Updated 8/5/19

I just finished figuring out the timeline for Pt. 5 and had to back and fix a couple minor time things in this one so it'd fit. Reworded a bit of the Percy scene too, changed the TW at the beginning. You don't have to reread this part, Pt. 5 is coming along soon.

Sending love,

-sadjm

*Trigger Warning: Oral rape* (it physically pains me to even type that)

-George POV-

I try to lag on my way back to the dormitory I share with Lee and Fred. I'm so scared of Lee's reaction. He's been looking forward to this evening, and it's killing me that I have to tell him I can't make it because Snape's an evil git.

Except I know it's my fault the three of us are in detention tonight.

I don't even realize I'm pulling my hair until I reach the portrait hole. I hurriedly whisper the special Valentine's Day password ("beautiful") and wait for the Fat Lady to hold out her hand. This year Dumbledore decided that the students needed to show more respect to the paintings so now there's a gesture we have to do on special occasions to enter the common room in addition to the password. In honor of Valentine's Day, the Gryffindors have to whisper the special password and kiss the Fat Lady's oil-on-canvas hand before she lets us in. Lee made the mistake this morning of wearing Muggle chapstick due to the cold, and the Fat Lady screamed at him for ten minutes before McGonagall walked by and settled the matter (she insisted to her that Lee would have to do lines in the common room as she stifled a laugh).

The Fat Lady notices that I'm yanking my hair in trepidation and waives the kiss, I just have to say the password. After I stumble into the common room I shuffle to my dormitory, averting my eyes away from anyone that could be in the room. The last thing I need is someone seeing a stray tear or three running down my face. Curse me and my memories. I got my brother and my best friend in detention because of the past.

Upon stepping into my dormitory, I see Lee sitting cross-legged on his bed, the contents of the Weasley family photo album strewn across it.

"Hey! What are you doing, Lee?" I say as a light chuckle escapes my anxiety-clenched teeth. Slowly my muscles relax and I plop down next to Lee.

"I couldn't wait till lunch to see your pretty face so I had to raid your trunk to see a photograph of you looking back at me, smiling. You ready for tonight, baby?" he asks, putting an arm around me and pulling me in for a hug.

Almost immediately I begin sobbing into his shoulder. "I'm so s-sorry Lee, I can't m-make it tonight... Fred and Vi and I have d-detention with Snape tonight... I'm so sorry Lee I'm so s-sorry please don't hate me..." His hug grows tighter as he adds his other arm to my own personal Lee blanket.

-Lee POV-

George looks so broken. It's not easy helping him with his anxiety. I have no idea how Fred managed for years and years while I get emotionally drained after ten minutes of attempted comfort.

"George... Why in bloody Merlin's name would I hate you? Did you get yourself in detention because you're not ready for what you'd planned? I'm not that desperate for some action, George, if you're not ready I accept that."

He trembles slightly. Bloody hell, Percy really did a number on him.

I think back to last summer, when Percy suspected that he was hiding something. For an entire week, Percy told his parents and siblings that he'd accidentally hexed George and that he'd taken him to St. Mungo's to get sorted out, and that family weren't allowed to visit. Due to his Ministry status, he was believed without question. In reality he'd placed silencing and locking charms on his bathroom and kept George captive in there under a Body-Bind curse, trying to force him out of the closet. George refused and Percy used the Cruciatus Curse at least once on him while he was imprisoned. With every jinx or curse he placed George under, he promised he would hurt him... sexually... if he said anything either about his sexuality or of Percy's treatment of him. The day before Percy let him go, he stripped George naked and ran his grimy hands all over his helpless younger brother's body with the promise of pain if he said anything. George started cutting not long after that torturous week.

The following winter (a few months ago, it's February now), George simultaneously came out to me and shyly asked me out right before we went home for the holidays. Of course I said yes.

He didn't show up in our usual compartment on the way back and Fred told me George had been sick with some sort of stomach bug the entire time, especially on Christmas Day. But when I saw him crying alone in our dormitory, I had to ask. He'd shaken his head and buried himself under the blanket, and screamed when I put my hand on his shoulder.

