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This contains an 'other fictional character' who is very close to my heart, so no smartass remarks about how slutty she is, ok? Unless they're POSITIVE smartass remarks. teeheeheheheee

Ginny and Ron both got summer jobs at Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes during the summer before Ginny's sixth year. The twins also hired Violet, their 'cousin by marriage' (as she was affectionately known), and they all took the morning floo directly to the shop. Violet had moved to Ottery St. Mary, just down the river from the Burrow, the summer before she and Ginny started at Hogwarts. She was thrilled with the idea of having a summer job. Ginny and Ron were each overwhelmed at having their own spending money, and while Ginny kept most of hers in a box in her sock drawer, Ron was constantly broke, spending like a madman every chance he got.

Molly sent a big basket every day, knowing if she didn’t Ron would have his lunch finished by ten a.m. and likely eat anything she packed for Ginny before she was even ready to eat. One thing the Weasleys could count on was having enough to eat - Ron’s constant hunger ensured that Molly saw to that.

The shop was doing a burgeoning business; the boys had expanded into an empty store next door, and they now had two entrances, two cash registers, and seemingly more stock than Honeydukes. There was bulk candy covering one entire wall, while the various specialty items that the twins were contstantly working on were stacked on shelves circling inside the store. Violet had suggested having a counter with some real candy inside, she was sure it would provide a steady profit and she also knew it would help to satisfy Fred’s sweet tooth while preventing him from decimating the more expensive specialty stock. Fred had taken very little convincing to agree with her; he worked on George until he came around and allowed them to order just enough to fill the glass counter in the new section.

The expansion had allowed them to set up a proper lab in the back, apart from the office, where they could work on current customer favorites and new items they were developing. There was a steady stream of fellow Hogwarts students, and the occasional student from Beauxbatons or Durmstrang on holiday with their families. They also had a successful mail order sideline, and Ron frequently worked in the back filling orders and packing boxes. The store had the standard apartment upstairs, where Fred and George lived, and the building opened in back onto a tiny alley with a high stone wall that ran the length of the street. There were brick walls dividing each store from the next, almost like dividing backyard gardens on a city block.

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Violet and Ginny had taken to wearing stretchy nylon shorts and canvas tennies to work, along with their WEASLEYS WIZARD WHEEZES t-shirts, a different color every day. It was turning out to be one of the hottest summers on record, and Ginny and Violet were both collecting freckles like mad. The girls had set up lounge chairs in the back, and spent many a lunch hour in the sun, working on their 'tans' while eating the sandwiches Molly packed every morning.

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Violet had gone out back for lunch early while Ginny finished with a customer. She set up her chaise lounge and took off her shirt, sporting a decent bra beneath, and laid down on her stomach, closing her eyes for a moment. She heard the door open, followed by a sharp intake of breath. Vi peeked with one eye as George approached, sitting down gingerly on a stool. "Vi, do you really think it’s a good idea, lying there like that?" His voice cracked just a little, and she smiled to herself, keeping her forehead pressed against her arms. "I, . . I . .I mean, you’re going to get burnt, don’t you think?" She turned her head and looked at him, fighting a grin.

"George, I think you’d better see a doctor! Your face is as red as can be - are you having a stroke or something? It’s not like you’ve never seen a half dressed girl before. After all, we pass Angelina almost every morning on her way out of here." Her mock concern caused him to flush more, if that were possible.

"Oi! Very funny! That still doesn’t mean I want to see my kid sister - OR her friends - lying around naked. And you really could get burnt. Your skin is so pale. . ." He reached over and ran a finger down her arm.

Violet laughed "If you don’t go in this instant, I’m going to turn over."

"WHAT? NO! You wouldn’t.... Please, like that’s some kind of a threat." Violet shifted her hips to roll onto her back.

George jumped out off his stool with such force it clattered to the ground and grabbed the doorknob.

"FRED! SHE’S TURNING OVER! DOOO SOMETHING!" And he was back inside, practically knocking the butterbeer out of Ginny’s hand. She laughed and kicked the stool aside as she made her way to her own chaise lounge.

