A/N: This is for my wonderful beta, Cai, who pointed out to me that songfics go far to fast. I'm (hoping) to turn this into the beging of and Arc. First beng Rape Me (This story, once it's finished...) Then You Can Still Be Free (Paralell universe to this one, Draco's perspective during this time) and finally, I Don't Know You Anymore (Sequal, Harry's perspective.) I've got a lot of writting... Meep.
The song "Rape Me" belongs to Nirvana.
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//Rape me, my friend\\
//Rape me again\\
Ron sat on his bed, the sheets beneath him a crimson that was too dark to be the Gryffindor colour. His fifteen-year-old frame was shaking, only partially cover by torn and thin boxers. His long arms were curled around his body in self comfort. Beside him was the still warm patch where he had been brutally thrown down. His red hair was messy, sweat making it stick to his face and blood making it clump together in other spots. All together, he was a wreck. Tears stung his scratched face as he stood. Ron cried out in pain as he collapsed again. He stretched his arms in front of him and pulled his body forward.
After a few more scratches and burns, Ron made it into the bathroom. Still on the ground, he turned the hot water on, sliding his body under it. His boxers became a dark shade of blue as they were soaked by the water. The open wounds on his body burned as the water made contact, making Ron hiss in intense pain. He tilted his head to the side, letting his neck be exposed to the hot stream of water. The liquid hit the bruise on it. Harry's mark of possession. Ron let his head fall back against the floor, the loud crack echoing in his ears.
~If I just lay here.... Everything'll go away...~ Ron sprawled out, his body forming a lopsided star. He heard a soft sigh. He opened one blue eye, looking towards the door.
"Up." A pale hand grabbed his shoulder, sending a bolt of electricity through his veins, and heaved his body up. "Weasley, put your arm around me if you can't stand. I'm not going to crack my head open on the tile." Ron hesitantly put his arm over Draco Malfoy's shoulders. Together they hobbled to the Slytherin dungeons.
When they finally made it into Draco's dorm, Ron was placed heavily onto Draco's bed. The blonde growled slightly as he grabbed the bottle beside his bed. After explaining to the redhead that, 'yes, it will sting', Draco touched a cloth covered in the foul smelling liquid to Ron's chest. The tall boy whimpered, biting his lip.
"Up." Ron obeyed. Draco did the same to Ron's back as he had just done to his chest. Ron's sharp teeth dug into his lip. ~It's nothing like what they say it is... Supposed to be coppery.... I wasn't normal to begin with... Maybe my blood is different too...~ Draco turned the redhead towards him. "Sit." The calm blue eyes filled with fear. Ron sank to his knees, bending over the edge of the mattress. He clutched the sheets for dear life. ~Gods... Please don't let Harry know. He'll be mad then. And... When Harry's mad...~ A soft hand touched the base of Ron's spine. "Come on, stand up." Ron blinked, his face pure confusion as he, again, stood. "Sit on the bed. Or a chair if you want, just... Just sit normally, okay?"
The blonde crawled onto his bed, crossing his legs underneath him, and faced the other boy. Ron looked around the dorm room. He found a silvery sheet and grabbed it. Sitting beside Draco, he clutched the soft sheet to his chest, covering his body. Draco sighed again, grabbing a few of the soft quilts underneath his bed. He, to Ron's surprise, gently wrapped them around the still-wet boy. A moment of awkward silence passed, Ron trying to soak up the warmth the spell heated covers brought, and Draco trying to think of how to phrase his thoughts.
"Weasley," Draco's voice came out more harshly than he wanted and he cringed as Ron shied away slightly. "R... Ron," The name felt strange on Draco's tongue, "This is the third time, this week, that I've found you half-dead in the shower stall, nearly drowning. Why? Finnagin and Goyle have both told me they've found you the same way." Ron's only anwser was the shaking of his lanky body. "Weasley, if you don't want the damn help I'm offering then you'll be dead in a matter of days. No one else is offering up to take you from the damn stalls anymore." Ron burrowed further into the covers.
"Harry'll be mad if I'm not back soon. I don't want to make him mad." The redhead's arms worked their way out from the warm quilts. Ron ruefully unwrapped himself and stood from the bed. He handed the Warmth back to Draco.
