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Ron Weasley wasn't the type to be adventurous. No he'd much rather play the part of a loving friend. A sidekick. He loves being just a sidekick. "Let Harry do all the hard stuff." He would often say.
But now something was different. He wanted to make a difference. Sidekick no more. He was going to make a difference.
His heart rate quickened. Now that he was here, he was a bit nervous. I mean, he was going to confront you-know-who head on. It's probably the dumbest thing he will or has done in his life. He wanted to show everyone just how great he could be.
Ronald Weasley.
He walked up to the door leading to the house where Voldemort was rumored to be. Well here goes nothing.
He gathered all his courage and knocked once.
Twice.
Thrice.
He went to knock a fourth time when the door was ripped open.
"Well what is it boy?" A voice sharply asked.
The ginger struggled to find his own voice as he stared at the god like man that was before him. This tall, muscular, and shirtless man had to be him. He was nothing like Ron had imagined. He had thought he was going to be scary, but he was rather hot.
Ron never thought himself to be gay. But the tightening in his pants seemed to be saying otherwise.
He spoke again, "Well boy what are you doing here?"
Ron turned bright red, starting from his ears, and spreading to his face, "I want to become a death eater!"
Voldemort just deadpanned, "But aren't you friends with Potter?"
Ron nodded, "Yeah but I hate Harry! I want to be with you!" He let his sentence linger, before adding, "Dark Master."
Voldemort grew still, was this a trap? Then he regained composure, even if it was, this boy could be killed very easily, and he was kinda cute. Voldemort shook his head, no time for thoughts like that. I am the Dark Lord.
"Well, come on in young boy."
Ron stumbled inside. The inside was not like he was expecting either. It was all red leather and reminded him of 50 Shades of Grey. The book itself didn't come out yet. But he saw it in his crystal ball in Psychic class.
"Well take a seat boy."
Ron obeyed his new dark master.
"Now listen here boy," Ron had trouble focusing at the sight of his bare chest. It was glistening. Maybe he just worked out. Maybe he just always sparkled like that. In the light of the inside, Ron could clearly see how pale this man was.
He was like a marble statue, something to be adored and worshipped.
"...And that's what being a death eater means."
"Huh," Ron turned red again.
I couldn't get over how cute he was. All of those red freckles and hair. I wanted him. But he is just A CHILD! My internal voice screamed at me. But it was too late, "Hey kid, do you want to play with the dark lord's magic wand."
I looked up at my new master, "Sure," I didn't know what his wand had to do with it, but I didn't care. I was probably going to see something that none of his other followers had ever seen. The tightening sensation in my pants only got worse.
Voldemort advanced towards Ron. He pressed his blushing lips onto Ron's face. A small moan escaped the child's lips. Voldemort brought warm, passionate lips to Ron's fearful, cold lips. Then he brought it to my ear, "Say my name."
His whispers sent chills down my spine. I couldn't do that. That would go against everything I had ever learned. "Say my name child!" He said it again, more forceful this time.
Ron still didn't, "SAY MY NAME!"
"Voldemort."
A moan escaped Voldemort's lips as a lump appeared in his tight leather pants. After he cooled down, he looked at Ron.
"You're mine now bitch."
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BECKY