Part Ten
For: HRM-J, and madyashiefan(n.l.i.)
Series: Harry Potter
Pairing: Blaise/Ron, Harry/Draco
Request: continue "Claims"
Word Count: 1867
NOTE: coupla warnings this chapter.
-Ron gets naked. Nothing happens (mind out of the gutter, people), but he does strip in front of people
-one of those people is Snape. For those of you who don't approve, well - who else was Blaise going to go to? And Ron was warned, and he still agreed.
I...think that's it. :/ The whole chapter is basically Ron getting the infidelity charms placed on him. It took a while because I wasn't quite sure how I wanted it to work. ;
"You do realize that this is highly irregular, and that you should be asking your father for the proper spells to keep your…bride…in line, should they be necessary?"
I nodded. "I wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible."
"And why is it that you aren't simply keeping a tighter leash on him? I'm certain it would be easier to move him into the dungeons – not that I like the idea of having a foul Gryffindor in our midst. Bound for trouble, the lot of them."
"I didn't want to move down here, all right?" Ron snapped, face red. "I'm not some slut."
Woah. Back up. Where had that come from?
"We were not insinuating that you were. It is not improper to move in with one's intended – or were you hoping for other offers?" Apparently, Snape was thinking along the same lines as I was. The 'slut' comment was still throwing me for a loop though – had the mudblood said something? I knew the muggles didn't think the same way we did, but surely this…aversion couldn't come from that.
He looked away, not answering.
"Pathetic," Snape sneered. I hoped he wasn't about to do something rash – he didn't approve of ignorance at the best of times, and considering how many stunts Potter and his friends got into…perhaps it would have been better to owl father, or ask Umbridge. Although I'm not sure I would be comfortable going to the toad for this. "And I've no doubt that, if I assigned you an essay for it, Granger would be the one to complete it for you."
Thankfully, Ron didn't even try to answer it as if it had been a question.
"I thought so. Very well – to Pomphrey with the both of you; I don't want you cluttering up my office, and it will take some time for the spell to complete."
I frowned – I really didn't want more people involved than necessary. "Could we do it in the dorms, then?" I asked. "I'd rather not have rumors, if we can help it."
Snape waved us off, and I led my boy into the dorms for the second time.
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"Would you prefer a physical examination as proof of your…innocence…or the spell, Mr. Weasley?"
I couldn't believe that Snape was taking this so well – but then again, he was doing everything in his power to make this as uncomfortable for my little redhead as possible, and I had no doubt that he would be feeling it for some time to come.
Served him right for not doing as I asked. I still had to figure out why he thought it would make him a slut though – a conversation for another time.
"The spell," he finally grit out.
"Very well – remove your robes and bend over the side of the bed."
While Snape turned around so as not to see my little – well, maybe not so 'little' – lover-to-be, I didn't afford him the same privacy.
Seeing the freckles stand out on his pale cheeks was much better – until he said, firmly, "No."
"I beg your pardon?" Snape snapped around, robes twisting around his ankles, and he was pissed.
Ron gulped, but stood his ground. "I'm not going to take off my clothes to show you anything – you're a teacher."
One black eyebrow raised on said teacher's face. "And did this fact not occur to you before Mr. Zambini brought you to my office, Mr. Weasley?"
"Well I certainly didn't think I'd have to strip!"
"Ten points from Gryffindor for yelling at a teacher, and twenty more for your insinuations. Now strip, or I'm certain that Mr. Zambini will be more than happy to take you to the ministry to have them apply the spells, and you will be serving me in detention for the next month for wasting my time." He turned back around. "I have no desire to see your face, much less your bare body, for any longer than necessary," he bit out, as if finally deciding that it was necessary.
My boy still seemed uncertain. "Look, I'll move into the dorms, all right? I can deal."
"Too late for that, Mr. Weasley," Snape cut him off before he could say anymore. "You have already agreed to this, and I see fit to enforce your decision. Now if you don't hurry up and do as I've asked, Mr. Zambini would be more than willing to help you, I'd guess."
I grinned – I knew that Snape would be the perfect one for this. Others would have caved when he'd started showing doubt, but Snape…he hated Ron too much for that. He was going to see this through to the end.
Reluctantly, Ron shed his robe, and his shirt, and his shoes – stripped all the way to his boxers, and then turned to face the bed. Reluctantly, he started to bend over the side – just before I banished his boxers. He jumped at the sudden disappearance of the last of his covering. "What the – "
"You can't have your boxers on during the spell, Ronald," I told him sternly, watching as he pulled my pillow off the bed to cover himself.
