Freedom

A/N: I'm am so excited, I've been waiting to write and post this chapter since I started the story, so I hope you all enjoy it :D I love all my awesome reviewers! Desirae, Smurphy, Alina, Hermione Snape, lilbitbord, Voracious Reader, poohbear74, katmurphy, and Sampdoria just to name a few. You guys make me smile, so I hope I return the favour with this chapter. :)

Chapter 13 (Bad luck for Ron)

Draco walked into the bedroom full of aristocratic air. He walked over to where Ron was seated in the chair first and put his booted foot against the front of it, tipping it back until it toppled over and hit the ground loudly, Ron’s head hitting the floor hard.

“Charlie, get the list,” Draco said in a commanding voice while still looking down at the Weasel. “Hermione, you might not want to be here for this.”

Charlie, Hermione, and Harry had been sitting on the bed, awaiting Draco’s return. Charlie now got up and grabbed a piece of parchment from the bedside table.

“Come on, Hermione,” Harry said, pulling her out of the room. Charlie shut the door and put up a silencing spell.

Draco looked at Ron lying on the floor, his nose bloodied and bleeding all over the gag in his mouth, looking with fear in his eyes up at them. Draco smirked. He had been waiting for this day for five years. He had practiced this speech a thousand times. Finally, he would be able to perform it for the right audience.

“Do you know who ‘Hammurabi’ is, Weasel?” Draco asked, bending down and pulling the gag from Ron’s mouth.

“No,” Ron shot back vehemently.

“He was a king in Babylon in the 18th century B.C.,” Draco said, rolling up his shirt sleeves. “He’s most famous for the ‘Code of Hammurabi.’ Ever heard of that?”

Ron apparently didn’t think that deserved an answer as he stared angrily at Draco.

“It contains 282 laws to govern Babylon,” Draco smiled. “There are two in particular that I agree with most fastidiously. The first: ‘If a man put out the eye of another man, his eye shall be put out.’ Does that sound familiar?”

Ron nodded.

“But the second one I like even better,” Draco smirked. “‘If he break another man’s bone, his bone shall be broken.’” Draco stood up and put his boot on Ron’s chest. “So Charlie, what’s the count for ribs?”

“Adding the three that he did today…” Charlie said, reading off the parchment scroll. “We’re up to seventy-six,”

“Oh, this is going to take a while,” Draco said with an eager smile, slamming his boot down against Ron’s chest.

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“They’ve been in there for a half-hour, Harry,” Hermione said, biting her nails.

“Hermione, you know that they’re going to hurt him,” Harry said, looking on-edge, like he really wanted to be in there as well.

“I know,” she said. “I’m not worried about them hurting him, I’m worried about them killing him.”

“You don’t want them to kill him?” Harry asked.

“No,” she said immediately. “I don’t want them going to Azkaban. I just want Ron to go to Azkaban.”

“They’ll have you send him there when they’re done,” Harry smiled. He looked at the bedroom door again.

“You can go in if you want,” Hermione said. “I don’t need babysitting. I should actually start making dinner.”

“No, that’s okay. I’ll help you cook dinner. I don’t know what I’ll do to him if I go in there,” he said.

“Probably can’t be worse than what they’re doing to him,” Hermione said with a wry smile.

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“No,” Ron cried out in a hoarse voice, trying to shake his hand free from Draco’s grasp. “NO!”

Draco held his hand more firmly. “You said he broke every bone in her hand?” Draco asked Charlie.

“The long bones,” Charlie said, “Not the fingers. When he slammed it in the door,” he said, moving down the list. They had already broken eleven of his ribs, his sternum, the humerus, radius and ulna of his left arm, his right clavicle, and the tibia of his left leg. Now was his hand.

Draco slowly and methodically snapped each bone in Ron’s hand, relishing in his hoarse cries of pain. “Please!” Ron begged. “Please, I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

Draco looked sternly at him. “Sorry for inflicting six years of this kind of torture on the woman we love?” Draco asked him sourly.

“Yes,” Ron cried. “I’m sorry, so sorry.”

“Sorry for trying to kill my child!?” Draco asked angrily, snapping the last bone in Ron’s hand.

Ron cried out. His voice broke in his throat. “sorry.”

“You’re only sorry now that it’s come back to bite you in the arse,” Draco said. “We’re just doing to you what you’ve done to her. Every single minute that she was in pain, that she had to go to the hospital, that we had to heal her bruises and cuts. You are finally going to feel that pain, Weasel. ‘Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, bone for a bone.’”

“Just kill me,” Ron cried.

“Death is too good for you,” Draco said angrily. “What’s next Charlie?” he asked, while still looking angrily down at the piece of filth under them. Merlin, Draco would be happy with breaking every single bone in this man’s body, then healing all of them and doing it all over again. In fact, he could probably do that every day for a year and not get sick of it.

Charlie looked again at the list. “Well…er…” he stuttered.

“Yes?” Draco said snippily.

“Hey, don’t get snippy with me,” Charlie said in a dark voice.

Draco took a deep breath and smoothed out the wrinkles in his forehead. “I’m sorry, Charlie,” he said in a softer voice. “What is the next thing?”

“Well, the time he, er…went up her arse.” Charlie said this with as much delicacy as possible.

“Oh yeah,” Draco said with an evil smile. “She didn’t like that at all, did she?” He turned back to Ron.

“No, you fucking queer! Don’t you dare get your prick near me!”

“Oh, like I’d put my cock up your skinny arse,” Draco said mockingly. He walked over to Charlie. “Just Charlie’s,” he said with a smile, kissing Charlie fully on the mouth, while grabbing his bum.

“Fucking queers,” Ron muttered.

“Hoo hoo,” Draco laughed. “I’m queer?” He walked over to Ron. “I fucked your ex-wife at least ten times as often as you did, how does that make me queer?”

“It’s true,” Charlie said to Ron. “They’ve done it twelve times in two days before.”

“Twelve and a half,” Draco corrected. “I just had to give my swimmers a chance, you know. That’s the weekend I got Hermione pregnant. And it seemed to work perfectly, because two of my little guys made it.”

“What?” Charlie asked.

“We’re having twins,” Draco smiled bigger, now looking at Charlie. “A boy and a girl.”

Charlie smiled. “You know that means I’m going to have to get her pregnant again now. Can’t have you one-upping me.”

Draco smirked. Then his eyes got wide, looking back to Ron. “I know!” he said like he had had a sudden burst of inspiration. He walked to the door of the room and opened it, going into the kitchen where Harry and Jamie were sitting at the table. Hermione was at the cooker, boiling something in a pot.

“What are you doing, Draco?” Harry asked.

“Dinner will be ready soon whenever you and Charlie want to take a break,” Hermione said.

“Okay,” Draco said as he tipped a kitchen chair over and kicked one of the legs, breaking it off.

“Why are you destroying the furniture?” Hermione asked, now turned towards him.

Draco held the chair leg up and examined the thick, squared length of wood. “Trust me,” he said with a far off smile. “You don’t want to know.” And then he walked back to the bedroom, brandishing the chair leg as he opened the door. There was a split second of silence as Draco walked into the room and then “NO!” from Ron, before the door slammed shut.