"Honestly, Vi, you’ve got to stop teasing him like that! You know how flustered he gets, and he doesn’t get a damn thing done the rest of the day. Listen to him yelling!" They both chuckled over the frustrations of her brothers.

Inside, George had rounded up Fred and Ron and practically dragged them to the window in the back door.

"Bloody hell!" Ron squeaked "She did turn over!" The three stood silently as Ginny reached down and pulled off her own shirt, then the twins turned in unison and walked toward the front of the stock room.

"No way I’m watching that" said Fred, "And neither are you!" a twin hooked each of Ron's arms and dragged him away from the window.

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The bell rang out front, and Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas came into the shop. They were regulars, coming over at least twice a week each, though not always together. "Hey, where’s the girls?" Seamus demanded, as Dean glanced around.

They walked toward the back counter as Fred, George and Ron stood shoulder to shoulder in front of the stock room door.

Ron crossed his arms. "They’re on their lunch break, Finn, come back around 12:30."

"What? Lunch break? Seriously?" Dean continued, digging his elbow into the Irishman's side "Hey Seamus, remember what Vi was saying last week about sunbathing during at lunch? Where are they, Ron?" Dean’s step quickened toward the back of the store.

"Oh my God! Yeah! Are they out back? Give us a look, now, fellas, c’mon!" Seamus was walking on his toes, trying to peek between the boys shoulders as he wove his way between the shelves.

Fred and George pulled out wands and pointed simultaneously at Dean who was ahead of Seamus in the center aisle.

"Back off." Ron’s voice was low. "You’re NOT going out there."

"Aw, c’mon Ron, it’s not like they’re NAKED or anything. It’s just like seein’ ‘em at the shore!" Seamus wheedled, while his mate took a different tack.

C’mon fellas, STEP ASIDE!" Dean glared at the three of them.

Seamus' face lit up as an idea clicked in his head, and he spun around, running back toward the front door.

"C’MON DEAN! THE STAIRS! THE STAIRS GO UP TO THE SECOND FLOOR BALCONY!" Dean spun on his heel and sprinted after the short Irishman. Their laughter could be heard in the street.

Ron ran after Dean, but the twins just stood where they were.

"There’s no point, Ron, they’ll see if they want to bad enough. And Finn’s right, it’s not like they’re naked." Ron looked at both of them in disbelief, but Fred just shook his head.

"Heads up; customer, Ron," as a puff of ash and floo powder bellowed from the fireplace.

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Ginny heard footsteps overhead and looked up, squinting against the noonday sun.

"Uh-oh, looks like we’ve got an audience." The upside-down heads of Seamus and Dean hanging over the balcony looked a bit ridiculous, and Vi chuckled as she waved.

What do you think, Gin? We haven’t spent any quality time with them in quite a while."

Ginny nodded. "True." She glanced aside to Violet. "Should we have them down?"

Violet noticed a smirk playing around Ginny’s mouth. She’d been seeing entirely too much of Malfoy this past year at school, she was starting to look like him...

"Are you saying what I think you are?" Vi licked her upper lip.

"Oh yeah. You are definitely getting the idea." Ginny called up to the balcony. "Come on down, guys! We still have a few minutes of lunch left."

The clomp of shoes was brief as they ran down the back steps. Seamus walked over and plopped down on Violet’s chair. He could hardly believe she was letting him get this close, but he was doing his damnedest to be cool about the whole thing. Ginny didn’t realize until this moment that Dean Thomas blushed when he was embarrassed. She smiled at the thought, and reached for his arm to pull him down to join her.

"So, decided to do a bit of sight-seeing today, did we?" Ginny's eyes sparkled up at Dean as she squeezed his thigh.

Seamus looked at Violet out of the corner of his eye. He turned, and put a hand on either arm of the chair, looking into her blue-green eyes. How was it that he’d never noticed how large her breasts were? She was wearing a blue satin bra that matched the shirt he saw lying on the ground beside her. She smiled just a little, and reached her hand up to push his hair out of his eyes.

