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***

When
Severus woke next, he was lying in the pitch black. He sat bolt upright and
felt for his wand on the bedside table. It was there. Next he felt in the bed
next to him, where Ron should have been, but he was not there in contrast. The
sheets weren�t even warm. Severus� head thumped an ungainly beat as he put his
feet on the floor and stood up. �Oh fucking hell,� he hissed, bringing a hand
to his eyes.

He groped
his way to the door and pulled it open quietly. They never shut their bedroom
door when they slept. Ron must have shut it. He peered blearily down the stairs
and thought he could see a faint glow from the living room. Gripping the
banister like a frail invalid, he managed to quietly make his way down the
stairs and into the hallway. He could tell it was dark outside through the
glass in the door. He tried to focus his eyes on the hallway clock and it told
him it was three in the morning. That
can�t be right, Ron has work in the morning� he would be in bed with me if it
were three in the morning.

The living
room door was pushed to, another unusual sign. As Severus pushed it open, he
heard a hasty sniff from inside and frowned, making his head hurt. Why on earth
would Ron be sitting downstairs in the middle of the night, apparently crying?

He walked
into the room, thankfully only dimly lit. Ron was hunched in Severus� armchair,
where he never sat, staring at him.

�Whassthematter?� Severus tried to form a coherent
sentence, but irritated himself by being unable to.

Ron just
looked at him and Severus felt the overwhelming need to sit down wash over him,
so he half-sat, half-fell onto the sofa where he never sat. He looked over at Ron, who reached to the sideboard
and picked up a glass and passed it to him. Without question, realising he was
thirsty, Severus knocked it back.

Ron exhaled
and fell back into the armchair properly. At least now Severus had the sobering
solution and hangover cure in him, he would hopefully
be able to rationally talk to him.

Severus
blinked the room into focus, and realised what Ron must have given him. As he
spoke again, he sounded much more human. �What happened? How come I was in bed
without you? You�re mad� you have work tomorrow.�

Ron
shrugged and looked at him.

�Why are
you looking at me like that?� The thumping in Severus� head was receding.

�You don�t
remember anything?� Ron asked in a hollow voice which didn�t sound like his
own.

A sense of
fear replaced the foggy feeling that was just clearing from his mind. Ron
looked shaken and he had absolutely no recollection of why. He shook his head
worriedly.

�I remember
the pub, you singing, drinking��

�Do you
remember the toilet?�

�What
toilet?� Severus narrowed his eyes.

Ron sighed.
He was almost tempted to wave his hand, say it was nothing and take Severus
back upstairs and fall asleep with him. Severus didn�t remember it and he truly
wondered what harm it would do.

�Did you
put me to bed, and change me?� Severus asked, picking
at a stray thread on the t-shirt he was wearing.

Ron nodded
silently and said, �Yeah, that was me� you weren�t getting very far by
yourself.�

�Stop
sounding so� horrified. What the hell have I done?�

�You had a�
episode? Breakdown? I don�t know�� Ron shrugged. �In the middle of us getting it on in the pub toilet.�

�A breakdown?� Severus frowned. �I don�t remember anything.�

Ron
unfolded his long legs from underneath him and put his feet on the floor. He
was still dressed in the clothes they�d gone out in, just minus his shoes. He looks dead on his feet and it�s your
fault�

�What did I
do?� Severus asked, twisting his fingers in his lap. �Did I� did I hurt you?�

Ron didn�t
answer at first, he was chewing on his lip contemplating his answers.

�Just tell me the truth,� Severus asked, a little desperately.

Ron
exhaled. �You� well. You were spanking me on the arse� and you did it a few
times because I asked you to. And then you stopped and it was like someone had
flipped a switch in your brain. You stopped, you refused, told me you couldn�t
abuse me, said you felt like a rapist� and then you wouldn�t talk to me, it was
like you went dead inside from the look on your face� and I was trying to help
you, trying to get you to talk to me� because you know, when you�re upset, if I
just talk to you, I can nearly always calm you down. But you� you shouted in my
face and tried to get away. I wasn�t having that, though, and then Charlie came
in, told me my family had left� so I bought you back here. You threw up on me,�
Ron paused to exhale. �It seems like everyone wants to vomit on me today. Then
I cleaned us both up, got you upstairs and got you into bed. That was at half
past twelve.�

Stunned,
Severus looked back at Ron with deepening feelings of shame in his chest. �Oh
Merlin Ron, I�m so-�

�Don�t
apologise,� Ron held up his hand. �You had had an awful lot of wine. I tallied
it up and it works out at about four bottles. I�ve never known you drink so
much. It was a one off.�

�But you
look so� devastated.�

Ron shook
his head. �No, I was just afraid you weren�t going to snap out of it when you
woke up. You were still shouting at me when we got back, telling me to�� he
trailed off, looking hurt.

