Author's Note: It's been shamefully long. I almost gave up on this story, but seeing your guys' reviews made me happy, and when I get happy, I get ideas. This is the result of those...

"Ron?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you…I mean…do you regret…well…did you like it?" Harry said in a small voice.

Ron felt like laughing at this, for Harry rarely said anything shyly. However, he thought Harry wouldn't appreciate it much if he did.

They were both laying on the bed located in what he considered was his room, Malfoy having left moments ago, leaving them in silence. It was dark, since the evening had consisted of them vigorously fornicating before the eyes of their school enemy, and they had both laid down on the bed exhausted.

To tell the truth, Ron was confused, now that his head was a bit clearer. He had thought previously to be infatuated with Hermione, though he would never have admitted it to a soul. He had always admired her from behind when he thought no one was looking, and had even had a few more-than-friendly fantasies that he wasn't entirely proud of. But this…whatever it was…had just happened.

They had fucked like rabbits. Two gay, equally male, equally horny rabbits.

And he had liked it. A lot. Well, he certainly had liked something about it, at least, for his dick had reacted eagerly. And he couldn't blame it on simple stimulation, because he had received none at first. He had been doing the stimulating, and then proceeded to thrust right into his best friend. Not to mention, they had had an audience, which one would think would cause a small bit of stage fright in such a circumstance, especially when you were being forced to do the act via blackmail. But he hadn't felt very forced, after they had gotten started. A vast majority of the things he had done to poor Harry had been of his own accord, by his own will.

Well, he supposed this meant he was homosexual now or something. Perhaps bisexual, he was unsure on the whole thing…

But Harry hadn't seemed to mind. From what Ron could remember, somewhere between the wild panting and the loud moans of pleasure there had been a 'Yes, Ron! Oh god yes!' thrown in. This meant that he had been aware that they were two males as well, and that he had in fact been Ronald Weasley, previous friend. He supposed they were more than that now.

But Harry's hesitant tone made him feel uncomfortable. Had he done something wrong, in liking the experience?

"Yeah," he answered Harry simply. It wasn't like he could say no…

"Oh," Harry said, sounding relieved.

"Why, didn't you?" Ron said, raising an eyebrow. He thought it had been pretty obvious, but…

"Yeah," Harry said. Ron saw a small smile cross his face. "I just saw you talking to Malfoy. You looked angry or something…"

"Oh," Ron said, feeling guilty. He had thought Harry hadn't seen. "Well…..I was just pissed still, I s'pose. Don't get me wrong," Ron added hastily, seeing Harry's mildly insulted expression, "I liked it, like I said. But…I hadn't known that you would like it too. I mean, the fact that he made me do it in the first place…I thought I was gonna traumatize you or something. I didn't know that you were that way…"

Harry looked over, looking amused.

"Which is fine!" Ron stumbled over his words. He was making it worse. "I mean, I obviously don't have a problem with it, since we…and I wouldn't have anyways, or anything…"

He trailed off, blushing profusely.

"Actually, I don't think he was trying to be a dick," Harry said, sighing and sounding as though the words hurt to actually say them. He looked up at the ceiling as he continued. "Well, he probably was, but less so than usual. I…may have to tell you some stuff."

"What?" Ron said warily.

"Well," Harry said, sounding hesitant, "I guess there have been some times where I may have thought of you in ways that were…less friend-like. But I didn't really mean to," Harry said quickly, no doubt seeing Ron raise his eyebrows. "I just sort of…couldn't help it, I guess."

"Yeah, I sort of noticed sometimes," Ron said, shrugging. "Like in the showers."

He looked over and smirked, watching Harry's cheeks turn pink, visible even in the semi-darkness.

"Your eyes always seemed to gravitate toward me after practice," Ron continued, teasing him. He would never admit it, but when Harry blushed, it was…cute.

Damn it, he was gayer than he thought.

"Yeah, well…" Harry said, looking away.

"But, wait," Ron said, thinking. "So does that mean that…that you told him before you told me?"

He felt rather offended now. Shouldn't he have the right to know who was pining after him before Malfoy bloody knew?

"I'm sorry," Harry said, looking slightly ashamed. "He sort of made me say, and it sort of slipped out. But, I mean, I wasn't even sure, really…"

"Well, blimey mate, you know you can tell me stuff," Ron said.

"I only fully realized it a few days ago," Harry said, slightly defensively. "Plus, I didn't know what you'd say. I mean, you almost jinxed Seamus when he took the last roll at breakfast one time. I had no idea how you'd react."

"Yeah, I s'pose," Ron said blankly. Having five older brothers would give anyone a short temper (especially when it concerned food). He laughed suddenly when he thought of his brothers, making Harry look at him questioningly.

"What?"

"Oh, I just realized," Ron said, still grinning at the irony. "Charlie's gay."

"Really?" Harry said, raising his eyebrows

"Yeah, he told us a while ago that he had, er, 'befriended' one of the other dragon-trainers. None of us really thought anything bad about it though," Ron said.

"Oh, well, if I had known that…" Harry trailed off, looking slightly put out.

