There was still a dull throb around the base of his skull, but he could think. As Ron struggled onto his feet, he could feel the headache dissipating. He preferred a home that just came together, like his childhood home, as opposed to one that Hermione had spent weeks planning out. To be honest, Ron wasn't that fond of the frippery that Hermione seemed to like. It was obviously somebody's home, just more sparsely decorated than the one he shared with Hermione. His vision was the first to clear and he could see that the room he was in wasn't so plain after all. "But you drank it anyway."Īlmost immediately, Ron could feel the effects of the potion. "Yes, it could be," the person said dryly. "It could be poison," Ron mumbled but he managed to grab the cup and down its contents anyway. "I already told you that it was to help your headache." It smelled disgusting but then again, most headache remedies didn't have a particularly palatable odour. It'll help with the headache you undoubtedly have."Ī cup of some sort of concoction was thrust underneath his nose. "You're here, of course." The voice sounded amused. Hermione liked paintings and soft carpeting, and their walls were a pale peach. "Where am I?" As he looked around, Ron saw plain walls and from the feel of it, the floor underneath him was cold stone. There was a distinct thrumming sound in his ears as he moved. "Who are you?" he asked as he struggled to sit up. There was something about the sharp, clipped tone that seemed very familiar. His vision was still fuzzy and his headache was making it hard for him to concentrate, but he could have sworn he knew that voice. The person had long black hair and their shampoo smelled like those candles Hermione always loved to put in their living room. "Is there anybody there?"Ī sweet waft of perfume floated towards him as somebody leaned over him. "Help," Ron tried to say but it came out as a croak. It was obviously his blood, which meant that he was injured. Through the haze, Ron noticed that they were red. He blinked to clear his vision as he looked down at his fingers. Ron lifted his fingers and gently prodded the tender area they came back wet. The first thing that Ron noticed was that his head felt as though a hammer was driving sharp, pointy nails into his temples with painful regularity. But I just couldn't resist! I hope you like it scarletladyy! Thank you so much to aigooism for the beta! In the aftermath, Pansy has chosen Ron to be her slave.Ī/N: This is a bit epic for a pinch hit. Warnings: Dark!fic, dubious consent, implied non-con, adultery, slavery. Pairings: Ron/Pansy, Pansy/Hermione and a little bit of in the background Ron/Hermione and Lucius/Hermione. All fics posted at this community were written entirely for fun, not for profit, and no copyright infringement is intended. Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to JK Rowling and Warner Bros.
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