Forsaken Memories

Chapter Seven

Ron opened his eyes to a dimly lit room with very little furnishings. He noticed also that he was bound to a very uncomfortable wooden arm chair and that his arms were bleeding and the ropes around his wrists were starting to cut into his skin. It was then, when his mind became fully aware of its surroundings, he noticed a certain blonde sitting in front of him holding a glass of blood wine with a very smug look dancing across his lips. Behind him stood a certain brunette with amused emerald eyes who was likewise holding a glass of wine in a relaxed hand.

Ron growled and his struggled began anew as he willed the ropes to leave his body. “You bastard Malfoy! I swear when I get out of this chair-”

“Shut up Weasley.” A dark voice demanded harshly.

“Harry?” Ron asked warily. He could no longer see the brunette in front of him and it scared him more than he would ever admit.

Ron heard a growl before he felt pain lace across his face. His eyes watered and a tiny grunt of pain escaped his lips before he turned his head to see an angry brunette standing in front of him with a hand still clenched into a fist. Smoldering emerald eyes glared down at him hatefully.

“I told you already, Weasley, to call me Potter. You are no friend of mine to have such a right as to call me by my given name.” Harry spat down to the bound red head.

“Now now don’t get too carried away. He only just woke up. And besides, if you knock him out again, what fun does that leave me? I want to hurt him too.” Draco said coming to stand behind Harry wrapping an arm around his waist.

“Sorry. He has had that one coming for a long time now though. Six years to be exact.” Harry replied.

“Where am I?” Ron asked.

“In the basement of my home. Not scared are you Weasel?” Draco baited motioning to the dungeon like walls accented with chains and scones.

“Not of you, you damn ferret!” Ron ground out moving against his bonds.

“Crucio.” Harry said nonchalantly as he pointed his wand at a stunned red head.

When his screams of pain became too much of an annoyance for Draco, a whispered “silencio” was cast to silence the red heads screams. When Ron finally fell limp in the chair, Harry retracted the curse and Draco took away the charm. Both men stood towering over the red head with evil grins crossing their lips. Ron was even too weak to turn his head to glare at them.

“Draco?” Harry asked turning his head to where Draco had disappeared to.

“Yeah pet?” Draco answered with an arched eyebrow.

“Hand me the knife please?” Harry asked sweetly.

Draco smiled. “It’s gonna cost ya luv.” He answered.

Harry sauntered over to the blonde who, by now, was holding up a double edged, black bladed, emerald and silver handled knife. With a smirk to rival Draco’s, harry grabbed the back of said blondes head and crushed their lips together.

After two minutes of battling for dominance with Draco, Harry pulled back and smiled. “That good enough luv?” He asked.

Draco only nodded his head once. He was trying to get a hold of his emotions. His eyes gave him away, as did the large bulge is his jeans, but Harry didn’t acknowledge those two factors as he turned his attention back to a rather disgusted looking red head.

“Oh what’s wrong Ron? Did that disgust you?” Harry asked. He could only smirk when Ron looked away from him.

A muttered charm was thrown to the un suspecting red head before Harry walked towards him. He smirked when Ron looked up at him and then just as quickly looked away. He didn’t want to show Harry that he was scared to death of what Harry might do to him, but he was also curious as to what spell he had been hit with.

“Curious yet Ron? Interesting in what spell was cast over your body?” Draco asked.

Ron looked up to Draco as he sauntered over. He bit his tongue to hold back an insult and Harry could only smirk. “Actually yes, Malfoy, I do want to know what I was hit with. Are you going to be nice enough to tell me?” Ron asked sarcastically.

“Careful there mate,\" Harry spat, \"We just might cast the pain curse on you again.” He threatened.

Draco grinned when Ron snapped his jaw shut. “Well, Weasel, you were hit with a blood replenishing charm. You see…Harry here wants to have a wee bit of fun. But you are no use to us dead, so when you are being cut, you’re going to be getting plenty of blood flowing through your veins. And don’t worry, it won’t hurt a bit. Besides, we don’t want you dead yet. We have another surprise in store for you. Don’t we pet?” Draco asked of Harry.

Harry only turned his head to smirk and nod at Draco. When he turned back to Ron, his smirk went from sexy to sadistic. He noticed Ron’s eyes shifting around the room, trying to find anything else that might be involved with his torture. When Ron’s eyes finally met Harry’s again, his sadistic smirk grew into a feral grin.

‘Things are about to get very interesting around here.’ Harry mused quietly. ‘Yes, definitely interesting.’ He thought as Ron’s eyes widened in fear at the gleaming blade held dangerously close to his skin. Harry could only smirk as the first cut was made and Ron’s first cry was heard.