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Chapter 6: Plea agreement

Ron's POV

Someone could tell me about what's happening. The man I'm currently approaching has the same stern look, like the one who has sent me here. I don't get it. I think over the last few months I've proven myself enough to be trusted with information. If not, they should let me out of this, so I can make myself useful somewhere else.

Flashback

"Mr. Weasley."

The serious man towering over me gives me the feeling like I was someone really suspicious.

"Can I help you, sir?"

I try my best not to look scared. I haven't done anything, have I? I'm thinking back of my last missions and get a bad feeling. The man is reading my face like it was an open book, or the document he's holding.

"Mr. Weasley. Although your past achievements and your close relationship with the Boy Who Lived make you an important part of our cause…"

Yes? What? Why the dot, dot, dot?

"…I must say some aspects of your behavior-pattern during all of your missions are…"

They are…?!

"Well, rather unusual. I could say disturbing, or even, that they give us a reason to worry."

Sweat drops start forming on my forehead and I turn my gaze from his accusing eyes to the tip of my shoes.

"I'm sorry, sir."

"And now this!"

This? What could it be?

"Your presence is being requested in the headquarters immediately."

I look up surprised.

"Gather some of your clothes and food supplies."

"…?"

"Have a safe and efficient trip, Mr. Weasley."

End of flashback

I hope to find some answers now. Questions have been bugging me since I took off. The man is stepping before me.

"Ronald Weasley, I assume."

"Yes, sir."

"We have been waiting for you."

He's turning, indicating me to follow.

It's a mystery to me why our side turned out to be this frigid. It's not like this was the army and me a soldier. This whole situation turned out creepy somewhere along the way.

"Sir, I haven't been informed what this is all about, yet. I can't even imagine what would require me here in person."

He's squinting back at me over his broad shoulder.

"This was also a surprise for us. But the captive pointed out unambiguously that it could only be you. We received copies of documents of high importance from him regarding the other side's planning activities."

He's stepping before a door and with a notion of his wand – that I never realized he got into his hand – a charm is being lifted.

An idea is starting to form in my head.

"Sir, is this person happening to be…?"

"Yes, your assuming is right, Mr. Weasley. It's the son of one of the highest rank generals within the Dark Army, Draco Malfoy."

The door opens and named person is rising gracefully from his seat. I take a quick look around the small room to notice a chair, table and a narrow bed. It's very Spartan, considering who is the one to reside in it.

I follow the man into the room.

"Please take a seat, Mr. Malfoy. You know the procedure already."

He's sitting back on the chair and his hands are being handcuffed behind his back. The sight strikes me. I manage to get a grip on my racing thoughts; I don't succeed by my emotions, though. Pity, amazement and some kind of excitement are swirling inside of me.

A document is being handed over to me. I examine the cover. It's a plain beige color. Someone's clearing his throat. Crap, why am I so slow?

Get a grip, will you!

The man is watching me expectedly, somewhat amusing. I feel like he would see through me.

The one I don't even want to think about – but soon have to deal with anyway – is just rolling his eyes. He looks tired.

I open the first page carefully. There's only a short notice saying:

'Instructions for interrogation'

I turn the page and start reading the following passage, trying to memorize the most important.

'Top priority has…

...if he can be trusted...

Validity...

...spying...

...getting more information...

...cooperation...

All methods allowed for interrogation except permanent harm of the body...'

I can't help but lift an eyebrow.

'Lastly decide whether...

...can be used...

...or...

...in this case recommend...

...Azkaban...'

I have to recollect my face before I look up. The man is reaching for the document and I hand it back.

"Do you have any more questions Mr. Weasley?"

"No, sir."

He's nodding.

"He's all yours. Take all the time that's necessary."

The door is closing behind him and the locking charm is put back on. I create a silencing charm automatically. The silence is also falling on us heavily. And it's a very awkward one. A headache is starting to form in my head, too.

I turn to him finally.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

"I'm securing my position."

That's an evident answer. I go to the table and press my hand on it, shifting my weight. I use a soft tone.

"Have you decided to join us?"

He's jumping from the chair and stands tall.

"Have you lost your mind, Weasley?"

"Wasn't it Ron?"

It's a good feeling that I can tease him like this, but thinking twice... This isn't the proper time or place for a get back; or it should be like that at least.

"What I've decided is to become neutral, Ron."

"Betraying your family isn't very neutral."

The best strategy to get the truth from him might be to try and confuse him. I have a strategy? That's rather odd.

I'm changing to leisure and hop on the bed to stretch. He's eyeing me unsure, becoming nervous.

"It just happens that because of certain circumstances, I can't belong to either side, so I'm buying myself out through information."

"Why don't you want to be on either side? Is your kind not good anymore?"

I'm watching his face carefully for a reaction. It's not without result, as he seemed to be hit when I said 'your kind.' It looks like I managed to anger him. He's storming towards me and stops before the bed. He's burning with fury.

"It's all your fault!"

He's shouting.

"I got suspicious because of getting involved with your family. I'd have been accused of treason, if I had stayed."

It's my turn to jump up.

"Don't give me the shit. All you did was putting in a good word for my family and it benefited you well, too. Little done, getting much; there's always a risk. Now you have to pay."

I can't believe he's putting the blame on me! It was him who wanted to play. Play with me.

"Don't be ridiculous, Ron! Did you really believe that only so much would have been enough?! I faked documents – charmed documents – for God's sake! And get the damn handcuffs off me already! I can't have a fight with you like this!"

