Hey! I give you this rewritten chapter! I even added an extra scen which wasn´t there before.

I must warn you though! It´s not pretty! This should be rated MA for extreme sexual content and violence.

Yeah... Thought you ought to know. *Faints*

How did he end up like this? Him, a Malfoy, he had one of the finest bloodline of the entire school. He had been the proudest and the most honourable person of them all. How could a person like that, end up like this? Ravished, violated, bruised and bleeding. Raped.
But could he really call it that? He knew what he put himself up for, still he kept coming back. He kept finding himself in that same situation. He had given his body to him, completely. He let himself be abused, and for what? He wasn´t even enjoying it any more. It wasn´t about lust. It was some kind of sick death-wish. Maybe he was just waiting for Ron to finally fuck his filthy, fragile body to death, and not just leave him half dead, physically and mentally. Sometimes he got so exuasted and weak that he couldn´t move, it wasn´t just his muscles that obayed him but his mind. It kept telling him that he wasn´t worth fighting for, why should he get up and move? You might as well lay here and wait for somebody to find you, and they´ll see what a disgusting fag you are. But Draco couldn´t help himself. He couldnt keep away, he had become addicted to the pain, more than to the pleasure. He needed some kind of reassurence, it was like Ron´s abuse was a sign that he was still alive. Without the pain he would be lost, more lost than he already was. He didn´t want it. He needed it. So Ron´s words were true.

Draco was just a whore. A filthy, pathetic, pitiful whore.

"You filthy whore" Ron spat as he let out his release on Malfoy´s bruised yet pale face. It didn´t matter how many times he did it, he never got tired of it. He had grown an addiction to Malfoy. An addiction based on pure hatred and driven on power. It kept him going, He couldn´t get enough it, the power. He wanted to go further, every time. There wasn´t any limits for humiliation. Nor pain.

Ron looked at Malfoy where he lied underneath him . His brusied cheek was turned against Ron, his mind somewhere else. He looked numb. Ron placed his hand around his neck, and turned Malfoy´s head with his thumb so that he was faceing him again. His silvery eyes gave Ron an indifferent look. Ron spat on him, the saliva mixing with his cum in an attempt to lure out a reaction from the pale face, but was unsuccesful.

He suddenly felt repulsed by touching him. He felt... Insecure and disgusted, by himself as much as Malfoy. It felt like, that whore wasn´t fighting it anymore. He just lies there and let Ron claw his skin open, beat him up and slam into him. He shows no sign of pain or humiliation. Nothing. It drove Ron mad. It made him feel like he wasn´t in charge. Not even that glimt of pleasure was shown in his eyes anymore.

Pleasure was good. Beacuse if there was pleasure in his eyes, there was humiliation. Ron knew that Malfoy couldn´t stand the thought of liking a dick being shoved inside him. But this corpse didnt give him anything. If Ron told Malfoy to look at him, he did. But that numb look wasn´t worth a penny, he wasn´t really looking.

Instead of getting of him as fast as possible, like he used to, he remained on top of him. A hesitant thought peeked inside his mind, carefully providing him with a possible solution. What if...you actually tried to make him feel plesure...

Ron shook his head. No. Why would he want to do that? Once again, though a little bit more secure now, his mind spoke. Because... It´s not like you´ve got something to loose, at least you would get some kind of response from him. And you said it yourself, if he feels plesure he most definatly feels shame and humiliation. Ron watched Draco, waited for him to show any sign of life, but nothing came. Maybe he could try... He was tired of fucking a corpse.

He shifted his body slightly, his entire posture changeing to a somewhat softer one. His hard grip of Malfoy´s face loosened, and instead of pressing his thumb into Malfoy´s cheek, he started stroking it with slow, smooth movements. The sudden change was strange, Ron had grown used to being angry, forceful and rough and to suddenly be tender, was pretty exhausting. His breath started to deepen, and the tension grew signifiantly in the air.