�What did I
tell you to do?� Severus groaned, letting his face fall forward into his hands.

�You
alternated between telling me to simply fuck off and to take a running jump off
a cliff.�

Idiot. Absolute idiot. You are going to ruin him.

�It was the
alcohol speaking,� Ron shrugged. �I know that. Don�t beat yourself up about it.
Though I do realise saying that to the Hogwarts King of Self-Flagellation
probably won�t be of much comfort.� He smiled gently.

�Just let
me apologise,� Severus slid off the sofa and landed on his knees, grabbing
Ron�s hands. �I am so, so sorry. It must have been the wine� I� shouldn�t make
excuses but honestly, Ron, I�m so sorry. I don�t even remember it.�

�Thank
you,� Ron breathed quietly. He leant forward and kissed Severus on the forehead
softly. �It�s forgotten.�

�You should
get to bed,� Severus got to his feet and pulled Ron up gently.

It was a
testimony to how much he didn�t want to shame Severus any further that he held
in his grunt of pain as his torso stretched. He knew he had paled but the
lights were so dim he knew it wouldn�t show. As he held his breath walking up
the stairs, and the pain in his ribs stabbed further as he hurriedly changed his
clothes so Severus wouldn�t see the massive bruising which was starting to come
up on his right hand side, he was relieved. His breath caught again as he lay
down, and Severus extinguished the lights and lay quietly down next to him.
Pleased at the way he�d managed to hide the most harmful event of the evening
from his lover, despite the pain it was causing him, he closed his eyes and
waited for sleep to come.

***

However,
the next morning, it was not so easy to hide his agony. He hissed as he walked
down the stairs, ten minutes before the alarm was due to go off, to try and
find the bruising cream in the bathroom cabinet. He knew that his pain was the
result of a drunken accident, but he also knew that should Severus find out, it
would simply crush him. And Ron couldn�t have that. It had really been a simple
incident that Ron should have seen coming as he tried to help Severus up the
stairs, but he hadn�t. He�d been tired and half tipsy himself. So when Severus�
arm had come crashing out of nowhere as Ron tried to hold it, knocked him down
the stairs bouncing sideways on his ribcage on the right side, he was impeded
in protecting himself. He was pretty sure he�d broken one, if not two, ribs. He
couldn�t heal them by himself because he couldn�t angle the wand properly with
his right hand and his magic with his left hand was abysmal. So he would have
to do the best he could until he got to work and could corner Dean, who had
been on the night shift. It was going to be a hard start to the morning.
Severus would be leaving for Hogwarts, and he was going to want to hug. Ron
wanted to hug but the pain when he even touched himself was immense, let alone
anyone else.

He made it
to the bathroom and grunted as he reached to open the cabinet and quickly
peered through the jars of ointment and small bottles of potion. The bruising
cream was nowhere to be seen, but his fingers fell on what he knew to be a
decent strength pain potion which thankfully wouldn�t cause any drowsiness. He
needed to be on top of his game for work. He chugged down two mouthfuls and
pushed the bottle to the back when he was done, so Severus wouldn�t notice any
of it had been taken. He closed the cabinet doors and gingerly walked to the
door. The relief was instant. He raised his fingers and pressed softly.

�Bloodyfuckingsonofabitch!�

So touching
was still out. �Fuck it,� he hissed.

�Fuck
what?� Severus asked, appearing the hallway, scratching his chest with a yawn.

�Just
tired,� Ron managed to say, his chest still stinging. Surely a few broken ribs
shouldn�t hurt so much? He couldn�t believe it had taken him so long to get
down the stairs and find the Potion. He needed to speed up his game.

�Do you
want coffee?� Severus yawned, stumbling into the kitchen, half asleep still.
That was good, Ron thought he might miss more of his
restricted movement that way.

�Please,�
he nodded.

