Author's Note: This version of the story is in Ron's point of view. The other fanfiction, "Captive Part 1", is written from Harry's perspective. The events in each chapter don't line up from story to story, so I'm not entirely sure which you should read first. Whoever you like best, I guess. However, you may rest assured to know that both stories also have different parts and scenes that may not be included in one or the other. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story nonetheless, whichever version you may read first! I may or may not continue it in a 'part three' once the double-character thing gets a bit tiresome, but I have absolutely no idea. Have fun!

Included in this story is non-consensual sex, sex between two males, violence, and probably a lot of swearing. And did I say sex?

What. The. Fuck.

Ron just watched as Malfoy falsely identified Harry as someone else. Being the youngest child of an outrageously large family and victim to five older brothers, not to mention the best friend of a self-sacrificing martyr, he knew when to tell someone was lying, and Malfoy was pulling out all the stops. The bloody git made up some shitty story about a Quidditch wound, which Ron couldn't remember ever happening, and then proceeded to insist that Harry was not Harry. Bull shit.

Ron didn't know what the bastard was up to, but he knew it was probably some self-serving purpose, and didn't think for once that he was actually trying to help Harry at all. Six years of merciless teasing about his 'blood traitor' status and 'mudblood' friend wasn't enough to pin this on, but the constant hexes sent his way and Draco's assisting in the murder of the best headmaster Hogwarts has ever seen was. However, it was their only chance at survival, so Ron played his part of terrified captive as best he could. And, seriously, this bloke who was holding him needed a fucking breath mint or something.

"Alright, well, just…just put them with the others, I suppose. It's not as though we can take them to the ministry now, they know too much, obviously," Lucius said, looking crestfallen. "We will decide later what to do with them."

"Father, a word," Draco said at the last minute, appearing to decide on something.

Here we go, this is the fucking catch.

Draco walked over to his father and Fenrir joined him, along with most of his gang. They formed a circle, not speaking lowly, but far enough away to where the captives could not hear.

Ron took this moment to look over at Harry. He knew he must be feeling pretty weird right now, what with all that was happening. He also knew that Harry had some deep-rooted problems with being exposed in front of too many people. Harry probably thought he didn't notice, but Ron had always given him space in the mornings to change and after practice to shower, because whenever Ron had tried to talk to him at these times, Harry seemed to get increasingly nervous. He also knew that Harry didn't notice that he noticed Harry looking him up and down on several occasions in the showers after Quidditch. But that was for another time, and he knew Harry didn't mean to be weird or mean anything by it, so he just disregarded the actions.

He noticed Bellatrix eyeing Harry's exposed skin, however, and suppressed a very powerful retch. The old hag, who looked like a bloody terrifying skeleton, was interested in younger boys, eh? Ron couldn't help but feel terrified that she might do something to his best friend, and his fear increased as Harry gave a panicked look back at him. Was she bloody feeling him up?

He noticed Harry's face was a little less swollen.

As the group made their way back, Draco told Bellatrix to take 'Ugly' upstairs, to which she looked at him weird. Ron would have pondered it more, were he not stuck on the whole 'upstairs' part. What were they going to do to Harry now?

Ron suddenly looked up and found Fenrir Greyback in all his hairy, meaty bulk towering before him. He seized Ron's upper arm painfully and dragged him to his feet. He would probably be tortured before being killed, since he was still masquerading as a Weasley technically. At least Harry kept his identity hidden, due to him not being 'Ronald Weasley, obvious sidekick and fellow-meddler of Harry Potter'. Instead he was 'Barny Weasley, normal blood-traitor'. He turned to reassure Hermione that it would be alright, even though it wouldn't, but found her to be still sitting, completely forgotten by Greyback. What was going on?

"And you, I'm gonna make you my personal little fuck buddy," Ron felt the giant whisper against his neck.

As he processed this completely unexpected statement, Ron's mind raced. He soon realized what Fenrir was getting at and felt the blood drain from his face.

"GET THIS MANIAC AWAY FROM ME! YOU'RE SICK!" Ron shouted at the top of his lungs.

He wrenched his arm away, trying to break the hold of the giant meat-hook that was clamped around his arm.

"Shut up!" Fenrir merely said, clearly not at all displeased with the reaction he was getting. He grinned evilly, showing his pointed canines more.

Ron shouted something that was meant to be an insult, but was lost in his haste to break the vice-grip on his arm, but to no avail.

"YOU'RE ALL BLOODY SICK AND NEED HELP! YOU CAN'T DO THIS!" he managed to bellow. He was vaguely aware of Harry being steered upstairs, but his own peril had him too distracted. Fenrir looked completely unthreatened, and raised his hand to strike Ron upside the head.

He felt dazed, and stumbled slightly. Greyback took the opportunity to grab him from behind, wrapping one arm around Ron's torso. Half-carrying him, Greyback turned to Malfoy senior.

