Ron

                                        

                                              
Ron
                              
Ron woke up in considerable pain. His head was killing him, but he became acutely aware that his ass was hurting like it ever had before. He was practically swaddled in a blanket, toasty and his stomach was strangely full, like he had just eaten breakfast. Ron didn't want to open his eyes, as he tried to piece together what happened last night. He remembered his conversation last night.
                              
"Come on, Hermione," he urged. "We can finally get through this plateau in our relationship."
                              
"Sex, you mean?" she scoffed.
                              
"It doesn't have to be. I just want... to be closer to you," he said.
                              
To anyone, he thought. The war had been so... hard on him... them. He knew that it was his fault. He just never got enough attention from anyone. Hermione always had other priorities, and his mother had other children. No one cared for him beyond their friend and family roles, and the loneliness was chaffing. He also wanted to have sex, too. Let's not forget that.
                              
He remembered throwing back the shot and then nothing. His memories were gone, just as Seamus had said. He also warned that some couldn't handle what they saw and choose to leave their memories in limbo, until they were ready to accept them. The Remembrall Potion would bring them back instantly, even years later, but right now, he only remembered holding Hermione's hand and that Harry was next to him.
                              
Something finally clicked in his head. His... anus hurt... was sore and stretched. Hermione would have no reason... he hoped... to do that. That meant he had sex... with a guy. He was scared a little. That was a secret... a buried deep secret. He knew how hard he got when listening to Dean and Seamus fucking. There were a few other couples in the dorms, but he only got randy when it was two guys together. He just thought something was wrong with him. This potion was supposed to unite him with his true love... the right, straight way.
                              
But tears came out. That was never going to happen. He obviously was gay and had cheated on his girlfriend. He let out of sob, and realized that Harry could be in his bed. He hadn't been willing to open his eyes, yet, but they ripped open in surprise anyway. There was a collar on his neck. A fucking collar. He sucked in a breath, and also noticed how sore his jaw was. What the fuck had he done? He was starting to panic. He only stared wide-eyed at that ceiling.
                              
"You okay?" a rough voice asked, and Ron suddenly realized that there was someone pressed up against him.
                              
"I... let me out!" he cried, and being trapped by blankets wasn't helping.
                              
"Alright... fuck my head, hurts," his lover said, and Ron turned to look at the person who had... owned him. Rich, dark, smooth skin, gorgeous brown eyes, and a big grin greeted him.
                              
"Weasley?" Blaise Zabini purred. "Well, well...."
                              
"Looks like your instincts are finely tuned, Blaise," said another male voice said, suddenly. "You picked him out before we even drank the potion."
                              
Ron choked and turned to his other side. Theodore Nott was getting out of bed, completely naked.
                              
"Shh... calm down, boo. We aren't going to hurt you. We've been wanting a third, and you'll fit perfectly," Zabini said, softly.
                              
"Like hell, I will!" Ron finally extracting himself from the tightly wrapped blankets.
                              
"Nice, he's a submissive," Theo said, leaning against the desk and his dick already straightening.
                              
Ron sucked in a breath at the sight. "I am not!" he spat and got out of bed.
                              
"Says the guy who was snuggled between us and has a collar on," he retorted.
                              
Ron grabbed his robes, threw them on and ran.