When
Severus disappeared from view he let his mouth fall open in a gasp and withheld
a torrent of swear words. Then he tentatively raised his left arm to pull down
his work robes from where he�d left them hanging the night before. He had no
underwear on under his pyjama bottoms but the stairs to get some wasn�t going
to fly. He�d have to go without and steal a pair of scary starched hospital
ones when he got onto the ward. He threw the robes over his head grateful that
they hid his face as it contorted in pain.

When he
hobbled into the kitchen five minutes later, Severus looked at him in surprise.
�You�re dressed already?�

�Did I
forget to tell you? I need to get in earlier than I thought I would. Last night
I didn�t do some paperwork because I was late enough getting out. I need to get
it in before someone busts me for it.� He seamlessly lied, and picked up his
coffee.

�Oh, okay,�
Severus said, looking at him strangely.

�I know
it�s a pain in the arse,� Ron pouted. �But I have to do it.�

�I know,� Severus� face broke into a nervous smile. �Ron, are we okay after
last night?�

�Of course
we are,� Ron tipped half the cup down his throat. �We�re fine.�

�Good,�
Severus breathed, still looking at him. He�s
holding himself funny.

Ron
swallowed the other half, hoping it would wake him up. �Right then��

Severus
stood up nervously. �Ron, I know you�re nervous about this� and so am I� but I
really think we can make it work, right?�

Ron nodded
and smiled. �I know we can. But nerves are natural,
right� anyone would be nervous at being separated. About
coming home to an empty house every night.�

�Come and
give me a hug then,� Severus held his arms out and Ron moved quickly into them.

Severus put
his arms around his back and kissed his hair, barely out of place. He might
never have believed he�d been to bed if he hadn�t felt him next to him. Ron was
hoping the rapid beating of his heart with the pain wasn�t going to transmit
into Severus� chest and start questioning.

�I love you
so much, Ron,� Severus tightened his pressure on him and Ron�s mouth fell
silently open in agony.

�I love you
too,� he managed to choke out, hoping Severus would convey that as suppressed
emotion.

�I don�t
think we should get into anything else. I�ll see you tomorrow�� Severus pulled
away and kissed Ron�s lips, which he had managed to close in time. �I don�t do
goodbyes� so� I�m just going to stay here, and you can use the Floo like
normal, okay? I love you.�

He sat down
stiffly and fought the burning in his eyes. Come
on, you�re going to work, not the bloody gallows, you pansy.

Ron nodded
awkwardly and Severus couldn�t help but frown at the stiffness in his gait as
he walked to the door. �I love you,� he turned slightly and blew him a kiss. �I
love you so much.�

Then he
walked to the fireplace, face falling into agony once again as soon as he was
out of sight, and Floo�d towards pain relief.

Severus sat
feeling empty in the kitchen. He knew the night before had ended extremely
badly� but Ron seemed so cold, so restrained. His breathing
constricted in his throat with fear. I
can�t leave it like this�I need to go and find him at lunch and talk to him�
I�m not buggering off to Scotland
and leaving him looking like that.

Decided, he
got to his feet and headed upstairs to start packing, with a feeling of dread
in his stomach.

***

Thankfully,
Dean was the first person that Ron laid eyes on. He had grabbed him by the arm,
cursing in pain under his breath as he pulled him into a private examination
room.

�Ron, what the hell?� Dean yawned. �I�ve been here all night. I have one hour
left� you�re early, aren�t you?�

�I need
your help,� Ron unbuttoned the top half of his robes and shook himself out of
them, holding them tightly about his waist.

�Holy fucking Christ,� Dean said, eyes widening at the deep purple bruising.
�What the hell happened to you?�

Ron winced
as he hopped up on the gurney. �I had an accident at home.�

�Why didn�t
Severus heal you?�

Ron waited
too long before answering and Dean gasped. �Did he do this to you?�

�No,� Ron
hissed. �Well. Sort of. But he doesn�t know he did it.
He had four bottles of wine in the pub with my family last night, and had sort
of a breakdown, and I was trying to do the dutiful thing and put him to bed,
and fell down the stairs when he tried to fight off my help. It would have
mortified him to know he did this to me and he�d had a bad enough night as it
was. I knew I should never have pulled the fucking carpet off the stairs.�

Dean winced
and locked the door, before returning to smooth his fingertips over the bruised
skin. �You fell on bare wooden stairs?�

�Ow fuck me,� Ron whimpered. �Please, just fix it. I
don�t care about the bruising, just fix the ribs.�

�You
shouldn�t have struggled all the way here,� Dean said reprovingly, checking
each individual rib. Ron half screamed on four of them. �Four broken,� Dean tutted. �You�re sure you want me
to do this, you don�t want me to get a Senior Healer?�

�I don�t want questions,� Ron shook his head, sweat on his brow. �Please,
Dean.�

Looking
worried, Dean pulled his wand out and laid Ron down on his back on the bed,
wincing as he panted with the pain. �Four ribs is a lot to handle by yourself
Ron, you should probably go home.�

�I�m not taking a day off only a fortnight after starting,� he said through
gritted teeth.

