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Unforgivable 
9th-Jul-2008 07:34 am
Converse: black
Sometimes, a girl’s in the mood to write fluff. Pink, sweet fluff about happy boys having kissy sex and comical misadventures.

Other times, she isn’t.

Title: Unforgivable
Rating: NC-17
Word count: ~8200
Characters/Pairings: Ron/Draco
Summary: Draco has been accepted by everyone but Ron as they attempt to rebuild Hogwarts. He makes an agreement with the youngest Weasley male: Ron will have one night to punish him, and do whatever he likes. After that, he has to forgive him.
Warnings: dub-con, humiliation, whipping, object insertion, birching, forced blowjob, gagging, forced orgasm. Didn’t realise that was quite such a long list...
Disclaimer: The boys belong to JKR, even though I’m often nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: Written for thematic_hp’s D/s and BDSM round. Prompt #45a very harsh punishment is in his future.


Ron decided that forgiving Draco Malfoy for his sins was the most infuriating thing Hermione had ever done in their seven infuriating years of friendship.

He supposed he should’ve expected it, in some ways. Apparently spending their summer rebuilding Hogwarts so they could return in the autumn wasn’t enough for his hardworking, ever-idealistic girl. She seemed to have decided that Slytherins were her new oppressed group to be saved from injustice. Ron rolled his eyes and refrained from pointing out that Draco bloody Malfoy was hardly a house-elf; he was less interested in sparring with Hermione, now he was allowed to kiss her.

Not that he got to spend much time snogging Hermione. The rebuilding of Hogwarts was the priority: everyone’s first concern. Ron could understand it in Harry; he knew what Hogwarts meant to his best mate, and besides Harry’s martyr complex was acting up again. He was constantly sending Reparo everywhere, trying to excise his guilt over damage done in his name. Hermione was enjoying herself immensely. She was teaching their fellow helpers archaic charm after obscure spell, blissfully casting spells no one else had ever bothered learning. The war had done nothing to dim her enthusiasm for “doing some good in the world.”

Ron agreed. He really did. He wanted to help repair Hogwarts; to cover over its scars, and help the world recover from the dark cloud of Voldemort’s reign. He wasn’t stupid, and he knew morale would improve no end among the wizarding public when Hogwarts was restored, the proud beacon of safety and magic it had been – before Malfoy’s little trick, anyway.

But he just couldn’t enjoy it the way the others were; couldn’t fall in line with the prevailing mood. Most of the DA had returned to help fix Hogwarts, including almost every member of Ron’s year. The Slytherins had stayed away but the other houses had come back, and house distinctions were dissolving further every day. The tide was turning, happiness and idealism sweeping through the baker’s dozen of students as they rebuilt their school. New friendships were forming, bonds being made; everyone was moving past the war into a brighter era.

Ron didn’t understand how they could all move on so quickly. For God’s sake, his mother was still crying every night. He might have been able to enjoy himself more, to participate in this great renewal, if it hadn’t been for arrival of Draco Malfoy, two weeks after his parents were acquitted.

At first he’d been nervy; he flinched away from Harry every time he came near him, and had bruise-coloured shadows under his eyes. Malfoy had been paler than ever, like the life had been worn out of him; thin and anxious. He’d reminded Ron of an abused dog, expecting to be hurt, flinching from every friendly hand.

It had been odd. Ron hadn’t been able to bring himself to sneer at that white, broken Malfoy; he’d just gritted his teeth and got on with things, same as usual. It helped that Malfoy hadn’t sneered at him. For once he’d been quiet, obviously trying not to draw attention to himself and sitting away from the main group during meals.

That had been fine. But then Harry had started to reach out to him: to talk to him, to ask him his opinion. Ron had questioned his sympathy then, but Harry had just said, “you’d understand if you’d seen the visions of Voldemort, Ron.” Hermione had backed him up, saying that “prejudice is always wrong” and that they all needed to let go of their anti-Slytherin prejudice.

She didn’t understand. Ron was quite willing to let go of his prejudice against the Slytherins. After all, the house hadn’t tried to kill him. The Slytherins at large hadn’t caused his brother to be maimed, or allowed Dumbledore’s death. No, Ron was quite willing to reserve his bitterness, his sneers and his desire for vengeance, for one Slytherin in particular.

Malfoy had started to smile more, and dared to sit with the group. After a while he stopped looking like he was expecting to be hit or hexed, having been met with nothing worse than Ron’s belittling comments. As soon as he felt secure he began to talk. And not just talking: he did impressions, he made jokes in bad taste, irritating and charming the others in equal measure. The happy, high-minded mood and Malfoy’s charm soon allowed him to insinuate himself into the group.

It got worse. One day, Ron found Malfoy and Hermione sitting close and having a spirited talk about books. Even though he didn’t think Hermione would ever cheat on him, it filled Ron with jealousy. Hermione had been so bright and interested, talking loudly; Malfoy had been the same, his extravagant gestures mirroring hers. Ron couldn’t bear their connection, especially since it was becoming ever more obvious how little he himself had with Hermione. Even Harry was starting to get along with Malfoy.

The last straw came about a month after Malfoy arrived at Hogwarts, in the midst of August heat that made Ron feel prickly and irritable. All twelve of the group had been working together that morning to fixing one of the moving staircases. There was a lot of laughter and messing about, pretending to fall off the stairs or to push someone off. Usually Malfoy’d be right in the thick of it. Today, though, he was pensive and quiet, casting spells by himself with silent focus.

Much to Ron’s disgust, people had been asking him what was wrong all morning. Who the hell cares what’s wrong? he wanted to yell. If he wants to keep quiet, we won’t have to listen to him! When Lavender asked Malfoy if she could do anything, in syrupy tones, Ron’s fists clenched. Some girls were so fickle.

Malfoy looked up at her. He was sitting curled up on a stair, looking small and tense. Finally he gave a small smile and drew a letter out of his pocket.

“I’ve had a letter from Goyle.”

“Is he all right?” Neville asked. Ron gaped at the stone in front of him in silent disbelief.

“I – I suppose,” Malfoy said. He curled up a little more, looking small and woebegone. “He’s unhappy though. He wants to come back to Hogwarts next year, but he’s sure everyone will hate him.”

Female cooing and male sympathy rose in a chorus around him, and Ron rolled his eyes and wondered why no one else remembered the Buckbeak incident. Malfoy was certainly not above tricking his new friends into some pre-emptive sympathy for Goyle. He was now biting his lower lip and staring up at everyone through his fringe, with big, anxious eyes. Ron glared, his whole body going prickly and hot at that look. Merlin, Malfoy’s annoying.

Typically, no one else seemed to agree. Dean sat down next to Malfoy with a worried look; Neville clapped him on the shoulder. Hannah was talking sympathetically: “oh, it’s fine Draco, really. You must write back and tell him he’ll be accepted. We all understand how hard it must have been, with his father already one of them – ”

Malfoy smiled tentatively. Ron nearly hit the roof as he recognised Malfoy’s brave, I-just-got-slashed-by-a-mad-Hippogriff-but-I’m-in-class-anyway smile. His lips pursed as he tried to keep control. “I did tell him that you’ve all been kind to me, but – ” he swallowed sharply. “It’s hard. We did such terrible things here, and coming back – ”

“No!” Hermione interjected violently.

Ron looked at her hopefully. Hermione had seen Goyle that night in the Room of Requirement; maybe she’d stem this flow of undeserved clemency.

After all this time, he should have known better.

“Draco, you didn’t do anything terrible here,” Hermione was saying. “Voldemort did terrible things here via you. There was nothing else you could have done – ”

That was it. At this latest outrage, Ron finally lost his temper. How dare Hermione – Hermione who was so hurt by his kind, Hermione who Malfoy horribly insulted, Hermione who’s so ruthless and is his girl – just hand Malfoy forgiveness? How dare she offer to forget?

“What?” Ron’s deep voice, twisted with anger, rang through the air and echoed from the stone, pealing through Hogwarts and declaring its fury. “What? You’re just going to tell him there’s nothing else he could have done? How can you do that, Hermione? Don’t you remember who this is? It’s fucking Malfoy, Hermione!”

Everyone had gone silent, not daring to move as these two heroes with famous tempers squared up to each other. Ron wasn’t paying quite as much attention to Hermione as usual, though: he was peripherally aware of Malfoy’s wide eyes, and the way they were fixed on him as though Malfoy had suddenly forgotten there was anyone but him in the room.

