Foolish Hearts

Six

Ron's Pov...

The drugs the ginger haired wizard were on were good, very good indeed. He felt happier than a pig in shit, but sometimes, just sometimes, the dosage was a little off, and he began to see the spiders again. The last dream the Spider Queen came to him, wearing Hermione's face on her eight legged body. She demanded sex from him, which he did, and she took his head clean off in the dream.

He sat up in bed screaming. Wait? Where was he? Why wasn't he home in London? More importantly, where was Hermione? He looked down at himself and saw that he was in a straitjacket.

The door to his padded cell opened and two orderlies in white uniforms came in behind Draco Malfoy. There was a cold sneer on his face, and his gray eyes were as cold as ice. He had never seen Malfoy so enraged. A syringe was produced, and two chairs were placed in the room. 

Malfoy sat in the cushioned chair, his posture perfect as he opened a medical file, and Ron was cruelly made to sit in the chair opposite Malfoy. He began to struggle as the orderlies injected him in the neck with veritaserum.

Draco sneered as he watched the truth telling drug take effect, "Welcome back, Weasley. It's been four months since we had ourselves a little chat. You no doubt have questions."

Ron began to jerk and spasm as he wanted to lie. Malfoy watched him, making little notations in his notes with a ball point pen. "Where is my wife?! What the fuck have you done with my wife, Malfoy?! Is she here?" He demanded.

Draco laughed, "No, she's not here. But I have ensured that you will never see her again. You see, Weasley, I don't hold with scumbags like you abusing and raping their wives to assert their authority over them. Which is why I'm going to make your life a living hell. Shall we begin with your questions?"

"You're a filthy liar, Malfoy!" Ron screamed. "You're fucking her aren't you?!"

Malfoy laughed, and shook his head. "My, my you have quite the mouth on you, Weasley. Tell me, do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" 

"You have her locked up! Free her, and you can do what you want with me, I swear," Ron blurted, beginning to cry. "Please, she...she doesn't deserve you bullying her."

"Hmm, I don't know, Weasley," Malfoy said, tapping his pen against his clean shaven chin. "Are you going to answer my questions like a good boy? Or will my friends here have to give you more drugs to make you behave?" 

Ron knew that he was defeated. He just knew it. He was a filthy, stupid loser, just as everyone said that he was. His only proud moment, was in his first year at Hogwarts, when he played that chess match that saved Harry and Hermione's lives. Everything else in his life just kind of went downhill from there. 

He took a few deep breaths, and said, "Okay, okay! But please, please free Hermione. Even you're not that cruel, Malfoy," He said, defeated. 

Draco smirked as he said, "You're right, Weasley. I'm not. And you have my word, she will be freed...if you answer my questions about your marriage." 

Ron shrugged. "What do you want to know, git?"

Draco leaned forward in his chair and said, "Why, everything. I want to know everything, and at the end of it, I want you to dissolve your marriage to Hermione Granger."

"You just want her for yourself!" Ron snapped. An orderly smacked him hard across the face in an uppercut.

Malfoy laughed coldly, "As much as I want to entertain your drug induced fantasies, the answer to that question is no, I don't want your wife. I have a wife of my own. But she is my patient, and my friend, and I'm here to ensure that you get your just desserts. Now, sign the paperwork."

The words swam in front of Ron's face as one of his hands was freed so he could grip the pen. The orderlies directed where he should sign, and Ron could almost see that they were divorce documents. They brought the documents to Draco, and he looked them over. 

"Good. Thank you, for freeing your wife from...our custody," Malfoy said, putting the documents in a black leather brief case, and zipping it up. 

More veritaserum was pumped into his body as Ron talked about Hermione Granger, and why he felt the need to begin hitting her to begin with soon after they were married immediately after the second wizarding war. 

What Ron Weasley didn't know was that he was being monitored the entire time by Ministry of Magic officials who needed proof beyond a reasonable doubt that Ron Weasley was a danger to himself and others. Ron confessed to everything, leaving nothing out, due to the effects of veritaserum being able to sort out truths from lies. By the end of it, Hermione Granger was given an annulment, based on the fact that Ron Weasley had treated her so barbarously that he nearly succeeded in killing her...