AUTHOR'S NOTE: We know the first part of this chapter was on the last one, but it has been deleted and appended and updated... will add more soon. Just need to work out the kinks in a few things before we can post the next chapter. Life keeps happening and getting in the way...
WARNING - THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS BONDAGE AND NON-CONSENSUAL SEX SCENE.
Gregor stood in the middle of the bridge, just where he'd seen Ron that first day, leaning on the rail. Surely Ron wouldn't just leave him standing here, and not show up. Ron would come… he didn't think he had misjudged that young man so badly… He saw movement from the corner of his eye and smiled faintly, cheering his own cleverness. Ron had, after all, come to see him.
Ron moved to the rail also, intentionally leaving one of the pillars between them, staring down at the waters. He said nothing, feeling awkward and uneasy.
"I am sorry to be acting so odd." Gregor said after the moments of silence stretched. "I was having bad news from home; my brother is sickly and I cannot be returning until after the World Cup… I was wanting some comfort from you is all… we are very… physical… in our comfort in my country…"
"Oh… well… I guess that's okay…" Ron murmured thoughtfully. "I can understand that, but… well, I'm not into that. I just… its just not done here…"
"Of course it is. You are just not seeing it is done." Gregor returned. "You must being opening your eyes."
"I don't do it." Ron said. "Hugging and that… birds do that. Men don't do that."
"You have strange concepts of what is manly." Gregor smirked. "Manly is just you, doing what comes natural. Is natural to give love and have physical contact…"
Ron sighed, clearly sounding angry again. "That's why I'm so angry all the time… I WANT to do that…"
Gregor saw his opening and pounced on it. "You do…? I will gladly…"
"…with Hermione…!" He finished in a frustrated tone as if he had not even heard Gregor, not looking his direction, glaring off at the distant clouds. It might snow again this afternoon; the weather had taken another turn for the worse.
The Durmstrang boy scowled. "With Hermione…? But you do not wish to being with her…"
"I do! I just… I can't." He sighed, looking down.
Gregor allowed the silence to stretch again for a few moments before speaking again. "Iam seeing you are angered and tense again today…"
"After you and I… I mean, when I got back to Gryffindor tower I had a row with Harry… and with Hermione too." He sighed softly. "I feel like an ass today… I shouldn't have been so cross with them, none of this crap is really their fault…"
"If they are making you so angry all the time they are not truly being your friends. You need true friends like I am being good friend always here for you…" he said, moving around the pillar to stand close to Ron. Gregor had paid extra attention to his grooming for this particular meeting; he had made certain his hair was perfectly combed to show off its natural waves and he had donned his best silken shirt and tight fitting slacks. It was abundantly clear to his companions on the ship that Gregor was moving in for the kill. None of them were upset to see that, actually quite glad to not have to worry about him. He didn't care though; he wasn't interested in any of them. They weren't malleable enough for his purposes. He wanted young slaves to train to please his every desire.
As a final touch he had put on his special cologne, made for him at great expense by a witch back home. It worked with his body chemistry and only increased the attractiveness of the aroma the longer he wore it. He was certain it was laced with a love potion, for every time he wore it he always got what he was looking for from those he pursued. He wore it only rarely because each bottle cost over fifty galleons, but for hard cases like this Weasley boy it would be well worth the cost.
"You're a good friend, Gregor, but… I really…" Ron suddenly felt uncomfortable being near Gregor, feeling odd and slightly dizzy.
"We need to find place to be alone, place to talk. Always we are meeting where others are coming, always out in open, always where others can listen. I need to be talking to you Ron, private things, I need to talk to you…" he said softly, tone seductive, leaning in close to let Ron get the full effect of the potion and its almost narcotic effects.
Ron breathed deeply in a sigh, but Gregor was shocked to see the English boy shaking his head in refusal. "I just… I don't want to Gregor. I can't do whatever it is you're asking, I guess…"
Gregor ran his hand up Ron's arm, keeping his tone soft and seductive. "You can. Just let yourself go. Come with me to quiet place near lake. Talk with me Ron… I need to speak of my brother, to get you hearing me clear…" he was confused; his cologne had never failed him!
Ron simply stepped back, out of the range of his hypnotic cologne. "You know, Gregor, you need to talk to Karkaroff or someone else about all of that. I really couldn't tell you what to do and I don't have a clue how you feel; I have five brothers and I only barely get along with half of them. They're just a royal pain in the ass…"
"I am not wanting you to be telling me what to do, I am wanting you to be listening to me!" He growled, growing frustrated and letting his frustration show.
"I think I was right yesterday…" Ron said softly, taking another step back. He could see a tic starting to twitch just below Gregor's left eye. "Its just… I really have to concentrate more on my studies and get back to my classmates and you really need to be with blokes of your year, not some fourth year from Hogwarts…" he tried to explain how he was feeling, trying quite hard to get the feeling across without using hurtful words. He had no idea why Gregor was getting so totally pissed off, his hands even forming into fists.
