Warning: None. There's some more slash sex, but that's not new.
Dedication: For Simmy. Because I know you love this story, and you hate the other one.
Author's Note: I'm trying to give Ron a saving point here. I don't know if it will be, or not. But I decided he needed something. Some sort of...anchor. Or something. I don't know. I can't explain it. Anyway, I'd like to show just all the aspects of Ron.

An Interesting Twist



Lord Voldemort moved me out of Hawkspoint. On to bigger and better things. Another village, another general relieved. And I've been asked to handle all executions personally. Which makes sense. If I sentence a man to die, I damn well better be able to do it myself. If I can't, then I don't really think he should die. And I refuse to waste life. I can use a live man, I can't use a dead one.


And Draco. A constant by my side, in my bed. How many nights do I just collapse into his arms, silent, and let him make all the bad stuff go away? It's nice, to juts strip naked and feel him pressed against me, smooth and warm. I can forget everything. I can forget the look in their eyes as they die, I can forget the war that's raging on around us, and I can forget the look of betrayal I see whenever I come across someone I knew from before.


I sometimes wonder how I came to love him. Maybe it's true what they say. Familiarity breeds affinity. He's always been here, and he's always going to be here. Anyone lays a finger on him, I'll strangle them with my bare hands.


He's in my arms now. It's morning, and we should really be getting up, but I don't want to. I just want to lay here with him, holding him close. I don't even want to do anything, you know, physical. I just want to feel him in my arms.


That's love. When you've got a beautiful naked man in your arms, and you don't want to fuck him.


But it's time to get up, so I kiss his forehead and he stirs against me, and he pulls me on top of him, spreading his legs for me.


"I need a bit of a pick me up to get me going." He mumbles, and he arches up against me and I can feel he's hard. I laugh, and I pin his arms up over his head and I kiss him. I kiss his lips, tasting his mouth. Then I decide better, because it's first thing in the morning and he hasn't brushed his teeth. I'm sorry, but no one's mouth tastes all that great first thing in the morning. So I kiss his neck, and tease his nipples, and go down further to lick along his cock. I suck him off before I take him, fast and hard.


It's good and it's sweet, and we fall into each other's arms. I roll off of him, get cleaned up and get dressed. We've both got meetings today. I guess things are really winding down. I have to meet with Walter Thursley, a pretty high up in the attack department. And Draco has more meetings with his father. He's actually learning shit, too. It's kind of neat.


The meeting with Thursley goes pretty well. They're planning an attack on Hogwarts. The last big defense, I guess. There's not much I can do here. Hogwarts...that's out of even my league. There's no way to know all of the entrances, though thanks to that map of Harry's, I can list off quite a few. Some that may be less protected. Or not. They know I'm helping them. But I do what I can, and I wonder what's going to happen.


This is it, isn't it? This is the last big battle. So many of their number have been captured or killed, I really don't see how they can stand against us. Unless they've got some secret super weapon no one knows about. Which I find hard to believe.


I get back in perfect timing. Lucius is on his way out, and he's not alone. I keep my mouth shut though, taking a deep breath and looking strait past Lucius and the woman behind him. I don't want him to say anything, to draw any attention to me.


"Ron!" He calls out. Damn him! But not really. I haven't seen him in a couple of weeks, and I do sort of miss him.


"Lucius." I smile, and grasp his wrist when he offers it. Just two old buddies, saying hello. "How goes it all?"


"Very well, very well. I hear you spoke with Walter earlier?" Curious, and not in a fake way.


"Yeah, I did. Just getting back now." I'm painfully aware of my uniform and my sigils. Oh well. So goes life, I suppose.


"And how did it go?"


"Eh." I shrug. "As well as it could have."


"Understandable." He smiles wider, and I can see that look in his eyes. Draco gets it a lot, when he's feeling kinky.


"And how is everything with you?" Just regular chit chat. "How's Narcissa?"


"Oh Merlin, don't bring her up!" Lucius rolled his eyes, shaking his head. "She's left me, I believe. Claims there's no evil in me taking a young boy or two to my bed, to take on a mistress is the final straw."


"Mistress?" Well, that was just...I can't even think.


"Yes." Lucius gives me that look, and I know what it means. It means 'see the things I do for you'. I nod, and my eyes flick to her. She looks damn good. And she's not looking daggers at me. "I took your advice."


"Ah." Damn him! I find myself blushing. I'm fucking blushing!


"You have exquisite taste in women, Ron."