"Keep it." After the last two words, the smaller boy turned away. Ron smiled inside, if only for a moment. He had the Warmth now. He had the Warmth. Wrapping the quilt around his body, he scuttled to the Evil Dorm as it was oh-so fondly called.
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Harry glared angrily at the redhead as he walked in the door. Ron's breathing stopped, his heart hammered against his chest, and his body froze. The black haired boy grabbed the quilt wrapped around Ron's frame and yanked it away. He slammed the door shut, managing to pin Ron against it at the same time, and put one hand on the other boy's chest.
"Taking things from Malfoy?" Harry held the quilt, the Warmth, up. His normally green eyes were near black. Ron's throat was dry and sore, screaming had left it raw and pure fear had let it dry out. "I'm disappointed. Seamus said you were being a good little whore, and when I come back to give you your reward, you aren't here." Harry's hot breath coasted across Ron's face. Ron's eyes were wide as Harry stepped away from him. "Down. Now." Ron whimpered as he walked towards his bed. A sharp pain went through his body as Harry lashed out, his belt buckle hitting Ron's back.
Ron bit his lip to keep from crying out. He laid on the bed, his face burried in his pillow. He could feel another rip go through his boxers as Harry yanked them off. His broken body barely responded to Harry's mockingly soft touches. A pained, animal scream emerged from his dry lips as another piece of his heart and soul was torn away.
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Ron shivered. The covers from his bed had been taken, Harry had skillfully hidden them while he was passed out, and the cold from the fall didn't help. The quilt Draco had given him lay in shreds around his bed, the dark green fabric bunched into small balls. With a shaking hand, Ron grabbed one of the larger peices, his hand being warmed by it. It was just large enough to cover him if he curled into a tight ball. He felt guilt wrap around his heart.
~I betrayed Harry. I wasn't supposed to leave the dorm. I deserved to be punished.~ The redhead couldn't hold back the cold tear that ran down his cheek. ~I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to make you mad. I... I won't do it again. I promise.~ And with that thought, Ron fell asleep. His poor heart offered to Harry to destroy over and over.
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TBC
A/N: Okay... so Regret beta'd this chapter... But, still, this is for Cai. Hi, love! Please, ya'll, reveiw. It'd mean a lot to me.
The song "Rape Me" belongs to Nirvana.
~*~
//Rape me, my friend\\
//Rape me again\\
Ron sat on his bed, the sheets beneath him a crimson that was too dark to be the Gryffindor colour. His fifteen-year-old frame was shaking, only partially cover by torn and thin boxers. His long arms were curled around his body in self comfort. Beside him was the still warm patch where he had been brutally thrown down. His red hair was messy, sweat making it stick to his face and blood making it clump together in other spots. All together, he was a wreck. Tears stung his scratched face as he stood. Ron cried out in pain as he collapsed again. He stretched his arms in front of him and pulled his body forward.
After a few more scratches and burns, Ron made it into the bathroom. Still on the ground, he turned the hot water on, sliding his body under it. His boxers became a dark shade of blue as they were soaked by the water. The open wounds on his body burned as the water made contact, making Ron hiss in intense pain. He tilted his head to the side, letting his neck be exposed to the hot stream of water. The liquid hit the bruise on it. Harry's mark of possession. Ron let his head fall back against the floor, the loud crack echoing in his ears.
~If I just lay here.... Everything'll go away...~ Ron sprawled out, his body forming a lopsided star. He heard a soft sigh. He opened one blue eye, looking towards the door.
"Up." A pale hand grabbed his shoulder, sending a bolt of electricity through his veins, and heaved his body up. "Weasley, put your arm around me if you can't stand. I'm not going to crack my head open on the tile." Ron hesitantly put his arm over Draco Malfoy's shoulders. Together they hobbled to the Slytherin dungeons.
When they finally made it into Draco's dorm, Ron was placed heavily onto Draco's bed. The blonde growled slightly as he grabbed the bottle beside his bed. After explaining to the redhead that, 'yes, it will sting', Draco touched a cloth covered in the foul smelling liquid to Ron's chest. The tall boy whimpered, biting his lip.