Hermione pinned Ron with a severe, disapproving look. “I know exactly who it is, and we need to work together now. I haven’t forgotten, Ron. I’m simply moving on.”

“Yeah. Moving on.” Ron’s voice was hoarse, almost cracking. He felt cracked open; his brittle shell of tolerance had finally been opened and now his inner self was falling out, his grief and fury and desire for revenge like a snail without a shell. “Everyone’s moving on. Getting past what him and people like him have done.” He gestured at Malfoy, face twisted with disgust. Malfoy didn’t react; he was sitting unmoving, still staring up at Ron like he was the Second Coming, with wide, unreadable pale eyes.

“You all get to forget. Well some of us can’t.” His voice was rising until he was yelling, not just at Hermione but at all these happy, forgiving people who had moved so easily from the darkness of the war, these people smiling in the sun. “I lost my brother, Hermione. Fred is – he was murdered.” The brutal word seemed to ram its way past his teeth, forcing itself out into the world. “George is so empty he might as well have been – Mum can barely get out of bed. I don’t have the luxury of forgetting! But this scum does. Why? He’s the one who brought them here!” he yelled, voice ringing out like a priest preaching of fire and brimstone in the great stone sacrament that was Hogwarts. “Bill’s scarred for life and it’s his fault! His father would’ve killed Ginny when she was eleven years old! Dad was bitten by a giant snake fighting the Death Eaters. I was poisoned by this putrid little ferret, and you’re standing there telling him not to feel bad!”

Hermione swallowed. Her dark eyes were full of conflicting emotion; her eyebrows were creased in confusion, and she reached out for a moment in sympathy. But her chin, as ever, was set stubbornly. She wasn’t going to back down, and Harry wasn’t either. No one was looking at Malfoy with renewed condemnation; they weren’t looking at Malfoy at all. Instead they were all staring at him.

It was what he’d always wanted. It wasn’t what he wanted at all.

Ron made a furious noise, like a cat that’d had its tail stepped on. He stormed down the stairs, shoving past people roughly, every movement vibrating with fury that had no outlet. He slammed his way through the heavy wooden doors and kept walking in great strides, wondering if he should go for a fly. Might be nice to fly without fucking Malfoy in his face for once, cheating like a –

“Weasley!”

Ron spun at the voice, drawing his wand on instinct. He was met with Malfoy’s pale face and darkened, unreadable eyes. Malfoy hadn’t drawn his wand; he was just standing there with his arms limp at his sides.


“What do you want?” Ron spat, bristling with fury.

“Look, I – I know you’ve got reason to be angry with me – ”

“Ha!” Ron snorted. “How big of you, Malfoy! Admitting I’ve got reason to be angry with you for nearly killing me! They said you’d changed and I didn’t believe it, but – ”

“I’ll make a deal with you.” Malfoy’s voice was tense but strong, like a sheet twisted by anxious hands until it formed a rope.

“What deal?” Ron sneered, feeling his face redden still further. How perfectly fucking Malfoy: to think he could get out of this and make people forget what he’d done with a ‘deal’. Just because it worked on the Wizengamot doesn’t mean it’s going to work on me. And so help me if you offer me money –

“One night,” Malfoy said. “You can have one night to do whatever you want with me – you can have your revenge for everything I’ve ever done to you. I won’t complain, I won’t try to stop you. You can’t kill me or do anything permanent, but... anything else. I won’t tell anyone what happened.” He raised his chin, meeting Ron’s eyes. But if we do this – if you do this – you swear you’ll forgive me. Stop hating me, stop sneering at me all the time, stop giving me shit. One night, and that’s it. No more.”

“You think I’m gonna trust you not to tell everyone? You must really think I’m stupid, Slytherin.”

He saw Malfoy’s grey eyes widen a little at the realisation that surprised him a little too: he’d agreed. No contemplation, no discussion. He hadn’t even considered not doing it.

Malfoy cleared his throat, shaking himself a little with an anxious quiver, as if psyching himself up. “I’ll make an Unbreakable Vow.”

“We don’t have a Binder.” Ron knew he shouldn’t do it, knowing that; but the chance to recreate the tiny quaver in Malfoy’s voice as he’d said the words was too great to pass up. “We’ll go without, and know I’ll come after you if you tell. I have your word you won’t?” He kept his voice stern and certain, like Bill when he was working.

“Y-you do.”

“Good. Meet me here at eight.”

He didn’t give Malfoy a chance to respond. Instead, he turned and headed outdoors.

A few hours later he left the Forbidden Forest. Amazing, how power could make old fears meaningless.

~*~

Ron was early, but not as early as Malfoy. When he entered the hall, Malfoy was already there, eyes wide and dilated with anxiety. His sticky-palmed look made it quite clear that he knew a very harsh punishment was in his future.

Ron would be willing to bet he had no idea what was really coming.

“Malfoy. Good to see you haven’t chickened out for once.”

“Weasley,” he said. “So what’s on the agenda?”

Ron smiled slowly. “You think I’m going to tell you?” He shook his head at Malfoy’s naivete. “Maybe you didn’t know I’m the best chess player to attend Hogwarts since Voldemort. Now you do.”

Malfoy didn’t mock Ron’s braggadocio. He didn’t say anything at all.

“We’re doing this in the Room of Requirement,” Ron said, and noted Malfoy’s flinch with satisafaction. He wondered if the other boy had been there since the Fiendfyre. “I thought it was fitting, since it’s the scene of your crimes. Some of them, anyway.”

Malfoy nodded, his breathing fast and shallow, but he didn’t move.

“Lead the way, then.” Malfoy jumped a little at Ron’s words. Finally he managed to move, walking across the stone floor like he was a man headed for Judgement Day.

Well, actually...

Ron walked a few steps behind him, watching every move as they walked. He could see Malfoy’s nerves, the slight twitching as he resisted the urge to turn round. Ron smiled, congratulating himself. Having his back to Ron all the way up to the seventh floor must be shredding Malfoy’s nerves.

When they got there, Ron reached out and touched Malfoy’s arm to make him stop.

The flinch filled his stomach with slow-burning warmth.

Quidditch strategising had taught Ron the importance of checking the pitch first, checked everything was ready. So he’d come to the Room of Requirement earlier that day and made sure that it could provide every instrument he’d need to teach Malfoy a lesson.


He strode up and down three times. “I need the punishment room from earlier... I need the punishment room from earlier... I need the punishment room.”

He made sure Malfoy could hear his mutters.

The door, when it appeared, was small, and so black it seemed to suck all the light from the corridor into itself. Malfoy was staring at it, white lips pressed tightly together.

“You first,” Ron smirked.

Malfoy’s unreadable look wavered still further at this, but he obeyed. Ron watched as he walked over, and visibly steeling himself, pushed the door open. Ron followed close behind, wanting to see every nuance of his reaction to the room. Malfoy’s steadily rising fear was delicious, and if he only got it for this one night he wasn’t going to miss anything.

Immediately opposite the door on the other side of the room was a great black hearth, blazing like damnation’s flames. Lucky they were there, too; the room was bare, with a high ceiling but lacking even a carpet.

Over to the left, against the back wall, was a queen-sized four-poster bed, made of the same black wood as everything else in this place. It hadn’t been there when Ron had planned this, but that didn’t bother him. Malfoy didn’t even seem to have noticed; he was mesmerised by the things Ron had planned.

Between the fireplace and the door was a small, overstuffed purple sofa; incongruous as it was, Malfoy was entirely ignoring it. Because to either side were black, freestanding shelves, and they were lined with implements of torture: silver handcuffs gleaming insidiously; a black whip coiled like a cobra before a strike; a small, sharp knife Ron had brought in himself. A high table stood next to the shelf on the right.

Ron’s voice jolted Malfoy out of his dazed state. He spun at the sound, eyes massively dilated with the sudden rush of fear. “Give me your wand. Now.”

Malfoy gaped at him and didn’t move. Ron wondered if he could.

“You’ll get it back,” he said with an amused smile. “Promise.”

His smile didn’t seem to be doing much to make Malfoy trust him. Malfoy was standing on the balls of his feet, moving a little as though readying himself to attack. Ron made himself look conspicuously unafraid. Malfoy wasn’t going to do anything.