After a lot of convincing, I'd gotten through to him that I wasn't going to hurt him, and he started talking in between whimpers. He told me about last summer, when Percy held him prisoner. He showed me his scars. And then he told me about the Christmas vacation we'd just returned from. Well, actually, he didn't tell me. He and Fred had invented a "Pocket Pensieve" their first year at Hogwarts and he showed me.

I had dipped my head in the Pocket Pensieve and watched my boyfriend's memories from that week. There was a lot of swirling, and when I stood back up I saw myself at the Burrow, in a bathroom. Looking around I saw a large Prefect badge pinned to the mirror and a Head Boy sash draped over it. On the edge of the sink there was a notepad and a quill. At the top of the pad there were the words "For Speech Writing Purposes Only," and I couldn't help but chuckle. In the shower, normal people have shower thoughts (in my case, dirty ones that are also acted upon in said shower). But "Perfect Prefect" Weasley has shower speeches. Giggling like an idiot, I turned around and spotted George shaking in the empty bathtub, fully clothed and unable to move. The laughter died in my throat when I remembered why I was there.

Percy strutted in, a dark look in his eyes. "Mum and Dad think you have a stomach flu and they put wards up over your room. Fred isn't even allowed in. He's gonna be rooming with Ron during this holiday." He stepped forward. "Now what's the business with Jordan? I overheard in the common room that you two are together. Have you NO shame?! What will the Ministry think? I could lose my apprenticeship!"

George shook harder and squeezed his eyes shut.

"Aguamenti!" shouted Percy. Water shot out the end of his rowan wand and hit George in the face. He coughed and whimpered. "Never approach Lee Jordan again, or there will be consequences."

George shook and spluttered at the continuous stream of water. "I'm.. I'm in l-love with L-Lee... I'n n-not g-gonna b-br-break up w-with him...never."

Percy's glare was so murderous I was surprised George was still alive. "Then we'll have to resort to this. And if that doesn't convince you, there's worse. And worse. And worse. I have two weeks of just you to myself. And the summer. And next winter. And the next summer. You can't escape me. Break up with him and you'll be spared.

"N-no.. never," George repeated.

"Very well," Percy mock sighed.

Percy yanked George's shirt off and re-cast Incarcerous with magic bonds that would position George to Percy's every whim. The bonds moved George's arms over his head, and as they did so Percy cast several silencing charms around the room. I heard a sickening crack as Percy attacked George's exposed midsection and face with bare fists, nothing in his way. He pulled out his wand.

"Crucio!" George writhed and twisted on the ground, screaming in agony. Percy smirked from above. I wanted to hurt him. Bad. I couldn't. I was ethereal in my being and as such I passed through everything I touched in my baby's memory.

The scene changed to the next day. George was lying on the cold tile, still bound. His chest was black and blue and there were welts on his stomach. A bright red mark outlined George's left cheek in the form of a hand. The prat came in and glared at the boy on the bathroom tile. "Well, f*g?" (A/N I'm not personally LGBTQIA+ but I hate that word. I also don't really swear so you won't find much of that in this story. I accept everyone [except those like Percy]. Sorry about the word)

"I'll never leave him," George groaned.

"Maybe this'll change your mind. You're supposed to like this, aren't you?" The prat grabbed his brother's hair and slammed his skull against the wall, over and over until George looked dazed, his head lolling about. Percy fumbled with his belt buckle for a bit and flicked at the beast behind it until it sprang to life. He descended upon poor George and grabbed his hair once more.

George looked up at the hatred in his older brother's eyes. "Please... Percy, no..." he whimpered as realization dawned on him. "Please... Percy, this is who I am... Don't do this..."

The git towered over him and yanked George's face towards his hard member. "I'll murder Jordan if you don't. Don't test me."

It took a moment of hesitation before he realized Percy wouldn't hesitate to carry out the threat. Squeezing his eyes shut, George took a deep breath. "I'm so sorry, Lee," he whispered as he opened his mouth and began his punishment, tears streaming down his face all the while.