�Alright alright alright, just relax for
me, or they�ll heal wonky and I do not want to be the one explaining that.�

Dean
dragged the tip of his wand over the first rib whispering incantations under
his breath, feeling it was actually helpful that Ron was so skinny because his
ribs were so prominent. Pale blue sparks gently seeped into his skin and Ron
groaned as the bone cracked back into place and knitted under the sparks. Dean
repeated the process three times, then set his wand down and gently probed
along the bones as they�d been taught to do in their first week. �I think
they�ve taken,� he said thoughtfully. �But you should be careful. They�re going
to be easily breakable for at least two days so please promise me you�re going
to look after yourself.�

�I will,�
Rot sat up, to find the pain considerably abated. �Oh thank Christ for that. It
hurt so much, even with a pain potion.�

�Well, just
be aware that the potion�s probably still in affect and it should be hurting
more. Don�t push them, Ron.�

�I�m aware
of the bone rules, Dean,� Ron slid his arms back into the robe and did up the
buttons much more speedily than he�d undone them. �Thanks for doing this.�

�As long as
you promise me that you�re not in abusive relationship,� Dean said pointedly.

�Severus
Snape would be the least likely person we know to abuse me, Dean. I promise you
that. I can�t tell you more without betraying confidence, Dean� but� I do
promise you this was an accident.�

He smiled
in thanks and left the room, in search of underwear.

***

At ten to
twelve, Severus looked around at all his luggage packed up in the hallway,
ready to return with him to Hogwarts. The house looked so empty, he was trying
hard not to think of Ron coming home to it and finding it so vacant. He knew
Ron always took his lunch at twelve and ate in the staff canteen. He was going
to go and find him, and take him out to lunch as a surprise, and say goodbye
properly. He knew the way they�d left things would eat at him all the way to Scotland
and he couldn�t bear it. He turned into the spot, and apparated, leaving the
house behind him, empty, silent, alone� unprotected.

***

Ron was
confused. All of a sudden there had been noise everywhere, people were
shrieking in fear and people were disapparating left, right and centre, and
there was a stampede for the Floo.

�Hey, hey!�
He grabbed a passing MediWitch who was running with her arms full. �What on
earth�s going on?�

�There�s
been some kind of mass attack on the Ministry, she panted. We don�t know the
scale of it.�

�An attack�
you mean You-know-�

She nodded,
terrified, and bolted off down the corridor, barely hanging on to the items in
her hands. Ron froze. He didn�t know what to do. He was isolated here, away
from everyone. Are you a wizard or not?
Patronus! Ron scolded himself and hurried into the side examination room
he�d been healed in that morning. He found himself without a happy memory,
however. His old one had been of Hermione. And that was most definitely not
going to work any more. He closed his eyes, wand out, and thought of the first
time he and Severus had been together sexually, and said �Expecto
Patronum.�

He opened
his eyes and saw his faithful Jack Russell Terrier blinking at him, awaiting
instruction. �I need you to find Harry for me, I need to know if he needs my
help or if he wants me here,� Ron nodded to it. �Find him.�

The terrier
leapt off through the wall and Ron pocketed his wand, comprehension dawning on
him. This had been the attack they�d overheard about in the park� this was it.
Whatever was happening, You-Know-Who expected it to be the last battle. Panic
rose in his throat and he gulped. His ribs gave an ache with spectacular
timing. He walked out into the hallway and heard some screaming down the hall.
All the portraits were empty. People were running every which way. In the
confusion, he looked about for someone, anyone he know who worked there but
they were all occupied attending patients, preparing for the possibility of
having to cart them elsewhere, or for worse. Ron swallowed and caught something
silvery out of the corner of his eye. Harry�s stag was gliding towards him at
full speed. It stopped dead centre of him and spoke aloud in Harry�s voice, �We
need you. Ministry is falling. Too strong for us. Rest
of Order alerted. Get here fast.�

Ron needed
no further instruction. He simply turned on the spot and aimed for the quietest
corner of the Ministry he could think of �his father�s office in the Misuse of
Muggle Artefacts department. It was, as he knew it would be, deserted. There
was a cup of coffee half drunk, a sandwich with a bite missing out of it. It
had clearly been another day in the office until they�d heard the battle. Ron
tore out of the office and jogged down the corridor, keeping his wits about
him. He knew his mind should be on what was waiting for him, he should be going
through defensive spells in his mind so he was ready, but all he could think
about was Severus. Where was he, what was he doing? Was he already in the fray
or was he elsewhere, unknowing. Ron stopped dead. He pulled out his wand,
conjured the sexual memory again and repeated, �Expecto
Patronum�. The terrier wagged his tail at him. �I
need you to find Severus Snape,� he told it. �And carry this message: �Are you
safe? Fighting at the Ministry.� Go.�

He picked
up the pace again and ran, hearing loud bangs above him as he raced for the
stairs, not wanting to trust the lifts in such a dangerous situation. He would
be no good to anybody dead at some random corner of the Ministry lift shaft.
All the corridors were empty, he had never, ever heard such silence within
them, it was horrible. He sped up so he didn�t have to
listen to it rush in his ears, all the while keeping his eye out for Severus� Patronus,
should it come to him. He had never seen it before, and he wondered what it
would look like� He knew, once upon a time, his Patronus had been the same as
Harry�s mum, a doe� but that was when he was in love with her. Surely, the
Patronus would be different now that Severus was in love with him? Only if he�s fallen out of love enough with
Lily Potter, his brain reminded him nastily. He ignored it.

He had
reached the pre-entrance to the atrium, where there were some Floos for
transportation. He looked at one as he passed, and then backtracked
his steps. Severus might still be at home. He could be in and out of the Floo,
if of course it was still working and hadn�t been blocked, in seconds, and then
he�d know. He was pretty sure that if Severus wasn�t at home, he would already
be in the thick of the fight, and Ron�s worry could jump up to the level it was
threatening to with good reason. He grabbed a handful of Floo powder and
thought about it with his heart racing and ribs aching. Nobody would miss him
for the minute it was likely to take him, he realised. He threw the powder in
and the flames turned green. He stepped in and shouted his address like he had
grown accustomed to. The world span, he closed his eyes like normal, and his
feet hit the solid ground of the hearth. He opened his eyes and the living room
came into focus. He went to step out, to open his mouth, and found the words
smacked from his lungs as someone punched him hard in the face.

***

Severus had
been walking down Diagon Alley when he had first seen
the signs that something had happened. Shopkeepers were locking up anxiously
and some were apparating on the spot. He spotted Fred and George�s shop still
open and he pushed in the door.

�We�re
fucking closed, get out,� came a hurried shout.

�Fred, it�s me,� Severus called. �What the hell�s going on?�

�That bastard has attacked the Ministry. Loads dead apparently, we�re just
gathering supplies and then we�re heading off. Shut the door and flip the sign
over.�

Severus did
as he requested, his heart hammering in his chest. His first thought was of
Ron, working at the hospital, surely bogged down with incoming casualties from
the fight. His second was that he couldn�t believe that all of this had
happened without him knowing it was coming� he felt disgusted with himself, as
he always did. Needless death would come because he had failed to be an
adequate spy in the dragon�s den.

He saw
something silver out of the corner of his eye and saw a Jack Russell terrier
bounding up to him. It spoke in Ron�s voice. �Are you safe? Fighting
at the ministry.� The dog disappeared into thin air. Severus� heartbeat
cranked up another notch.

�Was that Ron?� George emerged, his arms full of shield cloaks. He motioned for
Severus to hold open the bag that was on the counter, which he did.

�It was his
Patronus,� Severus said quietly, jiggling the bag so the boxes shifted to allow
more space. �He just said the same, fighting at the ministry, asked if I was
safe.�

�Well you�d
better answer him, don�t you think?� George raised his eyebrows.

I really don�t want to see my
Patronus, Weasley�
Severus nodded and George disappeared, his hands shaking, Severus noted. He
pulled out his wand and swallowed hard.