He was proved right: after a few seconds, Malfoy gave a small shudder and gave in, reaching for his wand and putting it in Ron’s outstretched hand. He swallowed, a deep, anxious furrow between his blond brows, as he watched Ron’s big hand close around it. Ron turned and put it on one of the freestanding shelves. No point in stowing it in his pocket. It would be much more satisfying to keep it in Malfoy’s eyeline, teasing him with the knowledge of just how close freedom was. Helplessness would feel so much worse when the emblem of power was near, and kept tauntingly on the shelves with all Ron’s equipment: everything he’d use to punish.

“So, I get one night. Just this, and then I’ve agreed to forgive you,” Ron said. “If I’ve only got one night to make you pay for everything you’ve done, I’d better punish you for all your sins. Not supporting Voldemort, since the Wizengamot already punished you for taking the Dark Mark. But everything else – every spiteful little thing you’ve done to me, to my family, to Harry and Hermione – you’re going to pay for all of it.”

By the time he’d finished his little speech, Malfoy was trembling again.

“Let’s take your most common sin first, shall we?” Ron paused deliberately, but Malfoy said nothing. “That would be insulting people, in case you didn’t know. You’ve always been a horribly rude little brat, insulting everyone who doesn’t fit your pathetic, snobby ideal. Me, Hermione, Harry, Neville, Hagrid... so for tonight, you’re not going to talk. Not a word.” Another deliberate pause. “If you do, I’ll gag you.”

Malfoy gave a small, jerky nod.

“Good. Now: strip.”

Malfoy’s expression was worth every inch of the effort it had taken to get the words out. His face had gone slack, mouth open in shock. Ron simply smiled grimly, knowing Malfoy hadn’t expected him to take such a line. But really, how could he ignore the opportunity to strip Malfoy of his dignity? Besides, it would make the other punishments so much more effective.

Malfoy, presumably recognising that Ron had no intention of backing down, put his long pale fingers to the fastening of his robe and began to undress. He had no choice but to obey; he had no idea what was coming, and no way to defend himself. Ron stood and watched him, blue eyes catching every slip of the robe, every new exposure of pale flesh. Malfoy was blushing, and clumsy in his movements. He stepped awkwardly out of his trousers and stood in his boxers. He looked cold; his nipples were peaking, and he was shifting from foot to foot on the chilly, bare floor.

There was an odd vulnerability in seeing Malfoy’s bare feet.

But that vulnerability wasn’t nearly enough. So Ron gestured irritably towards his boxers. “You want to make this harder on yourself? I told you to strip!”

Malfoy bit his lip and moved his hands slowly to the waistband. His fingertips played there for a moment, before he took a deep breath and pushed them down. They landed in a small blue puddle around his feet, leaving him utterly naked before Ron’s cruel eyes. Ron, standing in his richest navy-blue robes, muscular arms crossed, felt like a king faced with a slave: a small, pale slave with fidgety hands, who was obviously itching to cover himself.

“Let’s look at your next sin,” Ron said coolly. “That would be your bloody annoying habit of flicking stuff at Harry and me in Potions.” He moved forward and began circling Malfoy slowly, eyes appraising. Malfoy stood naked and shivering while Ron did it, not moving; the stillness reminded Ron of some small prey in the moments before an owl snatched it up.

Malfoy was still thin, though he’d put on weight since returning to Hogwarts. His shoulders were still quite wide, muscles visible under the soft skin as they tensed beneath Ron’s scrutiny. But all Ron could really think of was how much smaller Malfoy was than him. He wasn’t short, but his attitude usually helped close the height difference between them. Now it was gone, and Malfoy looked acutely vulnerable. Ron was satisfyingly aware of his Keeper’s muscles, and how well they compared to a Seeker’s physique.

The circles had been getting ever smaller as Ron walked them. Now he was close, barely a foot from Malfoy as he spoke.

“You really shouldn’t throw things. Not all those insects you chucked at us were dead, you know.” Ron reached out suddenly and pinched Malfoy hard, drawing a gasp. He pulled back and kept moving, enjoying the new red mark on Malfoy’s shoulder. “They bit us. Felt sharp.” He pinched Malfoy again, on the thigh this time. “I hope you’re sorry.” He kept moving, pinching Malfoy’s skin, leaving little red marks all over. Malfoy managed to shore up his composure and stop gasping, now he knew what was coming. Ron couldn’t have that. He eyed Malfoy’s round, pale little arse, and pinched the soft underside hard. Malfoy jumped violently, giving a small, bitten-off sound. Ron smirked victoriously and backed off.

“You stole Neville’s Remembrall.” Ron stood still in front of Malfoy. He deliberately came close to the smaller boy, invading his personal space and using his height to force Malfoy to look up to meet his eyes. “You’re always taking things that don’t belong to you.”

At Ron’s tone, Malfoy spoke quickly, words spilling out of his mouth in a frightened rush. “I’m not after Granger, you know. I swear it. She’d never want me anyway – she’d slap me again in a second if I tried anythin – ing.” He stuttered to a stop at Ron’s expression: dark and angry, yet also controlled. Malfoy shivered, and Ron wondered grimly if he was thinking of his bastard father when he was angry.

“I told you not to speak.”

Malfoy’s eyes widened and he gave a choked gasp. “I’m sorry! I won’t do it again, I just forgot.”

Despite the thrill Malfoy’s frightened apology sent through him, Ron said “I warned you what would happen if you spoke. Now I have to gag you.”

At that, Malfoy’s whole body began to shake. It was just a tiny tremble, barely noticeable; but it was compulsive. He was really going to pay for everything he’d done. Ron went to the black sideboard and picked up a long, thin scrap of fabric. Malfoy eyed him silently as he approached with it. Then, as if he couldn’t help himself, he blurted, “Weasley, don’t – ”

“Shut up,” Ron spat. “Open your mouth, Malfoy.”

It took a few seconds, but he did it. Ron shoved the cloth into his mouth, purposefully rough. Then he circled Malfoy again, and tied the ends of it at the back of his head. The black gag was tight; when Ron came round to face Malfoy again, he saw it pulling at the edges of Malfoy’s lips where it appeared from inside his mouth.

Ron could guess how afraid Malfoy must be feeling now. Pureblood wizards did fight physically; he could still remember their fathers proving that in Flourish & Blott’s. But for those who used spells, words were always vitally important. Gagging meant a loss of power far more fundamental than anything that could be inflicted by handcuffs. And the knowledge of this power; that Malfoy couldn’t speak without his say-so, had to do everything Ron told him too – well. Shame for Malfoy that he was so pretty, with those frightened grey eyes above the gag.

“What was I saying?” he said, musing. “Oh yeah. You, Malfoy, have a bad habit of taking things that don’t belong to you. Really the only way to pay for that is to give up things that do belong to you.” With a slight, shocked intake of breath, hardly able to believe he was doing this, Ron reached out and touched Malfoy’s balls. He held them, weighing them in his right hand while he watched Malfoy’s face avidly. The blank shock, followed by terror that turned cream skin white... Ron’s fingers tightened.

“Problem is, that right now nothing’s really yours. It all belongs to me.” He ran his eyes down Malfoy’s pale body, stopping when he reached the cock in its nest of pale hair. He stroked his fingers over Malfoy’s balls, playing with them like they were an executive toy.

Malfoy’s cock twitched.

Ron pulled back with a gleeful smirk, to see Malfoy shut his eyes in humiliation, hot pink blush burning on his cheeks.

“Interesting. All right, let’s get down to the nitty-gritty. While you were pretending to have a hurt arm in third year, for no better reason than to get revenge on Hagrid and Buckbeak because you embarrassed yourself, you got Snape to make Harry and me do your work for you in Potions. Including skinning your plant.”

Malfoy looked slightly incredulous now, in the midst of his embarrassment and fear. Ron didn’t blame him: when he’d planned this, he’d been surprised at the sheer amount he remembered of Malfoy’s wrongdoing, from years and years back. Even if his recall was slightly embarrassing, it was going to lead to an exquisite moment, so Ron judged it worth it. He’d wipe that incredulous look off Malfoy’s smug face any second now.

He went to the shelves and picked up the little knife. It was wickedly sharp, having been prepared for this. Then he picked up the six birch twigs he’d cut this afternoon.

“I’ve decided that to pay for that, you’re going to strip these for me.” He handed Malfoy the birches and the knife, and waited for him to realise.

When he did, his head jerked up and he stared at Ron in horror, shaking his head and trying to speak through the gag. Ron slapped him powerfully across the face.

Malfoy staggered, nearly falling.

