WARNING BOY/BOY SLASH. And this shouldn´t really be under"romance" but There wasn´t any "sex" soo, well. Yeah, horror should cover it. I warn you, it´s not pretty!

THIS FICTION WONT END ROMANTIC IN ANY WAY. At least I´m not planning on it. Just so you know what u put yourself up to.

hey! I´ve changed this entire story basically. .. Well no, I´ve just rewritten it, it almost twice as long then it was before. I don´t know why I did it. I just didn´t like how it was before. I have started doing the same on the second chapter too, but its taking way to long, and I really want to put this up, so if you´re wondering why the next chapter is written differently, you know why. If you read the next chapter, you´ll se what I mean with not being pleased with it. It´s really bad. But I hope this is better! Please tell me if you think it´s improved! :D

The night was dark and quiet, there was an almost oppressive tranquility lying in the air of the castle, just waiting to be disturbed. The shadows lurked slyly in the corners

but shivered vigorously when a long-legged boy suddenly appeared. He strode determinedly down the corridor, his wand shimmered with a bright light that made his

flaming, red hair even more threatening, like it was emphasizing his feelings. Despite the darkness, you could see the anger bursting out of him. His posture, his

expression, even his wand radiated: vengeance! His otherwise bright blue eyes had darkened to a much more intimidating black. You would have to dig deep to find the

rejection, disappointment and sorrow that was buried inside his wall of rage. When you´ve reached that point in your life, were you are at the very bottom, you´ll do

about anything to make your way up again. You let desperation control you and you don´t care about the consequences.

Ron Weasley had reached that point. He´d lost everything and he was running on his emergency power source - desperation and rage. They brought out the worst side

of him, a side which one particular person soon would have to face. A person whose mocking words and tormenting had reached the point of retribution. He would pay in

blood, sweat and pain. He deserved it, that fucking asslicking ferret. The large hand of Ron Weasley reached inside his cloak and brought out an old, empty piece of

parchment. He tapped his wand once as he uttered an ironically true sentence.

"I solemnly swear I´m up to no good". He smiled bitterly as he searched the map for the name "Draco Malfoy." It wasn´t very hard, he was close.

He stared at the little dot that moved restlessly in the room that was just around the corner. His thought drifted off to where he had been just moments ago. With Harry in

the hospital wing. He could still hear his voice clearly in his head, like Harry was standing right next to him. He remembered his wary, emerald eyes as he had uttered the

words that had Ron bursting out the doors.

"I can´t stand this" His voice was sore and his face crossed.

Ron had wanted nothing more than to reach out a hand and touch him then, but he couldn´t. The reason they were even in this situation was because of his want. His

want for men. His want of Harry. But Ron didn´t have any strings holding him down anymore. He had been patient, he had ignored and accepted all the hate and abuse.

He had done it for Harry. Harry didn´t want to appear the victim. He didn´t want to use violence. He said that their love was stronger than stupid words and faint busies.

Look what that got him. Harry´s definite defeat combined with years of mocking had drawn the final straw for Ron. He didn´t have Harry to hold him back now. Ron could

finally get back on Malfoy. He wanted to see his face wrinkled in pain and humiliation, he wanted Malfoy to suffer the way he´d suffered but most importantly, the way he

had caused Harry suffer through the years. That FUCKING ferret! Ron angrily clenched his fist and thereby realizing he was still holding the map in his hand. He gave it one

last glance, reassuring himself that Malfoy hadn´t gone anywhere then he tapped his wand once more on the old map and whispered

"Mischief managed" before he hid the map in his clothing.

Just as Ron rounded the corner he saw the door open. There he is. He felt his heart pounding in rage when he saw the blond boy standing there as if he had done

nothing at all. Scum. Ron ran the last steps and roughly grabbed hold of Draco´s robe, and dragging him inside the empty classroom again before the door could close. He

pushed him backwards towards the wall, and then slammed him hard against the wall once, twice. Malfoy gasped for air and Ron answered him by pressing his face

against the wall in a rather crude way.

"Comfortable?" He hissed in Malfoy´s ear as he silently hexed his body to make him unable to move. Malfoy tried to fight the hex, but was unsuccessful, he said something

what sounded like "what the fuck are you doing" But it was hard to hear, given the fact that his face was pressed against the wall.

