Fall into Madness

Ron and Severus had been at Hogwarts for three days. They had been relatively left to their own devices by the students and the staff. The empty storage room next to Severus’s quarters was cleared and enlarged and give to Ron as a studio. He made preliminary sketches of the glen in different seasons thanks to the room of requirement, and thankfully a few of the girls had no problems coming back for more posses. Pansy Parkingson in particular had impressed him with her willingness. She was game for any pose he had in mind and his camera loved her. If this calendar was successful he would like to try different things with her, but he tucked that thought away in his mind for the moment.



He was progressing well into his project and had one canvas started, but it was still upsetting him that Dorian hadn’t been found yet. Three days and he was still hiding. His last words came to mind. ‘You’re mine, don’t forget that.’



He didn’t want to share the extent of his fear with anyone. He knew Severus was aware of his feelings and how they revolved mostly around guilt. He also knew that he hated anyone else having to suffer because of him, but Severus didn’t consider being locked away on his old quarters with Ron in his bed suffering. He was looking at things in a practical way and that helped out Ron. Knowing that Severus didn’t hold him at fault was something he was grateful for, but it only dismissed his feelings slightly.



They continued to have their mail monitored, checked and rechecked for curses. Ron had to let his publisher know about the situation but she, along with so many others, was very understanding. She agreed to only approach Dumbledore if it was necessary. Otherwise she was content to wait until he was back at home to see any work he had done.



He was in the room of requirement with a sketchpad, looking out at the glen being lit up by a full moon when Severus arrived. He sat beside Ron on a matching chair that appeared for him. “Much better than photos isn’t it?”



“Yes, it is,” Ron agreed, shifting his gaze back to the setting, “this helps a great deal.”



“What are you doing?” He glanced at the sketch.



“Getting the backgrounds done first, in case we are able to leave sooner that later. I won’t be able to wait until the winter months so I am doing those now.” He used his wand and removed an error, then a few moments later removed another. Setting aside the tools of his trade, he buried his face in his hands. A chuckle brought him back to life and when he raised his head, the glen was gone.



Both him and Severus were in a bedroom, an extremely erotic one. A massive bed decorated in bright red and very tawdry, satin sheets, filled nearly the whole room. There looked to be room for four men comfortably. Red sheer bed curtains were draped along each side, and a table holding lube and oil was covered in an ivory cloth. There was a mirror inset in the headboard and from what Ron could see, a mirror above the bed too. “Making a few changes to the calendar?



“What on earth is this?” He rose and ventured over to the bed, looking at this and that. It looked comfortable and very enticing.



“I think this is the room’s way of letting you know you need a break,” he took up the oil from the table, “and in need of relaxation.”



Ron let out a smile. “Really?”



Severus came closer. “Yes really.” He leaned in and gave him the gentlest of kisses, then undressed him, taking his time with each garment. When he was naked, he looked into the older man’s eyes.



“What if one of the students tries to call for the room of requirement?” They both looked to the door, to see about 40 different locks appear and seal themselves, along with a huge chain and lock over the whole mess.



“Does that answer your question?” Ron let out his laughter and nodded. He climbed on the bed, crawling over to the center and laying back, relaxing while Severus shed his on clothes.



He watched in the mirror as he was massaged everywhere. His ankle rested on his shoulder and two hands caressed away stress in his calves and thighs. He spread out his arms wide, as the strong hands roamed over his waist, stomach, and chest. The image in the mirror above him was filled with sensuality of a man pampering his man.



He was eased onto this stomach and rested his chin on his overlapped wrists. The view in the mirror on the headboard was just as nice. He watched Severus straddle his calves and begin to knead the back of his thighs. Ron had never felt more weightless in his life.



Severus moved higher, straddling his thighs and his hands moved higher, squeezing and groping his ass. Ron had the most delectable ass, pale white, soft and smooth. Ron used shaving spells on most of his body, preferring to be hairless in most places. He didn’t mind hair on his men, but clearly avoided the furry ones. Severus was for the most part was not hairy, even though his legs and chest were dusted with a light amount. Harry on the other hand, sported a rug on his chest and while that was fine with Hermione, it was not his particular preference.



He let his eyes drift shut as Severus’s hands moved along his back, relieving him of the tension in his shoulders and upper back. His hands were moved, and he let his head roll onto a pillow. Severus didn’t ignore a single body part, even his fingers. Each digit was held and given proper attention. For a man who used his hands, Ron had never imagined such contact could be relaxing and seductive at the same time.



Severus knew he would never have imagined a massage on his hands and fingers. For a man who also used his hands in his work, chopping and peeling and prepping roots and ingredients by hand, he understood that this would be needed. He was soon a puddle of limp flesh, just laying there wondering what Severus would do next.



He leaned down and covered Ron’s body with his own, chest against his back, arms over arms, legs over legs. He placed a light kiss on Ron’s cheek. “Feel better?”



