*Note: This was inspired by a Billy Idol song. I own nothing associated with Billy Idol or Harry Potter.
"Shut up!"
"H--"
"No – not another word. Not a scream. Not a whimper."
"H--"
"You stupid little bitch! I warned you – now you're going to pay."
The sharp crack of flesh on flesh rang out through the still night followed by an agonized moan.
"No moaning either. God, what a weak-willed little ginger maggot you are."
Another sharp crack rang out through the dark night followed by an almost-stifled moan.
"One would almost think you like it," mused the cruel voice of Ron's tormentor.
Once. Twice. Three times the harsh sound of braided leather striking soft flesh rent the night. The sudden and deafening silence was abruptly broken by the chiming of a clock – midnight. Each chime punctuated by Ron's harsh breathing. Tears ran down his freckled cheeks. Defeat. It was simply too much.
With a rebel yell, he cried "More. More. More."
For once his tormentor smiled – a kind smile – and obliged.
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"What a mess," came Harry's amused voice from the darkness.
"Shut up!" groaned the still-recovering Ron.
"Tut tut. I though I told you not to talk."
"H-"
Ron's words were cut off by Harry.
"You know, I don't think Ron has been properly trained."
"I know, I know. But he's just… so much fun to play with, Harry!"
The voice's owner, and Ron's tormentor, had the grace to blush as this was admitted.
"Awww. I think you like him, Hermione."