"Up." Ron obeyed. Draco did the same to Ron's back as he had just done to his chest. Ron's sharp teeth dug into his lip. ~It's nothing like what they say it is... Supposed to be coppery.... I wasn't normal to begin with... Maybe my blood is different too...~ Draco turned the redhead towards him. "Sit." The calm blue eyes filled with fear. Ron sank to his knees, bending over the edge of the mattress. He clutched the sheets for dear life. ~Gods... Please don't let Harry know. He'll be mad then. And... When Harry's mad...~ A soft hand touched the base of Ron's spine. "Come on, stand up." Ron blinked, his face pure confusion as he, again, stood. "Sit on the bed. Or a chair if you want, just... Just sit normally, okay?"
The blonde crawled onto his bed, crossing his legs underneath him, and faced the other boy. Ron looked around the dorm room. He found a silvery sheet and grabbed it. Sitting beside Draco, he clutched the soft sheet to his chest, covering his body. Draco sighed again, grabbing a few of the soft quilts underneath his bed. He, to Ron's surprise, gently wrapped them around the still-wet boy. A moment of awkward silence passed, Ron trying to soak up the warmth the spell heated covers brought, and Draco trying to think of how to phrase his thoughts.
"Weasley," Draco's voice came out more harshly than he wanted and he cringed as Ron shied away slightly. "R... Ron," The name felt strange on Draco's tongue, "This is the third time, this week, that I've found you half-dead in the shower stall, nearly drowning. Why? Finnagin and Goyle have both told me they've found you the same way." Ron's only anwser was the shaking of his lanky body. "Weasley, if you don't want the damn help I'm offering then you'll be dead in a matter of days. No one else is offering up to take you from the damn stalls anymore." Ron burrowed further into the covers.
"Harry'll be mad if I'm not back soon. I don't want to make him mad." The redhead's arms worked their way out from the warm quilts. Ron ruefully unwrapped himself and stood from the bed. He handed the Warmth back to Draco.
"Keep it." After the last two words, the smaller boy turned away. Ron smiled inside, if only for a moment. He had the Warmth now. He had the Warmth. Wrapping the quilt around his body, he scuttled to the Evil Dorm as it was oh-so fondly called.
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Harry glared angrily at the redhead as he walked in the door. Ron's breathing stopped, his heart hammered against his chest, and his body froze. The black haired boy grabbed the quilt wrapped around Ron's frame and yanked it away. He slammed the door shut, managing to pin Ron against it at the same time, and put one hand on the other boy's chest.
"Taking things from Malfoy?" Harry held the quilt, the Warmth, up. His normally green eyes were near black. Ron's throat was dry and sore, screaming had left it raw and pure fear had let it dry out. "I'm disappointed. Seamus said you were being a good little whore, and when I come back to give you your reward, you aren't here." Harry's hot breath coasted across Ron's face. Ron's eyes were wide as Harry stepped away from him. "Down. Now." Ron whimpered as he walked towards his bed. A sharp pain went through his body as Harry lashed out, his belt buckle hitting Ron's back.
Ron bit his lip to keep from crying out. He laid on the bed, his face burried in his pillow. He could feel another rip go through his boxers as Harry yanked them off. His broken body barely responded to Harry's mockingly soft touches. A pained, animal scream emerged from his dry lips as another piece of his heart and soul was torn away.
~*~
Ron shivered. The covers from his bed had been taken, Harry had skillfully hidden them while he was passed out, and the cold from the fall didn't help. The quilt Draco had given him lay in shreds around his bed, the dark green fabric bunched into small balls. With a shaking hand, Ron grabbed one of the larger peices, his hand being warmed by it. It was just large enough to cover him if he curled into a tight ball. He felt guilt wrap around his heart.
~I betrayed Harry. I wasn't supposed to leave the dorm. I deserved to be punished.~ The redhead couldn't hold back the cold tear that ran down his cheek. ~I'm sorry, Harry. I didn't mean to make you mad. I... I won't do it again. I promise.~ And with that thought, Ron fell asleep. His poor heart offered to Harry to destroy over and over.
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TBC
A/N: Okay... so Regret beta'd this chapter... But, still, this is for Cai. Hi, love! Please, ya'll, reveiw. It'd mean a lot to me.