"You must be listening to me, Ronald! I am liking spending time with you. You are…"
"I have to go." Ron said, moving away.
Gregor watched him walk away, eyes wide with disbelief. What the hell had just happened? This had never happened to him before…
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Blaise picked his way carefully down the steep path that curved around the lake. He knew where he was to go; he had met Gregor down at the cabin twice already. They had shared a few meals here, lunch once and dinner the next time but had simply talked and gotten comfortable with each other. Gregor had been easy to talk to and he seemed to be quite understanding of the situation Blaise found himself in. He seemed open and compassionate and kind, and interested in anything that Blaise had to say about Ron.
He paused, pulling the note he had received from Gregor just an hour ago had said that he would finally introduce him to Ron tonight. Maybe things would finally come together for the two of them; he had had a crush on the redhead since he saw him that first day on the train. It was clear to him that Gregor was homosexual; the way he spoke about Ron he had gotten the redhead to do more than just talk. He wasn't sure but he couldn't help but get his hopes up.
He slipped the note back into his pocket, turning his attention back to the trail. The snow had started to fall about half an hour ago and there was a light layer upon the ground again; the sky was dark grey and getting darker as the sun headed for the horizon. The snow was beginning to fall heavier and would soon cover his footsteps as he made his way down the path.
The cabin was built on a rocky outcrop behind the owlry and the path bad enough on a clear day but in the snow it was hard to see exactly where to put his feet to keep from slipping. Finally he could see the cabin ahead; it looked like a ramshackle little thing that was no more than an outhouse but was actually sturdy and roomy inside.
Someone had trampled most of the layer of snow on the ground that had fallen in the past hours; the size of the bootprint looked to be Gregor's. Was he pacing…? Something must be wrong.
He quickened his pace a bit, climbing over the difficult trail to get to the tiny hut. He knew he wasn't supposed to be so close to the forbidden forest; if he got caught he'd surely be in detention no matter what Severus did for him as a Slytherin. It would safe enough; the grounds were being watched so closely surely it would be all right.
When he opened the door he immediately noticed several things; the room was not the quaint little room it had always been before. It had always looked like a hotel room and there had been dainties and food to eat. Now it looked like a dungeon. Chains hung from the ceiling and several pillars stood in the center of the room with chains hanging from them. There was drink, yes, alcohol on the table of several different Russian varieties.
Gregor was dressed stunningly, seated on the throne-like chair beside the simple bed on the floor, one leg flung over the arm of the chair. He was dressed in a white silk shirt and tight black pants of the old style that sported a codpiece with a skull on it with glinting ruby eyes. He wasn't smiling; his expression was blank, his face like chiseled stone. He held a half-empty glass of whiskey in his hand. There was something different about Gregor tonight…
He stepped in to glance about and look for Ron; he did not see him but was stopped dead in his tracks. He had to grip the knob of the door to support him as a wave of dizziness washed over him, making his knees feel weak and his head spin as if he were drunk. He found his mind went to Ron, and all the things he would love to do with the young Gryffindor. If only Ron would agree to be his…
He blinked, trying to clear his head and pull his mind back to the present. Ron wasn't here. "Greg…?" he murmured, looking over.
"I tire of waiting. You are late to being here with me tonight." He growled, eyes narrow.
"Sorry; I had to get some homework done…"
Gregor seemed to move at an incredibly fast pace; he was up out of the chair and over to Blaise's side in a heartbeat. He kicked the door closed and seized the younger boy, pulling him in against his hard body and kissing him demandingly.
Blaise was almost breathless when he finally released him just enough to let him breathe, distracting him with constant kisses and caresses as he moved with him across the room. Blaise felt one of the poles behind him and Gregor seized his hands and placed them above his hands in cuffs.
"Greg…? What…?" Blaise asked, confused and totally muddled by the scent, stronger now that Gregor was next to him. "Where's Ron…?"
Gregor only smiled in a predatory way at him, more baring his teeth than any sort of a friendly overture. "It is time you are good to me. Time you let me do what I am truly wishing." He said, his hands running down Blaise's chest and lingering on the front of his slacks, stroking there. "You will seeing; you will be liking this…"
The younger boy pulled at the cuffs binding his wrists, confused. "Wait; I… I don't want…"
"I will be hearings no more arguings!" He snapped, forcing a ball gag into Blaise's mouth and strapping it into place on him. "You are being mine! You are being no one else's. You are mine!" he snarled, then took a deep breath to calm himself. He had this one precisely where he wanted him. "You will seeing; I am good master to good servant. You serve me, please me, and I am being very good to you."
Blaise stared at him, struggling but to no avail. His wand was not anywhere in reach and he couldn't do anything… no one would hear him this far from the castle.