"May we use your guestroom? I wouldn't want to be…interrupted…back at the lair," Greyback grinned evilly, and Ron's head jerked up to see Lucius' reaction to this.

The slimy git just grimaced slightly and said, "Certainly, last door on the left on the second floor. Do please try to keep it down, though. Draco is on the same landing."

Ron's panic returned full-blast. He looked over at Hermione, who seemed to realize what was going on after hearing the exchange between Fenrir and Lucius, and he could see tears streaming down her cheeks and a terrified look on her face. This caused a wave of guilt, sadness, and embarrassment to wash over him. He wished she didn't know…this made it ten times worse…

"Well, let's go, pup," Greyback said, squeezing Ron's slightly freckled cheek painfully, then slapping it. Ron scoffed and turned his head away furiously.

He felt Greyback begin to shove him towards the stairs where Harry had disappeared, and Ron flailed against the beast with all he could, shouting more.

"Get away from me! LET ME GO!" Ron yelled, struggling against his wrist restraints and Greyback's grip on his torso.

Greyback merely lifted Ron up slightly, still with one arm, and dragged him up the stairs. Ron could feel Greyback's excited breath on his neck again, and felt a forceful nip at his pulse by sharp teeth after he had tried to kick the offender. This made Ron yelp, and he felt sickened by the sexual flavor Fenrir added to the next nip at the back of his neck. He shuddered.

"Now, wait in here," he growled, shoving Ron into the room at the end of the long, dark hallway. Ron landed on a bed.

He wished he didn't know why it was here.

Moving forward, Greyback reached down at Ron, seeming to remember something. He fisted Ron's hair, making him grunt in pain, and pointed his wand at Ron's mouth. Ron tried to pull away, but Fenrir was too strong for him. He saw something fly out of the tip and felt it go over the top of his mouth and wrap around the back of his head tightly, preventing him from saying another word. Greyback eyed him hungrily, backing out of the room, and then slammed the door hard, causing the room to shake. Ron sat up again, looking with rage at where the fucking monster had disappeared. He wondered how long he had.

Ron tried to keep his mind blank, but the panic he felt prodding at the edges of his thoughts was being persistent. He tried not to think of what would happen to him, tried not to think of what this man had brought him up here for, tried not to think why he needed to be gagged and bound for it…

He would be fucked. Most likely mercilessly, if Fenrir's fucking was any mirror to his other activities. He had been brought up here to be used as a toy for one purpose, and one purpose only. He could only hope that death would soon follow, because he really didn't think he could take living with the consequences afterward. He shuddered in the darkness as he thought of the injuries he would most likely receive. He wasn't a fool. He had seen his brother's face, once handsome and smooth, now marred with scars that had yet to fade. He had heard of the unfortunate victims that Greyback attacked, preferring to use his teeth even when not in wolf form…

Ron felt the unmistakable stinging of tears in the corners of his eyes as he realized his life would soon end. He was still a virgin, for Christ's sake. And now he would be taken cruelly by this monster of a half-human, and then possibly beaten and scratched to a bloody pulp. Ron wasn't afraid to die, he had been a good person and helped as many people as he could during his life. It was just the way he would die that scared him. Bill had said it was the most painful thing that could ever happen to anyone, being attacked like he was…Ron wondered if getting fucked roughly beforehand would make him change his opinion about that…

He flopped backwards onto the bed, despair making itself the only emotion he had left to accompany him. He wondered where Harry was.

It seemed to be ages he sat there in the dark room, awaiting his doom. His thoughts became slowly more morbid as time passed. He wondered if there were any sharp objects in the room, and maybe he could beat Greyback to it…

Too late.

The door swung forcefully open again, and that familiar hulking figure was shadowed in the doorway. Ron could only mentally sigh and watch.

"Well well pup, wrapped up like a little present, aren't we? I must say, your little whore friend's moaning got me all worked up, so I thought now would be the perfect time to make use of you," he grinned, pointed canines sparkling even in the lack of lighting.

Ron wondered who he meant by 'whore friend'. He scowled up at Greyback. If they fucking touched Hermione…

But the open door let him hear for himself. He heard the distinct sound of one male voice whining loudly, then crying out breathlessly. It sounded like Harry. Ron closed his eyes tightly, feeling sick. They had said Malfoy was on this floor too, which meant that Harry was now being taken advantage of by their slimy school rival. He knew Malfoy had wanted something for himself, and he guessed that Harry was that thing. Of course. He couldn't fuck Harry if Harry was identified and killed. Ron had always suspected that Malfoy was gay, he just never suspected him to go after Harry, of all people. Sick bastard.

Ron would have continued feeling concerned for his best friend's well-being if he didn't notice that Greyback had now closed the door and was slowly encroaching on himself. So began this terrible nightmare, Ron thought bitterly.