"What was that? Don´t like it? You should had thought of that before you messed up Harry you fucking asshole." Ron said slamming him once more to the wall, making

sure he would have as much bruisers as Ron and Harry had received together throughout the years. His fingers dug deep in his skin on his shoulder and lower back and

watched as the skin first got white then slowly faded to bright red. All the frustrations and held back anger was just coming out all at once, and even though Ron wasn´t

the kind of person that would sink as low as guys like Malfoy and actually enjoy the torture, but he was now. Every bit of it. Every grunt, hiss and gasp of pain coming from

Malfoy´s mouth felt like an achievement. To get more of this newfound satisfaction Ron pressed his body against Malfoy´s slender back. His dark eyes glinted slyly as he

moved closer to Malfoy´s ear. "I´m gay, you say? Well, you don´t know half of it. I´m gonna show you , you see. I´m gonna show you what a fucking fagI am."

The walls seemed to creep up around him and his whole world changed as he placed a hand between Malfoy´s legs and grabbed his crotch. Harry´s disappointed face

was faintly gnawing on the inside of his eyelids, but the image was soon erased as he heard a rather load grunt of pain coming from Malfoy and it triggered Ron to go on.

He clenched his fingers around Malfoy´s crotch almost lifting him from the ground while pressing his own crotch against his back. It felt bad in a good way and good in a

bad way, so he took it a step further by thrusting into him. Malfoy gasped for air as he hit the wall but Ron didn´t give him a chance to recover before he did it again, and

again. The sound of him not being able to breath was satisfying. A soft sob was heard and Ron stopped abruptly with his thrusting to stare incredulously at the back of his

neck. So weak. Harry had been through much worse, and he hadn´t cried once. This stupid ferret had no reason to cry, he didn´t deserveto cry. Hell, Ron was gonna give

him something worth crying for. Slowly but far from gentle Ron started to rub his groin against Malfoy´s small ass, almost grinding him. He felt his arousal rising at the

pleas and whimpers that were heard from Malfoy where he cried for Ron to let him go. "Not so tough now, are we?" Ron whispered scornfully in Malfoy´s ear, fiercely

biting down in his pale, tender neck and contentedly drew back when he felt the taste of blood. Draco let out a muffled scream of agony followed with imploring whimpers.

Though Ron was far from complying his pleas, he was finally superior to Malfoy, he was in charge, and he loved it. He felt himself getting hard at Malfoy´s pathetic

inferiority, but he wanted more, he wanted to humiliate him further, he wanted to make him nothing more than a stain on the cold stone floor. "You´re pathetic." He spat

with disgust. "You don´t deserve to live you pathetic excuse for a human. You think you´re better then everyone else, but who´s the man now, ey? Who´s in charge?" He

hissed threatingly. Draco started sobbing even louder, and Ron´s chest filled with a soaring hate at his pitiful being. He slipped a hand inside Malfoy´s pants, and grabbed

his cock hard. He dug his nails deep in the flesh as he pressed himself harder against him.

"I said, who´s in charge? Ron repeated between clenched teeth. Malfoy let out a couple more subdued sobs before he gasped:

"Y-you." The answer wasn´t enough, Ron needed absolute control therefor he clenched harder around Malfoy´s lame member, making him scream in pain.

"SAY IT, SAY MY NAME!" Ron demanded threatingly.

"You´re in charge! R-Ron! He cried forlornly. Ron felt his dick twist at the sound of his name under that inferior voice.

"Yeah I am." He smirked as he pulled down his own trousers , then he took a firm grip of Malfoy´s lean legs, spreading them slightly. He started stroking the inside of

Malfoy´s thighs and then pulled out his erection and let the tip of it stroke Malfoy´s back as he started caressing his balls roughly. Malfoy cried silently as Ron moved his

rock hard cock to his ass and let the length of it stroke him between his pale buttocks, then he slowly encircled Malfoy´s tight opening with the tip of his throbbing cock.

