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Chapter 2
Snape's really quite Horrible Day -- (... not that yesterday was a good day either...)
(Author's notes: All right, I'm apologizing. YES, there is sex in this bit. If this is something that disturbs you incredibly but you are enjoying the story, SKIP THIS CHAPTER and go onto the next.... it's a nice bit about how they escape!! :D Don't worry, you'll be able to pick off fine from there. You'll also be warned if I put any more sexual contact in. Okay? Good.
Warning: {Besides the sex...}Extreme Snape Angst ahead. {Read the title.})

The Muggles left them both quite alone for almost a day and a half before they took Severus away again. He hissed a Stay put, play dumb Weasley, you do it very well so keep it going' to Ron before they dragged him off.

He was growing quite tired of the routine actually, by the time they had decided to stop questioning him for the second time around. He was tired and drugged by the end of it, even though he was fairly sure that he at least kept somewhat coherent during it all. And sarcastic... full of witty personal barbs. He had been so sarcastic in fact that Agent Johnson had decided that he deserved some cuffs across the face to help convince him to smarten up.

The questioning had ended when one Agent Johnson (the one doing the questioning, not the cuffing) had asked him if he still believed he was a wizard, to which he had snarled that he obviously wasn't anymore or else he would have smeared them *and* their lousy muggle children across the walls *long* before now. The two Agents had exchanged glances and with a nod, the Johnson closest to him had stuck him with another needle and commanded the now familiar two unintelligent looking guards to lead him back to the cell.

Though he stubbornly hadn't shown any hint of weakness around the Muggles, he wasn't doing very well to say the least when he got back to the cell. The moment the guards left the room Severus had swayed slightly and had to put a hand against a wall to support himself.

Obviously the Muggles had pumped something distinctly harmful into him this time. He sucked in a shallow breath, continuing to sway slightly, even with his hand against the wall to steady himself. Pretty lights danced merrily in front of his eyes and he moaned.

It was some sort of potion, he reasoned dully. Though he had no idea what kind of potion it was...

He grimaced. e How depressingly ironic... he was Hogwart's Potion Master and he didn't even know what sort of potion the Muggles had forced into him. He gasped for yet another breath and wavered some more. Well, whatever it was, it wasn't doing much to help him keep standing. He also supposed the happy tingly feeling that was suddenly alighting his nerves wasn't natural either...

"Professor?!" A small scared voice reached his ears and he jerked his head up, focusing as best as he could on Weasley. Which was harder to do then he thought, the boy was swimming. Literally.

Even so, he still managed to keep a sane level of aloofness as he sunk to his knees. "Everything is FINE Weasley. Do not concern yourself..." And then he gracefully passed out.

"Professor?"

Go away, he thought miserably.

"Professor Snape?"

Severus cursed mentally, refusing to open his eyes at least for another couple of minutes, knowing damn well that it was Ron who was speaking. It would have been impossible to have spent the last couple of days in the same room as him and NOT known that voice like the back of his hand. Not that he had particularly wanted to....

"Professor." This time when Ron spoke, his voice sounded much more closer to his ear than he would have liked. Startled, Severus jerked his eyes open.

Ron wasn't quite as close as he had thought... his face was merely hovering about a foot above his face, concern written all over it. He sneered, and Ron broke into a half smile.

"You're awake." Ron noted.

Severus glowered a bit but didn't say anything.

"Um, right." Ron looked away from a moment, towards the door, then looked back again. "The guards..." Ron shuddered and looked uncomfortable for a second. "... brought some water for you."

It was only then that Severus realized just how thirsty he was. He was absolutely parched... perhaps it had something to do with the potion the Muggles gave him. Carefully he pushed himself up into a sitting position, taking the pro-offered Styrofoam cup from Ron's hands silently. He sniffed it, then tasted it. He was more than a little relieved to find that it actually really was just water.

Ron gave him another half smile, fidgeted briefly, then looked down again. A finger strayed to the concrete floor and began to draw long loopy circles on its surface.

Frowning Severus inspected the boy up and down from over his cup of good old water. He took another sip and looked him up and down again.

All right. He'd know those mannerisms from a student anywhere. "What *are* you hiding Weasley?!" He spat suddenly.