Violet had gone through several years at school with a hard crush on Seamus, and had only overcome it by briefly dating his older brother Tristan. Of course, nothing gets a boys' attention more than a girl who doesn’t want him any more, unless it’s a girl who’s dating his older brother. She was glad he’d chosen to sit with her, because she still wanted to get her hands on him, just once at least. One eyebrow raised slightly as she traced her finger down the side of his cheek. She pulled his face toward her and kissed him, and the rest of the alley fell away. He leaned into her, running his tongue across her lower lip, tasting butterbeer and the remainder of some candy floss she’d had at lunch time. The sweetness drove him to push further, and she scooted back to lean against the chair and pull him with her. As his tongue slipped into her mouth, she ran her own along it and slid her hands up his back.

Ginny saw Dean was blushing even further, and she laughed out loud at the sight of it - never mind that watching Vi and Finn settle into a serious snog was causing her own skin to flush a violent shade of red. She pushed Dean out of the way and got up from the chaise, dragging him by the hand back up the stairs to the balcony. She didn’t mind snogging with Vi sitting nearby, but she fully intended to push Dean Thomas much farther this afternoon, and she wasn’t about to share.

Violet broke away from Seamus briefly, to watch Ginny sashay up the steps with Dean in tow, still watching them over his shoulder. She winked at him, and leaned back to see if Finn would ever decide to open his eyes again. When he did, she remembered exactly why she’d always had such a fierce crush on him, the shade of his eyes was the same as the sky that day, and long black lashes framed them in a way that made her stomach do flips. Her head tilted to one side slightly as she watched him take a deep breath, and she was surprised when he shifted into the chaise lounge to sit alongside her, pulling her onto his lap. He wrapped his arms around her waist, gingerly avoiding her breasts. He was terrified he’d touch them too soon, and it would all be over. He didn’t know if she’d care or not, but he did know that he’d blow a real wad if he wasn't careful. From this vantage point, Violet noticed Ron peeking through the window in the back door, and she winked again, for his benefit. She slid her hand under Seamus' tee-shirt, pushing it up as she ran her hand up his chest. His breathing was ragged enough as it was, and he just stopped breathing altogether, waiting to see where exactly she was going. She narrowed her eyes, looking up into his, and whispered to him.

"Take it off, Finn."

Her tongue just barely touched her upper lip, at that point in the center he had been staring at, wanting to lean forward and suck it the tiniest bit. He heard her through a fog, and he moved his arms to allow Violet to pull his shirt up, raising them briefly to slip it off. Her fingers were shaking a little as she ran them over his chest, there were probably just enough hairs to count between his pecs, and freckles like mad. 'Just like Tristan,' she thought, then shook it from her mind. No, she promised herself, this was going to be nothing like Tristan. Violet could see already that although Finn had taken some initiative, she was in charge, and she was heady with the idea. The fact that Ron was watching while she shagged his Quidditch teammate only added fuel to the fire in her belly. She leaned forward and kissed Seamus again, sliding a hand up the back of his neck and into his hair. His legs were shaking, his hands splayed across her back, and his tongue slipped along that peak on her upper lip, pulling it into his mouth briefly. She caught her breath, amazed that such a tiny thing could make her Kegel muscles flex. She was practically throbbing, and her tight shorts were providing a marvelous friction that had her panties quite damp.

Seamus slipped a hand down her back, running it over her bum, amazed at how perfectly round it seemed in his palm. Violet barely moaned, and shifted her weight forward, grinding against Seamus’ groin slightly, as she deepened the kiss. Eventually he managed to pull away from her, and look into her face again, wondering how far she would allow him to go.

She saw the questioning look in his eyes, and simply swung a leg around to straddle him. Violet took his hands from her backside and pulled them up and around, placing them flat over her bra, nipples hard against his palms. She was unconciously biting her lower lip, watching his reaction, and feeling it as his cock pressed against her through his shorts and her own. His face was so flushed she could barely see the freckles. She put her hand on his cheek, running a thumb over his lower lip.

"Do you want to finish this?"

He nodded, not trusting his voice.