Memories of everything Malfoy had done to him, Harry, his sister and brothers, to everyone soared in his head. He loathed Malfoy and hatred is a passionate feeling, that

was what kept him going, passionate hate and power. He raised a hand to Malfoy´s face, and stroked his blonde, so unlike Harry´s beautiful, jet-black, hair behind his

ear. "You know the best part? " He paused for a few seconds, as if he expected Malfoy to answer him then he laughed mockingly before continuing. "You can´t scream for

help, cause, if anyone saw you like this, well..." He moved closer to his ear. "You would know how you made me feel over the years." Without warning, Ron thrusted into

him, hard and deep. He grabbed Malfoy´s hair with one of his hands, and pulled his head back roughly. The other hand held a firm grip of his thigh. He thrusted into him

again, as hard as he could almost lifting his lean body from the ground. He was extremely tight, as expected for an unexperienced and unstretched ass. Ron was caught

slightly off guard by this, it was a bit overwhelming, it was a long time since he had fucked an ass this tight. He took a couple of seconds to control himself again. Then

slowly pressed himself deeper and deeper inside him. He didn´t want his to be too quick. He wanted it to be long and painful process. For Malfoy, that is. Though when he

felt something warm and wet run down his thigh he thought he had failed but as he lowered his gaze he realized it wasn´t come, but blood, coming from Malfoy´s ass. He

smirked cruelly. "You´re gonna feels this tomorrow aren´t you?" Ron noted indifferently. "But that´s good, right? Then you´ll never forget, you will never be able to walk

alone, because I will find you, and fuck you, you hear me?"

"I" - thrust.

"will." - Thrust

"Fuck" Thrust

"You." THRUST.

Draco cried louder and louder for every stab, the second even deeper then the first. The tension grew and Ron felt himself getting close to the edge. He didn´t have the

strength to hold it back for much longer so after a few last aggressive thrusts he moaned out his release. The sudden silence that followed was almost painful, the air

went thick and suffocating and smelled like sweat, blood and come. Malfoy´s body started quivering violently, a sign that the hex was fading away. Ron released himself

from him as fast as he could, he felt disgusted. He pulled up his own pants, but left Malfoy´s hanging by his knees then grabbed his shoulder and turned him around

roughly, forcing Malfoy to face him. "Look at me scum" Ron said coldly. Malfoy was shaking from head, down as he fought to recover his ability to move his body. The hex

was gradually losing its resistance but it seemed to take a lot of effort for him to finally manage to raise his trembling head and look Ron in the eyes. He obviously knew

better then to ignore him. Ron watched him coldly before he punched him in the stomach and easily pushed him to the floor where he started coughing. Ron continued to

watch him with a disgusted look on his face. He didn´t know when the spell would fade completely, and he didn´t care. He would only enjoy if someone found Malfoy

there lying on the floor unable to move with his pants down, his ass; bloody and filled with cum. Who´s the fucking fag now, bitch.He thought. Ron spat on him before he

turned around and walked towards the door but before he stepped out he raised his hand above his head and waved at him.

"See you soon"

Draco felt the warm, spluttering water flow over him, he closed his silver-colored eyes as let the filth drain off him. The blood, the tears, the sweat. Hiscum. He squeezed

his eyes shut further, and started rubbing his chest in an almost compulsive manner. He felt dirty, disgusting and repulsive. It was unreal, this couldn´t happen. But it had,

He felt it. Felt him, all over his body. Insidehim. It suddenly felt like his lungs was shrinking, he rubbed his hands harder against his chest, trying to force the throbbing

feeling out, the friction made his skin turn red and his entire body started itching, it felt like a thousand spiders was crawling underneath his skin. He started scratching

himself in an attempt to clawthe filth away, his skin burned which made him scratch even harder. He started bleeding, but the water kept washing it away. Draco started

to gasping for breath and soon he burst out in hysterical tears. He sunk down into fetal position on the floor of the shower, and let it continue its shallow cleansing and

waited for his panic attack to fade. He didn´t know for how long he sat there, but when he finally calmed down he had his arms around his legs and his forehead resting

on his knees and the water had turned cold. He rose slowly, twitching slightly at the pain in his ass, then turned off the water and stepped out the shower. His arms was

trembling slightly because of his torn skin, conjured by his frantic scratching. His fingers trembled after a towel, but once he grabbed one, he dropped it. His hands were

weak. His legs, his entire body. It was strange he still stood up. He looked at his reflection in the mirror. His eyes were red, and his cheek lightly purple. Draco raised a

trembling arm and ran his fingers through his damp, blonde hair, but stopped in the middle of the action and grabbed his hair firmly, like hehad done. Draco bit his lip to