Ron nearly jumped out of his skin. "I-I-- Nothing!!" He stuttered. "Nothing." He said again more calmly.

Snape raised an eyebrow. He waited for a moment, but when no other information appeared to be forthcoming he continued. "I don't believe you Weasley for an instant!" he snarled, draining the rest of his cup in one gulp and tossing it aside. His lip curled. "You're wearing one of those looks that say "I just snuck out after dark and sabotaged a teacher's office Professor Snape, opps" or maybe "I didn't MEAN to steal all the toilet seats in the men's lavatory Professor Snape, opps" or maybe..."

Ron flushed brightly. "That was Fred and George!" He retorted.

Snape opened his mouth to retort swiftly and sarcastically, then stopped for a second. Ahhhh... so *that* was who had been stealing the toilet seats. He metally vowed to dock at least 30 points from each Gryffindor boy when-- *IF* he ever got back to Hogwarts. Trying to suppress his triumphant smile, he returned to the subject at hand. "YOU ARE ATTEMPTING TO CHANGE THE SUBJECT WEASLEY!!" He roared. "WHAT. ARE. YOU. HIDING??"

Ron didn't reply, but he had gone from flushing bright red to deathly white quite suddenly.

Severus was going to continue to lay into the boy when he heard what Ron could obviously already hear. Footsteps. Several of them.

Coming rapidly towards the room. Frowning, Severus glanced at Weasley, only to find the Gryffindor boy was pale and shaking slightly, his eyes wide as he stared at the door.

What on earth...?!

And then he wasn't given the opportunity to think any longer because the door of the room crashed open.

"What... what is the meaning of this?!" Snape demanded to know from where he stood at the back of the room. The guards, three of them this time (and all of them at least twice Severus' size) had entered the room and made straight for Ron, dragging him to the middle of the room where they attempted to make short work of the boys *cloths* of all things. And this was all before Severus could manage to re-hinge his jaw and demand an explanation.

"Can't you tell...?" The guard closest to Severus sneered. "OUCH!!" He backhanded Ron when the boy bit him on the arm... *hard*. A brief struggle broke out before the two men flanking Ron could bring him back under control again.

Snape noticed the boy was bleeding out of the corner of his mouth... his eyes snapped from the boy's face to the guard's again.

The guard on the right of Ron sighed. "Suppose he needs it spelt out for him," He said. Grinning he reached down and groped the boy roughly, enticing a howl and another futile struggle from Ron. The guard grinned at the other one. "Going to be fun breaking him in..." he commented cheerily.

Snape's jaw threatened to de-hinge again, but then he pulled himself together, his blood pounding in his ears. They could possibly be thinking of... from the desperate look Ron was giving him, they most certainly were. "Stop it," He snapped, swooping towards all three of them threateningly.

The guard merely grinned, and Severus caught sight of the flash of metal in his large hand, which made him freeze instantly. They have weapons....

He was acutely aware of the fact that without a weapon and without magic he had nothing to defend against them with...

Oh god...

He watched helplessly as the third guard reached down and began to undo the boy's pants. "We will..." The first guard motioned the other to stop... he merely paused. "We *might* consider not... taking *turns* riding this beautiful little piece of ass tonight..." He gave Severus a sick grin. "On one condition."

Deadly silence descended over the room.

"... Which would be *what*, exactly?" Snape replied in a low and dangerously hissed whisper. He was vaguely aware that he was shaking slightly... though with rage or what exactly, he wasn't quite sure...

The guard hesitated for a moment, taking the time to look Severus up and down. It was going to be hard to convince this man of anything, he decided abruptly. Let alone convince him of what he had been instructed to get going on here tonight.

It appeared that the drug that Agent's Johnson and Johnson had pumped into the man before returning him this afternoon wasn't working either. Which was going to make it all that much harder. It would be so easy to convince the man of doing this if there was even a hint of lust burning in those eyes... instead of the pure ice that was cutting into him now.

For some reason he had a feeling this would fail incredibly... and he *really* didn't feel like playing with a teenaged boy tonight. Damn it. The things he did for his country. He swore very softly under his breath then pasted the grin back on to his face and proceeded to tell the black clad sneering man exactly what he had to do to save the boy's precious little ass...

Do it himself.