“You’ve already agreed to do whatever you’re told for tonight. So keep your word and strip the birches. And do it fast. On the table.”

Malfoy stared at him, throat working. Finally he obeyed; moving over to the table, he began to strip the birches one by one. He kept his face down, focussing ferociously on his task; but the tightness of his muscles, so extreme that quivers were making their way down his back, told their own story. Having to prepare his own punishment was shredding his nerves. Ron’s unrelenting gaze probably wasn’t helping, either.

He finished surprisingly quickly, especially considering how much his hands were shaking. He put the birches down on the table when he’d finished, and Ron spoke quickly.

“Good. Stay there now, Malfoy. Put your hands on the table, bend over, and don’t move.”

Malfoy did so. His shaking was worse now, and he was shifting from foot to foot unconsciously, as if dying to run away. His high, pale arse was intensely tempting in the firelight.

Ron undid the gag, pulling it out of Malfoy’s mouth. This would be no fun if Malfoy was muffled.

He picked up the birches, selected a nice whippy one, and brought it down with a crack on Malfoy’s unblemished arse.

Malfoy gave a high cry, jumping reflexively away from the blow. Ron laid a large, freckled hand on his shoulder, feeling it flex anxiously in his grip, and set about adding to that bright red line.

Merlin. The rush of power made Ron feel light-headed. Malfoy soon began to cry out, little whining cries that just spurred Ron on. He kept beating him, loving the way Malfoy flinched from the sound of the birch coming down and wriggled in his grasp, whining and crying out, tears beginning to run down his face. Malfoy’s helplessness was a sight to behold.

“You’ve always pretended you’re better than us,” Ron grunted out as he worked. “Because you’re pureblood, or because you’re rich... a Prefect or a member of the Inquistorial Squad. None of it means anything, do you understand me? You’re scum, Malfoy, and you need to admit it.”

Malfoy barely seemed to hear him, giving a tiny moan as Ron switched sides and kept beating him.

“Do you hear me, Malfoy?” Ron demanded. “You’re scum. I’m better than you. We’re all better than you.” He hit him again. “Say it.” And again. “Come on! I want to hear you say it. Part of your rehabilitation, ferret: accepting you’re nothing.” Ron brought the birch down on Malfoy’s blazing, red arse again, and he broke.

“I’m nothing.”

“What was that?”

“I’m nothing. I’m nothing!” Malfoy moaned out in a choking voice. “You’re better than me, I agree, I do!”

Ron stopped in suprise. He hadn’t expected Malfoy to agree so quickly. He remembered the Amazing Bouncing Ferret incident: Malfoy had been slammed against stone repeatedly, and yet refused to do more than wince.

Maybe I’m just breaking him down.

Ron felt a strange excitement shiver through his chest, mixed with a vague sense of guilt.

He laid the birches down on the table again, finished. He was panting heavily, and a film of sweat gleamed on his arm when he picked something new off the shelves, and started treating it.

Malfoy had started to stand upright again, wincing and reaching back to touch his arse. “Oh no,” Ron said quietly, hearing the malicious glee in his voice: he sounded, even to himself, like Fred or George in their more vicious moments. “Bend over again, Malfoy. You need to pay for all those times you’ve cheated at Quidditch – all those times you’ve tried to hurt our players or lied to Hooch. You’re going to learn to be honest while you’re riding a broomstick.”

With a nasty grin, Ron unveiled a lubricated wooden dildo. It was shining, slick with oil, and had a firm handgrip to allow Ron to control its movement. At the sight of it Malfoy went wide-eyed, scrabbling at the table as if for support or help. “Weasley – don’t – ”

“Now don’t make me gag you again, Malfoy.” Ron gave him a stern look. “Bend over.”

Malfoy did so, pushing his poor, punished little arse out for Ron’s inspection. He ran a proprietary hand over one cheek, leaving a smear of oil in his wake; he smirked at the pained hiss. Then he separated Malfoy’s buttocks, exposing the whorled pink hole.

He stepped to the side, letting him keep an eye on Malfoy’s face even while he was doing this. He pushed a little at Malfoy’s hole, stroking it with false intimacy that made Malfoy’s shoulders hunch defensively. He hung his head, blushing further.

The moment Malfoy’s arsehole had opened a little, Ron pushed the dildo against it. He forced the thing inside Malfoy, making him stretch around the unyielding wooden length as he pushed it inside. He watched the skin go white, then flush; watched it stretch around the intrusion, then finally split; saw the small smear of blood when he pulled the dildo back, only to thrust it further inside.

Better than that, though, was watching Malfoy’s face. Seeing the forehead wrinkle, before his whole face scrunched up in pain; seeing him bite his lower lip and fight to relax; seeing his face flush and his eyes water and his lips purse as he tried not to let out any signs of pain.

“Be honest with me, Malfoy,” Ron said in a growl. “That’s the lesson here. You’re paying for all the times you’ve lied and cheated. So be honest – and so help me if you close your eyes I’ll make you pay in a whole new way.”

That was best of all. Ron kept his eyes unwaveringly on Malfoy’s face as he twisted the dildo inside him, refusing to allow him privacy or space to escape. Malfoy was kept unrelentingly in the room, in his humiliating position, feeling the dildo move inside him. Ron forced him to keep his watering eyes open, and enjoyed every small whimper of pain. The pitiful sounds sent shivers through him, unmatched even by how he’d felt when Malfoy had screamed at the birching; this was defeat, and it tasted even better.

Ron’s cock was aching now, and it was clearly time to move on to the next punishment. He gave the dildo a final twist then stood back, leaving it lodged firmly inside Malfoy. The handgrip peeked from between Malfoy’s cheeks as he stood up, and Ron swallowed.

“You know what the next thing on the list is? Kissing up to bastards. You’re a suck-up, Malfoy, and now you’re going to suck me off.”

He undid his robes, letting his rampant cock stand. Malfoy stared at it in frozen horror. “Go on then, Malfoy. On your knees, and kiss my cock.”

Malfoy gave him an inexpressibly complicated, furious look; but by now he was too frightened, and too cowed, to do anything but obey. He fell easily to his knees. After that, though, he did nothing; simply stared anxiously at the hard cock in front of his face and breathed, chest moving with the thin, sharp panting.

“Well?” Ron said sharply.

He flinched, leaning forward. He shut his eyes, then pressed a few reluctant kisses against the head of Ron’s cock, apparently working up his nerve. The sight of his blond head above his cock, and the feeling of those reluctant, humiliated kisses, hardened Ron still further and he wondered if Malfoy was tasting his pre-come.

He started to press kisses down Ron’s shaft. Then he took a deep breath, and sucked the tip of Ron’s cock into his mouth.

He clearly knew what to do; Ron guessed Pansy Parkinson had done this for him a few times. Or maybe the Death Eaters had... Ron skittered swiftly away from any thought that compared him to a Death Eater and focussed on the feeling on Malfoy’s hot mouth and soft tongue around him, the sudden flick of a tongue across his shaft...

Ron gasped, blood roaring in his ears at the unexpectedly, unbelievably hot sight of Malfoy on his knees before him, cheeks hollowing now around his cock. The pale, set face, with its shut eyes, looked almost like a reluctant worshipper. But the twins had always said that Malfoys, being evil, worship the devil.

Ron remembered that the devil is supposed to be redheaded.

He was getting close now, and Malfoy looked far too comfortable. Ron seized his head, big fingers winding themselves roughly in soft blond hair; he began thrusting hard, then harder at the sight of Malfoy’s tearing eyes, the sound of his desperate breaths as he strove to breathe around Ron’s cock, the feeling of Malfoy’s throat clenching around him as he fucked Malfoy’s mouth. Ron shut his eyes, body tightening; then he came, ears popping, as he kept fucking into Malfoy’s mouth.

When he pulled back, body still fizzing with pleasure, Malfoy was swallowing convulsively.

“Get up.”

Malfoy obeyed in a scramble, tears standing in his eyes. He almost looked relieved as he scrubbed at his swollen lips with one bare arm.

He’d soon learn that was a mistake.

“Bend over the back of the sofa.”

Ron followed him, and when Malfoy bent over, body gone almost limp with shock and defeat, he removed the dildo with something approaching care. Malfoy breathed in, a harsh, surprised sound.

“Don’t want you distracted,” Ron answered the unspoken question, pleased that Malfoy had learnt his lesson about speaking. He replaced the dildo on the black shelves, and took something else off them: the long, frightening black whip.