keep his teeth from chattering and closed his eyes again. Don´t cry, don´t cry, don´t cry. Still a muffled sob escaped his lips. He wasn´t crying only because of the fact that

he had gotten raped. Even though it was the deputy reason. He was ashamed and disgusted by himself, because the worst part was that if he had been able to move he

would have met Ron´s thrusts. It was disturbing, but it was the truth, Draco realized. He had enjoyedit. He felt nauseous as that realization dawned on him. Ofcourse it

had hurt, and he had been afraid. The reason he had cried so much then was partly because of his mixed feelings. He had been repulsed by himself, and the thought of

him liking the feeling of another guy´s erection against his ass. But he had like the dominance, the rough hands and firm grip. Draco had been pampered with all his life,

he always gets what he wants he was a spoiled brat. So was is so strange for him to like when something didn´t go his way, when all the sudden, he wasn´t in charge?

He had never felt that kind of pain before, it was bewildering as much as painful. But then again, another reason he was torn - even though he had been aroused, in the

pain, it had been extremely humiliating. Draco had been raised in a family where pride was the highest priority. A Malfoy didn´t let himself get stepped on. A Malfoy didn´t

get humiliated. Humiliation was a disgrace and so was inferiority and pleading. So the fact that he had like that was far more painful than the rape itself had been.

A wave of tiredness flew over him and he leaned his shivering body against the wall then slid down to the floor. The cold clinker felt soft on his skin, he laid down, and

allowed it to soothe his burning skin. He felt his heart beating, and the sound was comforting, soon he had fallen asleep.

Draco opened his eyes slowly, adapting to the light, and shifted slightly to the side. His body was stiff and pounded with pain. He rose up, with some difficulty, and went

out the of the bathroom and into his dormitories where his bed stood so heroic. He felt Exhausted. He laid down and covered himself with the sheets. It seemed that his

roommates was already down at breakfast. Draco couldn´t go. What if hewas there, Draco didn´t dare to show himself, at least not alone. He shook his head and told

himself to stop thinking about him. But … as he closed his eyes, pictures of the night before burned at the inside of his eyelids. He started shivering as he remembered his

rough strokes, his painful but delicious thrusts. Was he weird, to like that kind of stuff?

Yes. A inner voice in his head said.

But Draco wanted more, even though he was scared of the pain. THen he felt sick again. Why was he acting like a dog, who comes back to his evil master, even though it

knows it´ll get beaten? A dog that comes back because it can´t keep away. Draco was a dog. He had been beaten, abused, used, and spat on. Still he wanted to feel

those hands over his body again. But his inner sense of reason kept him in bed until Sunday evening - when the sick part of his mind took control again. He had barely

eaten anything, If he got too hungry, he had asked Goyle to fetch him some food from the great hall. And of course he had obeyed him. But now, finale day on the

weekend, Draco got up from his bed, and out the dungeons. "Where you going, Draco?" Pansy yelled after him with her annoying, nasal voice. But Draco just kept going.

He paced the corridors, the two different side of his mind fighting for dominance.

You´re insane.

I know.

The sane part of his brain made him think of the pain and humiliation. And it made him afraid again. Of the dark. Of him. The less sane part answered by saying:

My body doesn´t hurt as much anymore. It argued.

No, but you´re still sore.

His mind provided him with pictures of what his fathers face would look like when he saw what a disgrace of a son Draco was. A fag.

No, No! He didn´t want this. He couldn´t do this. He started shaking and changed his path, aiming to go back to his bed but he suddenly heard a voice from the dark

corners of the corridor.

"You should have stayed in you bed, Malfoy." Snap! The large hand hit him in the face, his eyes started tearing up at the stinging feeling. God it hurt. Godit felt good.

Before Draco could recover from the hit, Ron had grabbed his bruised shoulder and kicked his crotch with his knee, then easily pressed him down in a kneeling position.

Ron grasped Draco´s hair and pulled his head back, forcing Draco to face his hatred-filled, blue eyes. Draco regretted leaving his safe bed, when he once again was spat

on in the face, Ron smirked coldly and Draco looked down as the foul dog he was, showing inferiority. Ron seemed satisfied by that because he pressed Draco´s face

against his crotch, letting him feel his growing erection.