For a moment all Severus could do was stare. Perhaps he hadn't heard the Muggle right. Perhaps the potion the Muggles had given him earlier was still affecting him, goodness knows he felt very close to swaying over. "W-what?" He repeated through bloodless lips.

"You heard me," the crass guard repeated. He laid a fat beefy hand on one of Ron's butt cheeks, giving it a very deliberate squeeze, wringing an odd half gasp, half choked sob from the boy.

For another moment it was all Severus could do but stare, until he finally sneered, turning away very deliberately. "Do what you want with him," He said coldly. His eyes fluttered shut and he felt an odd wrench on his insides, but he had no other choice. His hands balled with fury at his sides, at his helplessness, at this situation. Damn *it*...

Surprisingly enough it was Ron's voice that broke through the haze that was rapidly developing over his senses. "You... you coward!" the boy spat with complete vehemence. Severus' eyes snapped back open. "Harry was right about you!" Ron continued angrily. "You really *are* pathetic! Only thinking about yourself..." his young voice cracked.

Something inside of Severus seemed to crack as well. He was turned back around and was nose to nose with Weasley in an instant. "Do you realize what you are saying?!" He hissed at him. "Do you realize what they want?" He drew himself up, glaring down at the boy from where he trembled minutely from between the two burly men. He screwed his face up into the most terrible grimace possible. "Do you really want this?!"

"I DON'T WANT THIS!!" Ron screamed at him. He struggled against the arms that held him with a new vigor, then slumped, defeated, when once again nothing gave.

For a long moment the teacher eyed his student. With a dawning realization Severus saw what Ron had wanted him to see... that the boy was scared... scared that Severus - a person who he didn't necessarily like at all - but at least was familiar with would leave him to be... taken by force by several strangers. Under such odds he would probably choose the same... or maybe not. If only he weren't such a *private* person...

He shut his eyes for another fleeting moment before opening them again. "Fine then," he growled. He drew himself up and then pointed from the guards to the door with one long bony finger. "Out." He ordered, his voice a contemptuous hiss.

The guards glanced at each other then nodded, simultaneously released Ron and backtracked towards the door. They had done their duty, Snape supposed. Got across the message they had wanted to. Leaving Severus to...

He drew in a quick breath between his teeth. *How* could he be expected to-- the door fell shut behind the guards with a bang.

Oh *god*....

Scowling, Snape turned his attention back to Weasley, only to find the boy rooted to the spot, his eyes closed. His hands were balled into little fists, and he didn't appear to be breathing very well at all.

Snape raised an eyebrow. Perhaps he wished to kill him. ... That would only be expected from a Weasley....

Oh for heavens sake...

"They told you." Snape finally whispered softly at him. It wasn't a question really.

Ron shook his head a slight bit and his fists clenched and reclenched at his sides. "Just... threatened."

Pale lips parted, then spoke. "I'm sorry." And he was...

Ron shrugged.

Snape groaned, pressing a palm against his forehead. He began to pace. This was definitely one situation he had never EVER wished to be in. "I... I won't--" he began vehemently.

Ron swayed a slight bit where he stood, then steadied, reopening his eyes. "You must!" he said desperately from between clenched teeth. "Or else they'll come back, and then they'll--" his voice rose hysterically.

The boy had misinterpreted him. "Enough!" Snape ground out, breaking out of his pace and stalking forwards towards the boy swiftly. "Be quiet Weasley for goodness sakes! You never stop talking do you?" He had meant to sound sarcastic and cruel, but there was a hint of desperation in his voice that he had never intended to let in there.

Ron fell silent and looked away.

"Better." Severus glowered. He glared at the boy for a long moment then cast a fleeting glance upwards towards the Muggle recording device in the corner, giving it a look much worse than any he had ever given either Potter...

Agent Johnson was watching that particular recording device at the time. He merely raised an eyebrow and glanced at his watch. "You have two hours," he muttered under his breath. With that he left the monitor and made his way towards the coffee machine. He had quite a night in front of him.

Which was nothing in comparison to the night that Severus was having...

The Potions Master was just about to return to pacing when he realized that he was merely stalling. Which stopped him short. The more he stalled the more chances there were that the Muggles would come back and try to make good on their threat. And though he was relatively good at spotting an empty threat, this one hadn't seemed quite so empty. They would do it. *That* was enough to make his blood boil with rage. He supposed it was instinct developed from being a teacher, (however reluctantly,) for so many years... what kind of person, Muggle or not, used children...?!