"Sorry," Ron said sheepishly. "I guess it's all my fault, eh?"

"Yeah, it is," Harry said teasingly. He dodged as Ron's well-aimed pillow hit him in the head.

"So like, are we 'together' now and stuff?" Ron asked suddenly. It probably sounded blunt and un-romantic, not to mention stupid, but he didn't know how else to say it. Plus, it was rather unimportant if they were considered a couple when both of them were in captivity like this.

"I guess so," Harry said, sounding confused as well. He turned his wide, innocent eyes to look at him. "I mean, fucking me is a pretty good ice-breaker, so…"

They stared at each other, then burst out laughing.

It was later, when both of them were attempting to get some sleep in the eyes of their newfound relationship, that Ron started to suffer.

"Merlin," he mumbled to himself, curling his legs up a little more. Harry's arm was draped over his midsection from behind him. They weren't spooning, but they were close to it.

He closed his eyes, willing his raging hard-on to go away.

The memories of that evening were starting to replay in his head. At first they had been welcome, the visions of Harry's beautiful form panting and whining beneath him. But after he had felt the physical consequence of these, he had tried to stop. Then, when he attempted sleep, he found that Harry was all he could think about.

Harry didn't know that he was already destroying Ron's sanity. The noises he had made echoed throughout Ron's brain, reducing him to a sightless zombie. It was all there was.

That noise. The noise Harry had made when he came. He had cried out, but it wasn't a normal cry. It was the most pleasure-filled verbal exclamation Ron had ever heard. And it was short, yet breathless. Almost like a sigh, but louder. Perhaps even a whine of sorts. He hadn't known such a beautiful sound existed. It haunted him for hours, making him unable to think.

Just Harry, gasping and moaning, lying on his back, legs tucked at Ron's sides…completely at his mercy. He shuddered, thinking of the things he had wanted to do to that poor boy, the things he still wanted to do. Harry would be taken in as many ways, as many positions, as possible as soon as they got out of here.

His cock ached. When would that be, exactly?

He realized now how pathetic he was. He knew it. One encounter with Harry and he was hopelessly addicted. It had been, what, a few hours? Yet now he was already aching for more. More of those sweet, erotic sounds that drove him mad with desire, even when he had already been pounding away at that poor, innocent arse. That arse that seemed to beckon to him…

No, he had to stop this. His hand had been wandering down his torso to his zipper before he halted it. He felt it slightly unethical to wank in front of his new boyfriend of a few hours. Also a bit more rude to pounce on him moments after he had ravished him thoroughly. But he didn't know if he could take this. Maybe if he was quiet…

"Hm, what's this?" Harry's voice said quietly behind him. Ron felt his very alert manhood suddenly be seized from the hand that had been resting at his side only seconds ago.

He gasped, stiffening his back. He had thought Harry was asleep.

"Well?" Harry said teasingly, not letting go. He squeezed slightly.

"I believe it's a penis," Ron said in a strangled voice. "A lot of blokes have them, you see…"

"Yeah, but not ones quite so…large," Harry whispered sexily into his ear. Ron had to hold back a moan.

"Bigger than Malfoy's?"

"By a lot."

Ron rolled right over and pounced, unable to take it anymore. Harry was so hot when he insulted Malfoy. Harry was so hot when he did anything. They snogged furiously, Harry seeming just as eager. Had he been thinking about this too?

Ron decided that he didn't care. All he wanted was Harry and Harry's arse. He growled slightly in anticipation and ran his fingers through that now-blonde hair. It looked so much better next to Harry's attractive face than it did on that other git.

But he supposed he had that other git to thank for this, sort of.

He felt Harry grab his arms then, in what he thought was an act to push him away. Ron was about to ask what was wrong before he felt Harry's weight shift. Next thing he knew, he was on his back, and Harry was straddling him now.

"Now, you'll have to help me, because I have no idea what the fuck I'm doing," Harry said as he pulled away. Ron watched him back away on the surface of the bed, almost like a cat, until he was sitting on Ron's legs.

He pulled the zipper to Ron's jeans down slowly.

Ron groaned as he realized what Harry was doing.

Harry undid Ron's trousers fully now, but only pulled the fabric away enough to expose his almost painfully erect penis. The way Harry looked at it was with curiosity, which he couldn't stop himself in time before the word 'adorable' popped into his head.

Christ, how had he not seen this whole 'gay' thing coming?

Harry pulled Ron's legs apart now, getting between them. Ron looked down at him, unable to move. He was paralyzed by either anticipation or arousal, he wasn't sure.

When Harry leaned down while looking up at his face, Ron was still unprepared for the feeling of that hot, wet mouth enveloping him.

He tried not to gasp in surprise. He wasn't quite sure what was better: the feeling of Harry's mouth, or the sight of that pink tongue as it touched his cock first before Harry's lips followed. Ron could tell that Harry was trying to undo him. No one looked that attractive by accident.

"Uhh," Ron sighed, running his fingers through that wild hair.