“Harry told us you used the Cruciatus curse on people, on Voldemort’s orders.” Ron heard a tiny sound, almost like a sob, at this. “I’m not going to use an Unforgivable curse on you. But I am going to make you hurt.”

He brought the whip down. It made a hissing noise, thin and dangerous like a striking snake. It had looked terrifying, but Ron quickly realised he didn’t have a clue how to wield it. He aimed at Malfoy’s back and it whipped round to reach his stomach. A surprised hiss of pain met this, but after the next few blows went wild too, Ron knew Malfoy had guessed what was happening. He’d not be able to punish him properly if Malfoy thought he was incompetent; his mouth firmed, and he picked up a birch again. He brought it down with a delicious whippy sound, enjoying Malfoy’s flinch.

“You want to know what I hate you for the most, Malfoy?” Ron said almost conversationally, as he brought the birch down on Malfoy’s thighs. The violent blow actually made Malfoy’s knees quiver and he almost went down, fingers clenching in the purple material of the sofa. “You let the Death Eaters in.” Another crack, and a bitten-off howl. “They took over, and it was all your fault.” This time he managed to hit the soft area where arse became thigh, and Malfoy gave a high-pitched moan of pain. “Worst of all, you let Fenrir Greyback in.” He birched Malfoy again, but not before he saw Malfoy’s eyes shut at the reminder, jaw clenching in pain. “You scarred my brother for life.”

He held the birch at his side for a moment, and stepped right up behind Malfoy. He kept pressing closer until he was pressed right against Malfoy, feeling the warmth of his punished arse and thighs through his robes and knowing the abrasive material had to be making his pain worse. “I promised not to do anything permanent to mess up that pretty face.” He dropped the birch, both arms going around Malfoy’s body, pulling him closer. “So I thought I’d mark you with bites, to make you pay.”

Malfoy made a small, frightened sound, wriggling in his arms. Ron only held him tighter, drawing him back against his renewed erection. One hand came up to clench in Malfoy’s hair, drawing his head helplessly to the left and exposing his long, pale neck. The other descended to Malfoy’s crotch. He started rubbing rudely at Malfoy’s cock, trying to harden him. Malfoy gave a little, outraged squeak and renewed his struggles. Ron laughed a little, then bit down punishingly hard.

Malfoy yowled, the long low sound of an animal in pain. Ron kept biting the pale neck; he sucked next, hard, and when he pulled back a bright pink mark had appeared on Malfoy’s skin.

“Very nice,” Ron said approvingly, and licked over it. Malfoy’s whole body shuddered in his arms, and Ron felt Malfoy’s cock give a distinct twitch.

He chuckled delightedly at the discovery, but it didn’t stop him from forcing Malfoy’s head over to a different angle. When the other side of his neck was exposed Ron bit down, clamping down hard on the spot where Malfoy’s neck met his shoulder.

Malfoy whined in pain, body bowing away from Ron’s grip. He simply tightened it and kept going, slurping at the skin of Malfoy’s neck. When he’d created a respectable mark, he pulled back again. This time, though, he kept licking, soft tongue soothing Malfoy’s pain. Malfoy squirmed in his arms and moaned softly; Ron reached down and was totally unsurprised to discover an erection pressing up into his hand.

He kept licking, wanking Malfoy’s cock roughly. It was hot in his hand, soft and hard at once; Ron enjoyed the feel of it, but better than that was Malfoy’s helpless moaning as he touched him. He kept going. Malfoy started to fuck into his hand, moans growing desperate –

Ron backed off, shoving him against the sofa. He left Malfoy panting desperately, eyes enormous and pained.

“Bend over again.” Ron’s voice had gone dark and hard as the black wood that made up this room.

Malfoy did, still quivering. Ron could see his cock, reddened and hard and glistening; Malfoy was surely sensitised all over, and when he brought the birch cracking down on his pale arse, Malfoy screamed. The high, agonised sound rang round and round the stone room, and Ron felt his stomach flood with warm feelings, like a lava waterfall, at the thought that he’d done that.

He put the birches on the table, then turned back to regard his pale slave. “I guess you’ve learnt your lesson, Malfoy. You’ve paid for your transgressions.”

Malfoy glanced up at him, hopeful look flicking from behind his sweaty fringe. Ron laughed nastily at his expression. “It doesn’t mean you can go yet, Malfoy. I’ve got you for the whole night, remember?”

Malfoy swallowed, shutting his eyes briefly with an exhausted look.

“Just stand there for a bit, all right?”

Ron went over to the big bed. Then he shrugged out of his robes in one movement, his confidence in total contrast to Malfoy’s earlier, fumbling movements. He took off his shoes and removed his boxers, forcing himself not to blush, or show any other instinctive reaction to the thought of Draco Malfoy seeing him naked. A glance at Malfoy, small and pale and woebegone, eyes shut in exhausted, pained humiliation, arse striped and teethmarks on his neck, helped.

He laid back on the bed, making himself comfortable on the big pillows. “Look at me.”

Malfoy turned and did so. He didn’t risk a bold stare, but looked up at him with shy eyes from behind his hair.

“You’ve left me with something of a problem, Malfoy.” Ron made an extravagant gesture towards his hard cock. “You’re going to do something about it.”

“I – what?” Malfoy’s voice was high and uncertain, tiredness and pain shifting through it like broken parts of a kaleidoscope.

“Come here.”

Malfoy did so. He stood by the side of the high bed, still and silent with his eyes submissively down, awaiting his orders.

“You’re going to ride my cock.” Ron reached for him, helping pull him onto the bed. His big hands stayed firmly on Malfoy’s slim hips, as he helped manoeuvre the exhausted blond into straddling him. “Right. You’re going to sit on my cock, Malfoy, and then you’re going to ride me. You’ll be doing all the work – and you’d better make it good for me. The better you are at fucking yourself on my cock, the hotter you make yourself look for me, the sooner it’ll be over. When it is, you can go.”

Malfoy did it without even a glare, totally sunk into his submission. He braced his pale hands on Ron’s shoulders, pressing hard against the muscle. He slowly lowered himself onto Ron’s thick, angry cock. Ron watched his face avidly. The dildo had been long, but not thick, and Ron hadn’t lubricated his cock well: Malfoy had to be in pain. He was biting his lower lip, tight arse slipping down around Ron’s cock, trying to hold in the small whimpers. Finally, he finished the job, sitting down in the cradle of Ron’s hips. Ron grinned at the sight of his still-hard cock standing up from the pale thatch of curls.

Ron gave a great groan of satisfaction at being enveloped entirely. “Fuck, Malfoy, you were made to do this. Only thing sweeter than revenge is your sweet arse.” He reached behind Malfoy with his right hand and started fondling his round arse, clenching his fingers on the hot, striped flesh. Malfoy gave a squeal of pain, clenching even tighter around his cock, and rose up a little in an attempt to escape Ron’s hand. The feeling of him rising up his cock had Ron moaning. “Good, Malfoy. Keep going.”

Malfoy kept riding his cock. At first his movements were jerky and stiff; he wanted to move fast, get this over with, but couldn’t. Soon, however, he picked up a rhythm that had Ron moaning.

Malfoy’s pale body moved above him, tempting him. Ron ran his big, freckled hands up over Malfoy’s pale chest, enjoying the feeling of his calloused hands moving roughly over the soft white skin, defiling his aristocratic look. He trailed his hands all over Malfoy, invading, exposing his secret skin. Malfoy was pink with effort, his face going pained as Ron touched him; he flinched away a little. The sight of Malfoy’s fear set something burning in Ron’s stomach and he plucked at Malfoy’s nipples, drawing pained gasps. His nipples were tiny and tight, and soon reddened from Ron’s pinches.

Malfoy was moving faster now; Ron wasn’t sure why, maybe just to escape the pain. He kept moving, fucking himself on Ron’s cock. He changed the angle slightly, then gasped, jerking his hips.

Ron smirked. Looked like Malfoy had just discovered his prostate.

He was gasping; started thrusting against it, face flushing still further as his cock hardened completely. Ron watched him, fucking back at the sight of Malfoy’s arousal. Suddenly wanting to make Malfoy come apart for him – just come for him – he wrapped a hand around Malfoy’s cock.

“No!” Malfoy’s voice was full of distress, and he swatted at Ron anxiously, trying to push the hand away.

“Stop it, Malfoy,” Ron said forbiddingly. “You’re still mine: the night’s not over yet.”