People like him apparently.

Best to get it over with then. Lip curling with extreme distaste, Severus stalked forward suddenly, grasping one of Ron's wrists.

There. He was doing it. For the first time in his life he was touching a student with the intent to harm. Deep inside of himself he shuddered, but then he gritted his teeth, steeling himself. He still had a lot further to go tonight, no sense getting cold feet now. If wasn't as if he hadn't done worse things...

He winced. He really didn't want to think about *that* right now.

Grimacing, he pulled the hapless boy forward, marching him right to the very back of the room. And besides a preliminary little yelp of surprise, Ron followed him with no further protests on his part.

Which was good. Grasping the boy by his shoulders, Severus turned him about and pressed him up against the wall, then paused, studying him to gauge his reactions.

Ron was looking somewhere off of his shoulder, his face so pale that his freckles stood out harshly and his breathing was still irregular. For not the first time Severus was gripped with a sense of the utter wrongness of the situation.... Ron was a student. His *student*....

And then he realized what he had to do to get himself through this. "Ron," he whispered softly, grasping the boy's chin hard and bringing his head up so that his wide eyes met Severus'. He forced his voice to be kind... it may be the last time that night that he acted somewhat civilly. "Ron, listen to me," He said. He lowered his voice so that only Ron could hear him. "From this moment on, I am no longer your teacher, do you understand me?"

Ron's eyes narrowed slightly, then he nodded quickly.

"Think of me of anyone else you'd wish..." Severus' eyes glinted and he sneered. "A Deatheater even."
From the fleeting horrified look on Ron's face, Severus figured that there *was* something in the world more awful to Ron than his nasty old Potions teacher. It was really too bad that Severus was both.

Ron gulped and nodded again.

"Good," Snape murmured darkly. And then he kissed him.

For a moment he thought the boy was going to try to break away and make it extremely hard for him to continue without forcing him. He was quite surprised when he didn't. Maybe... maybe Ron had more guts than even his friend Harry gave him credit for. Or maybe he was just afraid that the guards were going to come back and drag him off...

He continued to kiss him, concentrating intently. It may have surprised the vast majority of his students (especially the ones he constantly docked points from for public displays of affection) but he did know, psychologically at least, what he was doing. And he had a fairly keen idea of where to touch a person to evoke a response of some sort...

He nibbled at his lower lip, running his hands lightly up and down his arms. After a moment or so the reluctant mouth opened underneath his assault and he pushed inside gently. He allowed his tongue to explore the boy's mouth slowly, giving him time to adjust. For the longest while Ron just took it, until he finally felt the boy's tongue move hesitantly against his.

Good. Keeping his touch feather light, he ran his fingers along the boy's arms to under his rib cage and finally settled them on his cotton-clad hips, guiding his body forwards to press up against him. He held him there for a moment, then let him go again, breaking the kiss long enough to get a quick glance at the boy's face.

He was surprised yet again. Instead of wearing an ill look on his face- which Severus would have expected- or gazing at him horrified, which he also would have expected, Ron's eyes were merely closed. As for the expression on his face, he looked as if he were only concentrating very hard on something...

Snape blinked, astounded. Score another one for Gryffindor courage... the boy was trying. He was actually *trying*... to learn, or at very least make it so that the experience was a lot less forced...

He managed a sour smile and leaned forwards again, this time his mouth moving unerringly to the boys neck. He then proceeded to pick up the pace, his hands trailing off the boy's hips and around to the front of him...

And then Ron Weasley let out and odd yelping sound that had a little less to do with fear and a little more to do with pleasure...

Agent Johnson turned away from the monitor in disgust. "I've seen enough." He announced. "There's enough evidence there to put him away for the rest of his life..." He paused significantly. "Terrorist or not." It was a weighted comment... they weren't quite sure if the prisoners were terrorists or not in the first place. But in any ordinary situation both would have been dead by now... whether their intentions were benign or not.

Unfortunately for both of the prisoners, Agent Johnson was of the personal opinion that a little child molestation was enough to sway any jury into believing anything about anybody. And on the same note a little child molestation, if played right, could grab a jury's sympathy towards the victim.