Fenrir grabbed him by his ginger hair and pulled him upward to his feet off the bed. The giant of a man leaned down (being much taller) and bit at his neck, hard, making him make a strangled noise against the gag over his mouth. He did it again, in a different place on his smooth skin, and Ron tried to contain his cry of pain this time. He wouldn't give him the satisfaction. He almost feinted though when he heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper to trousers being pulled down. Ron wondered what on earth he was doing, before he felt extreme pressure from the hands on his shoulders. Greyback pushed him to his knees and Ron felt the gag disappear.

"Ready to gain some experience, pup?" Greyback taunted, whipping out his half-hard dick. Ron swallowed. It was quite large.

"Fuck you," he said quietly, glaring up at the man. He wouldn't make this bloody easy for the bastard.

The man growled and seized Ron's hair painfully. Ron gasped, and, while his mouth was open, Fenrir shoved his large penis between Ron's lips. He didn't think he had ever felt more humiliated…

Greyback proceeded to then thrust into his mouth, shoving deeper each time. Ron gagged as he hit the back of his throat, and could feel Greyback harden fully after only a few more thrusts. His cheeks were flushed as they burned from embarrassment and from being choked periodically. His face was being used in ways it shouldn't. Disgust radiated through Ron as he felt Greyback increase his speed and push at the back of Ron's head, forcing him onto his cock. Ron could barely breathe. Tears streaked his cheeks, and he told himself it was because he was choking to death, and not because of the utter helplessness he felt. Hands tied behind his back, he could only wait for Greyback to finish.

He suspected he was close, because Fenrir began growling again and thrusting harder into Ron's mouth, causing him to gag more. He felt Greyback's fist tighten in his hair, causing the ginger to make a protesting noise against the dick being jammed into his mouth. The man merely grunted in pleasure at the vibrations it sent up his shaft.

"Take it all," the larger man said in a gruff voice. That was all the warning Ron had before the cock in his mouth convulsed and he felt the hot cum fill his mouth. He gagged as some went down his throat, Fenrir's dick still in him.

When he pulled away, Ron coughed and tried to spit it out, but Fenrir pulled him up quickly, clamping a hand over his mouth, pushing him down onto the bed and straddling him. Ron choked, now laying on his back, unable to get rid of the horribly salty cum in his mouth with Greyback's hand preventing him from doing so. Unless he –

"Swallow it," Greyback growled, grinning with malice. Ron felt some dribble down the side of his mouth. He was completely disgusted. Greyback laughed as he struggled, turning his head wildly back and forth beneath Greyback's huge hand to try and get rid of it without having to drink it like a whore. "Do it!"

Ron whimpered, closing his eyes in humiliation. Finally, because he needed to breathe sometime, he gulped it down. It was completely repulsive, and Ron hated this fucking bastard for making him do it. As if the act wasn't degrading enough…

"There's a good little pup. I think we'll keep your mouth free, though. I want to hear you scream," he said menacingly. Ron felt all color leave his face.

"But you just – " Ron started weakly.

"Oh, your little act there got me all excited again," Greyback said, laughing at Ron's innocent expression. "I do like a bit of fight in them."

Ron grunted as he felt himself being flipped over onto his stomach. He heard himself groan as he realized what Greyback was going to do next.

"Don't act like it's all my fault, pup. You're practically begging for it with those fucking tight jeans on," the man growled into Ron's ear from behind him, nipping at the shell when he finished.

Ron blushed profusely, looking away. He would have punched the insane bastard if his arms weren't currently cramping behind his back.

Greyback leaned over him, pressing his still bare and erect penis against Ron's jean-clad arse. He growled in pleasure and rutted against him a few times, perhaps to not leave any doubt in Ron's mind as to what was going to happen to him. He then reached beneath Ron and unbuttoned his jeans. Ron whimpered softly again, unable to hide his fear. He felt his jeans and underwear pulled down at the same time, being left to rest somewhere near his mid thigh. Calloused hands grabbed his arse roughly, squeezing his skin too hard.

"So smooth and untouched…But then, we'll soon fix that," Fenrir said, laughing darkly. He slapped one cheek, making Ron blush harder.

Ron felt his hips seized on either side, and could only let himself be propped slightly onto his knees, as his arms were still useless. He closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable…

He felt it, the blunt offender, first resting against his entrance, no doubt Greyback trying to cause suspense. Then, without warning, he pushed into Ron firmly, making him scream and tense. Ron had never screamed so loudly before, but then again he had never felt like he was being torn in half before either.

"Such a tight little arse," Greyback said lowly, his hips now right against Ron's. He pulled back and slammed into him again, hard.

