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A/N: Hello all. Me again! I�m not
going to say much other than the following:

-This is a continuation to all my
other RW/SS stories, but if you�re just after smut, drama, angst and some bad
sexual euphemisms, I think you�ll be satisfied.

-Speaking of smut, I had to go
straight in this time, please remember that when you hate me from chapters 3-8.
*innocent whistle*

-Finally, a big thank you to all my
reviewers, especially to DaVinci and Sheree for their input on this.

Starstruck86

Severus was
glad to be home as he stepped out of the fireplace, brushing soot off his
robes.

I hate these fucking things. I miss
jeans. He�d had
trouble re-adjusting to having to wear wizarding robes for his new job. He�d
lost count of how many times he�d tripped up on them and dipped his sleeves
into potions accidentally. But one simply did not wear jeans and a shirt into
the London Wizarding Academy.
Not if one worked there and wanted to remain
working there.

He massaged
the back of his neck as he walked into the hallway, nose sniffing hopefully for
the scent of dinner on the air, but the house was rather cold. Ron should have
been home before him. He noticed the cellar light was on and peered down the
cramped stairway, though he couldn�t detect movement. He was sure he�d not left
the light on. Yawning, he stomped down the stairs, eyelids feeling heavy. There
was nobody in his vaulted make-shift potions lab.

It had
originally been a very tiny store room, when they moved in, but Severus had set
about it with enlargement charms and worked hard making the room somewhere he
could brew and work in peace. All of the furniture was made of the same dark
antique-style wood. Ron called it snobbish; Severus thought it was delicious.
Therefore, since taking on a job at the apothecary in Diagon Alley, Ron took
great delight in practising his skills down in the cellar and causing
explosions to try and dirty the look of the austere surroundings. If it had
been anybody else Severus would happily have wrung their neck.

I bet it was him that left the
bloody lights on. Again.

Severus was
about to turn and climb the stairs again when the lights went out in a gentle
gust, and he was plunged into pitch blackness.

�Oh, very
funny, Ron,� he called.

There was
no reply, there wasn�t even a sound. Severus swallowed and strained his ears.
His fingers were just curling towards his wand when, seemingly from nowhere,
strong hands gripped his waist and threw him sideways into the darkness, never
releasing him, but making him stumble nevertheless. He managed to grab his wand
but only held it for a second before he was disarmed. He heard the wood clatter
on to the tiled part of the floor around the bench on which he brewed.

�Ron, is
that you?� he asked, assuming it was, but he couldn�t help the prickles of worry
creeping into his mind.

�No
talking,� came the low, husky reply, and Severus�
shoulders relaxed �no matter how low that voice got, he knew it was his
husband.

�What are
you doing?� Severus laughed, trying to stand up properly, realising he�d been
bent over as he�d been shoved.

�

The hands
slammed him backwards into a body and Severus stiffened again, a chill racing
up his spine, as he felt what was undeniably an arousal pressing into him from
behind. He felt hot breath on his ear and then the voice hissed to him.

�I thought
I said no talking?� hands possessively gripped his hips through the robes and
pulled him tightly against the erection.

Now
positively shivering with anticipation, Severus knew better than to break the
game. Ron had been threatening something such as this for the past few months,
but Severus had never believed he�d actually do it. The hands left his hips and
he felt them smooth up his chest and clutch at the buttoned part of his robes,
before ripping as hard as they could. The still air of the cellar hit his bare
chest and he could only gasp as the shoulders of the robe were tugged down his
arms, and then abandoned just above his elbows; essentially trapping his limbs
behind him in the fabric. His heart pounded against his ribcage and he knew as
soon as the hands moved down to his bottom half his own risen interest would be
discovered.

He groaned
as a large hand gripped the bulge through his robe and bucked forward slightly.

Oh Merlin, whatever he�s on, I want
some.

�On your
knees,� Ron�s voice commanded him through the darkness, and he instantly
complied, glad, as he hit the floor, that he�d been shoved onto the carpeted
part of the cellar which held his desk and books.

He felt one
of Ron�s hands roughly run through his hair, tilting his head upwards slightly.
His lips were dry and Severus� entire body felt like it had been doused in
flame.

�You won�t
fight anything I do,� Ron�s voice was soft as he spoke. �Is that understood?�

�Yes,�
Severus croaked, knowing the desire was eating up his vocal ability.