“Much.” His eyes still hadn’t opened. “I didn’t know how much I needed that.”



“That’s why I’m here, to watch out for you.” He nuzzled his cheek.



“Is that so?” He let out a chuckle but still hadn’t opened his eyes.



“Didn’t you do the same for me?” He took Ron’s smile and sigh for his answer and let his own eyes close.











“Severus, I need to run to Hogsmeade.” Ron said, slipping his cloak on.



“What?” He stood, nearly disrupting the pile of parchments he was working on. “You have to notify the aurors first.”



“Severus look, it’s been a week. I just need a different set of brushes and a paint knife and Hermione isn’t home. I don’t want to wait or I will end up behind. I’m only going to one shop then I will return.” He leaned in and gave him a kiss. “I will be careful.”



“I’d feel better if you waited until we……”



“Ten minutes, then I’ll be back. I don’t want to wait hours for something to be set up when I can be there and back in moments.” He headed for the door. “I will be back in a bit.”



Severus thought for a moment. He should have gone with him. Maybe Ron was right. It had been a week and Dorian was nowhere to be found. Maybe a quick trip was no problem, but he couldn’t shake the bad feeling he had. He glanced at the clock. He said ten minuets, so he would wait ten minutes.



Ron slipped through the passageway that lead to the shrieking shack. The whomping willow was still the best way to get to Hogsmeade quickly. Leaving the shack he hurried to the small town and made his way to the art shop. He was glad to be on his own for once. He appreciated the aruros keeping watch and understood their caution, but being trailed constantly was taxing. Especially for someone given to random impulses and artistic bouts of inspiration. There was only so much to catch his eye in the castle.



As he continued to the store he wanted, he passed an alley and was pulled inside. A blow to his head sent pain running down his body. As he felt blackness overtake him, he experienced the pull of side along apparition.











“He said ten minutes. It’s been an hour.’ Severus said pacing Dumbledore’s office.



“Why did he go alone?” Gaspard asked.



“He said he needed a set of brushes and a paint knife, it would have been a waste of time to arrange an outing for ten minutes. Ten minutes!” He felt Dumbledore ease him into a chair.



“Yes, we remember that Ron said ten minutes,” he faced Moody, “he must have taken the route under the whomping willow. My fireplace is the only one that can be used to exit the castle when the wards are set. My office was locked.”



“Alright, Harry and Gaspard you two follow the route from the whomping willow and take it into Hogsmeade, see if anything was left behind along the way. There is only one art shop in the village, so head there and keep your eyes out. I will go to the shop now and the surrounding shops and see if anyone saw anything.” With a nod all three men were off. Severus could do no more than sit in Dumbledore’s office and wait thinking about hat had been told to him.



Dorian’s location was probably unpalatable, since they couldn’t locate him with the standard spells. Even the smartest owls weren’t able to find him and letters came back still pristine. The Di Vincenzos had a house elf but he was unable to find his master. The possibility that Dorian had told the elf to refuse knowledge of him was something that occurred to Moody, but the creature also pleaded ignorance when questions by Dorian’s parents. Harry knew it wouldn’t have made a difference. House elves obeyed their family’s. ALL of them. The elf would have obeyed Dorian’s request no matter what.



Severus beat himself up inside. He should have listened to his instincts and gone with him. His young man was out there somewhere and he knew Dorian had a hand in it, but he was being forced to wait, and let someone else handle it. That was the hardest part. He understood how Ron felt now. Being stuck in the castle while someone else dealt with issues. He realized how much Ron meant to him now, how close this man had become. He loved Ron, and now he didn’t have the chance to tell him. He would have to wait. Wait until somebody else brought him back.











Ron opened his eyes and groaned. His head hurt but when he tried to lift a hand he couldn’t. Raising his head, he realized he was restrained. He swallowed and found that he was gagged as well. Blinking several times he took in his surroundings.



He was in what looked like a bedroom, but it was poorly cared for. The bed needed repair and the sheets were old and thread bare. The single window hadn’t been washed and were so filthy that it made it impossible for him to see outside. The walls were simple wooden slats and devoid of anything personal or decorative.



There was a simple dresser in the corner but it was old and from the looks of it, had seen better days. There was a table, still surprisingly able to stand on the spindly legs it had. Ron was secured to a chair and he could only hope it was in better shape than the other furniture he saw. His ankles and his wrists were tied down. The gag in his mouth wrapped around his head, he could feel the fabric when he tried to look around.



The door opened and the bright light from outside blinded him for a moment, bringing his headache back for a moment. He closed his eyes tight, waiting until the light diminished. When his eyes stopped watering, he focused on who had entered.



His heart stopped for a moment as he saw the face of the man who had brought him here.



“Hello Ron.” Dorian said with a calm face.