So he kept wanking him, forcing pleasure on him even as Malfoy whimpered in mingled pain and distress. Malfoy couldn’t stop fucking himself now he’d found his prostate, jerking between Ron’s cock and his hand though his face was pink with effort and his forehead scrunched in a pained frown. Ron tightened his hand, smirking as Malfoy moaned. Then Malfoy came, helplessly, shaking his head even as it happened; the look on his face, and the clenching around his cock, sent Ron right after him in the most powerful orgasm of his life.

Finished, he lay there panting. Malfoy was still sitting there; Ron thought he could see tears.

He shoved Malfoy off him. Malfoy fell bonelessly to the right and didn’t move when he landed, but lay still on the covers: floppy, defeated, lifeless.

Ron got up and started dressing, suddenly desperate to get out of there and not sure why. Malfoy was still lying where he’d fallen, body marked all over with the effects of this night: with Ron’s possession. His limbs were in awkward positions; he was nearly face-down, his white-blond hair all over his face.

Dressed, Ron went closer. “Malfoy?” he said a little uncertainly, something cold and uneasy shafting its way through his heart. “Malfoy?”

Malfoy stirred, moving slowly as if waking, rising from a deep sleep. He sat up on the bed with heavy, uncertain movements, facing Ron now.

His eyes were enormous in his face, black still with dilation, only the smallest hint of grey around the pupils. His white-blond hair was hopelessly mussed, sticking to his face with sweat or tears.

“Weasley?” Malfoy sounded almost plaintive.

“Yes?” Ron’s voice was hoarse, suddenly; he could barely get the word out.

“Am I forgiven?”

FIN


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Comments 
9th-Jul-2008 09:09 am (UTC)
Warnings: dub-con, humiliation, whipping, object insertion, birching, forced blowjob, gagging, forced orgasm. Didn’t realise that was quite such a long list...

You had me at your summary, and once I got to the actual fic.... *face explodes*

This was sterling, hot and evil and very clever. Congratulations, you win.

x
10th-Jul-2008 06:21 am (UTC)
You had me at your summary

*grins* 'Warnings' is so not the right word, is it?

Thank you so much for the comment! Especially the 'clever' - hot and evil is usually enough for me but I definitely wrote some other stuff into this one, and I'm so glad it was seen!
9th-Jul-2008 09:40 am (UTC)
Well, that managed to hit every filthy fandom kink I own. Delicious. I love the wonderful moment of uncertainty at the very end, when the reader realises that this might not be the end. I can just about see Ron's lips moving, and have no idea if I want him to say 'yes' or 'no'. I loved how you described Malfoy's pain, the physical and mental aspects of his humiliation and punishment. Thank you so much for sharing.
10th-Jul-2008 08:24 am (UTC)
that managed to hit every filthy fandom kink I own. Delicious.

Dirtybadwrong kink is my special favourite.

I love the wonderful moment of uncertainty at the very end, when the reader realises that this might not be the end. I can just about see Ron's lips moving, and have no idea if I want him to say 'yes' or 'no'.

I knew I wanted to end it that way from the beginning - partly because it's a moment when Ron realises his behaviour is unforgivable too. But yeah, the open ending is fun. Anything could happen.

Thanks for commenting!
9th-Jul-2008 10:54 am (UTC)
Where did I find you...? I don't remember, but this fic makes it worth it. God this was amazing. *looks through your journal in hopes of more fun stuff*
10th-Jul-2008 06:48 am (UTC)
Where did I find you...? I don't remember

Same. *frown* I know I've seen your work somewhere, but...

Oh! I know. hd500!

I'm so glad you liked it so much! Hope you find some fun stuff. The real kink is mostly for the Buffy fandom, but I have some plans. *evil grin*
9th-Jul-2008 11:18 am (UTC)
Aww, damn! That is *hot*. I loved it. Draco suffers so beautifully.
10th-Jul-2008 06:53 am (UTC)
Thanks! He really does, doesn't he?
9th-Jul-2008 12:02 pm (UTC)
Jkl;dafm...

OMG, that was just gorgeously, deliciously, beautifully hot. I can't deal. Every word, every action, the way it all related back to moments in canon. So, so good.

Mmmmmmm! Loved this lots and lots.
9th-Jul-2008 12:03 pm (UTC)
Have friended you, BTW.
9th-Jul-2008 02:09 pm (UTC)
Oh my fucking god. Christ, woman, why you have not been writing dub-con FOREVER is beyond me. This was so awesomely, sinfully, ridiculously hot. Fuck...

I love how badly Draco wanted to be forgiven and accepted, he was so desperate and fragile. And I love how Ron didn't have mercy on him at all, no matter how much Draco had suffered, no matter how much he'd grown and changed since their time in school. It was so very Ron, to hold on to petty grudges like that.

My favourite thing might be the gag - the way Ron gagged him but left his hands free to do other things. But we know all about giving the victim some control, eh? Make him have to resist the temptation to remove it himself. And Ron was giving him tasks to complete as Draco sat there, gagged but unbound, and he just fucking followed orders... jesus, what are you trying to do to me?

You know I loved the forced blowjob. It was so fucking hot the way he worked himself up to it, kissing around Ron's erection before finally taking it in his mouth. He was just so goddamn pretty and submissive. And when he was riding Ron's cock, and he was ashamed to get off on it... oh god, yes. I love that he was willing to be used and abused in pretty much any way but he didn't want to enjoy it himself.

And oh, oh Draco's last line was just fo bloody fucking perfect. He seemed so small and vulnerable and broken, like a child who doesn't want anything more than to be loved. The rest of the fic was smoking hot, but that last line did it for me on a whole nother level, a more raw, emotional level. I love it. I love it I love it I love it. I just love poor little Draco, willing to do absolutely anything to be forgiven and accepted. It makes me want to play with him some more, drag out his punishment for ages, to see what other kinds of indignities he would be willing to suffer.

Uhm... in short? Brilliant. Absolute brilliance, my love. And yes, I think it says something that the longest PWP you've ever written was a non-con piece - it says you should write MORE. XD Love you!!!!
13th-Jul-2008 07:14 am (UTC)
Christ, woman, why you have not been writing dub-con FOREVER is beyond me. This was so awesomely, sinfully, ridiculously hot.

*beams* Thank you, darling! Apparently I haven't been writing dub-con forever because I didn't have a Lindsay to make me!

he was so desperate and fragile. And I love how Ron didn't have mercy on him at all, no matter how much Draco had suffered, no matter how much he'd grown and changed since their time in school. It was so very Ron, to hold on to petty grudges like that.

Oh yeah, Ron is the KING of holding grudges. Poor Draco - he was so very vulnerable and he got no mercy.

My favourite thing might be the gag - the way Ron gagged him but left his hands free to do other things.

:d I love that you liked that! Coz yeah, I loved writing it so that Draco just obeyed, because he was resigned instead of because he was bound.

It was so fucking hot the way he worked himself up to it, kissing around Ron's erection before finally taking it in his mouth.

That was so fun (and hot) to write - his anxiety and submission. Forced blowjobs FTW!

I love that he was willing to be used and abused in pretty much any way but he didn't want to enjoy it himself.

I love your comments! So long and fangirly, and so insightful! Because that's exactly it - he would have done anything to be forgiven but it had to be punishment, and the idea that he was getting off on it... poor Draco.

He seemed so small and vulnerable and broken, like a child who doesn't want anything more than to be loved. The rest of the fic was smoking hot, but that last line did it for me on a whole nother level, a more raw, emotional level.

Oh, thank you so much! I love that this fic got to you on an emotional level. And yeah, he just wanted acceptance, nothing else - he was so vulnerable - and nobody knows whether he gets it or not!

It makes me want to play with him some more, drag out his punishment for ages, to see what other kinds of indignities he would be willing to suffer.

Oh I love you, you giant pervert. Funny how slashers all seem to have this reaction to a vulnerable Draco! Let's play with him, let's see what he'll put up with, let's hurt him some more and see what he'll do if he thinks he'll be loved afterwards.

And yes, I think it says something that the longest PWP you've ever written was a non-con piece - it says you should write MORE. XD Love you!!!!

Love you too!!! And hey, more non-con coming soon!
9th-Jul-2008 03:38 pm (UTC)
Dammit, open endings frustrate me... I love 'em but the uncertainty kill me :D
That said, that Draco does suffer beautifully :P
10th-Jul-2008 08:19 am (UTC)
open endings frustrate me...