***

Ron�s head
connected with the tiled hearth with a bang. There was laughing. He couldn�t
fight off the hands which pulled him to his feet. His chest was aching again
and his breath was wheezy. He tasted blood on his lips with his tongue. His
eyes finally focussed and his stomach instantly dropped out. In Severus� tiny living
room, bold as brass, stood three Death Eaters whom he recognised. One of them
was Lucius Malfoy.

�Where�s
Severus?� Ron spat blood on the ground, trying to move but found himself bound
on the floor, hands behind his back somehow connected to his feet.

�Oh, I
should imagine he�s at the ministry somewhere,� Malfoy drawled at him. �But
we�re not here for him� we�re here for you, Weasley.�

�What?� Ron
twisted against his binding.

He saw the
blow coming for his face this time and managed to shut his eyes before the fist
connected with his cheekbone and his head snapped back.

�You will
speak when spoken to,� Lucius informed him, and with a flick of his wand, Ron
found himself completely naked.

Oh fuck. It was all his mind could muster.
Somehow, his subconscious was working out what was going on, he could certainly
tell what was coming, but he couldn�t arrange it into any form of coherent
thought, or form a plan of action.

�You see, our Master has known all along that Severus was never truly on his
side�� Malfoy explained. �He always knew he was a sly, double-crossing piece of
piss.�

Ron�s blood
boiled at the insult.

�And he was
waiting for a way to tell him that he knew� and then Severus, who once seemed
so clever, was stupid enough to fall in love with a Blood Traitor.�

A foot
swung out and kicked Ron square in the groin. A shout tore from his lips before
he could stop it. There was more laughing. �There is no point in trying to be
noble, or dignified,� Lucius informed him. �When we are finished with you, you
won�t have any dignity left anyway, if you had any to begin with.�

More laughing. Ron�s brain kicked into auto-mode as he started praying for anyone to
come through the fire looking for him, for someone to miss him.

�So.
Severus fell in love with you. I�m quite amazed,� Lucius raised his eyebrows.
�He was always so besotted with that Evans girl that we thought he�d never
recover after what happened to her. Never thought he�d find
love again.� He sneered slightly. �Luckily for us, he couldn�t have
picked a more perfect partner for our plans.�

�You know,
Weasley, that when someone upsets the Dark Lord that he chooses to make them
suffer by making their loved ones suffer� and you, regrettably, now fall into
that category. You really should have been more careful than to give away blow
jobs in the wood behind this old dump.�

He flicked
his wand and Ron felt a slash down his abdomen, not deep enough to cut organs,
but enough to sting violently and send his body awash with crimson as blood
escaped. Another flick of the wand put a cut across his cheek and down under
his ear. He heard himself gasping. Another flick of the wand and-

�OhFUCKYOUFUCKINGBASTARD!� It ripped out of his throat before
he could stop it. He couldn�t look down but knew there was a massive slash
across his pubic mound, drenching his penis in warm blood. It hurt like nothing
else so far.

For the
first time fear truly crept into his veins as he panted and those around him
laughed.

�It�s a
shame you removed the carpets, Weasley,� Lucius sneered. �It would have made
this look a whole lot more spectacular for when Severus finds you too far gone
to help��

�He won�t
want to live when we�re through with him,� one of the others said evilly.

�He knows
your game, he knows your spells,� Ron spat on the floor,
well aware with his words he was sealing his fate. �He can save me.�

Two things
happened, first of all, he was punched again, and secondly, there was a sucking
feeling on his blood-drenched member. I
knew it� sexual humiliation here we come. It was a spell though,
they weren�t dirtying themselves by touching him. His blood was all over the
floorboards, trickling away from him. The sucking got harder and he felt his
body betray him as his erection grew despite the pain the rest of his body was
in.

�Little Queer is enjoying it,� he heard Lucius sneer. �Let�s see if he enjoys
this so much.�

Ron closed
his eyes as his face hit the floor with a thud and his backside was exposed to
the room. They�re only going to use a
spell� it�s not real� He held onto that thought. But it was as though they
knew he�d deduce that. So his terror was very real, and very prominent, when he
screamed as someone pushed against him. The sucking on his cock was upped and
it wasn�t the gentle kind he was used to. Biting was being emanated. He was
starting to feel weak from the blood he�d lost. Whoever it was behind him was
built like a brick shit house and whatever they were ramming up his arse was
stupidly large. It felt like they were tearing him in half. He bit back his
scream, knowing it would only satisfy them more. But as it pounded into him the
pain took over and his eyes filled with giveaway tears. He fought against
everything he had to keep his mouth shut, however. Fucking� fucking� Even coherent thought was leaving him now.