He drew one finger along Blaise's cheek, his breath smelling heavily of whiskey. "You do not being good to me, you be not making me happy and I will be punishing you." He added. When Blaise did not respond to that he added a bit more; he knew this boy had passion for a certain Gryffindor. "And if you are being telling anyone; anyone at all. I will being punishing… Ron."
The reaction of fear and worry in Blaise's eyes let the older boy know he had struck a cord. "Oh, yes, dark one. I will chain him and beat him. And I will be having you watch, and tell him that you are why he is beings beaten. And I may be killing him if you tell anyone." He said in a dangerous tone.
Blaise closed his eyes and sagged slightly. He couldn't let this happen to Ron… he would do anything to keep him safe.
Gregor gestured with his wand and Blaise found himself naked in the cold room. The blonde chuckled softly, seeing that at least his aphrodisiac potion-laced cologne had had an undeniable effect on this lad even if it hadn't done a damned thing to Ron. Blaise was already painfully erect. "You are enjoyings this already." He grinned, stroking that hardness. "I cannot be doings this right, you are in school and must go to classes but I will teach you how to be good to me… right now I am wishing to be making love…" he pushed Blaise around and forced him up against the pole, fingers seeking his opening and probing at it. "Ah… there. Getting all ready for me, yes…?" he asked, untying the codpiece to show he himself was quite erect already.
Blaise whimpered, but tried not to flinch away or to fight. Gregor used his wand once more to lube himself up before he began to push his way inside Blaise's body. "Ahhhh yesss… you are nice around me…" he murmured in Blaise's ear, beginning to thrust, holding onto him tightly.
Blaise found himself back in the Great Hall hours later with little idea how he had gotten there. Time had blurred for him, the entire episode had a hazy dreamlike quality to it. He remembered that Gregor had bound him and… after that it all went hazy. He didn't recall much except sexual pleasure.
Mostly by habit he turned and made his way across the Hall to the stairs for the dungeons, slipping into the stairwell without any one seeing him. He heard footsteps and dodged behind a statue; he stayed hidden safely away while he watched the Hufflepuff prefects move by, chatting as they went. When they were gone he moved out, and hurried onward, reaching the entrance of the Slytherin common room without further mishap.
He kept his eyes averted as he walked through the common room; no one stopped him. Being Draco's best friend had its advantages, that was for sure. He hurried on until he reached the room that he and Draco shared. He shut the door behind himself and sighed softly, leaning on it, finally feeling safe.
Merlin, he just wanted to get clean. He felt filthy. He pushed off the door and moved to his personal bedroom, grabbing clothing and heading to the washroom. Memories began to sift in through the haze. He had been so aroused tonight, he had no idea why. He'd never reacted like that to anyone before… well, except for a certain redhead. He knew this was different.
Mechanically he went through the motions of showering as his mind fought to clear itself of the confusion. He found himself frozen in place when the memory of the threat, the danger to Ron, suddenly loomed in his mind. Gregor would hurt Ron.
He was caught, good and proper. Collared and leashed. He didn't dare hide from Gregor; he knew that Ron spent time with the Durmstrang boy almost daily. If he refused to meet him, if he resisted at all it would be disastrous. Ron's safety lay directly at his feet. He would be responsible for whatever Gregor did to Ron. He saw no way out; he could never break free until these damned Durmstrang left… then he would be safe and it could finally end.
He heard Draco come into their shared washroom as he was finishing up. The blonde set about getting his things set up for his nighttime ritual of washing and applying lotions and creams and balms. Blaise pulled on his sleeping pants in the privacy of the shower stall and moved out, giving his friend a wan grin.
"Hey Blaise…" Draco smiled at him, brushing out his hair.
"Hey." He answered, moving to the sink to do his teeth next. He did not engage in the kind of comfortable chatter that they usually fell to out of habit every night; he was silent as he applied himself to what he needed to get done before he went to bed.
"Blaise? Mate, are you all right?" Draco asked softly. It was vividly clear to him that something was terribly wrong with his best friend. "You've been awfully quiet…"
"Its… something I need to work through on my own. Really." He answered softly. "I can't… I just can't talk about it." He bent to splash water on his face. Now that someone had asked him, the instructions for his behavior implanted during that violent session of sex kicked into gear. He could not speak about what had happened. He should not, and he could not. "Let's just get ready for bed okay?"
Draco frowned, looking at him with concern. "What do you mean, you can't? We talk about everything, that's what being mates is." He said, not liking this at all.
"Well I just need to keep this to myself." Blaise answered, reaching for a towel. "Just for a while, okay…? I promise, it'll be all right."
Draco frowned softly. What the bloody hell could Blaise not talk to him about? They talked about every bloody thing under the sun before today, what could he possibly have to keep secret?
Blaise looked at him and smiled reassuringly; looking a lot more like his old self. "Really, Dray. I'm all right. This is just something I have to work my way through…" he said.
Reluctantly, Draco let it go, resolving to keep a closer eye on his best freind.
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