Harry went down as far as he could, which was actually almost all the way. Ron was rather impressed that he hadn't gagged or anything. However, this feeling was heavily outweighed by the sensation of Harry's tongue and what he was doing with it.

It worked at the underside of his cock mercilessly. He moaned, feeling Harry move back up again, little pink tongue teasing him. After doing this several times, making Ron's breaths heavy with lust, Harry then began lightly licking the tip. Ron turned his head to the side, closing his eyes.

"Harry, you're gonna kill me," he said breathlessly as the onslaught against the head of his cock continued. He thought he could feel a small smirk, though he couldn't be sure.

Harry engulfed him fully again, placing hands on his hips to steady his actions. Ron felt the tiniest hint of teeth, making him let out a small "ah!" of pleasure. It was oddly nice, feeling Harry's perfectly straight teeth graze him lightly, which he wouldn't have expected to feel good, really.

It continued like this, Ron watching Harry's actions as he continued to slowly slip into madness. Harry played with him, not knowing that he was making Ron go insane just by the sight of what he was doing. The sensations made him weak, and he moaned and writhed beneath Harry and his dangerous tongue.

"You have no idea how good you feel," Ron said breathlessly, grabbing a handful of the bed coverings in order to stay conscious.

Harry continued to move up and down his thoroughly excited cock. He felt the fingers that were grasping his hips caress the skin there slightly, as if encouraging him. He laughed internally. What was he supposed to do? He was too far gone to think straight…

"Ohh…" Ron moaned, turning his head to the side again. He felt way too good. He would surely burst into flames…

Harry continued, ignoring his desperate-sounding moans. He was relentless as his hot breath ghosted over Ron's dick while he sucked him thoroughly.

"Oh," Ron breathed, arching his back slightly, "Harry, I'm – "

But he felt a hand come up to rest on his abdomen, telling him to shut up. Harry was going to finish this, it seemed.

Upon realizing this, he couldn't stand it any longer. He began to lightly thrust into Harry's mouth, moving with the pace he had set. Ron was so aroused he didn't think he could have been any more so. Harry was going to take him, drink him down. He couldn't imagine anything better.

"Oh god," Ron moaned. He tensed, coming into Harry's warm, wet mouth. His cum flowed freely while Harry sucked on him, taking it all in. His hand clutched at the wild locks beneath them, the orgasm made that much better as he saw a small amount dribble from the corner of Harry's mouth. He felt the tongue move on his cock as Harry swallowed a few times, finishing with a flourish as he sucked the last down and swallowed again for good measure.

Ron lay there, chest heaving. He couldn't move. It had all been so hot...too hot…

Harry pulled away, grinning in an innocent manner that gave the impression he hadn't just sucked off another boy in a dark room.

Ron stared incredulously. How could someone look so innocent and cute, yet do such filthy things?

Harry grimaced, wiping away the semen that had escaped during the job.

"Ew," he said, looking over at Ron with a look of distaste and amusement at the same time. Ron laughed.

"Is it bad?" he asked. He knew that Greyback's tasted horrible, but he didn't know what his own was like, for obvious reasons. Perhaps when you were evil, it tasted worse.

"It's not good," Harry admitted, looking down at what had produced the liquid in the first place. "Saves on cleanup, though," he added as an afterthought.

Ron chuckled and did up his own jeans again. He sat up, feeling rather selfish.

"Do you want me to…er…" he offered lamely. Ron could tell already that this being with another bloke was going to be confusing.

He could see Harry blush again. Ron wondered why, until he looked down to see a wet spot on Harry's jeans, where he had undoubtedly already come as well. He seemed rather embarrassed by it.

Ron laughed slightly, then hastily apologized for doing so.

"You were making a lot of noise," Harry said, looking down as his cheeks deepened in color.

Ron thought it was bloody fantastic, really. Harry had been so turned-on he didn't even need to be touched? Or had he touched himself? He decided that it didn't matter, because either action, really, was hot when he thought of Harry doing it.

Harry flopped down on his stomach on the bed, looking mortified. Ron didn't really see what the problem was.

But Harry's arse looked so good in those jeans, and he had been so merciless with his mouth just now, so Ron got a wicked idea of his own. He crawled over to the other boy, before he could move, and pulled him up again. Harry sounded as though he were about to protest, but he dragged him backward before he could voice it correctly. Ron leaned back against the headboard of the bed, pulling Harry close to lean against his chest.

"I think we can make you come again," Ron whispered right next to his ear, biting it lightly when he finished. He grinned, perhaps evilly, but who could tell.

Harry shuddered and his breath hitched.

Ron reached around and undid the buttons on Harry's trousers now, Harry's legs already spread wide by coincidence. He nipped at the back of his neck and slid a hand into the wet jeans, underneath the equally wet boxer-thingies.

He continued to tickle Harry's neck with light kisses as he wrapped a hand around that cock that was already hardening for him again. Ron's legs were spread outside of Harry's, trapping him there until Ron decided he was finished. That was the effect he wanted to make, anyway. He stroked up and down, using Harry's own cum to make it slick. Harry squirmed slightly, whining in that breathless tone already.

