Auntie Muriel's Secrets
Fandom: Harry Potter
Title: Auntie Muriel’s Secrets
Pairings/Characters: Ron, Auntie Muriel
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Molestation, Incest
Summary: Ron doesn't look forward to stays with Auntie Muriel, but keeps her secrets anyway.
“There’s my little Ronniekins!” she squeals excitedly, and her brightly-coloured dress skews the vision of her favourite nephew as she wraps her arms around him and squashes a kiss against his cheek. She smells like potpourri.
Little Ronald Weasley, seven years old, squirms uncomfortably and averts his eyes from Auntie Muriel, his freckled cheeks flushed bright red. Lifting his eyes from the place they rest on the carpeted floor, he looks to his father, a silent plea screaming behind his blue eyes.
Arthur Weasley chuckles at his youngest son’s awkward reaction to his overbearing aunt, and ruffles his flaming red hair playfully. “Don’t have too much fun, now,” he says, and while Muriel bustles about looking for her tin of stale biscuits, he tosses Ron a secret wink with a whisper. “Sorry ‘bout this, Ron. I’ll get you some chocolate frogs on the way home.”
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Little Ronald Weasley doesn’t dare open his eyes. The floral-prints of the furniture and the darkened brick of the fireplace are too often vivid in his nightmares.
Tears roll down his cheek, and he does not cry out but whimpers softly while she touches him. “Don’t cry, Ronniekins,” she says softly while she rubs herself against him. “Don’t cry. You’re making Auntie Muriel sad.”
She hums when she tastes him, and squirming does nothing more than give him carpet burns on his elbows and knees and face.
“Have a biscuit,” she offers when she’s finished. “Have a biscuit, little Ronniekins.”
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“Don’t tell anyone, little Ronniekins,” she always says to him. “They’d be so upset if they knew.” She uses a tissue to dry his tearstained face.
He nods silently and tries to hold back the rest of his tears, chewing the ginger snap she hands him. He follows it with a lemon crème biscuit. Anything to get rid of that taste of potpourri.
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He was scared of what his mum and dad would do if they found out; they’d probably be ashamed at what their little boy let Auntie Muriel do to him. It was his fault, after all, he let her do those things. He was a naughty little boy.
His family couldn't find out. It would be awful if they knew. He could never look them in the face again. He was a naughty little boy, and he was ashamed. He could never tell them.
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“Was he a good boy for you, Aunt Muriel?” Arthur asked.
“Oh, he’s never any trouble, Arthur,” Auntie Muriel replies. “We had lots of fun. Isn’t that right, my precious Ronniekins?”
Little Ronald Weasley keeps his Auntie Muriel’s secrets.
Title: Auntie Muriel’s Secrets
Pairings/Characters: Ron, Auntie Muriel
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Molestation, Incest
Summary: Ron doesn't look forward to stays with Auntie Muriel, but keeps her secrets anyway.
“There’s my little Ronniekins!” she squeals excitedly, and her brightly-coloured dress skews the vision of her favourite nephew as she wraps her arms around him and squashes a kiss against his cheek. She smells like potpourri.
Little Ronald Weasley, seven years old, squirms uncomfortably and averts his eyes from Auntie Muriel, his freckled cheeks flushed bright red. Lifting his eyes from the place they rest on the carpeted floor, he looks to his father, a silent plea screaming behind his blue eyes.
Arthur Weasley chuckles at his youngest son’s awkward reaction to his overbearing aunt, and ruffles his flaming red hair playfully. “Don’t have too much fun, now,” he says, and while Muriel bustles about looking for her tin of stale biscuits, he tosses Ron a secret wink with a whisper. “Sorry ‘bout this, Ron. I’ll get you some chocolate frogs on the way home.”
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Little Ronald Weasley doesn’t dare open his eyes. The floral-prints of the furniture and the darkened brick of the fireplace are too often vivid in his nightmares.
Tears roll down his cheek, and he does not cry out but whimpers softly while she touches him. “Don’t cry, Ronniekins,” she says softly while she rubs herself against him. “Don’t cry. You’re making Auntie Muriel sad.”
She hums when she tastes him, and squirming does nothing more than give him carpet burns on his elbows and knees and face.
“Have a biscuit,” she offers when she’s finished. “Have a biscuit, little Ronniekins.”
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“Don’t tell anyone, little Ronniekins,” she always says to him. “They’d be so upset if they knew.” She uses a tissue to dry his tearstained face.
He nods silently and tries to hold back the rest of his tears, chewing the ginger snap she hands him. He follows it with a lemon crème biscuit. Anything to get rid of that taste of potpourri.
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He was scared of what his mum and dad would do if they found out; they’d probably be ashamed at what their little boy let Auntie Muriel do to him. It was his fault, after all, he let her do those things. He was a naughty little boy.
His family couldn't find out. It would be awful if they knew. He could never look them in the face again. He was a naughty little boy, and he was ashamed. He could never tell them.
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“Was he a good boy for you, Aunt Muriel?” Arthur asked.
“Oh, he’s never any trouble, Arthur,” Auntie Muriel replies. “We had lots of fun. Isn’t that right, my precious Ronniekins?”
Little Ronald Weasley keeps his Auntie Muriel’s secrets.