Crimson Wine: Sequel to Genetic Defect
Crimson Wine.
C: 2
R: T
P: PW/RW
S: Percy Weasley didn't even know it was possible.
Sept. 5
I know Ron is still mad at me. I would be too. I mean I am a git who deserves nothing but pain. If I tell Ron that, then we fight and I end up against a wall or a table screaming with my entire throat inflamed...
It hurts afterwards.
Fred and George are still upset with me. Glaring, making snide remarks when I come home for dinner. Father and Ginny ignore me, same as Charlie and Bill. Mother being the only one who bothers to smile at me.
Imagine what would happen if they knew about Ron and I. Mind you now that he's back at Hogwarts I have nothing much to worry about.
Which is a thank-god. I mean for a month I've been sexually exhausted, then tobacco depraved.
Something I'd rather Ron not know about.
I mean Percy Weasley smokes Muggle Cigarettes?
Dear Merlin! The World has gone mad!
Sarcasm has never been my strong point. Though these days I am getting better.
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Sept.7
I've been fired!
That Fuckhead fired me!
Dear Merlin, I'm shocked and want more than to kill the damned dwarf!
However, Dumbledore had offered me a job at the Order. That should've been the tip off.
Fuck! I'm an idiot.
Drinking a pot of coffee doesn't help. Nor does smoking a pack of cigarettes. Well maybe that was something I should've known before I picked up the ugly habits.
Though lately I've been feeling sick, hungry and agitated.
It kinda pisses me off.
But then again, what doesn't?
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Sept.9
Three times. I've thrown up three times.
What the fuck!
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Three hours later.
My life is over.
Fuck! My GOD! I went to St. Mungo's. Then was told the most ridiculous news ever...
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After three fags.
... MEN CANNOT GET PREGNANT!
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Cracked Head on Table.
Now bleeding.
FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!
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Sept. 10
I hate Ron.
Only this would happen to me after fucking my own blood brother for a month.
And only I would be heartless enough to blame him. Not my own actions. I mean why would I? Was I the one who was shoving their d...
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Did not want to have an image of that.
I mean I should be allowed some dignity.
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I am going to kill Ron the next time I see him.
I mean it was him with his whole
"Can I kiss you?"
Hello! I've been trying to get my brother out of my wet dreams since before I started having any. He does not go and suggest that we kiss. Not only is it morally wrong it is called incest.
I mean, if I have a kid (OH GOD, how the hell this that is going to happen I don't want to know!)
Besides. Percy Weasley Jr.?
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Oct. 13
I don't know how many letters I've received from Ron that I've thrown away. Maybe it's childish and rather cruel, but I really don't want Ron to know anything, nor anyone else.
My mother's own attempts have been futile. Though heavens knows that with all the hormones going through my body I'm going to be half insane for the next few months.
Unless I have it aborted. But how do you abort a male pregnancy?
Besides I've got to be the first Weasley male to be pregnant so I'll have Rita Skeeter on my arse so fast I won't be able to breathe. I mean, everyone will say it's Harry Potter and then I'll have to take some sort of test, revealing what a sick bastard I am...
Merlin. I've never felt so helpless before.
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Oct. 21
I'm probably about two month's pregnant. Beginning to show. I've cast some very strong Concealment Charms and have been wearing a big winter coat. Even though I look ridiculous, I get along fine. Dear Merlin, I'm pregnant until May. Then I'll be in a lot of pain. Seeing as how I have to transform my internal organs into that of a damned woman's.
If I ever see Ron's pug face again I'll break his face open and feet it to Griffins.
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Oct. 31
Received a threatening letter from Ron. Saying how if I don't reply or got to the next Hogmeade in two weeks that he'll tell everyone about our affair.
Last night I cried to his picture.
Today I'm smoking a cigarette hoping to kill his baby.
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Nov.5
Don't want to go in 9 days.
Rather afraid I'll either spread my legs for him or tie him up and present him to the Dark Lord.
He's sixteen and I'm only twenty. We should not be fathers...
TO THE SAME BABY!
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As you can tell I still haven't gotten over it. Don't think I ever will really. I'm starting my first trimester...
I should not even know what the fuck that means.
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Nov.13
I swear if I knew Avada Kevadra I would use it on the little Fuckhead.
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Three hours later.
I miss him. I wish he were in bed with me. Holding me...
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Wiped tears.
Fuckin' Hormones.
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Nov.14
Here in Hogmeade. Waiting to die. Going to hyperventilate...
Didn't even notice him in Hogshead until he was touching my thigh.
"I'm angry with you..." A cold hard whisper, that reaches to my organ.
Damned hormones.
"I lost my job." The hand is going up too far for comfort.
