The Vice Of Republics
( fred/ginny, 100 words, pg )

Never had anything exclusively his own. None of the boys have, but they get it especially, being practically interchangeable. Charlie's boxers, Bill's tee-shirt, George's face and body. Everything is someone else's.

Only Ginny gets something new. Ron's jeans, Percy's oversized jumper, but the delicate strap peeking out its collar is hers alone.

He comes into her room without knocking, finds her fresh from the shower. Shirtless. She peers at him over her shoulder, through wet hair. "Fred?" says Ginny, quiet, uneasy.

His eyes trace that little strap's curve, and its twin's, naked now. Immaculate white.

"Fred?"

He closes the door.