Sorry! But I had to. And Draco really does suffer beautifully.
9th-Jul-2008 04:14 pm (UTC)
that was hot =]
10th-Jul-2008 06:56 am (UTC)
*grins* Thank you!
9th-Jul-2008 08:23 pm (UTC)
Well, well good God. *claps* Freaking amazing.
10th-Jul-2008 06:56 am (UTC)
*bows* Thank you so much!
9th-Jul-2008 08:50 pm (UTC)
this was extremely hot and very entertaining!
I liked Ron's eagerness to punish and Draco's desperation to be forgiven.
good job! The way Ron had remembered all of Draco's transgressions and harbored all that anger and resentment was excellent.
10th-Jul-2008 08:17 am (UTC)
I liked Ron's eagerness to punish and Draco's desperation to be forgiven.

*grins* This is basically the core of the fic. And I do think Ron would remember all Draco's 'sins' - if ever a boy was capable of holding a grudge...
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10th-Jul-2008 07:00 am (UTC)
I might do. I really like the open ending... but I'd also love to delve further into Draco's psyche in this one, so a Draco-POV sequel's not out of the question.
9th-Jul-2008 10:16 pm (UTC)
Very well written and great imagery. But the psychosis behind both Ron's and Draco's needs/wants was what made this fic so more than just awsome. In the back of my mind I kept thinking Draco would get the better of Ron but I'm glad he didn't. Someone commented Ron was holding on to "petty grudges." I don't think his displeasure with Malfoy were petty but accurate and real.
10th-Jul-2008 07:27 am (UTC)
But the psychosis behind both Ron's and Draco's needs/wants was what made this fic so more than just awsome. In the back of my mind I kept thinking Draco would get the better of Ron but I'm glad he didn't.

Thank you! I'm pleased to hear you liked the motives - I had a really clear idea of the psychology for both of them, with this fic. Draco wouldn't ever get the better of Ron in this situation, because he wants so much to be accepted by him. And of course Ron's displeasure is for good reasons, and I like that you saw it!
9th-Jul-2008 11:12 pm (UTC)
Truly amazing. This goes into that list of very special works to be read again. Particularly stunning given this is a pairing I would usually avoid. The anger and the pain makes it work. I would echo all of the other comments. Masterfully done.

One thing in particular that I adored was that Ron couldn't just pick up the single-tail whip and use it competently. It takes a lot of practice and it annoys the fuck out of me when people don't get that. It made it so much more real for me when you did that.
10th-Jul-2008 08:14 am (UTC)
This goes into that list of very special works to be read again.

This was such a flattering comment!

Particularly stunning given this is a pairing I would usually avoid. The anger and the pain makes it work.

Considering my largely H/D flist, it's flattering to have anyone from the flist read! Definitely agree with you that anger and pain is how to make this pairing work.

One thing in particular that I adored was that Ron couldn't just pick up the single-tail whip and use it competently.

Yay! I'm really pleased someone mentioned that. It's a pet peeve of mine too when someone with no practice is somehow magically able to use whips etc, so I really enjoyed having Ron mess it up.

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10th-Jul-2008 12:31 am (UTC)
Holy *heck*! This pushed my buttons in more ways than I could list! Actually, I was dead hooked at the summary alone, but the fic - it's gorgeous!

I *love* your Ron! I mean I love Ron in general, and while he's one of the good guys, he *does* have a ruthless and vengeful streak, and I could see him do this and justify it to himself. And boy, is he ever good at it!

I felt miserably sorry for Draco here, who's trying so hard for acceptance that he's getting himself into this bind (pun not intended), and your descriptions of him are wonderful. I loved

There was an odd vulnerability in seeing Malfoy’s bare feet.

It's such a tiny detail, but so telling.

And Ron truly goes about it like a chess player (adored you picking up that theme!) - searching for openings/weaknesses, and then exploiting them. Poor Draco never stands a chance. And I loved even more how he has those tiny flickers of guilt, and shoves them away, like comparing himself to the Death Eaters. And that even *while* he's good at it, he's also insecure and slips from time to time. That makes him human and in character like whoa!

And it was hot as hell! Ron discovering power over another, and Draco being so effing *beautiful* in his suffering, so vulnerable, and so broken at the end. The combination of punishment and hatesex and power play gave me all sorts of shivers, but what really made the story outstanding was the way you made their *characters* shine through all this. To good for words! I'll have to search for your other stories now - badly :).
13th-Jul-2008 06:54 am (UTC)
I *love* your Ron! I mean I love Ron in general, and while he's one of the good guys, he *does* have a ruthless and vengeful streak, and I could see him do this and justify it to himself.

Yay! This is only the second time Ron's been a main character in my fic, and the first time I've written in his POV - I'm relieved I pulled it off! I really liked writing him as justifying himself - especially when he shoves away his guilt.

I felt miserably sorry for Draco here, who's trying so hard for acceptance that he's getting himself into this bind

God yes. I felt so mean the day after I posted this, because I wasn't so focused on Ron's slightly twisted POV. Poor Draco. You're so right - he never has a chance, being so vulnerable, against this Ron. He does suffer beautifully, though!

There was an odd vulnerability in seeing Malfoy’s bare feet.

It's such a tiny detail, but so telling.

I'm a big fan of tiny details - especially in porn! - and I'm really pleased you mentioned that line.

I'll have to search for your other stories now - badly

Thanks! I always like hearing that. If you know Buffy and haven't seen it yet, I'd check the fic Respect Your Elders - it's dark porn with characterisation.
10th-Jul-2008 07:48 am (UTC)
Oh my god!!

I read this last night, but wasn't coherent enough to comment afterwards. Now that I've recovered...

Having his back to Ron all the way up to the seventh floor must be shredding Malfoy’s nerves.
That was about the point where I knew this was going to be good.

So brilliant, how Ron picked all the little things Draco used to do and turned them into creative punishments.

Ron, standing in his richest navy-blue robes, muscular arms crossed, felt like a king faced with a slave: a small, pale slave with fidgety hands, who was obviously itching to cover himself.
I love this line, and the image it creates.

Your Ron is great, determined to get his revenge, but not completely without qualms.

This is incredibly hot! Definitely gets a place on my all-time-favourite-hottest-stories list!

Edited at 2008-07-10 07:50 am (UTC)
13th-Jul-2008 06:39 am (UTC)
LOL. I love that it got you incoherent! Sorry it's taken me so long to reply.

So brilliant, how Ron picked all the little things Draco used to do and turned them into creative punishments.

:d It was lots of fun coming up with punishments. I'm glad you liked my Ron: this one's complex but I like him.

Definitely gets a place on my all-time-favourite-hottest-stories list!

!!! Thank you so much!
10th-Jul-2008 10:17 am (UTC)
Eee. Ron/Draco is not a pairing I usually run to, but this was exactly the delicious kind of smut I adore and certainly the way I can see these two getting it on.
13th-Jul-2008 06:33 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! *glee* I'm so pleased you liked it.
10th-Jul-2008 11:21 am (UTC)
WOWWW!! I'm here via Kennahijja's rec and I loved this fic, it is so hot!!
First of all I like the concept. Malfoy wanting and needing Ron to forgive him already grants Ron a big power over him; besides suggesting to be at his will for a whole night put the "non" in "non-con" in perspective :D Malfoy can't possibly have overlooked the many posibilities a night gives to a healthy, angry young man looking for revenge *_*
I loved your Ron! He didn't just order Malfoy around, he had the right amount of patience, cruelty and self-confidence, plus you told us that he's muscled! Ha! And he kept touching Malfoy's butt, a thing which I adore!!
God, I second everything that has been said on the forced blowjob, but it was the neck-biting and the cock-riding which actually undid me. The way Ron let Malfoy fuck himself, the way he TOUCHED his pale chest with his bigger, rogher hands... AH, THE CONTRASTS KILLED ME! It was over too soon ;_;

Thank you for sharing this lovely hot fic. I'd really, really like to translate it into Italian, would you mind if I did? ♥
14th-Jul-2008 08:01 am (UTC)
Ooh! Thanks for telling me about the rec, and thank you for the comment! Sorry it's taken me so long to reply.

He didn't just order Malfoy around, he had the right amount of patience, cruelty and self-confidence

:dd I was actually surprised by how well my Ron turned out as a dominant.

And he kept touching Malfoy's butt a thing which I adore!!

Hee. Me too! Groping Draco's arse forever!

AH, THE CONTRASTS KILLED ME!

