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Derailed	By : SickPuppy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Snape Views: 19739 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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Chapter List
- 1-I:I
- 2-I:II
- 3-I:III
- 4-I:IV
- 5-I:V
- 6-I:VI
- 7-I:VII
- 8-I:VIII
- 9-I:IX
- 10-II:I
- 11-II:II
- 12-II:III
- 13-II:IV
- 14-II:V
- 15-II:VI
- 16-II:VII
- 17-II:VIII
- 18-II:IX
- 19-III:I
- 20-III:II
- 21-III:III
- 22-III:IV
- 23-III:V
- 24-III:VI
- 25-III:VII
- 26-III:VIII
- 27-III:IX
- 28-Epilogue
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Chapter Two: Wrong way on a one-way track

A week later Harry was finally allowed up. The restraints had been removed, and, at long last, he was physically able to move about and visit the man lying in the bed next to him – Ron. He could go and sit on his bed, even though that small action tired him, but something in Ron's attitude had prevented from ever doing so.

Oddly, during the previous seven days, Ron hadn’t spoken to Harry, not even as they both lay there bored as the hours slowly passed. True, a lot of the time one or both of them had been drugged out of their minds, but on the few occasions when they had both had their wits about them, Harry had tried to begin a conversation with his friend, but Ron had only grunted a few words, then feigned sleep. The black haired boy was a little pissed about it, if he was honest, but he understood. Maybe Ron saw how damaged Harry was. Worse, maybe Ron knew Harry had been willing to throw him to the wolves.

He resolved to settle whatever problem there was between them, even if it meant being verbally abused for his weakness. He didn't care; nothing Ron could say would be anything like as cruel as what he called himself every time his body ached for Snape. And still he wanted Snape. His cock throbbed continuously between his legs and he had to leave a knee raised to hide the hardness that he just couldn't control. He grit his teeth as his dick stayed aroused for hour after hour. Usually, just when he was being driven mad with it, a Healer would appear and he would deflate. Sometimes, though, he had had to dash into the bathroom and tug on his shaft, whimpering as he pictured Snape standing behind him, thrusting powerfully into his clenching ass.

He always ended up with a hand over his mouth, subduing his screams of pleasure and self-loathing.

But now, in the private ward that only held the two men, the medi-witch, Dana Hunter, had pulled back the dividing curtain, seeming to think that both young men would be pleased to see their fellow sufferer. Outside the room stood two Aurors, protecting Harry and Ron from passers by who might have been interested to see just who had been rescued from the Death Eaters. Because, of course, the news had made the Daily Prophet and since then speculation had been rife as to just who had been the hapless victims. The Aurors were doing more than guarding though, they were there waiting to take statements so that the suspected Death Eaters could be tried. They could all be tried as Death Eaters, but the Aurors wanted the men who had tortured and raped the men in the hospital beds.

“Ron? How are you feeling?” Harry raised his head, looking at the pale, freckled face.

“Just fucking perfect!” Ron snarled, his marked skin evidence of his mistreatment. His fingers clutched the blankets on his chest, and they trembled slightly as memories that were all too close to the surface started crowding into his mind.

Harry felt his face fall. He had failed Ron so badly. Had Snape taken Harry at his word and let the Death Eaters rape Ron?

“What happened?” he asked, sure he didn't want to hear but needing to know how much to blame he was. He wanted to sit on Ron’s bed, to beg forgiveness for his own weakness, but he couldn't.

“I fucking did everything I could to protect you, Harry, that’s what happened!” Ron’s voice cracked, hysteria clear to hear.

“What? I tried to protect you. I did, Ron, really I did,” Harry’s voice held a note of a plea. He wanted Ron to understand how hard Harry had tried to protect his friend – right up until that final moment. Was that what Ron was annoyed about? Had Snape told Ron what Harry had done?

Harry’s stomach twisted. Snape. His ass ached with its emptiness.

Ron gave a sharp bark of mirthless laughter. “No, you’ve got it twisted about. I tried to protect you. They said they wanted you alive to suffer whatever You-Know-Who had planned. I didn’t matter. I could suffer anything and nobody would mind.”

All of Ron’s self-doubts had clearly been reinforced by the Death Eaters’ comments, and Harry silently cursed them for making Ron hate himself. Ron had no reason to hate himself. It was Harry who deserved loathing and disgust.

“If I refused to do what they wanted, they’d take it out on you. Or they'd find Ginny and do it to her. But I actually saw them beat you to a bloody pulp and I had to watch. After that I did whatever they wanted.”

Tears trickled from Harry’s eyes and slid slowly down his face. “They tricked us,” he croaked, throat closing with grief, “they tricked us.” He paused, “But I saw you. I saw what they did to you!”

“Through a window? Into a different room?” Ron asked, voice cold and angry. He saw Harry’s nod. “Easy enough to fake. Merlin! What an idiot I was!” Ron's voice made it clear that had he not felt culpable for Harry, he would have put up more of a fight. Harry wanted to believe that it was true of him too, but he knew, really, he had wanted to be fucked by Snape too much to fight him off.

Harry’s green eyes were filled with pain at what he, and Ron, had suffered needlessly. Suddenly the bright hospital seemed far away. He was in a room in a large house.

“Where were we?” he asked, not really thinking it mattered, but it was a more neutral question than what had been done to them.

Ron’s whole demeanour changed. He shrank, (if that is possible lying on a bed), and his face set into a stony expression. “M - Malfoy Manor.” he croaked, eyes gone unfocused and panic-stricken.

Hearing the fear in Ron's voice Harry felt sick. “Did ... did Malfoy hurt you?”

Ron's voice was full of anger, hatred and terror. “Oh yes, Daddy and Junior Malfoy both.”

Unable to request any more details, Harry rolled onto his side, turning his back to Ron.

There was a long silence that neither could break. Too much pain had come between them.

Harry's betrayal and weakness filled his mind and body with poison. He had failed Ron. He was still failing him by needing Snape to pound into his needy body.

A failure. That's what he was. A total failure. He let the tears slide onto the pillow, uncaring.
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