Bittersweet

‘Malfoy, you piece of shit!’

The person lay curled into a ball.  Harry kicked him again and again and again, because one time was never too much and because he deserved.

‘Death is too good for your kind,’ Ron coldly said.

Ron, whose entire personality seemed to have changed in the wake of Hermione’s…attack.

This was there own form of justice.  Both knew that they were committing an enormous crime by taking the law into their hands, but who cared?  No one would find out.

‘Give us a widdle smile,’ Ron cruelly said.

Harry hesitated.

He was always caught off guard by Ron’s cruelty, something that Harry never realized his friend was capable of.  But then, his girlfriend hadn’t been raped.  If that were the case…

Maybe…

_

He was confused.

He wasn’t Malfoy.

Or was he?

He thought he was someone else.

But when he looked in the mirror he saw Malfoy.

Had he lost his mind?

But I’m Ronald Weasley.

Yet every time he tried to open his mouth, they attacked him.  Beat him, punched him, kicked him.  Cursed him.  But they never killed him.

He wanted to scream at Harry, that the person with his face wasn’t really him.

Or was it?

Had he lost his fucking mind?

The person wearing his face—the one everyone thought was him, leaned close and whispered softly, ‘She’s mine now, Weasel.  I’m the one who gets to fuck her.  Every night.  And that’s my baby inside of her…’

Ron went crazy.  He began to scream obscenities, struggling against the bonds that held him, ‘Mother fucker..!’

Taking a step back, the imposter grinned and held up his wand, ‘Cruciatus!’

-_

Poor, poor Ron.  I actually like him a lot [I know a lot of people don’t] and I just love to ruin his and Hermione’s relationship because it is just so tragic.  *Sigh*

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