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Ginny's Secret

                "Why are we doing this again?" Ginny asked him as she followed him to the shed.

                "I am checking the legality of the spells our father has placed on this thing—which is a violation of Ministry code in and of itself."

                "You should cast something to hide yourself, so you won't be heard making noise," she said wisely.

                He stared at her for a moment, wondering why he hadn't even thought of that, creating a nice Silencing Charm. "I promise I'll just check it. You don't have to hover about like that."

                "I'm not hovering, I'm watching," she insisted, sitting on an old, broken-down fan a couple of feet away.

                "Just stay out of my way, alright?"

                She nodded.

                At one point when he was leaning in the back window, which he had opened with a flick of his wand, his glasses slid off his face. He sighed, opening the door.

                "It's not really all that scary," said Ginny. She stepped forward, but Percy scowled at her. "No, it's really not," she said, waiting until Percy was leaning in to push him, snapping the door shut behind him with a giggle. He made to push himself off the seat when the car revved and a seat belt snaked itself around him. The doors locked, the window rolled up, and Ginny shrieked.

                Ginny took a step back, and then a few more. "Percy?" she called.

                He took a few calming breaths. "I'm going to try to get out," he murmured, but Ginny couldn't hear him properly. After some fumbling, he unsnapped the seat belt, reaching down on the floor to find his glasses, but inhibited when one of the other belts snaked around him. The lap belt from the middle seat in the back drew back and, with a frightening whistle, it brought itself down hard upon his backside. He let out a strangled gurgling noise in pain and surprise.

                "Perce?" Ginny grasped the handle, pulling at it, but she couldn't get inside. "Percy?" She watched in an odd fascination as the car began to beat him even more, thankful his thighs and backside were covered by his robe. The metal of the buckle's latch plate struck with a vengeance as the strap whipped and coiled. "Should I . . . get someone?" She bit her lip.

                Blast his naïve father for adding in special features like a set of seat belts or a sunroof, Percy thought, and then could have cried as he finally had the solution. It was so simple! The sunroof! Percy gritted his teeth, undoing the seat belt trapping him, and pulling away from the one assaulting him. Still unable to see much, he ran his fingers along the ceiling, a bit frantic to find the button that signaled the sliding mechanism for the removable section of ceiling. Just as he pushed his head and shoulders out of the opening, the belt that had been around him wrapped around his leg and threatened to trip him while the belt that had been beating him hit his hand so hard he dropped his wand.

                "Percy!" cried Ginny, looking up at him. He looked frightened and that both tugged at her heart and made her feel an odd sense of relief that he could actually be frightened about something.

                Percy slid his arms out the top and began to pull himself out when the sliding mechanism began to close and he was trapped even more fully than he'd been before. "Not good!" he moaned, ineffectually trying to wiggle a bit.

                "Percy, I'm going to get someone," called Ginny.

                "Yes, yes, go!" said Percy, and as she turned and began to run she heard him change his mind. "No! No, stay here!"

                She turned around, frowning, wondering why on earth he wouldn't want her to get someone, when she realized that the car was pulling down his pants. Her brown eyes widened and met Percy's hazel, though she was certain he could only make out her outline without her glasses. "Don't look, just . . . stay here until it's over," he said.

                "I'll give that devil's car an hour tops," she said in a tone that left no room for argument. Ginny sat back down on her fan when he didn't seem to protest, watching through the window of the car as it hissed lowly and then, with the aid of those intriguing, appalling belts, drew up his robe, giving a smack to his bare backside.

                Face flushing, Ginny looked up to see a Percy with his eyes closed tight, trying not to cry out for her sake. Looking about a bit guiltily, she lifted her nightgown and slid a hand into her knickers. She sighed. She was rather disgusting, wasn't she? But, oh, this was thrilling, and more than a bit of a turn-on, brother or not. Prim and proper Percy was . . . well . . . less than prim and proper at the moment.

                His arse and thighs were already bruising, already bright red. She swallowed hard and began to rub at herself. It wasn't long before his try for silence failed him and he began crying out. On one horrified gasp, she stared as a belt wrapped itself around his prick and pulled at it. She throbbed a bit at the sight, the sight of the car doing that to him, well, to anyone.

                The thing that really got her was when Percy muttered, "Merlin, no, no . . . ." She gazed through the window to see that the latch plate was inching toward his arse hole. Her eyebrows rose. He tried to get out of the car, but the roof wouldn't budge and the belt around his prick squeezed so hard he gasped, and the latch plate showed no sign of relenting. His brow furrowed as it made itself thinner in order to press in. He groaned, shivering.