Ron smirked slightly against Harry's skin. Those were the sounds he wanted to hear…

Harry moaned as Ron's grip tightened. He pumped a bit faster and nibbled a bit harder, making the breathless teen in front of him pant openly. He felt the pressure against his chest as Harry pushed back against him. Ron could feel the intensity, and knew it was only a matter of time…

"Are you usually this randy?" Ron muttered teasingly. He chuckled, feeling Harry's head drop back onto his own shoulder.

"J-just for you," Harry breathed. His face was pink and his mouth was open slightly.

Ron couldn't stop himself from sticking his tongue into it. They shared a fiery kiss that lasted a good while, tongues battling and teeth biting lips every few seconds. When they pulled apart for air, Ron attacked the crook of Harry's neck again, making him sigh breathily. Merlin, if Harry didn't quit it with the noises, then he would get hard again, and this would be a never-ending cycle…

"God Harry, you're so hot," Ron said against that smooth skin. "Just, everything you do. Fuck."

"Ohhh…" Harry sighed, sounding overwhelmed. He had begun to thrust lightly into Ron's hand, moving against the steady strokes in an obvious need for more friction. His legs were bent at the knees now, feet planted on the bed as he writhed beneath Ron's touch, moaning and feeling extremely warm with all that clothing on.

Ron dearly wished he had removed it, but he knew Harry was close and didn't want to deny him now. A naked Harry was a beautiful Harry, though…

"Mm…" Harry hummed, reaching back and fisting Ron's hair. His pants were becoming shorter and his moans more insistent.

"Next time I get the chance, I'm gonna fuck you. Long, and hard." Ron said, hoping to get Harry off on a good note. He realized this had been a good move, judging by the strangled whimper he received in response.

Hmm… It seemed Harry had a thing for dirty-talk.

"Uh, Ron, don't stop!" Harry said, bucking a bit more wildly now. His grip tightened in Ron's red hair, but he didn't mind.

This was fucking hot just feeling Harry next to him, grinding against his hand and whining into the stillness of the room. Surely someone had heard them, but he couldn't care less. They were probably wanking themselves too just hearing this shit…

"Ah!" Harry gave that wonderful cry again, the one that was guaranteed to haunt his every thought for days, and gripped Ron's leg tightly. His body locked and Ron felt the result of Harry's second orgasm for the hour flood over his hand. Harry panted and moaned, then fell back onto Ron's chest when it was over.

Ron chuckled lightly and kissed Harry on the back of the neck. He pulled his hand back from the now thoroughly wet trousers and wiped his hand on the carpet beneath the bed. He sniggered, knowing that Malfoy probably wouldn't appreciate cum on his guest bedroom floor, which made him rub it thoroughly into the fibers as he did so.

He felt sort of bad now, since there was no way to clean up Harry's soaked jeans, really. Neither of them had a wand to siphon it away, and asking Malfoy to do so was out of the question, seeing as how the door was locked. Plus, he would probably tease them mercilessly.

Harry lay limply against his chest, facing away and breathing evenly. His head rested lazily against Ron's heart. Ron wondered if he was asleep.

"Oi, you awake?" he whispered against Harry's ear.

No response. Well, that clarified that mystery. He had never known Harry to fall asleep so fast. Though, he guessed that three orgasms in one day would be enough to put a lot of people out…

Ron leaned back again and figured that, since he wasn't uncomfortable, he would be fine sleeping like this anyway. With his arms wrapped around Harry's middle, he scooted down a bit and nestled into place.

Ron found it weird that, even though they had been simply friends just yesterday, they were now technically an item. Or, as much of an 'item' as two people could be in a situation like this. Before all this he would never have thought of touching Harry's cock, or speaking to him with such filthy words, or even holding him like this as they slept. Ever since Malfoy had basically forced them to have sex, it seemed that they were a lot more comfortable about this stuff.

And, it seemed that Harry had actually wanted it, and for a long time. Whether Harry himself had realized this beforehand or not, Ron was unsure, but the reaction he had gotten when they had been going at it together…well, it had made Ron himself a bit more accepting of the situation as well. He had fucked him like there was no tomorrow, and liked it. He liked the way Harry gasped and moaned like a schoolgirl. He liked the slow grinding of Harry's hips against his own. He liked sticking his cock in that tight, warm space, and thrusting into it until they were both coming the hardest they had ever come. He liked it so much, he had just fooled around with Harry a few minutes ago because he had been too hard just thinking about it. And now, he was cuddling.

Sex definitely complicated things.

But then, he wouldn't exchange it for anything. If anyone had asked him even a month ago if he was gay, he would have said 'no' awkwardly and wondered why they even thought that about him. Then he would have gone and done something to prove his masculinity, wondering if Hermione thought the same thing about him. Now, he could respond with a 'yes', and then proceed to fuck Harry right in front of them as confirmation.

He tried to feel bad about the vulgarity of his thoughts whenever Harry was involved, but it was difficult. The things Harry did to him…

And, with those happy thoughts echoing through his mind, Ron finally drifted to sleep as well.