"Thank you." I mumble it, and honest to god she's smirking at me. I think that's even worse then if she was looking at me like she wanted me dead.


"I tell you boy, I'm not going to miss Narcissa in my bed with this wench." And he has the damn nerve to put his arm around her, pull her close. She's dressed in something she'd never wear on her own, that's for damn certain. I can see more of her breasts then I've ever seen when I wasn't in the process of fondling them.


"Lucius..." She's being coy! Well, it's nice to know I'm not the only one who knows how to keep their arse alive. But I know she's doing it for completely different reasons. I sort of hate seeing her, tucked up against him like that. Like she cares about him. She shares his bed. I can see it, all of a sudden, in my minds eye. See her bucking and writhing under Lucius, screaming as he fucks her.



"Would you...like a moment?" Lucius asks, raising an eyebrow. He kisses her hand, drawing away. "I need speak with Draco privately, at any rate. My dear." You know, I think he actually likes her. Funny, that.


"You're doing well." There's no malice in her voice. She's calm, but she's not the coy little mistress anymore. She folds her arms, and taps her foot, and just looks at me.


"Yeah." I nod. I don't know what else to say.


"I know...I know I'm only alive because of you."


"Yeah." It's true.


"We knew that you..."


"It's not like that." I shake my head. I can't let her think that. I can't let her think I'm a good person, good old Ron, taking one for the team. Because that's not it. "I'm one of them, okay? I'm a Death Eater, branded and roped and all of that."


"I know." Her voice is sort of sharp, and she's cutting off anything else I'm going to say. "We know you Ron. You're...you're a lot smarter then's good for you, if you ask me. And you...you do things, without thinking. And now you're in over your head, and you have no choice, and you're telling yourself you want to be here."


She's so damn right it's scary.


"Yeah." Okay, so I'm not the most conversational of people. So what?


"But...I think, perhaps, it doesn't matter."


"If I didn't do it, someone else would have." I point out, voicing my own rationalization.


"Not as well, but that's besides the point." I sigh. She's right, again. "But...at least you care. You do care, don't you?" And then she's turning those big brown eyes on me, and she looks like she's going to cry, so I hug her and I bury my face in her hair.


"Yeah. Yeah, I still care." Because I do. I shouldn't, but I do. Because I might be....a bad guy, but I'm still a good person at heart. I hope.


"It's hard, isn't it?" She looks up at me, and I think a part of me still loves her. Or maybe I've just fallen in love with her all over again.


"Yeah. Sometimes. Not as often as it should be." I stroke her hair. "You're...he's okay to you, isn't he?"


"Yes." She sort of laughs, and looks down. "He is. He's...he's charming."


"I know. It's weird. A lot of them are. They're...they're normal, and they're nice, and it's just weird. I've really found it's better not to think about it."


"I suppose for you, it would be. All I'm required to do is spread my legs."


"Don't talk like that." I still don't like thinking of her in bed with him.


"It's true." She shrugs, and pulls away. He brushes a bit of hair out of her face, and I touch her cheek.


"We're both whores." I whisper, and I'm saddened all of a sudden. Standing here, with her. But it passes, and I can imagine I feel my heart hardening a little. She really is beautiful. I want her, one more time.


"Ahem?" Lucius is back, I drop my hand away, turning to him.


"Don't suppose you'd be willing to share?" I ask, and I hear her give a little gasp.


"Oh?"


"If you remember, Lucius, the last girl I tried bedding stabbed me. I'd like one that I know *isn't* going to kill me." Or if she does, at least she'll be justified.


"I suppose..." He sounds pretty damn loathe to let her go though.


"I'm not going to keep her!" I say, patting him on the shoulder. "I just...for old times sake, you know?"


"Of course." He nods. "You may have her for the night, but that is all. My bed will grow cold without her, I fear."


"You can find something to fill it."


"Yes, I can." He smiles. "I will come to collect her in the morning. My dear." He kisses her hand again, and hen her lips. He's doing it to piss me off, I'm pretty damn sure. He makes a big show of using his tongue, hands reaching down to clasp her buttocks. And she's straining into him, like she really wants him. Hell, maybe she does. But he lets her go, and walks away, eyes sparkling.


He's a twisted fuck.


"Ron...what are you...?"


"You heard us. I want you for a night." I look her over, and give her my sexy look. No one can resist my sexy look.


"You're a bastard." But I don't *think* she means it.


"Yup. And proud of it. Now come on. I've want dinner, a bath, and then bed. All three of them with you."


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