"Down there is your true place, scum. Better get used to it." He said.

"Y-yes." Draco stuttered, experimenting how low he could sink. Not low enough it seemed.

"WHO TOLD YOU TO SPEAK?" Ronhissed and kicked Draco in the stomach, making him lean forward in pain. Maybe Ron like it better when he wasn´t cooperating, crying for

him to stop. Whatever the case, he apparently decided to start unbuttoning his pants, revealing his rock-hard erection. He stroked it slowly a couple of times before he

pulled Draco up in kneeling position again, by grabbing the hair at the back of his head. His cock stroked Draco´s bruised cheek, and then moved down to his swollen lips,

which he kept firmly closed.

"Open. Your fucking. Mouth!" Ron ordered. But Draco shook his head and whimpered.

I Don´t want this!

Or do you?

He wasn´t given any chance to proceed his inner conflict as Ron suddenly kicked him hard in the ribs. Draco gasped, his breath completely gone and Ron took the

opportunity and shoved his huge dick inside Draco´s reluctant mouth. The taste felt weird on his tongue, bitter and salty. His mouth felt dry and when Draco attempted to

pull away Ron´s hand lead his head back and forth as he trusthed his dick further inside Draco´s mouth. Ron gripped Draco´s chin and tilted his head slightly, not letting

his cock slip out of Draco´s mouth.

"I want you to look me in the eyes when I mouth-fuck you. You. FUCKING. DIRTY. WHORE."Ron said as he trusted repeatedly into his mouth while Draco looked at him, his

bright, silver eyes tearing up in humiliation as he realized that Ron spoke the truth. He was nothing more then a whore. A fucking, fag-whore. He started crying for real

when he felt the humiliating, tightening feeling in his pants, as his cock was growing harder against his will. Ron moaned deeply as he pressed Draco´s head against him,

making him choke but instead of pulling his head back again like before, his large hand lingered on the back of Draco´s head. Draco started gagging, panic rising within

him. Ron liked it though, he thrusted harder into Draco´s mouth and moaned deeply as he took a firmer grip of his blonde hair. Draco felt like he was dying, he couldn´t

breath, his body tensed and he dug his nails in Ron´s back to make him pull out of his mouth. But he just continued, making small, deep movements with his hips and

pressing his dick as deep as possible down Draco´s throat. His lips was practically touching his stomach, and his mouth got filled with the coarse hair around Ron´s cock.

And when Draco felt like he was going to faint from lack of oxygen, Ron grunted and twitched his hips, his cum flowing down Draco´s throat and then finally he pulled out

to get the last of his release over Draco´s face and hair. Draco gasped for air and coughed as he held himself upright by griping Ron´s hips but Ron jerked his body away

from him and pulled up his trousers. Draco rolled over on his side, waiting for Ron to go away, so that he could drown in the humiliation in all his loneliness, but seconds

later Ron pushed Draco over at his back and straddled him. He leaned in to him with a smug smirk on his face, his breath hot like fire and started rubbing his hands at

Draco´s groin.

"And what is this? He laughed mockingly. He had found out Draco´s secret. He knew that his erection pounded ominously in his pants. Ron continued stroking it, outside

the clothes. Apparently Draco wasn´t worthy enough to get a proper handjob. He wasn't supposed to feel good about this. He wasn´t supposed to enjoy it. This was just

another act of humiliation. Like he hadn´t got enough. Draco looked everywhere else than at him, he didn´t want to face his mocking grin as he pressed his hand back

and forth his crotch. But ofcourse, Ron wanted Draco to look at him. He grabbed his face and forced Draco to face him. His fingers dug in the flesh of Draco´s cheeks, it

would leave a bruise. His pace quickened and Draco felt his eyes falling backwards as he went over the edge. He moaned loudly, feeling the sticky fluid inside his pants.

Filthy. Disgusting. When he was finished, Ron placed his hands on each side of Draco´s head.

He leaned in close and said his finale words before he left Draco lying on the floor shattered and torn.

"Hm, look at that, who´s gay now, you filthy man whore."

Now, please rewiev. I don+t know, if this kind of stories is allowed, but I´m gonna take my chances. and Im sorry if I offended any of you, If you think this was hurtful to you, I promise you, It wasn´t my meaning. yeah, that´s all. thanks :)