Warning: mild language

"Let me out, you fucking bastard!"

Severus Snape spared his prisoner no notice as his hooked nose hovered over a messy table full of concoctions. His desk was unusually chaotic, but he had been busy – his store of health potions had been completely depleted after the battle and his master's henchmen had demanded more. Voldemort himself needed none.

"I'll kill you! Give me a wand and face me like a man, you coward!"

Snape chuckled at the notion of being done in by a Weasley, but paid the threats no mind. He had more important things to do. Voldemort suspected he had something to do with Potter getting his hands on the Sword of Gryffindor and Snape needed to remain on his master's good side. Restoring the health of an entire castle full of mangled wizards was no easy task, but it would win him some favor with the Dark Lord.

"You're scum! Fucking scum! A goddamned fucking coward son of a cunt!"

The older man rolled his eyes in annoyance and strolled over to the closet where he had unceremoniously shoved his prisoner. In his usual dramatic flair, Snape lifted the latch that opened a small window through which he could see a very red-faced and teary-eyed Ronald Weasley standing in the middle of the room, the meal Snape had provided him untouched.

"I shall spare you no niceties, Weasley: if you do not shut up, I will charm your voice away."

Ron looked like he was going to scream, but stopped himself, a feat Snape found remarkable. The dark look Ron gave him left no doubt as to the hatred the young man felt for his professor, but Snape did not care. At least the screaming had stopped.

"You can't hold me here forever," the boy spoke, quietly and ominously. Snape only laughed.

"Your threats amuse me. What are you going to do, scream at me until I am so bored I keel over? Perhaps I should inform the Dark Lord of your new tactics – he could use them when he attacks London," he mused sarcastically.

"You won't get anything out of me! Nothing!"

"Weasley, I will say this once, and I hope it sticks to your minuscule brain: you hold no value to me or to anyone in this castle. There is no information you can give me that the Dark Lord has not already gotten from Potter – you did not think the Golden Boy's pathetic knowledge of Occlumency would hold up to the Dark Lord, did you? You are here simply because I chose to be merciful, though I would not expect it to happen again. If I find no use for you, I might just have the mind to kill you. This is a warning."

"Kill me then, because I'm not going to do anything for you. If you fucking touch me –"

"Is that what you are afraid of, boy? That I'm going to try and use you for my pleasure?"

Ron grew even redder, which Snape had not thought possible. The older man laughed again.

"If that displeases you, I know for sure there are others in this castle who might want you for different purposes… The werewolves or the giants would love to play with you. The castle grounds are crawlling with them. That, or the spiders might find you a delectable snack."

Ron gave a visible shudder, but kept his eyes on Snape's face.

"Much to my disappointment, you lack certain attributes that I look for in a sexual partner, mainly breasts and ability to bear me children, and you are not nearly as attractive as I desire. Your sister, on the other hand…" Snape smirked darkly as Ron reacted just the way the older man had hoped he would.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE TALK ABOUT MY SISTER LIKE THAT!"

"That is it, Weasley. You are done talking."

With a wave of his wand, Snape walked away, leaving Ron screaming in silence behind him.