A/n: DeRon here. Lol interesting couple huh? So, we had Harry and Hermione's view and now it is time for Ron's. Beware Ron is a wee bit cranky, and he has no control over his choice of words.
Chapter three
Miles under a pyramid, Ron Weasley bite his mouth as nine thin strips of leather thrashed his pale skin.
" What is your name?" asked a heavy accented voice.
" My name is Ronald Nolan Weasley! I am the son of Arthur Jerome Weasley and Molly Rosemary Weasley! I am not you're fucking God of Destruction you asshole!" Yelled Ron as the cat of nine tails hit his back again. For months these bastards tried to tell him that he was Set, but he was stubborn and did not let them win.
"No. You are not!" the voice said as he whipped Ron again. " You are Set! Once you are awake, you will rule the world without your annoying brother Osiris under your heels. If we have to whip you for three more months to awaken you, so be it!" The man said as he put his whip away and covered Ron's head again with a dirty sack.
"Where the fuck are you taking me?!?" Ron yelled thrashing about digging his heels into the ground. " I am not going back into that fucking room again!" Ron hated going back into that golden room where the walls are covered with pictures of a person slaughtering thousands of people. The most disturbing fact was that the murder had his face.
"You must sleep in your room, that way it will awaken you sooner." The figure said as he roughly shoved Ron into the room.
"There's no fucking way, that I could sleep in a room where there's bloody pictures all over the fucking walls!" Ron hollered to the person as the wall lowered. "You hear me? There's no fucking way that I will sleep in this room!" he said slapping the wall. Walking to the furthest corner, Ron sat down waiting for the wall to rise again for another day of whipping.
" Oh God, where are you?" Ron moaned as he leaned his head against the wall, enjoying the feel of the cool wall on his raw and bloody back. Draco's pleasant face appeared behind his eyelids. "Oh god, not now," moaned Ron as a pong of heartsick hit him. The last time Ron saw his fiancé was four months ago on King's Cross-station, on the way to Scotland.
"Please," muttered Ron, trying to put away the image and pleasure of their parting kiss.
" If you release me, I would take away those physical pains, as well as those emotionally," said a deep powerful voice in front of him.
Startled Ron opened his eyes to find a see another version of himself, staring at him with a crocodile smile.
" I could make you powerful, you know. You belong to me, Seventh son of the seventh son. You and I are made out of the same blood, we are bound to rule the world." The person said, as he stood up reveling slim muscular legs under a flimsy golden material.
"How the bloody hell did you know about Matthew?" muttered Ron surprised. Fred and George were born as triplets but Matthew was a stillborn. Nobody outside the family knew about Matthew, not even Draco or Harry.
" I know everything about you, Ronald Weasley, I know about your fiancé, and what you two do at night. I know what can make you hard," Whispered the version, his face inches away from Ron.
"Oh God," thought Ron as he felt himself react.
With a smirk the other Ron, grabbed Ron's face and forcefully kissed it. The world around him spun, suns were reborn and night fled. "That is only a hors d'oeuvre to what we could do." The other Ron said as he sauntered to the brick wall, turning around the other Ron smiled his crocodile smile again and said, "That is if you allow me to awake again" before he disappeared.
A/N: So what do you think? Review and I give you some chocolate! (0-0)* Okay maybe not chocolate, but definitely another chapter! If you weren't naughty and forgot to write a review! Bad Ron, no Draco for you!