Between gasps of breath, Ron couldn't stop himself from letting out a pathetic sob. The pain was too much. He cried out each time that loathsome beast of a man pounded into him, feeling himself actually tearing and knowing there would be blood. It was as unforgiving and cruel as he had expected, yet much, much worse all the same. Greyback pushed down on Ron's shoulders as he continued to fuck his virgin hole mercilessly, ignoring Ron's pleading.

"Please!" Ron shouted at the top of his lungs, not caring how helpless he sounded anymore. "Just – ah! – just STOP!"

"Oh yeah," Greyback breathed into Ron's neck, biting it fiercely as he pumped in and out of his arse. He growled again, quickening his pace and breathing heavily.

Ron whined into the blankets on the bed, his only comfort at the moment. Tears found their way down his freckled cheeks again, and he let out smaller cries as the pain seemed to slowly ebb away. He wondered if he was getting used to it, or if he was just simply passing out. He hoped it was the latter.

But before sweet darkness could take him over, he felt the werewolf dig his sharp fingernails into the skin of Ron's hips painfully, most likely drawing blood. He gasped, clenching his eyes shut. Greyback began pulling him back to meet the thrusts, growling appreciatively. One hand wound its way back into Ron's hair, pulling him up slightly.

"Scream for me again," the large man said into Ron's ear.

When Ron didn't do anything, not really out of stubbornness but more from the inability to think, he bit down hard on Ron's neck. This time, as he cried out loudly from the agony, he could actually feel his fair skin splitting and blood trickling down his neck onto his shirt. Greyback lapped it up, licking along Ron's abused throat.

"Uhn," Ron said, not really meaning to say anything. He felt so tired and hoarse from screaming. He wondered vaguely how much blood he had lost from this ordeal already. Then he wondered how much more he would lose.

Greyback held Ron forcefully and began grunting against the shell of his ear. One hand clenched his right hip painfully tight, no doubt adding more bruises to the others he probably already sustained, and the other hand was pulling at his short hair, making him hurt even worse. He opened his eyes to stare at the wall before him, wishing he would stop crying. It made him feel like even more of a helpless victim. Ron felt Greyback's tongue again, this time on his cheek, licking up a few tears too.

"I love the taste of fear," the beast said sickeningly, making Ron's stomach feel cold. Fenrir's breath was getting heavier and the speed of his pounding was increasing. The hand clenched in Ron's hair mercifully released its hold. However, he felt it trailing under his arm, over his chest, and finally up to his neck.

Ron began to panic as Fenrir squeezed around his throat, choking him. He tried to reach up and pry it off, but realized yet again that his hands were uselessly tied behind his back. All he could do was let out a strangled cry as he felt his consciousness leaving him. But just as darkness was about to take him again, he felt Greyback loosen his hold, and gulped in breath. The sadist repeated this act a few times, but never quite let Ron escape into unconsciousness, always bringing him back. It was torture.

Finally, after what felt like hours of a horrific nightmare for Ron, the werewolf growled with pleasure and slowed, thrusting through his orgasm. Ron could feel a sickening wet warmth grow inside him, spreading into his body. It felt like poison.

The larger man grunted and pulled out, ignoring Ron's pained gasp as he did so, and stood. Ron panted, feeling extremely drained.

"Very good, pup," the man said, tucking himself back into his pants and zipping his trousers again. "I'll see you tomorrow for another session. I don't think I could stay away from that tight arse if I tried."

And with a cackle, he left. Ron lay there with a foreboding feeling. Tomorrow? How many times would he have to go through this?

He lay there pathetically, limp and sore, wishing the most painful death on the man who had just forced him to do the most humiliating things. Ron wasn't sure how, but he managed to roll onto his side, gasping as he did from the pain. He felt something wet between his legs and looked down.

"Oh god," he said, closing his eyes and letting his head drop back onto the bed. He had blood running down his leg, along with what looked like cum. He could imagine what he looked like, laying there bleeding with his jeans still down around his thighs. Probably numerous bruises and neck bites, one of which he could feel bleeding still. His throat hurt from Fenrir's torturous strangling hold.

He wanted to pass out. He wanted it so desperately. But the horror of what had just happened to him kept his mind from closing off. He kept replaying it, despite his mental protests, and he knew that doing this only furthered Greyback's influence on him. But he couldn't stop it. All he kept hearing was the man's terrifying voice whispering obscenities in his ear as he shoved in and out of Ron's abused body.

Scream for me again.

Ron shivered, burying his face into the covers of the bed he had been abandoned on. Blood dripped from his neck onto the silky fabric as he lay there, alone. A tear fought its way through his defenses again, which opened the flood gates.

Ron sobbed silently into the darkness.

He hadn't noticed that someone had come in while he broke down completely, shedding numerous tears onto the bedspread as he lay on his side. He tried to be quiet in case Greyback decided to come back for another go, but he couldn't stop himself from crying the hardest he had ever cried in his life. His broken body shook with his wracking breaths, slightly curled up on the bed, and his arms hung limply behind him, still bound.