                The pain was rather more than he could bear thinking about. He made a strangled noise low in his throat and turned his fingers into claws that had nothing to claw into. He shifted his hips and, before he could further adjust, the unlubricated metal end of the belt slid out and back in and out and in and he closed his eyes tightly, his moan decidedly one of pain.

                Ginny just stared, open-mouthed. After a moment, she slid her second hand into her knickers to join the first, making sure to be very quiet so as not to clue Percy in to what she was doing. She slid a finger into herself and canted her hips, licking at her lips as she watched the thing further assault Percy, but in an entirely new way.

                "Hang in there, Perce," she said a bit breathlessly.

                "Shut up, Ginny," he groaned, leaning forward a bit. His eyes snapped open and, again, he murmured, "No, no . . . ." The business end of the latch plate was thickening inside of him. The car kept it up for almost the entire prescribed hour, fucking him mercilessly, hard. It squeezed at his prick to keep him from ejaculating, even after it found his prostate and began to assault it. Even after he had begun to bleed.

                Ginny had come, and was now not so much turned on as frightened. She glanced at the clock, almost ready to get up and get someone to help, no matter what Percy had said, when the car released his prick, then stroked it, pounding into him with unrelenting pressure against his prostate, and made him come, gasping and sinking down bonelessly as the sunroof had opened up again.

                He shifted onto his knees to get off of his battered arse, whimpering in pain. The WWN was soon blaring through the radio, the locks all pushed up, and the backdoor on Ginny's side even opened.

                Ginny didn't waste any time, leaning in to get his glasses and his wand, placing the former in Percy's hand, and using the latter to cast as many Scouring Charms as she possibly could, on Percy and the car alike.

                "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she murmured, leaning in and kissing her brother's cheek, tasting the salt of a tear. She really was sorry. When she'd pushed him into the car, she hadn't ever expected it to . . . .

                "Not your fault," he said hoarsely, and then sobbed, and she held him in her arms until he stopped shaking. She handed him the wand when he asked for it, and he pointed it at his backside, healing himself. He motioned for her to step out of the car, and when she did, he followed, pulling up his pants, straightening his robes. "Do I look—?"

                "As if it didn't happen?" she murmured. "Yeah. Percy, you have to tell Dad."

                He nodded after a moment.

                "What is it, Perce?"

                "Don't go near that car again," he warned them.

                "You're being paranoid," muttered Ron.

                "No he's not!" said Ginny.

                "When your only back-up is your little sister, mate, that's paranoid," said George.

                Percy scowled at them and left for his bedroom. So what if it happened to them too? Wasn't his fault now that he'd tried to warn them.

                "Dad, it's . . . ."

                "Yes?"

                "I . . . ." He stared straight at his father, hoping he would read it from his mind.

                "You what?" Arthur said gently. He placed a hand on his shoulder, which he brushed off to wrap his arms around himself. "Alright, Percy?" he frowned softly in concern.

                "Take it from my mind," he said after a moment, defeated.

                "I'm afraid I'm terrible at that. I can get your mother in here, though."

                "No!" said Percy suddenly. "It's . . . not important enough for all that trouble."

                "Well, if you're sure . . . ."

                "Yes, quite sure."

                He was lying in bed one night, nearly asleep, when hands grabbed him and he cried out, flailing.

                "I'm the big bad flying car," said Fred.

                "I'm going to honk at you," said George.

                "And then I'm going to fly around," Fred added.

                "And then I'll disappear—spooky!"

                "Shut up!" yelled Percy. "Get out! Get out!" Foregoing his wand, he punched the nearest twin across the face, hearing a satisfying crack followed by a satisfying, "Oy!" The brothers, laughing again, stumbled out of his room. Percy shook.

                It took a while to calm down. Aside from being furious at the twins, per usual, he was furious at himself, as well as at Ginny.

                "How could you tell them?" he asked her the next morning, looking a bit haunted, as if he'd gotten hardly any sleep, if any at all.

                "I didn't!" said Ginny. "I just said they didn't understand why you hated the car."

                He sighed. Actually, that sounded about right as far as the twins went. "I believe you," he said.

                "It's our secret, I swear," said Ginny. "I swear it."

                "Yeah," he said with another sigh. "Well . . . ." he left for his room again, shutting and locking the door. He held himself on the bed for a moment, staring at the wall blankly.

                Ginny sighed after he left, staring at her own wall. In some aspects, like the fact she'd been in her knickers at the time, the situation was more her secret than his.