"Potter. Potter!"

Ron jolted awake at the random shout. He felt a heaviness on his chest and realized that Harry was still leaning against him, though was now shifting tiredly and groaning.

"Potter, wake up."

Ron looked over to see Malfoy standing haughtily across the room, arms folded. Ron blinked and rubbed his eyes.

"Don't wanna," Harry mumbled. Ron chuckled slightly, looking down at the wild hair.

He had forgotten it was blonde now.

"Come on, Potter," Malfoy said impatiently. He shifted from foot to foot, looking back at the door, which was open now. Was he nervous?

"Can't he stay a bit more?" Ron asked. He moved his arms from around Harry's waist in order to ruffle the blonde locks that went every which-way, making Harry groan sleepily again.

"No," Malfoy said simply.

Ron glared. "Why not?" he demanded.

"Because," Malfoy gave him a pointed look, obviously trying to communicate something. Ron didn't get it, for his brain was too tired to function properly. Draco gave an almost-sympathetic look before saying, "Greyback."

Ron felt his stomach go cold. He closed his eyes and groaned as well, though with a greater magnitude than the boy against him.

Harry seemed to notice, too, for he sat up quickly and looked up at Malfoy.

"What? Is he back?" Harry said, sounding panicked.

"…Yes."

The room went silent then. Malfoy looked at them both, a blank expression on his face. Harry was breathing rather fast, and Ron was dreading what was undoubtedly to come. Malfoy seemed to lose his patience after only a few seconds.

"Look Potter, we have to leave."

"I don't want to," Harry said. He sounded really sad, which broke Ron's heart.

"Harry, you should go," Ron said shakily. He didn't want Harry to leave, but he also didn't want him to be here when it happened. Worse things would no doubt occur if that were the case.

"But…but…" Harry said, looking from him to Malfoy and back. Ron could see a slight glisten in his eyes, which were no longer hidden by his glasses.

Ron could feel a stinging in his own eyes just from seeing him so upset, but now was not the time. Malfoy was looking more and more anxious the longer they waited, which meant only one thing: Greyback was close.

"Harry, I'll see you later, yeah?" Ron said, wishing his voice wouldn't waver like that.

"Okay," Harry said in a thick voice.

He wiggled off the bed, not looking in Ron's direction. This was probably in an attempt to hide his emotions, but it was a bit late for that…

Ron got up too and grabbed Harry before he left. He turned him around to face him and kissed those full lips once more, just to make sure yesterday wasn't a very long and erotic dream. Ron knew it was sappy, the 'goodbye' kiss, but he didn't care. He could feel wetness on his left cheek as they embraced, but whether it was his own or Harry's, he wasn't sure. He just wished it wasn't there at all. Finally, they let go, and Harry turned quickly without saying another word.

Malfoy rolled his eyes briefly, then followed.

And Ron was alone.

He didn't quite know which was worse: the waiting or the actual abuse itself. Greyback probably kept him waiting on purpose, just to draw out the suspense. It seemed like the sick type of thing he would do.

Ron rubbed the scars on his neck in memory of the horrible creature. The crudely healed wounds weren't completely noticeable, he thought, but he could definitely feel them. Perhaps it was since he knew they were there, or perhaps because they were considered cursed wounds. Bill's scars from Greyback still hadn't faded, but having them on your face was a bit more noticeable than on the back of your neck. Ron suspected Bill's attack had been somewhat worse, too, because those scars seemed a lot more deep and scary-looking. But then, Ron couldn't see his own very well in the mirror. Perhaps they were worse than he thought.

He hated not knowing things. As much as Hermione thought he was a dunderhead, Ron knew a fair amount of things to get along, thank you very much. But with his doom encroaching on him by each second, and not knowing how close that doom actually was, it was driving him mad.

Again, this was probably Greyback's goal.

"Miss me, pup?"

Speak of the devil.

Ron didn't have to look up to guess who the gruff voice belonged to. Unless Malfoy had finally gone through puberty.

"Not particularly," Ron said, trying to work as much venom into his own voice as he could, though it was somewhat muffled by the bed he was lying on face-down.

Admittedly, it probably just looked more inviting to the beast, but at this point Ron didn't care much anymore. It wasn't like he wouldn't take what he wanted anyways. Plus, it helped Ron mask a bit of the fear, giving the werewolf less satisfaction.

"Still feisty I see," Greyback growled in response.

Ron felt himself grabbed roughly and pulled around to face him. His breath was horrible, as usual, like that of a wild dog as he sneered in Ron's face.

"We can fix that, I'm sure. How do you want it today?"

Ron looked away stubbornly. He refused to answer. This beast may have power over him physically, but he would fight back in any way he was still able to. The man couldn't make him speak.

"Wow, little pup, you do like it rough, don't you?" his deep voice rumbled, but Ron continued to glare at the wall behind him. "Such a little whore," he chuckled.