It was when he felt a hand on his shoulder that he stopped, shocked into silence. He held his breath and looked around quickly, feeling his punctured neck protest. The hand retreated as Ron moved.

He could make out someone in the dark room, standing beside the bed, but didn't see their face clearly enough to tell who it was. The dark and his tears clouded his vision. Ron felt his stomach tighten, wondering if he was given to someone else now until Fenrir returned tomorrow…

"Who're you?" Ron said, hating how weak he sounded.

No answer.

The man reached for Ron, who jerked away from the outstretched hand, not wanting a repeat of what had happened just minutes ago. But the man persisted, moving forward and pulling on one of Ron's bound arms, sliding him over to the edge of the bed where the man could get at him. Ron closed his eyes, wishing he could just rest for a second before another person forced him down and fucked him.

But apparently that wasn't what the man had in mind after all. He felt hands on his hips and cringed, but realized that his jeans were being pulled up to cover him again. He heard the zipper being pulled and felt tender hands button the clasp. He felt a little better, being clothed again. The man, still leaning over him, grabbed him in what Ron would have thought was a hug, but realized he was being pulled up into a sitting position. He grunted with the pain that came with moving so much, and felt light-headed when he was upright.

The man straightened Ron's shirt and stepped back, pulling out a wand. Ron flinched, eyes widening. What was he going to do?

The person waved his wand briefly, and Ron felt the ropes around his wrists disappear. He breathed a sigh of relief, put his hands in his lap, and looked at his wrists. From what he could tell, they were bruised and scarred where the ropes had been, probably from his exertion while Greyback was torturing him.

Ron shook his head, looking up at the man in the darkness across the room. He seemed to be hesitating, for some reason. Then, the most unlikely person's voice spoke into the silence.

"I'm…I'm sorry, Weasley."

Ron felt a weird twinge in the pit of his stomach.

"M-Malfoy?" Ron said, his voice still shaky.

"I'm sorry," he said again, and left. Ron saw his white-blonde hair shine briefly in the doorway from the light in the hall before he shut the door and was gone. He heard it squelch shut as it was magically sealed from the outside.

Ron lay back down, too tired to keep up the effort of sitting up, shaking. He was sweaty from the previous ordeal he had just endured and tears still stained his freckled cheeks, but he felt a bit better with the use of his arms. He ran his hands through his red hair with a trembling hand, sighing into the darkness again. He wondered why Malfoy had helped him. He was undoubtedly part of the reason Ron was here, anyways. But then, maybe that was why he was apologizing…

He lay there for he didn't know how long, just staring up at the ceiling blankly. Ron tried not to think about anything…

But then, for fuck's sake, the door opened again. Ron wished everyone would just leave him alone so that he could try and pass out from the pain and exhaustion in peace. Once he was out, they could do whatever the hell they wanted. He just wanted it to end…

But when he heard the voice of the intruder, his heart leapt. Despite his probably pathetic appearance, laying on his side in the middle of the bed with sweat on his face and tears in his eyes, he had never been happier to see anyone else in his seventeen years.

"Ron," Harry said, sounding shocked. Ron hoped to god he hadn't heard what had happened to him. He hoped nobody knew, but it was becoming apparent that the whole house was aware, at least the Death Eaters. Fenrir was probably gloating about his 'tight arse' to anyone who would listen. Ron felt embarrassed as he thought of if the news got to his family somehow…no one would look at him the same again…

"Harry," Ron said in an exhausted yet relieved voice. He recognized his best friend's vocal chords anywhere after all these years.

"Christ," he heard Harry saw lowly. He sounded furious. So, he did know, then…

Ron felt Harry sit on the bed next to him. He didn't know what to say, so he said nothing. What could he say? Then a thought popped into his head as he realized where Harry had probably just come from.

"You okay?" Ron asked shakily. Both of them…both of them had been given away like this. He wondered if Malfoy had been as unforgiving as Greyback had. At least he wasn't quite as powerful…he could only hope Harry's experience was better than his own.

"Yeah," Harry said. He spoke softly, like he was afraid to be too loud in Ron's presence. That just made him feel worse. Did he look that bad?

He felt Harry reach over to him, and Ron stiffened. He felt the hand gently touch his neck, calloused fingers from Quidditch and fighting grazing against the bruised skin. He probably had bruises around it due to Greyback 'playing' with him while he fucked him. Not to mention the obvious bite marks he had probably received. Harry was probably pitying him right now, which he didn't need. Harry's hand moved to Ron's hip, pushing the fabric of his jeans and shirt away slightly, causing Ron to tense again.

He saw Harry immediately pull away awkwardly, probably not knowing what to do.

"Are you…okay?" Harry's tentative voice said.

