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What it comes down to	By : melinda1293 Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 115219 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter 4. Ron
Ron strained against the chains pinning him against the rough stone wall, trying for the millionth time to pull himself free from the restraints around his wrists or pull them loose from the wall. He was hopeful that the lack of food would have caused enough weight loss to loosen the metal cuffs or that the relentless assault on the links attaching him to the wall would have weakened them enough to break. He was fooling himself, though, and worse, he knew it. But he couldn’t simply just stand here hour upon hour, day upon day, and do nothing at all.
At first, he was terrified they were all going to die. Then they started in on Harry. Ron kept waiting for his turn, and the fear made him shake all over. Seeing what they were doing to Harry, Ron didn’t think he could take it, but the most they had done to either him or Hermione was starve them.
Before their capture, Ron would have said that starving was a terrible torture. He knew better now. Starving did suck, especially when the rumbling in your stomach was the only thing you had for company and all the time in the world to dwell on it. When no other sounds could penetrate through a silencing charm, it was only your own breathing, your own heartbeat, your own fucked-up thoughts, and the constant rumblings of your stomach, to remind you that you weren’t actually going deaf.
His thoughts were fucked up, and his dreams were of nothing but food — his mother’s excellent cooking steaming on the table, baked chicken and ham, boiled potatoes, chocolate cake. Hell, he was so hungry he would take one of her corned beef sandwiches right now, more than one if she were offering. He dwelled on it so often that he worried he might actually go insane before they were rescued, or tortured to death, or handed over to He Who Must Not Be Named himself. And that damned itch on his chest was driving him BAT SHIT CRAZY!!
It alternated between a tickling and a burning sensation. It felt like bugs were crawling over his skin, maybe spiders, tickling the hairs on his chest, making him unable to stand still. His hands twitched with longing, and if he ever got loose, he would finally scratch himself raw. Balling them into fists instead, he yanked again as hard as he could on the chains, over and over again, until he fell back against the wall exhausted, covered in sweat.
Standing there in defeat, breathing hard, he watched Hermione through the long fringe plastered to his forehead. Her head rested on her shoulder, her hair falling over her face. He believed she was finally sleeping, maybe for the first time since they’d been captured, he thought with relief. Ron guessed at some point it was simply inevitable. She looked so worn, though, pale and drawn.
No matter how frightened he was for himself, he was more frightened for Hermione. If they hurt her…Oh, God! He couldn’t stand the thought of it. And he felt like such a complete arse for being relieved that they hadn’t tired of Harry yet. That they hadn’t turned to Hermione for entertainment, especially after they brought Harry back last night.
Fucking Bellatrix and Rudolphus! The sight of Harry nude and that blood made Ron go white with fear, partly for himself, but more for Hermione. And he felt ashamed that he was glad it was Harry they'd raped and not Hermione, disgusted by the relief he felt that it was Harry who was taking so much abuse, Harry who was protecting them by sacrificing his body.
He saw movement to his right. The cell door was opening. He thought for a moment that they were bringing Harry back, but it was only that git, Malfoy inching slowly into the room. He looked utterly terrified, Ron thought. For some reason, that pleased him. Draco waived his wand once in a circular motion, and Ron flinched before he realized that it was only the silencing charms being dropped.
“Stay back against the wall,” Malfoy warned, unnecessarily, Ron thought, as they were chained to the damned thing.
He saw Hermione startle awake out of the corner of his eye.
“I brought you some food. I’m gonna loosen the chains so you can eat it, but if you try anything, I swear to God, I’ll kill you.”
The threat would have been better, Ron decided, if his voice hadn’t been shaking while he was delivering it, but he was willing to do whatever the ferret said for the chance at some food. He felt the chains binding his wrists slacken. As soon as he was able, he clawed at the spot on his chest that had been tickling him for hours and felt like crying with relief.
“’Mione?” He croaked, his voice weak from disuse and dehydration.
“I’m okay, Ron,” she assured him, though she was crying again. He felt like crying, too, at the sound of her voice.
“Where’s Harry? I think I may have fallen asleep.”
“You did. They haven’t brought him back yet. You weren’t out very long.”
“Shut up and get on your knees,” Draco yelled. “Or you get nothing.”
Ron glared at him, but obeyed, sinking slowly to his knees. His arms pulled back over his head once the slack was gone from the chains. Near him, Hermione did the same. Once they were on their knees and he was sure they couldn’t reach him, Draco approached, sliding a tray with what looked like a cheese sandwich and a half an apple towards him. To Ron, it looked like a king’s feast. His mouth watered immediately.
After sliding Hermione her tray and backing up against the cell door, Draco waved his wand again and the chains slackened once more. It seemed to take forever.
As soon as he was able, Ron reached for the sandwich and crammed the whole thing in his mouth, barely chewing it at all before swallowing it down his dry throat. Before he reached for the apple, a glass full of water appeared on the tray, and he grabbed at that next to wash the sandwich down, sloshing a bit over the side and onto his hand in his haste. The apple went next, and in moments, the tray was empty. Ron stared at it longingly.
His supper gone, he looked over at Hermione. She was eating much more slowly, taking delicate little bites from her sandwich as if she were sitting at the Gryffindor table at Hogwarts, not kneeling on a dirt floor, her wrists in chains. It seemed absurd that she would take so much time over it when she had had nothing to eat for days. He thought inexplicably of them at Hogwarts again, Hermione refusing to eat food cooked by the house elves, her arms crossed over her chest while he tried to tempt her with different puddings in turn.
Ron smiled at the memory of her at the table the next morning, wolfing down breakfast before running off to the library. Little had he known that soon she would be bullying both Harry and himself into joining SPEW. He actually snorted then at the memory so strong in his mind’s eye that he expected to hear her admonish him for his poor table manners. How the hell had they gone from there to here in just a few short years?
When her tray was also empty, Draco vanished them and forced them back to their feet by retracting the chains binding their wrists again. Ron was sorry to be leaving his knees and the relief he found in his legs and shoulders from so many days in the same position, but at least the fucking itch was gone. His chest bore angry red marks from his too-long nails digging at the flesh that had been driving him mad for so long. Now it just stung from the scratches.
Draco turned to leave the dungeon, but Hermione called out to him.
“Draco?”
He turned back to look at her warily.
“Draco, please, we need your help,” she pleaded.
After a pause, he said, “I can’t help you, Granger. I’m sorry. I can’t.”
Hurrying out of the room, he left Ron and Hermione to stare after him.
“Fucking Git!” Ron muttered.
“Ron," she cried in an excited whisper. "He forgot to re-cast the silencing charm.”
It hadn’t dawned on him what a gift Draco had given them until she mentioned it. They could speak freely to each other for the first time in four days.
“I’m so scared for Harry, Ron. We’ve got to get him out of here, and I don’t have any idea what to do,” she whispered, looking frantic.
“I don’t either, ‘Mione, but he can’t last much longer.”
“Shhh, keep your voice down, Ron. I don’t want them to hear us and realize their mistake.”
“Right, sorry.”
“Sooner or later, they’ll tire of playing with him and summon Vol… the Dark Lord, and we have to get ourselves out of here before that happens. We can’t keep waiting for the Order to come rescue us. I don’t think Harry can last much longer either. After last night…” Her voice trailed off and her eyes filled with tears again. “Oh, God, Ron, they’re killing him!”
She broke down into sobs then.
“I know, Hermione. We’ll think of something. We will. We always do.”
They talked in whispers for hours, formulating plots and discarding them just as fast, comforting each other with their words, not realizing for a long time that Harry hadn’t been brought back to their cell that night.

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What it comes down to

Chapter 4. Ron