Ron felt himself bounce on the bed as he was thrown down again. With dread radiating throughout him, he knew Greyback was going to try his hardest to make this the worst one yet. It had been a while, after all. He looked up at the monstrous figure standing before him, and closed his eyes, wishing it were Harry instead.

But when the bed dipped and his arms were yanked up for him to be brought to his knees, he couldn't help but open his eyes again to see what was going to happen to him this time. Greyback dragged him over to one of the four posts on the bed and pointed his wand at his wrists.

"Incarcerous!"

Ron felt the ropes snake around his arms, binding him painfully tight to the tall post so that he was more upright, but still secure. He tugged at the ropes, testing their durability. Of course, they held strong like always.

"Hmm," Greyback breathed right into his ear. He inhaled next to Ron's throat, smelling him.

Ron cringed away. He had forgotten how scary this was, even just after two days…

Suddenly he felt his hips dragged back, propping him on his knees in a way that put too much pressure on his bound wrists and which made him arch his back slightly. He couldn't escape the initial panic he always encountered when he felt Greyback reach around him to undo his trousers. The panic of an oncoming storm that was too horrible to imagine.

He put his forehead against the wooden post, trying to think about something else as his jeans were pushed roughly down around his upper thighs. Just enough for Greyback to get at what he wanted. The way he caressed Ron's legs and arse would have been intimate with anyone else, but Ron shuddered, disgusted. He wished he wouldn't touch him like that, as if inspecting an animal for a sacrifice, or perhaps a meal he was about to devour. Ron shifted away from the large hands as best he could in his current position, but they just followed him.

He could hear the beginnings of Greyback's arousal. The quick, heavy breathing that foretold of torture until the beast saw fit to end it. Ron's breath was quick too, but not in eager anticipation, that was for certain.

"Such a round, tight little arse," Greyback admired in his deep gravelly voice. Ron closed his eyes and wished he would just get on with it.

He felt Greyback's hands slide up from his hips and along his back, pushing his shirt up to get a better view, no doubt. The calloused, rough hands made him shudder again. Nothing about this man was gentle.

As the hands continued their slow exploration, Ron felt himself growing more and more afraid. This was undoubtedly what the man wanted to instill. Fear. He had never been quite so patient like this before, never drawn out the horrid foreplay this long. But, it had been a long time. He probably wanted to make up for it, Ron thought sickeningly. Perhaps lulling him into a false sense of security…

With his head against the post and eyes closed, Ron was preparing himself for what was to come next. Finally, after being felt up like he was being taken into the ministry, he could feel Fenrir positioning himself eagerly. With no more warning than that, he thrust into Ron without a care to anything else.

Ron had felt this particular pain before, the feeling of being split in two at the hand of Greyback. That, however, did not mean that it got easier with each encounter. He had wondered briefly before if Draco healing him would mean he was returned to his virginal state, but cast out the idea in his tired haze. He didn't know if his theory was right or if it was always going to be like this, but either way, it hurt like hell.

He couldn't stop the muffled cry that came from his mouth, which he had tried to silence with his arm in order to not give Greyback the satisfaction. Apparently the werewolf heard it, though, for he growled in delight.

"You did miss me, didn't you pup?" he sneered against the back of Ron's neck.

He merely bit the skin of his arm, hoping to not further embarrass himself with weak noises.

Think of Harry, Ron thought desperately as Greyback began to move against him.

But he didn't want to think of Harry while he was feeling pain radiate up his spine. He didn't want to associate the one good thing about this place with being fucked by Greyback.

His breath came shallowly as he felt the large cock pounding into him without mercy. Fenrir growled behind him, holding his hips tightly. The bruises had just started to fade, of course, but would no doubt be back on his hips by this evening. Ron's hands scrabbled helplessly at the post they were tied too in an effort to hold onto something, keep himself from going mad. But the position they were in didn't give him a good grip, and he could feel the ropes irritate his skin as he was pushed roughly forward by Greyback's gigantic paw. The scars he had gained from their infiltration at the ministry, from the brain that had tried to absorb into his skin, were still to this day a bit sensitive. The ropes in a way reminded him of the slimy little tentacles that had given him the scars, and the panic buried deep within his chest mirrored that of the day he got them. His back arched more, giving the beast a better angle, but Ron couldn't do anything to prevent it.

"Uh," he let out, hanging his head from the agony. No doubt he would be bleeding again by the end of this, if he wasn't already. Why did this have to be so embarrassing?

One of the hands behind him smacked an arse cheek, making his face go hot with anger and humiliation. The speed of the violent thrusting increased.

"Mmm," Greyback hummed, grasping firmly at his hips. He pulled Ron back to meet his thrusts harder, making him gasp in pain.

He was trying to be quiet, it was true. If he had his way, he would be screaming now, but the thought that Harry might be able to hear stopped him. Ron didn't want him to know how much it hurt, despite the fact that Harry had already seen the bruises. That he knew Greyback had returned. Knew what he was currently doing. However, Ron's strong determination to deny Greyback his tortured moans kept him trying to breathe instead. If he just kept breathing, he could make it.

He dropped his head again, trying to concentrate. His pained gasps for air were taking a lot of energy to control.