"Yeah," Ron said, a little too quickly. He heard Harry sigh sadly, then he felt the weight of him lying down beside him on the bed.

Too tired to protest, Ron just lay there as he felt Harry's arm wrap around him from behind in a hug.

He heard a sniffle, and realized Harry was crying. Was he crying for his sake, or from his own experience? Hearing Harry's quiet ragged breathing as his tears fell, Ron couldn't help himself either. For what felt like the millionth time, tears streamed down his own cheeks again, staining the blanket beneath the two boys.

They both lay there on top of the covers, crying silently into the darkness. Ron couldn't help but feel comforted instead of awkward anymore. Sure, they never hugged like this before, and he didn't think he had ever seen Harry cry this raw before either, but they had good reason to. Both knew what the other had faced, and Ron couldn't help but feel sorry for Harry more than himself. Yes, he had been forcibly fucked into the bed like some toy without feelings, like something inhuman, but it hadn't been by someone they had seen on multiple occasions. Someone they had talked to and interacted with multiple times, someone they had lived with. Ron was able to emotionally distance himself from Greyback because he was Greyback, a cruel monster bent on watching the world burn. Malfoy was a bit more human and a bit more grounded in Harry's life. Ron wanted to kill the blonde git.

But then, he had been the one to ease Ron's discomfort, if only slightly, after he had been brutally taken by Greyback. He had covered Ron back up and untied him. It only confused him more, however. Anyone who wanted to really help would have healed his wounds and broken him out of this nightmarish place, not left him here for Greyback to have over and over again.

And also, why was Harry here? Ron would think that, had they been taken prisoner and used as some sort of twisted sex puppets, their captors wouldn't give a nargle's arse if they wanted the small luxury of seeing each other. It would give them comfort, which was what the Death Eaters had been working against since they started hunting them in the first place.

Ron was tired of pondering things, tired of thinking. Tired from being tortured and fucked like the prisoner he was. With Harry here, clutching at him like he was a dying man, Ron felt safer than he had in the past few hours. But he knew if Harry stayed…

"He might come back," Ron said quietly. Harry's grip around his torso tightened.

"He won't, not until tomorrow," he heard Harry say.

"Yeah but," Ron swallowed, mouth dry from crying so much. "I don't want you here if he does. He…you don't want to be here."

Harry buried his forehead in the back of Ron's neck, making him feel sad. He desperately didn't want him to go, but he also didn't want him to stay and find out what Fenrir's wrath was like.

"I don't fucking care," he heard his best friend say harshly. He heard a small sob at the end of the statement, making Ron's heart break.

"Okay," Ron said barely audibly. He felt the wetness of tears on the back of his neck.

They lay there in silence a long time, just breathing. Ron was either too tired to cry anymore or had run out of tears, because he realized that his cheeks were finally starting to dry. His mind was blissfully blank for a while, simply feeling the heat of the body behind him. That is, until Harry spoke.

"I'm sorry, Ron. I'm so sorry," Harry burst out, crying hard. Ron was startled. He had never heard him so upset.

"What do you mean?" he asked, looking around.

"I got us caught, even after you warned me! God, this is all my fault, and now you're – " Harry broke off, probably not wanting to say it. He buried his head into Ron's neck again, still muttering "I'm sorry, I'm sorry" over and over again.

"Harry, it's okay," Ron said with as much energy as he could muster. "I know it was just an accident. And it's not your fault, it's that fuck Greyback's fault."

Harry hugged Ron closer. Ron felt terrible. He didn't want Harry blaming himself now. While he did agree that them being captured was Harry's fault (he felt it unwise to mention, however), he knew it was a slip up. Harry had been the only one to say Voldemort's actual name until a couple years ago. Also, there was no way any of them saw this coming. The Death Eaters always seemed to stoop to new lows.

"I just – "

"Harry," Ron said firmly, "you can't go blaming yourself for this. Now shut the fuck up."

He heard Harry laugh slightly and smiled.

Ron didn't know how soon after that he fell asleep, but when he woke up, he didn't feel Harry's arm around him anymore. He looked around quickly, but yelped, bringing a hand up to his throat. It hurt so bad…

No Harry.

Ron cursed into the silent room. He was utterly alone and didn't even know what time it was, or how much time he had left until Greyback would come back. With several minutes of mental preparation, Ron moved. He hissed in pain as his body ached. His arse, hips, back, neck, and arms all screamed at him to lie back down and remain motionless, but he had to attempt to find Harry at least. If that fuck had taken him back and was doing things to him again…

Ron growled and stood up, grunting as he did. Oh, the pain. He moved slowly over to what appeared to be a mirror, and looked into it to see the damage.

Good lord. No wonder Harry had been acting so weird. Ron didn't doubt that the shadows had hidden his appearance somewhat, but even that would have looked bad. With a groan, Ron leaned forward to inspect his neck.