I'd turned away then in disgust, my eyes watering. My chest ached. I'd tried to block out the noise. I couldn't.

How could I block out George's muffled sobs? He was in so much anguish. I turned back.

Percy had his brother's red hair  in hand, pushing George's face onto him repeatedly. The bastard let out a moan. George sobbed softly when he heard it.

Then Percy let out a shout. "Did you just bite me, you freak?!" He let go of George's head, and George leaned back, gasping for breath as Percy did a short dance of pain.

"You're going to regret that, you f*g."

George's period of oral relief was short-lived. Percy drew back his open hand and let it fly until it hit George with such force that his neck cracked as his face was driven to the side by the blow. Again Percy smashed George's head back against the wall before prying his mouth open and casting an Immobilus Charm on his jaw. "You asked for this, you freak. Remember, this is what your kind like. Remember it. How it feels. You're supposed to be enjoying this. Remember that, you f**got. You're gonna look at me while I punish you, and you're gonna enjoy it. Never forget."

Percy once again took George's hair between his fingers and this time, he braced himself against the wall as he thrust hard into George's open mouth. "Look at me, you slut. Look at how disgustingly hard you and your kind made me," he grunted, before pulling back and pushing all the way in again. "I said LOOK AT ME!" he shouted as he slapped George's cheek, forcing him to comply. George choked out a sob as Percy drove himself all the way to the base before pulling back again.

In and out. Back and forth. George was frozen in shock and pain, his mouth charmed open, tears streaming down his face and offsetting the hand-shaped welts that were already bruising. Percy didn't stop. Deeper and deeper down George's throat he went.

Finally, Percy pulled out all the way and drove all the way back in. He held George in an iron grip, lips to base, as he emptied himself down his little brother's throat, shuddering in cruel pleasure.

An eternity later, he released George from his bonds and left, locking the door behind him. George vomited everything he had just been forced to swallow, before sinking to the ground sobbing. Blood trickled out of the corner of his mouth from his abused throat before he retched and vomited again.

More than anything I'd wanted out of that memory.

It left him traumatized and afraid of physical contact from anyone besides Fred and I, and George made me promise (with an Unbreakable Vow that Bill unwittingly helped us with) not to tell Fred, because he knows Fred would fly off the handle, kill Percy, and end up in Azkaban. Then George would have no one. So ever since then, after seeing the horrors from the Pocket Pensieve, I was his only rock when it came to Percy the Prat. Fred took care of everything else.

A sob escapes from his lips, bringing me back to the present. "I....I'm s-so sorry, L-Lee... I'm n-not ready..."

"Hush now, George," I pull him onto my lap gently, stroking his cheek. He leans against my chest, still trembling. "You're here, with me. Not Percy." He shudders at the name. "You're safe. I won't hurt you. Percy's in America for the next year and a half with MACUSA. Fred loves you. Violet can't stand to see you like this. Do you want a Calming Draught?"

He shakes his head and burrows further into my robes, his standard request for snuggles.

I squeeze him and gently run my fingers through that amazing red hair of his, gently removing his hands from his head and nuzzling my face in it. He probably showered this morning, because his hair smells like lemon and... is that coconut oil?

"Hey, George? Did you use my conditioner again?"

George looks sideways at me and mutters a short "no" while wiggling his ears. He's back. I got him back.

Suddenly he jumps off me and runs to his bed, vaulting over it to the other side. I leap over and chase him around the small dormitory for a few minutes until we collapse onto Fred's unmade bed, out of breath and sweating.

Naturally, at that precise moment, Fred barges in, and upon looking at us, blushes deeper than his hair. "Um... Yeah. Okay. I'll come back later," he mumbles, stepping back out.

"Should we tell him that that's not what we were doing?" I ask slyly.
"Nah," George returns my grin. "I like seeing him squirm at the thought of us getting filthy in his bed."

"Perfect," I say. "Come here, you."

We snuggle through the end of our free period and then get up to grab lunch, holding hands and resting our heads on each other's shoulders the entire time.

A/N I wasn't expecting anyone to actually read this piece of crap story, it means so much that some people actually are. Thanks!