Might be triggering for people who are sensitive to sexual abuse/ advantage-taking 

Jordan POV

Finally, Sunday. I would be able to sleep in! Fred and George had made sure that I was warm and comfy and brought me breakfast in bed!
So after eating with them I decided to sleep a little more. But now I wished I didn't. Because I dreamed, but not like one of those happy dreams, no. 

A memory I had wanted to push away. 

My family had understood really early that I wasn't a dominant wizard, that I wouldn't become tall like my dad or strong like my brother.
I only had hand-me-downs, I wasn't allowed to attend any family-get-togethers.
But somehow, one of my cousins was always looking after me, mostly making sure I wouldn't disturb the rest. It was always a punishment for them to see me, so I wasn't able to get them on my side either. 

Until Phillip came along. 

He was the first to ask me how I was or what I wanted to do.
I played my first game with him when I was ten. He read me my first story when I was seven. He started taking up the chore of babysitting me. 

And somehow, he started living in our house. I was so happy, because his room was near mine, so he would always come over and cuddle me to sleep.
Sometimes he asked me if I would marry him when I was an adult, and I agreed, thinking he was just playing.
But I should have known better.

Dream

"Jordan, you still awake?"
I heard Phillip ask behind me. I was around thirteen I think. "Yes." I told him, pushing my back into his warmth, like a child to his parent.
"You are going to become my wife one day, right?" he asked and I nodded giggling.
"Of course, Phil. How often are you going to ask this question?" asked back, slowly getting annoyed by this game. He made me turn around and touched my cheek. 

"You are so pure, little Jordan. If you would know what affect you have on me. Come here, let's play." he whispered.
I nodded, I always liked the games Phillip had in store. He slowly made me sit on his stomach and started pushing me down until I was sitting in his lap.

 And then he started to push my pyjama top up, running his cold fingers over my tummy and chest whispering to himself.
"What are we playing?" I asked Phillip confused.
"A very special game. You can't tell anyone about it, okay? Can you do that for me?" I nodded and wanted to ask again of what the game consisted, but he shushed me.

 He was rubbing my collar bones, and I started to feel strange, and not good.
Then his hands reached my nipples and he pinched them. 

I had to hold back tears now.
But he didn't stop. Not until we heard noises form the hallway and he made me lay on his stomach, his hands on my thighs. "

Let's play this game more often, my little future wife." he whispered in my ear and gave me a kiss on the nose. 

It was the first time his actions felt wrong. And it wasn't the last time.

I woke up drenched in sweat. At least I was alone.
Nobody had to know what happened, nobody was to know what happened to me. 

And even if I told them, who would believe me?
Nobody.
I just felt completely down. 

But there, on my nightstand was a little box of pralines.
'For when you wake up. Fred and George ❤'. 

A/N: Here, another chap!

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