A large purple bruise had formed in a half-ring around the front of his neck, and Ron noticed it looked horribly like a handprint. There were also several red marks, and one shallow puncture wound on the far back-right side of his throat that was the ragged shape of a crescent, forming to fit Greyback's sharp teeth. He felt the skin around his hips being extremely sensitive to the fabric of his jeans and turned sideways, brushing the fabric away momentarily to inspect it. Another bruise greeted him, and, as he put his hand up to it, he realized he could make out five distinct fingers and a palm perfectly. Christ, how hard had Greyback held him?

There was an identical one on the other side of his body as well.

Feeling sick, Ron pulled his trousers back up and straightened his shirt again.

"Nice arse, Weasley."

Ron whipped around at the drawl he heard from the doorway. His blue eyes narrowed as they made contact with pale grey ones.

"Where's Harry?" Ron asked darkly.

"He's in my room. Sleeping. I think I wore him out," Malfoy said, smug.

"You're sick," Ron said quietly, turning away from the person who had violated his best friend.

"Don't worry, I made sure he enjoyed himself."

Ron saw Malfoy analyzing his fingernails nonchalantly in the mirror. He didn't want to hear this.

"Why are you here?" Ron said, his voice rising in volume. He turned to face him again. "Isn't it enough to know that me and Harry are completely miserable? It's what you wanted, right? It's what you've always bloody wanted. Well, I hope you're fucking happy."

Malfoy took a defensive stance.

"Hey Weasley, I didn't ask for this to happen."

"Bull shit! You're the one who made it happen, you fucking moron. You lied about Harry being someone else, yeah, but I saw your little conversation with daddy. That's why Greyback got it in his own head to – "

Ron broke off, running his hand through his hair in frustration.

"Well I didn't mean for that to happen," Malfoy shouted back, his pale face coloring a bit.

"Oh, okay, so just fucking Harry is alright then," Ron spat angrily. "You're such a git, Malfoy, all you fucking think about is yourself!"

Malfoy didn't retort, which surprised Ron slightly. He never let anybody have the last word but himself.

Ron panted for a few moments after his tirade, his blood boiling.

"You know what the sad thing is?" Ron continued angrily, yet quieter. "If you hadn't been such a horrible person to him and everybody else for six years, he might even have liked you. But instead, you torture him all through school, and then do this. Nice wooing there, you fuck."

Malfoy looked as though Ron had slapped him. Then his look turned furious, and Ron thought he saw the blush return to his pale face.

"Greyback's here," the blonde said simply, and left.

The events had begun nearly identically to last night's. Forced oral sex followed by a struggle to make Ron swallow the product of Greyback's orgasm, then he tied and held Ron down, and fucked him. However, it seemed ten times worse due to the injuries Ron still had, and his whole body wracked with pain as he was thrust into repeatedly. He had screamed himself hoarse much faster than yesterday.

"Uhn! Ah!" Ron shouted at the ceiling. He was on his back this time, Greyback bent over him in a cruel imitation of intimacy. His hands roughly held Ron's bruised hips as he pounded mercilessly into his arse.

Ron couldn't do anything to defend himself due to his hands being bound, not behind his back, but above him, to opposite ends of the headboard. They clenched and unclenched at the ropes around his wrists helplessly.

He was also, this time, completely bare of any clothing. He had been entirely embarrassed as Greyback removed his clothes quickly, while leaving his on like last time. Humiliation and pain radiated through Ron so strongly that he thought for sure he would go mad. He had been screaming incoherently for at least an hour under this monster, who had come once already, possibly twice, Ron wasn't sure. He wished Greyback would finish, he didn't know how much more he could take…

Growls escaped the man as he bit down on Ron's neck again, making him whine from the stinging pain. His abused arse was raw, and he didn't know which part of his body to concentrate on more. Sweat glistened all over him from the exertion of being pumped in and out of so violently and from struggling against his restraints.

"Oh yeah, you like that, don't you?" Greyback said huskily, looking down at his victim.

"N-no!" Ron managed to cry out breathlessly, throwing his head back as he felt a particularly violent thrust.

"What was that?" Greyback said, pounding hard again. Ron shouted in pain.

"Fuck you!" Ron screamed into the room, eyes closed tight and knowing he would regret it.

The man growled angrily and grabbed Ron's shoulders. He fucked him extremely hard, making Ron cry out each time he pushed in. His hips hurt from being slammed into. It was torturous and long, but finally, with a particularly loud growl, the man came again and Ron felt the familiar warmth spread inside him, killing his insides. He felt it leak out of him as Greyback pulled out, feeling disgusted. It was sticky and wet, and warm.

"Fed you a little too much, eh?" Greyback said, cackling as Ron panted helplessly on the bed. His chest heaved. He let his head drop back, his body exhausted and aching. He could feel more cum leaking out of him and onto the bedspread and closed his eyes, trying to ignore the feeling. "See you soon, pup. Do try not to miss me," he gave a barking laugh and left, zipping up his trousers as he did.

