Chapter 8

Eyes, dark eyes full of a blinding hate looked on with determined measure born of wrath. they looked, hidden well under a disillusionment charm. The eyes stared, long and hard at its intended quarry, a tall lean figure with short blond hair. He watched as Draco walked out of his home and began walking down the street. He watched as he approached his position and right before he was on top of him Ron held out his borrowed wand and sent the most powerful stunning spell he could muster straight through Dracos chest.

He was lifted off his feet and was sent soaring five feet back. Unconscious before he hit the floor. Ron pounced on him and hastily picked him up and apprated quickly away.

Dracos head was throbbing, his vision blurred. He felt harsh fiber tied roughly around his wrists. He could see clearer now. It was dark, and cold, with just the slightest hint of little coming from somewhere above him. He looked around. He was in a small room, tied to a chair. It looked to be a basement of sorts. He couldn't see anyone but he could hear the sounds of footsteps on the ceiling above him.

Draco was not afraid, not really. He had been trained to deal with capture and harsh interrogation. And he felt deeply inside that his pursuits in recent years may lead him to a place like this sooner or later. He quickly looked around, trying to form the vague outlines of an escape plan. He looked down, he was still wearing his uniform. He tried desperately to reach his ankle, where he had stowed a small blade.

He was trying with all his strength when he heard a door open at the top of some dilapidated stairs off to his right. He heard slow and heavy feet lumbering down the stairs. He could see a figure emerge into the light and once he caught sight of dirty red hair the fires of his deadly anger was greatly stoked.

"Hello Malfoy, lovely seeing you again mate," Ron snidely said with a tone of contempt.

"Fuck you you sorry bastard," Draco seethed through gritted teeth.

"Tut tut, now Draco is that any way to greet your host," Ron asked through an evil smirk.

"Well to be honest I'd love to be rid of your company,, So now what," Draco asked with a cold stare.

"Oh you know this and that, trimming the fat. Saluting and singing, and bloody neck ringing," Ron said softly and slowly, nearly singing. He was swaying around in front Draco with a wild expression of unbridled joy and insanity.

It was then that Draco noted that Ron had indeed gone completely mad. It didn't surprise Draco, he knew what Harry had done to him.

Ron was still swaying, humming his light song of hellish madness. When he was finished he looked down at Draco and smiled, "In plain terms you miserable fucker, I'm going to kill you, your wife, and my lovely ex partner and his whore. It will be long, it will be hard and it will be very painful," Ron said in a voice full of quiet rage.

"Really," Draco answered casually, knowing better than to play this fools games by becoming angry, "care telling me how?"

"All in good time Malfoy, all in good time, but first," Ron said suddenly advancing on Draco, reaching up and in a violent motion ripping a piece of his hair out.

He pulled a flask from his pocket, opening it and dropping the follicles in. A silvery smoke rose from the flask and evaporated. Ron swirled the mixture around and took a long drought.

Draco watched in horror as Ron began to shake and convulse as his red hair turned white. His body changed as his chest and arms began expanding, filling out. Draco was now staring face to face with himself. He looked on as Ron began laughing in a perfect copy of Dracos body.

"Never did like the taste of polyjuice potion, but its a small price to pay to get a chance for a taste of something more appetizing. Like your tasty little wife. Um um um, I'll bet shes just Delicious," Ron said, a truly heinous and evil lust alive in his voice.

"Touch her and I'll rip your fucking heart out and feed it to you," Draco raged while now struggling full force against his bounds.

Ron pointed his wand and placed Draco in a full body bind, ceasing his struggling at once.

"Now that's better, and as for ripping my heart out believe me its been dead for years. Make no mistake," Ron said in what was now a terrifyingly serious voice, "I am going to kill you all for what you've done to me. My look at the time, I'll bet our partners beginning to worry. Well we can't have that, so I guess I'd be report for duty to the beloved Captain Potter."

Draco watched as his doppelganger strode to the stairs, stopping to shot him an evil grin and a chilling laugh, and then he was gone. Draco stared ahead still frozen and did something he had never done before. He prayed.

Authors Note: To all my fans let me say I am terribly sorry for being gone for so long. I have been so busy that its been hard finding time for such fulfilling pursuits such as this. But I have more free time now so I will be updating frequently, until then here's a short chapter to say I'm back, enjoy.