I must say that I was impressed – it was the first time I'd seen him without anything on, and his body was nothing to scoff at. Which was why I'd chosen him, of course. My cute, adorable, little red riding hood.
Who was currently red-faced with anger.
I sighed. "Look, you can climb on the bed and curl around that pillow if you'd like – I really don't care – " the words had no sooner left my mouth than they were followed, Ron clutching the pillow to his stomach like it was his last life line. He was whimpering as Snape turned around.
"Blaise, stand near his head," the professor commanded. "Let's try and get this over with quickly – oh, and Blaise?" I raised my head to look at him. "I'd appreciate it if word got around that I will do this for no one else, is that clear?" As clear as crystal – it was more than a request, it was more of a demand. I nodded. "Good. Oh, stop sniveling, Mr. Weasley, and spread your legs a bit."
There were tiny whimpers coming out of my boy's throat now that reality had begun to sink in.
I think he was under the impression that I wouldn't actually go through with it – or that Snape wouldn't. Not that I was exactly happy with letting someone else see my intended's bare skin, but this was Snape. He was old enough to be our father, so I really didn't see him…taking advantage of the situation.
Of course, spells like this were usually done by the father at birth. The practice had fallen out of habit, especially with males, but some high-class families still did so. Draco's mother, for example, had had the spell on her. On her wedding night it had broken, but only because it hadn't been attached to anyone and the marriage bond had overridden it.
He obviously couldn't feel it when Snape cast the first spell. There really was no way to prove that he was a virgin like that besides looking for the residue of a previous encounter or a loosening of his passage. From what I knew of the spell, I only knew that it meant he was healthy. "No residue," Snape said, causing Ron to jump at the sound of his voice.
I myself was surprised that the spell was wordless – then again, that was always an advantage for Healers.
"Hold out your hand, Mr. Zambini," he commanded, conjuring a pair of boxers on my boy. "Mr. Weasley, roll over and lay under his hand. Feet flat on the bed, knees bent and your legs spread."
Feeling somewhat safer now that he was at least partially clothed, Ron complied. He still looked heated though – I couldn't tell if it was embarrassment or anger.
"What I'm going to set up is a warning spell with set limits – anytime Mr. Weasley goes beyond the limits deemed appropriate for an unwed bride, Mr. Zambini will know of it." He waved his wand in the beginnings of a spell. "Mr. Weasley, repeat after me: I, Ronald Weasley, intended bride of Blaise Zambini."
The words echoed from Ron's mouth, and I stared forward at our professor, wondering what limits he would set.
Perhaps I should have thought this through a bit more – discussed it with him.
"Do hereby accept these limits for myself, outside my intended marriage." It was a bit odd, to hear the words echoing – and then I realized that it wasn't just Ron's voice I was hearing, but an echo of Ron's voice. The magic was beginning to take shape. "I will not willingly allow another to enter me. I will not willingly allow another to touch my genitals, unless medically necessary." I almost breathed a sigh of relief at that exception – if something happened, I wouldn't want him to lose that precious bit of anatomy, despite how embarrassed he looked saying the words. "I will willingly not use my mouth on another man or woman's genitals, nor will I willing allow another to use his or her mouth on mine. Should I break these set limits, my intended will know of my infidelity, and can punish me as he sees fit. I hereby pledge my innocence to my intended."
Ron was pale by the end, and I was feeling extraordinarily proud of myself. I had won more than I'd hoped for – the ability to punish, a warning should he fool around with anyone, and a guarantee of his virginity.
Severus moved his wand and tapped it on the inner thigh of each of Red's legs, before touching it to my hand. I could see the light pink triangle it made as he closed it with a last touch to an inner thigh, and then the line of magic shifted, moving to Red's chest and seeping into his skin. I felt a tingling in my palm, and looked to see a mirror triangle nested there, before it vanished.
"Now that the two of you have thoroughly disgusted me, I'll take my leave." He was halfway to the door before his words even registered. "I recommend you not move until the dizziness leaves you Mr. Weasley – and detention, also, Mr. Weasley, for disrupting my schedule. Thursday after dinner."
He was gone, slamming the door behind him.
I didn't quite blame him for being angry – after all, it's not like he could have refused us. My father has enough connections to bring the accusations of his service to the dark up again, and sentenced to Azkaban. Compared to that, seeing a Weasley nearly naked – at least, I hope it was still 'nearly' – was probably a tough pill to swallow, but still manageable.
I slapped Ron's wrist as he started to move. "Not until after the spell settles," I scolded – then realized, belatedly, that he hadn't had a chance to eat anything. "I'll call a houself to bring you up some food."
Inside, I nearly cried for joy.
Ron, my feisty little red fox, was mine.