Ron sobbed hard into the empty room almost as soon as he left. He couldn't hold it in much longer. This time had been worse. Much, much worse. Longer, more painful, and much more humiliating. Sweat was on his brow and chest, and he felt his hair cling around his forehead and temples. Shaking, he tugged yet again on the ropes, earning him another throb from his aching and bleeding wrists. With any luck, his wrist would be injured enough for him to bleed out and die before tomorrow.

Chest still heaving, he heard the door open and closed his eyes. Not again…

"Weasley?"

Ron jumped, opening his eyes again. He barely had the energy to lift his head, and when he saw who it was, it flopped back down again. It was Malfoy. His mood did not improve.

"You okay?" he heard Malfoy ask. He spoke tentatively, which Ron didn't think he had ever heard before.

But Ron didn't think he could even speak. His voice was probably shot, and he was too tired anyway. All he could do was lay there flat on his back and breathe heavily into the air above him.

"Weasley?" Malfoy asked quickly. His voice seemed strained then.

"Uhn," Ron tried to form a coherent word, but all he gave was a small noise. He wished he had some water…

He heard movement and looked over to see Malfoy beside the bed. He reached up to one of Ron's hands and untied it from the headboard. It fell beside him, and he felt Malfoy do the same with the other. Ron felt relieved, and didn't even care that it was Malfoy helping him again. His sore body rejoiced in the painful ropes being gone.

Malfoy sighed and whipped out his wand, looking nervously at the door. He pointed it at the doorway and it swung shut and sealed. Then he turned to Ron, whose breath was finally slowing to a normal pace, and he realized just how naked he was. He wished Malfoy would quit staring…

"Weasley, I'm…I'll try and heal you first, alright?"

Ron looked up at him, confused and tired. He didn't really want Malfoy roaming his naked body, but the thought of sweet relief was so appealing. Also, he wouldn't have been able to move much, even if he tried, let alone prevent Malfoy from doing anything.

"Here," Ron felt an arm around his waist and he was dragged over to the blonde. He whimpered, feeling the pain in his nether regions intensify with movement. Malfoy flipped him over gingerly and Ron felt completely exposed.

As if he wasn't humiliated enough.

He let his tear-stained cheek rest on the pillow of the bed, not caring anymore. He was ready to pass out anyways…

He thought he heard a sharp intake of breath from Malfoy, as though he was surprised, as he moved down the side of the bed. He wondered how bad he looked. A cooling sensation made itself known around Ron's arse, and he realized that Malfoy had siphoned away the blood. Then a warm feeling replaced it as his arse was healed. He wasn't surprised, he had felt as though he were ripped freshly in half again as Greyback thrust into him for the first time today. It didn't stop him from being embarrassed though. While Greyback had seen him naked and done unspeakable things, Malfoy was his own age and a former classmate. Not to mention it made him uncomfortable to be looked over so thoroughly by his enemy.

He felt the tap of a wand near his wrists, and the rope-cut skin knitted together and healed over, leaving only bruises. With an arm around Ron's waist again, he turned him over to lay on his back once more. He put his head back onto the pillow, sighing. Malfoy pushed his cheek, making him turn his head, and he felt two bloody crescents Greyback had given him on his exposed neck cool and sloppily knit together as well.

"Okay," Malfoy said, more to himself than to Ron.

He shuffled around out of Ron's line of vision and reappeared, holding the same jeans Ron had worn for two days now and his dark blue shirt. He lay motionless, still exhausted. He wondered briefly why Malfoy was doing this when, only a few hours ago, he had called him a selfish git. An arm eased Ron up into a sitting position, making him feel very dizzy. He wobbled, but remained upright with the help of the pale arm around him. He clutched at Malfoy's sleeve, not wanting to fall back.

His shirt was pulled over his head, and his jeans and boxers over his legs. Ron felt like a child that still didn't know how to dress himself. He moved gingerly, still feeling pain in his arse, but much less so than before. He probably wouldn't have been able to walk if he had been left as he was. He was able to pull his own arms through his sleeves and do the clasp on his jeans himself, and looked up at Malfoy of his own accord, some of his energy returning.

"Thanks," Ron said quietly. His voice sounded hoarse.

"Yeah," Malfoy said, looking away. He seemed embarrassed.

"Do you have any…" Ron trailed off shakily, making a drinking motion with his hand.

Malfoy looked stunned for a moment.

"Have they…have they not fed you yet?" he asked, blonde eyebrows drawing together.

Ron shook his head. Were they supposed to?

The fair-haired boy frowned, looking at the wall opposite him.

"I'll, er, send up an elf," Malfoy said awkwardly, then left.

Alright then…