His hand moved up to the blonde, messy hair and he ran his fingers through it, carefully combing it free from knots and sticky strands. Ron saw the slight flicker in Draco´s eyes, and how it grew from feeble to disbealiving to petrified to hesitant, like he was awaiting Ron´s next move. That small sign of life was enough for Ron, he didn´t realize that Draco was so deeply rooted that all that was needed was this small touch. He really was just like a dog. Forgive and forget, is it really that easy? Ron didn´t think so, but nonetheless, he lowered his head to place a, oh, so soft kiss on Draco´s collarbone. It was barely a kiss at all, just a careful brush of lips, but it was enough. Draco´s hesitant eyes turned hopeful, like a orphan being told he might get a family – hopeful but cautious , and aware that he might get turned down. But the hope was slowly beating the cautiousness. Fool.

Ron continued brushing his lips across Draco´s bruised chest, carefully letting out little puffs of breaths every now and then, something he remembered Harry used to like, and let his large hands travel up and down his sides, putting a little more pressure than he did with the kisses but not enough to be painful. Draco shivered, and let out a muffled moan as he tentatively raised his hands and weakly placed them on Ron´s waist.

His hands and arms were quivering, like some part of him tried to restrain him, screaming "danger!" while the other part so desperately longed for affection and wanted to touch Ron. Usually Ron didn´t allow Malfoy to touch him in any other place than his crotch, and the blonde had never really tried either. Ron guessed that Malfoy thought it was better being forced than facing the fact that he actually wanted to touch Ron´s body. He didn´t want to admit that he liked the feeling of a man´s body underneath his hands.

And sure enough, as on order Ron saw the shame and self loathing glowing in the blonde man´s eyes. Ron felt rather self satisfied with himself and what he had accomplished in such short time but didn´t want to quit just yet. He let his tongue leave a path across the pale chest, smoothly moving up to the neck, where he started to suck gently, but still with fervor.

Malfoy soon began to squirm underneath him and whimpered louder for every second as Ron moved his lips and tongue along his neck, leaving small marks and when he started using his teeth the suppressed whimpers turned into moans.

Ron smirked slightly as he remembered the way Harry, too, would fall apart under this treatment. But he shook his head slightly, getting rid of the image of the green, smiling eyes ordering himself not to compare him with the scum underneath him and stop treating him like he deserved to feel good. But somehow, the response he got from Malfoy was intriguing, and Ron felt himself continue his smooth handling of the blonde.

He traveled his hands down the pale chest, letting his thumb graze lightly over the left nipple, making Malfoy buck his chest up to get closer. Ron placed the other hand on his shoulder, keeping him down as he moved his lips down again, aiming for the yet untouched nipple.

Draco seemed to understand what he was planning and made an impatient sound in the back of his throat, squirming restlessly as Ron made sure to be real slow, teasingly circling his tongue around the nub until Malfoy was whimpering as if in suffering.

Ron quirked his lips slightly as he continued his torture, when suddenly he felt Malfoy´s hand on the back of his head, pushing him down weakly to get some relief, but Ron´s head didn´t budge. That is until Malfoy let his hand fall back in defeat, the long, delicate fingers brushing down over Ron´s back, following the spine until he reached the small of his back where he unconsciously let them linger.

Ron shivered all over, the oblivious touch sending sparks right to his crotch and without realizing he was suddenly sucking the nipple in his mouth, granting Malfoy what he wanted, devouring and savoring the sounds that escaped the blonde. As he started nibbling lightly on the pink, erect nub he suddenly found himself surprised at the growing hard on in his boxers. It felt weird having a hard on with out being angry, but even though he would never admit it, Ron relished in it. It felt... Nice.

He subconsciously relaxed into the thin body underneath him, any tension or rage that had lingered in his touch vanishing and was left with sheer tender movements. He abandoned the nipple making Malfoy whimper in protest at the loss but continued downwards anyway, placing soft kisses along the blonde´s ribs, letting his tongue follow the shape jutting bones.

When he reached the bellybutton he withdrew his lips slightly so that there was no skin to skin contact and sucked in a breath, holding it, then gently releasing it, blowing a path in a circle around the bellybutton, then moving down and up slowly in an eight-shaped loop.

Ron could see the goosebumps forming and fading in waves on the pale skin, and felt his heart beating faster as he felt Malfoy´s erection brush oh so lightly against the side of his neck and felt it twitch at the lack of rougher friction. Ron chuckled breathlessly as Malfoy bucked his hips up to get some kind of relief, proving his assumption to be true, but the breathless laugh ended up making him jerk up again even more desperately then before, which made Ron chuckle even more, letting out warm huffs of breath over the sensitive skin between the bellybutton and crotch-area.