The other Agent Johnson must have agreed, at least he didn't offer up any protest. He also did not seem very willing to look away from the monitor. He winced as the man dressed in black got in a particularly good grope. "What about the boy?" He muttered.

Agent Johnson shrugged. "Slap him with six month's therapy and send him back to England with our condolences. Nobody's going to say anything about him."

Back in the room Severus was having a rather rough time of it.

If anything he attempted to perform mechanically, determined to keep an air of clinical detachment from the boy even as he stripped him of most of his clothes. Keeping his distance from the situation was considerably easier said than done when he had to get both of them excited somehow.

He was having extreme difficulties, a fact that irritated him. He was a Deatheater for crying out loud! He could do this!

At least when he was a Deatheater he never had to *touch* anyone, he thought vehemently. At least not touch anyone in a remotely *pleasant* manner that is.

He sighed mentally at himself and abruptly brought his thoughts back to the task at hand... which included biting gently at the newly exposed skin, evoking another soft moan from Ron. At least Ron had seemed to have progressed past the point of making a huge objection... thank goodness it wasn't all *that* hard to manipulate teenaged hormones....

He already had one hand working on freeing the boy of his pants as he mouthed down the rest of the boy's lanky chest, moving unerringly towards his-- lower extremities. It was only when he pulled the cotton free of thin hips that he heard a fearful gasp from Ron. "P-professor..." He began, in a voice that shook with uncharacteristic uncertainty for a Weasley.

Snape chose to ignore him and set about doing... *pleasant* things with his mouth. Even though he could feel beneath the hands he had resting on the boy's hips that he was shaking slightly, he offered up no further protest.

He also took amazingly little time to spend, and when he did he did so soundlessly. Swallowing down the bitter liquid, Snape allowed himself a few moments to recover -- he was feeling quite light headed himself -- before he spoke.

"See?" he gasped hoarsely. "That wasn't so..." He paused.

There was no reply... not a whimper-- nothing. "Ron?"

The boy was sagging against him. Puzzled, Severus looked up to inspect the boy, only to see his head was lolled to the side, eyes closed and his expression peaceful enough...

Severus stood up abruptly, or at least tried to, his head swimming dangerously. Shutting his eyes he pressed himself half against the wall and half against the boy and waited for the dizzy spell to pass before he opened them again. "Ron?" He questioned again quietly, reaching out and fingering the boy's face with a concerned hand.

No reply and Ron's jaw was slack under his hand. He was still breathing... but he... he was quite... unconscious. Snape was absolutely stunned. That was the first time he had ever known someone, student or not, *wizard* or not, who could make themselves pass out just to disassociate themselves from a situation...

He couldn't even do that! ... It hadn't been that bad had it? He hadn't even gotten to the nasty parts yet...

He felt a sudden wave of compassion for the boy. Carefully he grasped the boy's shoulders and guided his limp body down to the floor, laying him down gently and tugging his pants back into place. He at least could give him that much, he decided. Modesty. And he wasn't about to do much else with him tonight... if any Muggles had any protests he would tell them exactly what he thought about them and their sick hobbies... (before he killed them with his own hands or died trying...!) He *wasn't* about to play with an unconscious body...

But...

Rage swiftly turned into regret. The damage had already been done hadn't it? A fleetingly remorseful look took to his face as he settled down next to Ron. There wasn't much chance he was going to be able to remedy this awful situation... unless of course Professor Dumbledore decided to take pity on the boy and wiped his memory-- after he accepted Snape's resignation papers of course. Pending they ever got back to Hogwarts... and that prospect seemed to be growing more and more doubtful by the hour.

Wretched expression growing, Snape gazed down at the sleeping boy. I'm sorry,' He mouthed. And he was... he really had nothing against the Ron or any of the Weasley's for that matter. In fact Arthur Weasley was a good hardworking man and his family deserved a mite bit more than what they had been handed in life...

He shook his head quickly. Thinking about Ron's parents right now was *not* a good idea.

Wearily he reached out. Slowly, cautiously, he allowed his fingers to fall and paternally brush a damp lock of hair away from Ron's forehead...

He started. Staring, Severus pressed the palm of his hand more fully against Ron's forehead, then frowned-- deeply.

Oh no. This wasn't good...