"Good." No ones looking at us when Ron's hand comes a little too close for me. Slapping it away I snarl;
"What do you mean 'good'. I live off my savings. I can't afford anything!"
"Get a new job." He tries to kiss my cheek.
"Not in public." I say moving my face away.
"I have a room." His eyes tell me I have no choice but to follow.
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He's glaring at me.
Not moving to touch me like I'm used to.
"What!" So I'm moody, big fuckin' deal.
"You're such a FUCK!" He has me by the arms, his blue eyes icy cold and scaring me.
The grips of his hands are hurting me badly and my heart is hammering.
Throwing me across the room I hurt myself on a rotten chair. Leaning over me his voice is low and dangerous.
"If you ever do that again I will really really hurt you."
When he touches me and goes into me it is a punishment...
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I'm bleeding and he can't understand why. Sheets are bloody and so are my clothes.
"Percy? Why... What..." He's confused and I'm in such pain.
Agony.
"I was pregnant.' My eyes are closed so I can't see his face. I don't even want to imagine it.
His arms are around me. His lips all over my face. His words of love are poison to me.
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Dec. 23
He's standing outside my door. Not knocking but standing there. He's repeating this poem that I left lying on my nightstand in the summer;
---Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.
Think rather, -- call to thought, if now you grieve a little,
The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long.
Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarry
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
Now, and I muse for why and never find the reason,
I pace the earth, and drink the air, and feel the sun.
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:
Let us endure an hour and see injustice done.
Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation;
All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain:
Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation --
Oh why did I awake? when shall I sleep again?---
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He must've memorized it. Knowing it was my favourite. I know that I should put on the stereo and drown him out until he must leave.
The vision of Crimson Wine tells me to...
But I look in the mirror and see his red hair...
I open the door to find him with nothing but a shabby coat. Black circles under his eyes and I can see he hasn't been eating or much of anything.
His thin starved finger goes out to trace my lips like they used to do when he was a child. He kisses me softly, tears leaking out of his eyes. His hand leaving my shoulder as he sinks to his knees in body cracking sobs...
Loudly crying with his head on my stomach.
I can nearly see my mother standing behind him.
Shaking her head at me.
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Le Fin.
Genetic Defect
C: 2
R: T
P: PW/RW
S: Percy Weasley didn't even know it was possible.
Sept. 5
I know Ron is still mad at me. I would be too. I mean I am a git who deserves nothing but pain. If I tell Ron that, then we fight and I end up against a wall or a table screaming with my entire throat inflamed...
It hurts afterwards.
Fred and George are still upset with me. Glaring, making snide remarks when I come home for dinner. Father and Ginny ignore me, same as Charlie and Bill. Mother being the only one who bothers to smile at me.
Imagine what would happen if they knew about Ron and I. Mind you now that he's back at Hogwarts I have nothing much to worry about.
Which is a thank-god. I mean for a month I've been sexually exhausted, then tobacco depraved.
Something I'd rather Ron not know about.
I mean Percy Weasley smokes Muggle Cigarettes?
Dear Merlin! The World has gone mad!
Sarcasm has never been my strong point. Though these days I am getting better.
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Sept.7
I've been fired!
That Fuckhead fired me!
Dear Merlin, I'm shocked and want more than to kill the damned dwarf!
However, Dumbledore had offered me a job at the Order. That should've been the tip off.
Fuck! I'm an idiot.
Drinking a pot of coffee doesn't help. Nor does smoking a pack of cigarettes. Well maybe that was something I should've known before I picked up the ugly habits.
Though lately I've been feeling sick, hungry and agitated.
It kinda pisses me off.
But then again, what doesn't?
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Sept.9
Three times. I've thrown up three times.
What the fuck!
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Three hours later.
My life is over.
Fuck! My GOD! I went to St. Mungo's. Then was told the most ridiculous news ever...
------------
After three fags.
... MEN CANNOT GET PREGNANT!
----------
Cracked Head on Table.
Now bleeding.
FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKK!
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Sept. 10
I hate Ron.
Only this would happen to me after fucking my own blood brother for a month.
And only I would be heartless enough to blame him. Not my own actions. I mean why would I? Was I the one who was shoving their d...
------
Did not want to have an image of that.
I mean I should be allowed some dignity.
---------
I am going to kill Ron the next time I see him.
I mean it was him with his whole
"Can I kiss you?"
Hello! I've been trying to get my brother out of my wet dreams since before I started having any. He does not go and suggest that we kiss. Not only is it morally wrong it is called incest.
I mean, if I have a kid (OH GOD, how the hell this that is going to happen I don't want to know!)
Besides. Percy Weasley Jr.?
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Oct. 13
I don't know how many letters I've received from Ron that I've thrown away. Maybe it's childish and rather cruel, but I really don't want Ron to know anything, nor anyone else.