It turned out to be a vicious circle, and to avoid getting stabbed in the eye, Ron had to withdrew his face from it´s crouched position while he held two firm hands on either side of Malfoy´s hips, keeping him still again.

"A bit eager, aren´t we?" Ron croaked, his voice hoarse.

Malfoy jumped slightly at the sudden speaking, but probably more because of how warm the words were spoken. He certainly wasn´t used to that. But he soon got back to his blissfully inattentive state of mind as Ron´s lips reconnected with his skin.

He traveled downwards, pressing soft kisses at the inside of Malfoy´s pale thighs until he reached the knee, then slowly made his way up again, aiming for Malfoy´s crotch.

Malfoy bucked his hips up, wanting to feel more of Ron, and he did. Ron granted him his wishes as he reached Malfoy´s cock and grazed his tongue on the underside of it, all the way to the tip.

"Oh fuck!" Draco exclaimed in a desperate moan that broke out into needing whimpers.

Ron smirked then placed his lips around the head of the rock-hard erection. The boy underneath him immediately bucked his hips up, thrusting further inside Ron´s mouth. Ron hummed at the movement, gripping the slimmer boy´s hips, keeping him still, and started bobbing his head in his own torturing pace. Very slowly that it was to the verge of unbearable.

He hummed every time he lowered his head, and hollowed his cheeks when going up again.

This left Draco writhing and moaning on the bed within minutes, gripping the sheets in his fists as hard as he could.

Ron listened in rapture at the whimpers, sobbing, pleading, moans and mews feeling a familiar tingle in his chest. A feeling he used to feel when he was with Harry. And then he realized. The moans didn´t come from the person whom Ron wanted it to come from. This was Malfoy. Not Harry.

He raised his gaze, meeting the eyes that was looking down at him in a expression of trust. Grey eyes. Not green. Blond hair, not black. How could Ron be so foolish thinking he could pretend this leach underneath him was Harry?

The look of trust and warmth wasn´t a look Ron wanted to revive from anyone else than Harry. Ron was supposed to protect Harry, and punish the bastard he was currently driving over the edge as he had furiously hastened his pace in his growing rage.

He jerked away when he felt Malfoy come down his throat and spat out the part that he had in his mouth on Malfoy´s stomach.

Ron watching the blonde as he collapsed into the mattress, his eye-lids heavy and his eyes clouded with post orgasmic warmth. And there it was again. The look of trust.

No tears. No humiliation, no fear.

The rage exploded within Ron´s chest, he couldn´t control himself. How could he have lost it so completely? He was mad because Malfoy had taken away the only thing that he had left to live on. Memories and Power. Malfoy had made him allow himself to show softness and tenderness towards him, and that wasn´t meant for him. It was meant for the person that Draco had stolen from him. He made me show weakness, his defiance had driven Ron to this.

The rage sent shivers through his whole body, out to his fingertips that was still gripping Malfoy´s slim hips, though his grip was growing rougher and rougher til the point where he must´ve had left brusies.

Ron looked into the grey eyes, that had widen during the slight process, and was now looking terrified at Ron, waiting for the next move that he knew would come. It always did.

Ron placed his large hands around his pale and fragile neck, and pressed them hard against Malfoy´s throat.

The boy started gasping, and gagging, and there. Right there. Fear.

Ron´s fingers kind of burned, the feeling, the power exicting him more then ever before. A feeling most complarable to the feeling one get when using "avada kedavra".

Amazing.

Malfoy´s thin, pale arms reached for Ron´s hands, and tried to loosen the clutching grip, but his

body was far from strong enough. He had been torn down by Ron.

The grey eyes radiated sheer panic, tears running down his cheeks as his body fought for survival but it was slowly weakening as Ron´s grew stronger.

Ron started laughing as he jerked Malfoy´s neck in the firm grip, his fingers clenching harder around it. But something stung inside him. He couldn´t kill him. He couldn´t do this. Let go, let go.

Ron watched the grey, tear-filled eyes, and saw them fade away. He started flinching under Ron, twitching, and then his weak arms fell. Ron jerked himself from the boy. He jumped out off the bed, and stumbled backwards to the wall and pressed himself flat against it.