But he felt a large hand remove itself from one of his hips and snake around his torso. It brought itself upward and towards the front of his neck, which reminded him of the first encounter he had with the man…

"No!" Ron gasped, flinching away as best he could.

Fenrir growled, still thrusting into him hard, and held him firmly. The hand closed around Ron's throat, preventing him from moving away again.

Just like the first time, Greyback clutched his neck, strangling him and preventing air from getting in, not to mention undoubtedly causing more bruises. Ron felt his head go fuzzy as he tried to draw breath, and his eyes watered at the pain. His hands struggled to release themselves from the ropes again, but to no avail. He could only sit, feeling the pounding in his arse continue, while he struggled to breathe. When he thought for sure he was going to pass out, his vision almost entirely black, he felt the pain suddenly release. He just had the awareness to draw in air, and his eyesight slowly returned. He gasped repeatedly, the combined pain in his arse and returned consciousness making him do so. He heard Greyback laugh darkly, clearly amused at his suffering.

Ron tried to wipe the tears away on his arm before Greyback saw them.

He felt the man lift him partially and shift his body forward so that he was more upright. It was a relief to his wrists, which had been bearing a lot of his weight, but he felt repulsed to have the large man's arm around his torso like it was. The firm arm held Ron still, no doubt to prevent any unwanted movement or squirming while he was fucked into oblivion. The wild thrusts picked up again and Ron couldn't stifle his agonized moan.

"Uhh," he groaned, sinking his teeth into his own arm again to try and cut it short.

"Found your voice then, pup?" the man growled, his hand slithering up into Ron's red hair. "Thought for sure you were getting bored with me, but that's not the case, eh?"

Ron panted, his hands shaking with the combined effort of keeping himself upright and not responding to his taunts. If he just waited until this was all over, he could rage and scream all he wanted. If he did it now, it would only make things worse for him. The concept was a huge blow to his pride and sense of self-worth, but survival was higher up on his list right now. He had to live through this to see Harry again. To assure him he was alright. Harry couldn't do all this, be trapped in this horrid place, while being alone as well. Ron had to at least try to prevent Harry facing all of this without him, even if he did wish death upon himself already.

It was a drastic change from their last encounter, but Ron kept as quiet as he possibly could.

He could tell, at some point, that Greyback was beginning to get frustrated with the lack of response. He would push harder, smack him roughly, and his bites turned vicious as the clock ticked on. Soon Ron couldn't help but utter noises of discomfort. It was all he could do to deal with the pain of their hips colliding with such force, or the feeling of teeth breaking through his skin. This, at least, seemed to please the wretched monster, and he came with a low snarl.

Ron didn't move as the heated liquid flooded inside him. He didn't move when Greyback pulled out and did up his trousers. He didn't even respond at the filthy parting words, more comments about how lovely his arse was, and that they would meet again soon.

He just hung his head and waited for the inevitable click of the door before he decided to finally fall apart.

Tears streamed down his face again as he shuffled forward on his knees into a more comfortable position. His wrists ached, as well as his arms, and his arse felt used and sore. He suspected it was numb from how hard Greyback had been this time. Perhaps he would feel it worse tomorrow. His forehead thumped against the bed post.

He was angry. Angry that all of this was happening to him. Angry that he couldn't be with Harry when he most needed it. Angry that they were trapped here, being put through some sort of sick observation at how much sexual torture they could take before they caved in and went mad. How had this happened? How could their suspicions of what would happen to them were they captured, how they would be tortured or killed, have been so far off the mark? He hadn't expected this. Sure, he had expected pain and humiliation, but nothing of this magnitude or in such a way that made him feel like this. Nothing that made him feel so hopeless and desperate to make it stop.

But he had to keep fighting. It was his anger, these large tears of frustration cascading down his face, that pushed him onward. He had to survive through all this. Otherwise, what was the point? What was the point of them going on this mission, going through so much trouble to get these bloody Horcruxes? What was the point of them being captured and Malfoy saving them from death? What was the point of him and Harry realizing that they were clearly more than friends in the captivity of Death Eaters, of all places?

What was the bloody point?

He tried to shut away his sobs in order to feel less pitiful. But it was difficult. He just needed a moment to vent, where he was alone and free from the prying eyes of his enemies. He had to let it out now, when Harry wasn't around to see his shame.

This was what he had been reduced to? A sniveling mess that was used as a mere vessel for Greyback's sexual desires? He was only kept alive now for one purpose, and that was to satisfy a monster. How long would he last before he was killed? How long would it be before Greyback was too rough with him? What if his next bite was too deep, or what if Ron didn't wake up the next time Greyback decided to cut off his air supply? What if he got bored of Ron and decided to move on to another captive?

His tear-streaked face screwed up with anger, and he glared up at the mirror across from him. Like hell the man would get his hands on Hermione, or Dean, or Luna. He couldn't let this…this horrible way of existing…he couldn't let it happen to anyone else. The feeling of utter helplessness, knowing that your body now belonged to a blood-thirsty monster. Knowing that no one would care if he accidentally killed you.