The contrasts are my favourite thing about this pairing, no question. So pleased you liked the sex!

I'd really, really like to translate it into Italian, would you mind if I did?

Not at all! I've never had someone ask before - that would be brilliant! Please go ahead, and please link me when you're done!
11th-Jul-2008 07:06 pm (UTC)
I adored the blowjob. I was eating dinner after I read this and I just kept replaying this line in my head.

He started to press kisses down Ron’s shaft. Then he took a deep breath, and sucked the tip of Ron’s cock into his mouth.

I guess something showed on my face because my mom kept asking me what was wrong. Apparently I was 'flushed' lol
This story is great. I really hope there's going to be more. I would love to see this relationship deepen.
14th-Jul-2008 05:09 am (UTC)
LOL. I'm glad you liked it! I don't know if there's going to be more, but there might be. This would be a fucked-up relationship but the two of them are the ones really struggling to deal with the war, so I could see them keeping each other afloat.
11th-Jul-2008 10:47 pm (UTC)
Hee hee hee, drool, drool! Is Ron's answer to Draco's last question:

'Do you *want* to be forgiven?'

Just like to see how far they can take it. Insatiable, that's me! Brilliant fic!

Cheers, Lee
13th-Jul-2008 06:57 am (UTC)
Is Ron's answer to Draco's last question:

'Do you *want* to be forgiven?'

Just like to see how far they can take it.


Hee. Open ending, baby, imagine what you like! Although I do think this pair could keep taking it further. Thanks for commenting!
15th-Jul-2008 03:41 am (UTC)
I hate Gingers. I hate them. I cannot abide reading any of the Weasleys having sex and somehow, in the last couple of days, I've read three different Weasleys having their wicked way with Draco. I must be infected with some sort of ginger-fetish you inflicted on me in London. It's the only excuse!

Do you remember my horror when you were telling me about this fic? I was horrified and called you a traitor to the HD shipping. And then I went and read it. Damn you ¬_¬

My opinion of this fic is varied. I hated Ron, I hated everytime the word 'freckles' and 'red' got mentioned, and I despised the fact that you had written a dom!Ron who thinks he is better than Draco. All these things make this fic unforgiveably nasty. However...

Twas the hottest thing I've read in months and you are to be completely congratulated on intruging me enough to click the link, let alone read beyond the point where Ron began stripping. And I have an absolute WEAKNESS for Draco riding a cock in a dub-con fic. It's on par with reluctant!spike. My favourite part was when Ron squeezed poor Draco's bum so he was all tight. The pain and kinkiness was lovely, and warmed my evil little heart all over.

Know that I hate you for making me read a Ron/Draco fic. Know that I love you for being a fantastic writer, as proven by this piece of blasphemy to the HD ship, and know that I am now going off to read some more Draco/weasley fics that will satisfy my sudden craving for rough gingers.

Damn you.
Forever horrified,
Lilith
16th-Jul-2008 03:40 pm (UTC)
I must be infected with some sort of ginger-fetish you inflicted on me in London.

LMAO! How did you figure it out?! Weasleys having their wicked way with Draco is fun. Rough gingers ftw!

I love that you read it! I'm so flattered by your comment. I don't think I can take credit for intriguing you, though - I bet it was the warnings that did it!

I have an absolute WEAKNESS for Draco riding a cock in a dub-con fic.

Oh God, me too. Yay for Draco being made to ride a cock! And having his poor arse squeezed.

Know that I hate you for making me read a Ron/Draco fic. Know that I love you for being a fantastic writer, as proven by this piece of blasphemy to the HD ship

YAY! *glee* Know that I love you for your awesome comment, hate you for adding the Charlie/Draco to my ever-growing queue, and am planning to meet you at 1 pm tomorrow at the Duke of York. Does that work?

Forever smug that I got you to read Ron/Draco,
Lokifan
16th-Jul-2008 07:11 am (UTC)
I was forced told to read this by our mutual friend lavillanueva, and god dammit am I glad that I did! Where do I start with praise on this? This was amazingly hot and disgusting and provocative and wrong and so deliciously right that I can hardly find the words to do anything justice, but I'll certainly try.

I really like how this is set up. How Ron doesn't much mind Malfoy there to start, as long as he's a kicked little puppy. But the way you built his rage up at every little thing he does and says is very realistic. I can really see Ron acting like this. And at the final explosion? This line: "It was what he’d always wanted. It wasn’t what he wanted at all." Completely killed me. GUH. It's so perfect I'm re-reading the series, and Goblet of Fire has the first part of that written all up and down Ron. It's only with seeing everything he has (the war, what's happened since, how people are moving on) that he can tack on the last part. Bravo. That bit alone made me love this story.

But then. Oho. The torture.

Ron is one sadistic bastard. And he (as well as you, for writing him this way) is made of win for it. Everything he does...I just stared at my computer screen in shock (but not horror) and awe. And Draco's reaction to everything was just...so evocative and pained and awkward and brilliant. He wants so badly to be forgiven. And I just can't...just...wow.

When you had Ron tell Draco to ride him...I just about came apart. I was hoping you'd go there...AND YOU DID. HOMG. SOOOO HOT. SRSLY. BRAVO!!!!

And the last line! Oh, man. It tore at my heart and my gut. There just...I need to see more of this. I want to see the power play between them, how life goes on after this...just...*Grabby hands* MOAR PLZ!

In short: Awesomeness. Personified.

P.S. We have more than a bit in common. Would you mind terribly if I friended you?
16th-Jul-2008 07:36 am (UTC)
Where do I start with praise on this?

OMG you so entirely succeeded with the praise! Your comment has made me SO happy!

I can really see Ron acting like this.

Yes! *clings to you* Tell me more about how my dominant, kinky Ron is realistic. :d Seriously, I really enjoyed that first section and I'm glad you did too. And yay, you mentioned that line!

Everything he does...I just stared at my computer screen in shock (but not horror) and awe. And Draco's reaction to everything was just...so evocative and pained and awkward and brilliant. He wants so badly to be forgiven.

Oh, he does. Poor Draco. I love that you were awed by Ron - he's creative, we can say that much! I love that you liked Ron making Draco ride him! I loved writing that bit.

I want to see the power play between them, how life goes on after this...just...*Grabby hands* MOAR PLZ!

LOL. I'll think about it. I could see some directions to take, but the open ending is fun. And I would so never match the last line that has everybody sniffling!

P.S. We have more than a bit in common. Would you mind terribly if I friended you?

Not at all! *friends* I like new friends, and anyway any friend of lavillanueva's who likes dark porn is a friend of mine!
19th-Jul-2008 09:59 am (UTC)
...woah.
This fic is like a slap in the face that says "HEY YOU! YOUR FLIST IS AWESOME. STOP IGNORING LIVEJOURNAL."
God I love BDSM. And everything you write is so wonderful...
Ron is my favorite character, so this just makes me squee.
19th-Jul-2008 02:07 pm (UTC)
This fic is like a slap in the face that says "HEY YOU! YOUR FLIST IS AWESOME. STOP IGNORING LIVEJOURNAL."

LMAO! Oh, I've missed your comments. And you're totally not the only one who's been ignoring LJ. Except I feel worse, because I post and I get lovely comments, and then I don't comment on other people's awesome posts because I'm a week behind and have no clue.

God I love BDSM. And everything you write is so wonderful...

First, BLUSHING MADLY AGAIN. I love your happy comments even more, because you also give me clever concrit so I always know any liking my stuff is from an informed source. Second, YAY BDSM!
19th-Jul-2008 03:33 pm (UTC)
This was such a fantatsic fic! I loved how Ron actually seemed concerned at the end. Plus it was hot!
23rd-Jul-2008 10:19 pm (UTC)
:d Thank you! Yeah, Ron's conscience went 'pang!' at the end.
23rd-Jul-2008 03:22 pm (UTC)
Oh dear Lord.

This...ZOMG. Ok, I have to get myself together.

Ooh, so many kinks. Dom!Ron flicks on all of my switches, and Draco, as a couple of your friends said before, suffers beautifully.

MOAR PLZ!!!
23rd-Jul-2008 10:20 pm (UTC)
LOL! Thank you so much! I love dom!Ron too. You might get more, but I'm not making any promises - the open ending rather pleases me.
6th-Nov-2008 07:50 pm (UTC)
whoah that was intense!
1st-Dec-2008 06:00 am (UTC)
Thank you!
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