
Friday, January 8th, 2010 03:49 pm (UTC)
*blushes* Thanks!
Friday, January 8th, 2010 05:54 am (UTC)
Incase I forgot to tell you earlier--

Friday, January 8th, 2010 03:47 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! Who doesn't want to sleep with Ron?
Friday, January 8th, 2010 06:54 am (UTC)
Damn you, woman. Every post you've made lately has left me incapable of leaving a proper reply. I TOTALLY BLAME YOU FOR ME BEING HORNY ALL THE TIME! FOR MELTING MY BRAIN WITH ALL OF THE WHOAMIGOSOFREAKINHOT!!!
Friday, January 8th, 2010 03:49 pm (UTC)
Haha! It makes me so happy that you feel that way!! I probably owe you money for batteries! :D