He watched the unmoving body lying on the bed feeling his own heart pounding painfully in his chest. What the hell had he done?

Then Malfoy gasped and started coughing. Ron felt his heart hammering even worse then he fled.

He put his clothes on and ran out. Not looking back.

Draco was lying on the bed with his tear-stained face pressed down on the dirty sheets.

His hands where tied above his head and the thin arms had been dislocated when Ron repeatedly and fiercely slammed into him, you could almost hear the clicking sound when his shoulders popped out of place.

The pain.

Flashback

Draco thought that Ron had grown tired of him, the red-head didn´t show up for several weeks. Not since that night.

He didn´t even force Draco to stay at Hogwarts over the holidays, like he used to.

But Draco didn´t dare to go home anyway, he stayed near Ron in fear. Twisted. He knew that.

But in some ways, Ron´s silence and abstinence was more frightening then if he had just fucked Draco. It´s like the calm before a storm.

And sure enough, after a month of waiting Draco watched his tall figure step out from the shadows

with a dark look in his eyes.

Draco stumbled backwards automatically, but Ron grabbed hold of his arm and his touch got Draco under a trance again, it´s like those weeks had never happened. Draco followed him where Ron lead him.

So here he was, back in that disgusting bed. With Ron on top of him. The large hands felt like knifes on his skin, and his breath burnt like fire. At least Draco didn´t have to look at him, given the fact that he was lying on his stomach.

Draco kept quite besides those silent grunts when Ron slammed into him extra hard. Draco knew he begged for it, he knew Ron would be mad if he didn´t give any sign of resident.

Then Ron suddenly pulled out of him. Draco was a bit taken aback by this. He didn´t usually do that until he was finished.

Thinking Ron was done with him, he got up on his knees, to ease the pain in his arms.

But Ron immediately pressed him down again, the pressure almost breaking his arm.

Draco could feel his rage. His hands where shaking in emotion and he clenched his fingers around Draco´s waist, over and over. His breath was jerky and unsteady, and Draco could hear him gritter his teeth. Draco could feel his blue gaze burn him the back of his neck.

He waited for Ron to continue his endless thrusting, but instead Draco felt him reach for something.

He heard something crash... Glass, maybe?

Then, Draco screamed as the sharp object was pushed inside him.

Draco thought that he had known pain before. But that was nothing, nothing, compared to this. He tried to jerk away from Ron, and whatever he was pushing inside him. He cried and screamed for him to stop, stop, STOP! He begged Ron to kill him, but the boy only laughed. Though his laugh was shaky and manic like he was close to a nervous breakdown.

Ron told Draco to shut the fuck up, and Draco tried, biting his lips so hard it started to bleed, to prevent himself from screaming, but the pain was to unbearable so when he didn´t stop screaming Ron slammed Draco´s head against the wall.

Draco´s eyes went black, he couldn´t see anything as everything started spinning and he felt sick.

He hoped that he was close to death, or at least unconsciousness, but the pain inside him kept breaking him through to reality. He felt blood stream down his face, as Ron started to repeatedly smash his head against the wall.

Draco felt the salty taste on his quivering lips as he cried and soon his screams was drowned in the blood.

Then finally his eyes shut closed and he couldn´t feel the pain.

He embraced the darkness, embraced the emptiness of death.

But of course Draco wasn´t worthy of such a simple solution.

Draco´s eyes fluttered open, and found himself looking into the mirror which Ronhad placed beside his bed. The reflection mirroring what he had done.

The broken bottle lied beside Draco. He kicked it away.

His pale face was crossed, and the dried blood cracked when he grunted in pain at the movement.

He was dirty, filthy, disgusting.

His body was covered in the remains of their encounter. Of him.

Draco could see where his hands had been, where he had hit him, grabbed him. His fluids was all over him, mixing with the blood and everything looked even worse in contrast with his pale skin.

He looked dead.

The pain and disgust overpowered him and he felt his stomach twist. He rolled to his side and threw up over the edge of the bed and didn´t stop until every inch of Ron was gone.

But he´d never get rid of him completely, his body still belongs to him.

Draco knew that, he knew that.

So – Now this chapter is rewritten too. Finally. I got a little rushed at the end, not really adding anything but only changing point of view. Well. Tell me what you think of it! Review!