My mother's own attempts have been futile. Though heavens knows that with all the hormones going through my body I'm going to be half insane for the next few months.
Unless I have it aborted. But how do you abort a male pregnancy?
Besides I've got to be the first Weasley male to be pregnant so I'll have Rita Skeeter on my arse so fast I won't be able to breathe. I mean, everyone will say it's Harry Potter and then I'll have to take some sort of test, revealing what a sick bastard I am...
Merlin. I've never felt so helpless before.
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Oct. 21
I'm probably about two month's pregnant. Beginning to show. I've cast some very strong Concealment Charms and have been wearing a big winter coat. Even though I look ridiculous, I get along fine. Dear Merlin, I'm pregnant until May. Then I'll be in a lot of pain. Seeing as how I have to transform my internal organs into that of a damned woman's.
If I ever see Ron's pug face again I'll break his face open and feet it to Griffins.
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Oct. 31
Received a threatening letter from Ron. Saying how if I don't reply or got to the next Hogmeade in two weeks that he'll tell everyone about our affair.
Last night I cried to his picture.
Today I'm smoking a cigarette hoping to kill his baby.
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Nov.5
Don't want to go in 9 days.
Rather afraid I'll either spread my legs for him or tie him up and present him to the Dark Lord.
He's sixteen and I'm only twenty. We should not be fathers...
TO THE SAME BABY!
-------
As you can tell I still haven't gotten over it. Don't think I ever will really. I'm starting my first trimester...
I should not even know what the fuck that means.
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Nov.13
I swear if I knew Avada Kevadra I would use it on the little Fuckhead.
--------
Three hours later.
I miss him. I wish he were in bed with me. Holding me...
-----
Wiped tears.
Fuckin' Hormones.
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Nov.14
Here in Hogmeade. Waiting to die. Going to hyperventilate...
Didn't even notice him in Hogshead until he was touching my thigh.
"I'm angry with you..." A cold hard whisper, that reaches to my organ.
Damned hormones.
"I lost my job." The hand is going up too far for comfort.
"Good." No ones looking at us when Ron's hand comes a little too close for me. Slapping it away I snarl;
"What do you mean 'good'. I live off my savings. I can't afford anything!"
"Get a new job." He tries to kiss my cheek.
"Not in public." I say moving my face away.
"I have a room." His eyes tell me I have no choice but to follow.
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He's glaring at me.
Not moving to touch me like I'm used to.
"What!" So I'm moody, big fuckin' deal.
"You're such a FUCK!" He has me by the arms, his blue eyes icy cold and scaring me.
The grips of his hands are hurting me badly and my heart is hammering.
Throwing me across the room I hurt myself on a rotten chair. Leaning over me his voice is low and dangerous.
"If you ever do that again I will really really hurt you."
When he touches me and goes into me it is a punishment...
-------
I'm bleeding and he can't understand why. Sheets are bloody and so are my clothes.
"Percy? Why... What..." He's confused and I'm in such pain.
Agony.
"I was pregnant.' My eyes are closed so I can't see his face. I don't even want to imagine it.
His arms are around me. His lips all over my face. His words of love are poison to me.
-------
Dec. 23
He's standing outside my door. Not knocking but standing there. He's repeating this poem that I left lying on my nightstand in the summer;
---Be still, my soul, be still; the arms you bear are brittle,
Earth and high heaven are fixt of old and founded strong.
Think rather, -- call to thought, if now you grieve a little,
The days when we had rest, O soul, for they were long.
Men loved unkindness then, but lightless in the quarry
I slept and saw not; tears fell down, I did not mourn;
Sweat ran and blood sprang out and I was never sorry:
Then it was well with me, in days ere I was born.
Now, and I muse for why and never find the reason,
I pace the earth, and drink the air, and feel the sun.
Be still, be still, my soul; it is but for a season:
Let us endure an hour and see injustice done.
Ay, look: high heaven and earth ail from the prime foundation;
All thoughts to rive the heart are here, and all are vain:
Horror and scorn and hate and fear and indignation --
Oh why did I awake? when shall I sleep again?---
-------
He must've memorized it. Knowing it was my favourite. I know that I should put on the stereo and drown him out until he must leave.
The vision of Crimson Wine tells me to...
But I look in the mirror and see his red hair...
I open the door to find him with nothing but a shabby coat. Black circles under his eyes and I can see he hasn't been eating or much of anything.
His thin starved finger goes out to trace my lips like they used to do when he was a child. He kisses me softly, tears leaking out of his eyes. His hand leaving my shoulder as he sinks to his knees in body cracking sobs...
Loudly crying with his head on my stomach.
I can nearly see my mother standing behind him.
Shaking her head at me.
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Le Fin.
Genetic Defect