But that wasn't true. People would care. His family…his parents…Harry…they would care.

Ron didn't know if that made it better, or worse.

He gave another quiet sob, feeling that perhaps he was done crying now. Maybe, if he could just see Harry again, he wouldn't feel so pathetic. He wouldn't feel like the lowly seventeen-year-old that was currently tied to a bed post after having been forcibly raped by a much, much older man.

However, another sob escaped when he concentrated on his own body long enough.

The feeling of his limbs, the ropes cutting into him roughly along his wrists and forearms. His legs aching from being on his knees for so long. His arse still humiliatingly exposed, despite his best effort to sit on his heels. With disgust, he could yet again feel the product of Greyback's orgasm leaking out of his body. The wetness of his cheeks, tears still flowing freely even though he desperately tried to stop them. Ron could feel a small trickle down the back of his neck as well, and figure he was simply bleeding from one of the man's bites. He was so tired…

The door opened suddenly, and Ron ducked quickly in order to wipe his face on his arm. He didn't want to give the man more reason to taunt him.

"It's just me."

He looked up to see Malfoy again. Yes, he should have suspected.

Ron didn't say anything, but he did feel relief at the presence of the blond again. It was strange, being happy that a Malfoy was in the room. However, the lesser of two evils was always the more welcome one…

"Are you alright?" he asked, sounding wary.

"What d'you think?" Ron asked quietly. He tried to work anger into the sentence, but it just came out sounding like a sarcastic whisper.

Malfoy tapped the bedpost with his wand and the ropes disappeared. Ron fell backward clumsily, having been held there for so long, but felt relieved to finally have the use of his arms again. He pulled up his trousers quickly, using this newfound freedom to shield himself from Malfoy's eyes.

"You're not hard this time, I see?" the blond said flatly.

"W-what?" Ron asked indignantly.

"I see that Greyback doesn't seem to take care of your needs as much," Malfoy shrugged.

"Worked that out, have you?" Ron said sharply. The blood and bruises should have been an indication already. Did Malfoy really expect Greyback to care about him enjoying the experience?

"Come here," Malfoy gestured, and Ron sat up slowly. He shuffled warily over to the edge, hoping the brandished wand was an offer of help, not a threat.

Luckily, his trust had been well-placed this time, because Malfoy started muttering healing charms again. He felt some of the jabbing pains relieve themselves, in his neck, on his bruised skin, and after much persuasion, his arse. Ron couldn't begin to describe the awkwardness of having to reveal his bare arse to Malfoy voluntarily, as if it were some weird inspection. Well, in a way, it technically was. Though it wasn't the first time Malfoy had paid it any attention…

Ron blushed as he recalled the inexplicable time that Malfoy had come into his room to wank him (and perform other actions). It had been the time Greyback had left him with an unwanted present, the surprise erection that had somehow formed. The fact that Malfoy had just mentioned it a moment ago made Ron wonder if the two incidents had been connected. Malfoy said he 'didn't know' why he did it, but…had it been out of pity?

It must have been, because Malfoy couldn't have found him attractive in that way. He tried to ignore the fact that, during the encounter he was remembering, Malfoy had seemed a bit too eager to help. He distinctly remembered a hard-on pressing against him during the blonde's ministrations. But, perhaps that had just been a reflex.

Yes. Of course.

When Malfoy tapped a spot on his neck, knitting together his skin again, he sighed in a way that showed ride in his work, as if Ron were some sort of project.

"Bout as good as I can get it, I'm afraid," he said matter-of-factly.

"Thanks," Ron said awkwardly. He felt so tired again, as was common after suffering Greyback, but there was only one thing he really wanted to do. "Can I see Harry?" he asked hopefully."

Malfoy paused.

"No," he said shortly.

"What? Why?" Ron asked quickly.

"Greyback might come back."

"Oh no," Ron moaned, clutching a hand in his hair. The thought of two encounters in one day was exhausting. Surely he would pass out halfway through, and how much punishment would that earn him next time?

If there even was a next time. This thought alone made Ron panic.

He could possibly never see Harry again. If Greyback killed him, Harry would be all alone here, suffering at the hands of Malfoy. Albeit, his treatment wasn't nearly as rough as it was when you were Greyback's plaything, but it would be made so much worse without the breaks from reality, the small amounts of time that they were allowed to see each other. Without that, Harry would surely go mad.

And Ron had to see him at least one more time, if that were to happen.

"Please," he said, not caring how desperate he sounded. "Please, just quickly, just for a second. Then I'll come back. Please…"

Malfoy eyed him warily, clearly weighing the consequences in his mind.

"Fine," he said exasperatedly, and Ron jumped up eagerly. The movement made his body ache, but it was worth it if he got to go.

"But," Malfoy turned, using his wand to point, "no snogging unless I get to watch."

"You're horrible," Ron shot, disgusted. Malfoy smirked, and led their way out of the room.

Author's Note Again: So, what the hell is up with Draco? Will Greyback return? Why am I asking you these questions? Because I want you to review, that's why.