This got me by surprise. I'm stepping before him.

"So, you did that?"

My voice changes to soft and I managed to hit a spot again. He is reddening and starts to fidget with the handcuffs behind his back from both nervousness and embarrassment.

"Get them off. I hate being tied up"

"Yes, I remember that very well."

I'm reaching behind him from both sides like an embrace and place my hands on his. He's stopping with the annoying movements and is waiting expectantly. When nothing happens he's looking up questioningly.

"I don't have the keys."

His mouth is falling open in a big 'O' from surprise and outcry when he realizes that I'm teasing him. When he's trying to tear himself away in fury I won't let him have it, naturally. It's not that hard either, with his hands bound.

"I thought you liked having me so close."

"Well, maybe I don't anymore."

I can see the rhythm of his pulse jumping on the side of his neck and the same rhythm of his heart is beating against my chest. It feels like I captured a wild beast at last, that I've been hunting for a long time. It's making me drunk. Has he been feeling the same way when he was in the same position and had the same power over me?

"Do you understand that one of the things I have to decide now is whether you should be sent to Azkaban?"

His redness turns to pale and he's watching me unbelievingly.

"You won't send me to Azkaban."

I lift his chin higher with one hand and place a brief kiss on his lips, then grin.

"Of course I won't send you to Azkaban."

He's biting down on his lower lip. Perhaps it's from nervousness, but maybe he unconsciously wants to have a longer taste of me.

This is an amusing idea. And here I have the next one ready.

I bend a bit, lift him up from the ground and sit back on the bed behind me. He's losing his balance of course and has to open his legs to land in a riding position in my lap. I don't have to wait long for his reaction.

"Let me stand up this instant!"

The command is snapping in the air and I pull him closer with a smile.

"This handcuff is really convenient."

I'm laughing out loud and get a censuring look in exchange. I stop.

"Let's be serious again."

"I remained serious! It's only you who thinks this is funny!"

Okay. He's right. Let's move on.

"Then tell me the reason why you do, what you do and why you want, what you want, or I won't go easy on you."

"And what would that mean?"

He's obviously not afraid of me. I think a bit and don't need much time to come up with an answer for him.

"I might steal you."

He's making a face like I was a retard.

"I might say that you escaped and I had to kill you with a spell that left not a single cell from your body. Nobody would search for you then."

He is too perplexed to protest when I take aim of a nipple and suck it into my mouth. Of course I moisten the white shirt he's wearing with salvia. I take the tip of the bud between my teeth and play a little, then blow on it so that it hardens from the coolness. I admire my work as it is showing itself standing erect through the fabric.

"That's ridiculous."

He's squirming, but I can tell that he's getting excited, so I continue.

"I could tie you up somewhere nobody would ever find you."

I'm slowly pulling his shirt from his pants.

"I could do all kind of dirty things to you all day long."

He's gulping.

"And the day after that."

His breath is heavy in the air.

"I got it, alright."

"And the day after that, too."

My hands are sliding under his shirt. I want to tease him some more. It's been so long.

What's that?!

He wouldn't look at me and his lips are pressed together tight.

His smooth and beautiful skin got marred.

Who the hell...?

I can feel countless scars, bigger and smaller ones. They don't feel to be old; they couldn't be either, as I embraced this body countless times not too long ago.

"Draco…"

"Let's say, yours isn't my first interrogation."

A cold shiver is running down my spine.

"But…this isn't the style of…"

"It was my father."

He's spitting the painful truth.

"Satisfied now?"

His thin voice is stabbing me inside. I don't know if it's my guts or heart, but it's painful enough. I pull him to me and my hands go and explore his back. It's full of them. I start to caress soothingly, but he won't relax.

"That's enough."

He's chocking.

"Stop it!"

Hot tears wet my shirt. I sink a hand into his hair and get his lips closer.

When our kiss ends he's hiding his face in my shoulder.

"I can't even wipe my face like this."

I can't help but smile when he's muttering cute things like this.

"Why did you call for me? You could have negotiated with anyone about this neutral thing."

I kiss his locks that are fallen over his ear.

"And this time, just be sincere."

He's lifting his head from my shoulder, but only so much that he can place his chin back on it. He won't face me. It's alright if he doesn't want to.

"Because… you didn't give up on the son of an evil leader. My…destiny was fixed long ago. Do you know how much letters and documents I have seen where our people were tempted to change sides? Plenty. But it was never me. I wasn't worth to. Everyone thought I was being happy with my situation; that I was to be envied."

"I did, too."

"But you asked me. You were the only one who did. You might think it's not a big deal, but it is. For me, it is. I know that not even Dumbledore had any faith in me. And it hurt the same. It was like… when my father never asked me what I wanted. But you asked…"

He's hiding in my shoulder again.

After a long silence I finally speak up.

"Draco… I have decided something."

He's tensing.

"You're not a spy."

He's relaxing again with a bitter laugh.

"Idiot."

I peel him off my shirt carefully and wipe the remaining tears from his face.

"I will get the key."

"Wait!"

I wait.

Oh no! I know this expression.

"Let's do it."

"Here?"

Is this a good idea?

"I want it."

His hips are moving seductively.

"But the keys…"

I remember that spoiled look. I also know it won't accept any rejection.

"I want you. And I want a confession; a love confession. And you better cooperate."

What can I do? I've become weak against his threats and demands. Like the one he's whispering into my ear right now:

"You might not get a chance like this again."

The End

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