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Adult +
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A Lack of Control
Title: A Lack of Control
Author name: SuicideParty
Rating: R
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OoTP, HBP
Summary: Part of the back story to Softer Sins.
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A Lack of Control
Harry staggers in, naked, shivering, bleeding. Lucius hadn’t been very kind to him that night. Ron can see the marks on his wrists from the bindings the blonde man had used, the stripes on his back from the whipping, the rapidly forming bruises on those slim hips he adores so much.
The door slams shut, and Harry raises his eyes.
They are glowing with repressed disgust and hatred. Ron allows himself to gaze into those eyes for a few moments before bending to remove his boots. He hears the opening of the bathroom door, hears the water start to flow, smells the scent that he has come to associate with Harry flow in through the opening.
As he lays his robe and mask on the bed and discards the rest of his clothing alongside it, Ron wonders if Harry hates Lucius more than he hates him. He doesn’t know, but a large part of him scoffs in disgust at the idea that Harry could hate anyone more than he hates Ron.
He steps into the bathing chamber, fully naked now, his body resting against the doorframe, and watches Harry clean himself. He winces when Harry exhales heavily after passing over what must be a still tender slice mark left from his last visit with Pettigrew.
He walks toward the bath, toward Harry, with hesitant steps. He stops just short of the edge of the bathing pool, drawing in a shocked breath when he can see fully the amount of damage Lucius has done to his prize. He can make out the words ‘Death Eater’s Whore’ carved into the pale flesh of Harry’s back, and swears silently to himself. He and Lucuis would have to have a long talk about what he can and cannot do in terms of marking Harry.
He summons his wand and casts a quick healing spell on the slices, but the spell is rebounded and Ron swears aloud this time. Harry stiffens, his back going straight for a second before curving again when the fresh scabs on his wounds tear open again.
Ron sets his wand aside and lowers himself into the bath with Harry, whispering reassurances that nothing else would happen tonight.
He takes the wash cloth from Harry’s hand and starts to gingerly wash the wounds he can see need the most care. He knows that Harry only tolerates this treatment because it is necessary, but sometimes he can pretend that Harry enjoys having him touch him, bathe him, take care of him.
Ron sends Harry to Lucuis once every week to show him that things could always be worse. The treatment he gets from Ron is infinitely better than what he would have gotten had he been given to Lucius, or if Voldemort had kept him for himself. He hopes that by showing Harry what he is missing, he will come to appreciate what he has.
The wounds that can’t be healed magically, Ron sets to dressing after he dries Harry off. Harry fades away into slumber, and Ron sits up to watch him sleep, taking comfort in the gentle rise and fall of his chest and the soft sounds that he makes when he’s dreaming.
At times like these, Ron can’t help but wonder how it is that, while he has all the power in their relationship, Harry is the one that is always in control.
Author name: SuicideParty
Rating: R
Spoilers: SS/PS, CoS, PoA, GoF, OoTP, HBP
Summary: Part of the back story to Softer Sins.
DISCLAIMER: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.
A Lack of Control
Harry staggers in, naked, shivering, bleeding. Lucius hadn’t been very kind to him that night. Ron can see the marks on his wrists from the bindings the blonde man had used, the stripes on his back from the whipping, the rapidly forming bruises on those slim hips he adores so much.
The door slams shut, and Harry raises his eyes.
They are glowing with repressed disgust and hatred. Ron allows himself to gaze into those eyes for a few moments before bending to remove his boots. He hears the opening of the bathroom door, hears the water start to flow, smells the scent that he has come to associate with Harry flow in through the opening.
As he lays his robe and mask on the bed and discards the rest of his clothing alongside it, Ron wonders if Harry hates Lucius more than he hates him. He doesn’t know, but a large part of him scoffs in disgust at the idea that Harry could hate anyone more than he hates Ron.
He steps into the bathing chamber, fully naked now, his body resting against the doorframe, and watches Harry clean himself. He winces when Harry exhales heavily after passing over what must be a still tender slice mark left from his last visit with Pettigrew.
He walks toward the bath, toward Harry, with hesitant steps. He stops just short of the edge of the bathing pool, drawing in a shocked breath when he can see fully the amount of damage Lucius has done to his prize. He can make out the words ‘Death Eater’s Whore’ carved into the pale flesh of Harry’s back, and swears silently to himself. He and Lucuis would have to have a long talk about what he can and cannot do in terms of marking Harry.
He summons his wand and casts a quick healing spell on the slices, but the spell is rebounded and Ron swears aloud this time. Harry stiffens, his back going straight for a second before curving again when the fresh scabs on his wounds tear open again.
Ron sets his wand aside and lowers himself into the bath with Harry, whispering reassurances that nothing else would happen tonight.
He takes the wash cloth from Harry’s hand and starts to gingerly wash the wounds he can see need the most care. He knows that Harry only tolerates this treatment because it is necessary, but sometimes he can pretend that Harry enjoys having him touch him, bathe him, take care of him.
Ron sends Harry to Lucuis once every week to show him that things could always be worse. The treatment he gets from Ron is infinitely better than what he would have gotten had he been given to Lucius, or if Voldemort had kept him for himself. He hopes that by showing Harry what he is missing, he will come to appreciate what he has.
The wounds that can’t be healed magically, Ron sets to dressing after he dries Harry off. Harry fades away into slumber, and Ron sits up to watch him sleep, taking comfort in the gentle rise and fall of his chest and the soft sounds that he makes when he’s dreaming.
At times like these, Ron can’t help but wonder how it is that, while he has all the power in their relationship, Harry is the one that is always in control.