She reached down between them, undoing his shorts, and running a small hand down his length, bringing his dick out of his shorts. She glanced up at the door, and Ron’s eyes were closed, his forehead pressed against the window. She wondered briefly what had kept Fred and George from beating him senseless. Her eyes back on Seamus, she found him with his head against the back of the chair, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His eyes, too, were closed, and the pre-cum had formed a pearl under her thumb. ‘Poor baby,’ she thought, and raised up, so that she was straddling him on her knees. With one hand she guided him past the crotch of her shorts, it was quite narrow and moved to one side so easily, she was amazed she hadn’t thought of it sooner. She slid down on him, practically purring with a thrill at his size. Not as long as some, but her fingers barely met while wrapped around him. Ooohh, the sensation was incredible, and her teeth were gritted as her pussy clamped down on him, seemingly refusing to let go. She couldn’t move, it would send her over the edge.

Seamus climbed out of his stupor enough to move his hands around her back, unfastening her bra, setting free two of the sweetest things he’d ever seen in his life. Round, full, creamy tits bounced slightly as he threw the bra to one side, and he had enough brain power to slide one hand around to the front again, stroking one pink nipple with his thumb. He could feel her pussy tighten and quiver slightly at the touch. He leaned forward, taking the other nipple in his mouth, sucking gently then running his tongue all over it while he cupped the other in his hand, covering it. Finn listened to the rhythm of Violet's panting as each suckle brought a squeeze to his dick that he couldn’t bring himself to think about. It was far too much for his brain to process. He raised his head and allowed his left hand to enjoy a brief squeeze before moving both hands to Violet’s ass, pulling her forward slightly. She rolled her hips, and opened her eyes to look at Seamus.

"My God, Vi."

His fingers dug into her ass as he pulled her forward again, and thrust himself deeper at the same time. Violet put her hands on his chest, and began to grind her hips against his, rocking them slightly forward and back again, as her eyes closed involuntarily with the sensations that were washing over her. She continued as he pushed himself into her hot snatch over and over, her entire body quivering. She concentrated on the motion, pressing harder against him, feeling sweet friction on her clit with every forward roll.

She moved her hands to his upper arms with a grip that was leaving marks already, and her forehead against his shoulder, panting with the rhythm they were creating between them.

She turned her face to his ear, her lips brushing it as she told him "I’ve never had a dick so huge inside me, Shea."

She exhaled, and he practically came at the feel of her breath in his ear and on his neck. She continued to talk to him, each word coming on a breath as she began to press down harder with each stroke he made upward.

"Never...OH!... Seamus... you... hear?... My God! [an especially hard thrust down nearly sent him over the edge] you.. are so... fucking... incredible!"

"Oh Shea, you’re KILLING me! ...Oh, please... please... fuck me...please... please... oh my GOD!"

And with that, her head snapped back, and she let out a wail that could be heard in the street out front.

Seamus’ hands were shaking as he pulled her down onto him one last time, and his hips came out of the chaise, once, twice, before he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her against his bare chest. His hands wound up into her hair, pulling her head down onto his shoulder, and he bit down on her collarbone, just enough to keep from screaming out. His entire body was quivering and a moan ripped from deep inside his chest. He gripped Violet with fingers of steel, his face buried in her neck.

"Violet, my God, what the fuck were you thinking? We must have been out of our minds. . . " his words drifted off as she slid her lips over his, her tongue into his mouth, and his eyes rolled back into his head. She sucked his tongue gently before releasing it.

"Seamus?" she whispered, her lips against his.

"Hmm?"

"You know, I’ve always wanted you."

One eye opened.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"What for?"

"This, mostly." She grinned, and a giggle escaped.

"A shag in front of Ron Weasley?" The eyebrow went up.

"No, just sex. Lots and lots of sex."

He closed his eye again.

She waited.

"Fucking incredible. The fucking was incredible. Mmmmmm. And you are bloody fucking incredible. I wish you'd said something before."

"But I don't need to say anything else, do I?"

"Nope. I'm at your disposal, Cliodhna."

Violet got up, smiling at Finn's slip into Gaelic, remembering what Tristan had told her about the Irish Goddess whose name had just crossed his lips. She slid her tee-shirt on, sans bra. She was leaving it off, it would serve Ron right for watching. He had disappeared sometime before she began to scream. She wasn’t sure what was going to happen with Seamus, but she knew with certainty that he’d be back. Maybe not at 3W’s, but he would definitely find her. She’d seen to that.