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Note to others: I don't own these characters. Duh! Otherwise I would own it . . . or something.

Ron Weasley watched as the house-elf took the bandages off the teenage girl's back. He winced. His master must have been mad. The whip had cut deeply into the delicate flesh. The house-elf looked up at him and nodded. Ron sat down at the head of the bed and grabbed her hands.

"Bitsy is about to put that stuff on." Ron whispered. "Don't scream Hermione. That's what he wants. The whip hurts worse then the Healing Potion. Please don't scream."

"I won't." Hermione Granger barely whispered.

As Bitsy began spraying the purple liquid on Hermione's back, she tensed up and tightened her grip on his hands.

"It's almost over." He soothed. Her nails were digging into his skin.

Suddenly her body relaxed.

"She will be okay soon Master Weasley." Bitsy squeaked.

"Thank you Bitsy." Ron said as she left.

As soon as the door shut, Ron walked around to the other side of the bed, and lay down next to her. He picked up a fluffy white pillow off the floor and then gently lifted her head and placed the pillow under it. He scooted closer to her. He wasn't allowed to touch her in anyway that might be intimate, but she always found comfort in him being near.

"How did you make him mad this time?" he asked softly.

"I . . . wouldn't give him a blow job." She whispered.

"Oh Hermione." Ron frowned.

"I know." Hermione murmured. "But you know that's the one thing I won't do. It's better to take the beatings then to do that."

Suddenly a bell sounded. He was calling him.

"I have to go." Ron said.

"I know."

Ron climbed out of the bed and walked to the door.

"You know?" Hermione called softly. Ron turned to face her. "I would rather be a sex slave for Draco or Blaise or even their fathers, then . . . for Voldemort."

Ron came back to the bed and kissed the top of her head. The bell rang again and he looked up.

"I know." he whispered.

He gently pulled the covers up over her and tucked her in. Then he left.

"You have been to see her?" his master asked as he walked in.

"Y-Yes m-master." Ron answered, his head bowed.

"And . . . did you touch her?" his master asked.

"N-No master." Ron answered. "Because I am not allowed."

"And if you were allowed . . . would you?" his master asked in a deadly whisper.

"No master!" Ron finally looked up. "Because I only belong to you!"

"And you would do well to remember that." His master walked up to him and stroked his cheek. "But . . . would you touch her if I ordered you to do so?"

"I-I . . . I don't know." Ron answered uncertainly.

"In that case . . . I order you to have sex with her . . . while I watch."

Ron didn't know what to say.

Hermione knew something was wrong when Ron came back in. He was only supposed to visit her after she had been punished, never at any other time.

"He's ordered me to have sex with you." Ron said before she could speak.

Hermione looked up in shock.

"Ron . . . no." she shook her head.

"I'm sorry." he said as he sat down next to her on the bed. He pulled her hair back from her face.

"What else?" Hermione winced.

"He's going to watch." Ron muttered.

Tears welled up in her eyes and she sighed. He gently stroked her cheek and wiped away her tears with the corner of her sheets.

"At least we won't have to worry about getting caught this time." Hermione whispered.

"And we won't have to worry about Bitsy getting clothes." Ron agreed.

Tears welled up in Hermione's eyes again.

"I don't want to do it." she cried, no longer able to hold back her tears.

"I know you don't love." he said wiping away her tears. He wanted to hold and comfort Hermione, but a fear of Voldemort suddenly gripped him and once again he was afraid to touch her. "I know."

Please read & review. I was thinking of maybe adding another chapter or two. If you think I should please tell me.