Memory Loss (Harry Potter Drarry slash)

21: [And so the Tables Were Turned 10] Dating Ronald Weasley

"My little lamb-come to me ..."

He hears her voice so clearly inside his head, and it is mild, inviting, seductive ... but she is not in a good mood. Behind that mild tone hides a wrath stronger and more powerful than any human emotion ought to be. He is afraid of her-he does not want to go to her. But she calls, and he must obey.

He must go to her.

"My little lamb ..."

"Yes, mistress. I am coming," he says aloud, slowly moving along the corridors to the room that she has made her lair. He is shaking from head to toe, knowing what will come the moment he sets foot in that room, but he cannot control his own legs; they keep moving on her command. He is but a puppet in her sick game. And he will do as she wishes.

That is what scares him the most-that he will do whatever she wants of him without even blinking. And this time, it will not be pretty.

"My little lamb ... come sit with your queen. Come kiss my royal feet!" she coaxes from the dark corner in which she resides.

But he does not even reach her feet before he is hit with an electric current so strong that he falls to the floor screaming in agony.

The pain ... the pain ... the pain ...

Holding his hands to his neck, he tries to bend the ring open; but it is impossible. She merely increases the voltage and laughs demonically when he thrashes on the floor, his muscles twitching in spasms caused by the strong electrical current.

Right before he passes out from the pain, he can hear her demonic voice whispering close by his ear: "I hope you understand now what happens when you disobey me, little lamb."

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Third date already. Ron was experiencing some confusion and hesitancy about the feelings that he was developing for Jonathan Kelly, the med student who had walked up to him at the gay bar last week, because even though he had decided to be experimental and 'try the gay lifestyle,' he had never really expected to actually feel something! Yet, here he was.

In the beginning, he did not understand why his heart raced every time Jonathan smiled at him, or why he felt so excruciatingly nervous whenever Jonathan came too close, or why he always became so happy when Jonathan called him.

Harry had thought it a bit drastic of him to get a cell phone just because he had decided to 'play with Muggle boys,' but Ron had seen it as a necessity. Like Harry said, he was trying his best to get over Hermione-and had been trying to get over her for the past two years-but now he found that he did not have to try anymore. He was already over her.

Their first date had been quite embarrassing, really. Jonathan had insisted on taking him out to dinner and a movie, but Ron did not have the first clue what a movie was, not to mention the fact that he had never gone to a Muggle restaurant before. He did not know the first thing about table manners-they had no such thing as 'table manners' at the Burrow-and of all places, Jonathan had to take him to a French restaurant. How the Hell were you supposed to know what you were ordering if you did not speak bloody French?!

Ron had just stared at his menu in sheer terror and wondered what the Hell to do until Jonathan asked him if he needed help. Apparently, he spoke French fluently. Later, when they were going to that movie thingy, Ron had a small seizure when the screen began to move and the stereo sound of automatic gunfire filled the huge theatre. Poor Jonathan had to take him out of there before the other people in the audience killed them for making such a racket.