He was
burning internally into his thighs from the intrusion behind him. He bit back a
sob as his hips were grabbed and the pounding got heavier. Oh God Severus where are you? Thinking his name served as a little
flash of hope to Ron, and he held onto it with all his might. He screamed
unknowingly as whatever charm that was on his dick bit harder and he became
aware of every inch of him shaking. It wasn�t the humiliation making him shake,
because it meant nothing to him. These men were the monsters and they were the
ones that should be humiliated. It wasn�t even the fear of the pain he knew had
to be coming. It was the thought of never, ever seeing that pale, thin,
slightly grumpy face with thin lips and long black hair again. The heat rose in
his face and he choked some vomit on the floor, another bodily reaction he�d
not seen coming.

�Disgusting,
Weasley,� Lucius spoke, and all of a sudden, the dick up his arse and the spell
on his cock were gone, leaving him shivering surrounded by his own blood and
vomit.

He shakily
breathed and closed his eyes.

�Crucio.�

Bound, it
was even worse than he could ever have imagined it. White hot knives pierced
his bare skin and his eyeballs, and he jerked instinctively, yet could not move
because of the binding spell that had been placed on him. The places which had
been cut were stinging the most, his face, his chest, his sopping pubic area.
At some point during the process, however, his brain miraculously detached, and
the pain lessened.

�Oh
Weasley, you�re weaker than I thought,� Lucius drawled. �So,
weak, you pathetic excuse of a man.�

There was a
kick to his ribs, and he shouted out as he felt all of Dean�s good healing work
come undone, and the bones snapped again. Even though his mind was now
detached, he was still screaming.

�Weak, so weak. I imagine you�re going to pass out soon.�

Ron heard a
faint pop in the room. Oh god, please
save me.

�Lucius, I
have orders, you�re to finish here immediately and report to the Dark Lord
without delay. All of you,� it was a female voice.

�But Narcissa we�re having such fun!�

Ah, so, Draco�s mother.

He heard
her heels clack on the floorboards. �He�s someone�s son, Lucius,� she sounded
sick. �Think what you�re doing.�

�He is the
son of a blood traitor, crucio!�

Ron
collapsed under the stabbing pain as Lucius lifted his bonding. He was
screaming again. Please just go... just
go� just� �NYAAAAAAAAAAAAARHGOHGODOHGOD.�

The
stabbing had turned into something else, he was being consumed entirely by
flames, it felt like; he was convinced he was being tortured and burnt alive.

�Lucius,
stop, he�s hurt enough,� Narcissa begged. �What if it was Draco?�

�Draco wouldn�t be stupid enough to be queer,� Lucius hissed at her.

Ron heard
this all through his foggy, pain drenched mind as the fire continued to consume
him.

�Either
way, you�ve been instructed to go,� Narcissa said
with a voice of steel. �He wants you at his side, they�re fighting and they�re
winning. He needs you. Harry Potter is dodging between his curses and he is
going to lose if he doesn�t have the strongest of you with him.�

Harry� Harry� Ron screamed at the thought of his
best friend dying. All of a sudden, the fire which was burning him was gone and
he lay motionless on the floor, unable to even conjure the energy to shake.

He felt
Lucius� steps through the floorboards and groaned as he kicked him in the gut
and rolled him over onto his back, his limbs falling haphazardly in the blood
and vomit cocktail on the floor. He didn�t know where
his wand was pointing, but felt more cuts be added, all over his body, and then
Lucius spoke, to be cut off by his wife.

�Lucius, I�m begging you. Don�t do this to your soul, please. This is hideous.�

�Get back
to the Ministry,� he ordered.

�No. I�m
going to stay and see just what a monster my husband really is.�

He snarled
and she screamed, in his mind Ron assumed he�d hit her.

He spoke
again, �Trunco connubialis viscus.�

Ron had no
idea what that meant, but by god, seconds later, he was feeling it, as the dark
curse set about seeping into his groin, he screamed again, and screamed louder
as it felt like someone was scraping out every inch of sexual nerve ending in
his body with a blunt knife. His head tipped back and he fell into glorious,
painless darkness, with a single word on his lips.
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