�There�s a
good little slut,� Ron�s smirk transmitted through the darkness, and Severus
hated that he found himself stinging with the longing to come simply from the
harsh endearment alone.

The way his
hips involuntarily thrust forward did not go unnoticed, even though it was dark
and Ron had to strain to hear the rustle of the ripped robe.

�So eager,�
Ron kept his voice remarkably calm, even though inside he was on fire
�accidentally inhaling a lust potion would do that to a man; he knew he should have been more careful
when cleaning out old cauldrons at work. �So eager for me to
ravish you.�

�Why don�t
you find out just how eager?� Severus somehow managed to take courage in the
darkness and play his part as the submissive with an edge.

�I already
know,� Ron sank to his own knees in a soundless movement, and instantly reached
out his hand and placed his finger to Severus� navel.

Slowly he
trailed it down, flexing the elastic of Severus� underwear for a moment, before
choosing to bypass entering it and resting his fingertip on the erection
through the material instead. It was already slightly damp, a fact which nearly
made him groan aloud. He fought it down and tapped his
finger there instead.

�Overdressed,�
Ron said slowly, and Severus felt his entire body be cooled by the cellar air,
as every single piece of clothing on his body was spelled away. Hot hands
immediately replaced them and smoothed up over his belly, onto his chest, up
over his shoulders and down his arms, which he had made the decision to keep
behind him. �You know your place,� Ron breathed appraisingly in his ear, and
with his wand handcuffed those hands in place.

If he was
aroused before, Severus suddenly felt as though all the blood in his body
re-directed south. Sweet Merlin he�s
using proper handcuffs. And if that wasn�t enough, as he felt hot lips
tease against the end of his now bare erection, he could have melted into a
puddle at the bliss.

Ron washed
the tip in a wet kiss, before pulling back to lap against the erection slowly.
A growl from above him told him the teasing was working �it was his new
favourite game, to infuriate Severus by only lapping slowly, licking gently and
leisurely, but not enough to bring about anything of consequence. Severus
breathed in deeply and pressed forward with his hips, but only succeeded in
having the licking taken away from him.

�Tsk,� Ron
whispered. �Did I forget to mention? You try to further your pleasure and you
get nothing.�

Severus�
thighs began to tremble and he couldn�t stop the tiny whimper which rose out of
his throat.

�Should have considered that before you did it,� Ron laughed, got to his feet,
and grabbed Severus under the arms and hauled him up with him.

Severus
suddenly heard several thumps and a whooshing of paper, which he automatically
assumed were the objects on the top of his desk hitting the floor. He tried to
hide his excitement at what he guessed was going to happen next. He was not
disappointed. He allowed himself to be ungracefully manhandled across the
carpet, face contorting with pleasure every time Ron�s skin connected with his
own. Severus found himself suddenly longing for a kiss, but kissing wasn�t part
of the game.

A hand
smoothed up his spine and he groaned aloud, unable to hold it in, and bent
beneath its will as it pushed him face first over the shiny wooden top of the
desk, his chest and belly flattening into the surface, leaving his backside
exposed to whatever Ron wanted from it. His erection hung thick and heavy
between his legs as they were nudged apart.

�Oh fuck
yessss,� the hiss escaped him as fingers curled around it, tightening to a
well-practiced grip.

�Eventually,�
Ron feathered hot kisses down the back in front of him, holding in his own
babble as the handcuffed hands brushed against his groin.

Severus
couldn�t resist as he flexed his fingers around Ron and took him into his hand,
but he instantly regretted it �the hand on his own erection, the kisses on his
back, and the cock in his hand were gone at once.

�I�m
sorry,� he muttered immediately.

�You will
be in a minute,� the hands returned to massage and pinch his arse and Severus
yet again, probably from having been in Ron�s position far too many times, knew
what was coming.

He was glad
as the sound of the paddle cut through the air that he was placed on the part
of the desk where his chair should have been, otherwise his erection would have
crushed into the wood as the tender line between arse cheek and upper thigh was
cracked sharply with the instrument. He knew better than to hiss but it escaped
him anyway.

�What was that?�

�Nothing,�
he replied defiantly.

Another
whoosh of air and he jumped as he was hit again, this time dead centre of his
cheeks and burned furiously in the face as he hissed again. Self-control has upped and gone on holiday,
I see. Mind you, it�s out of practice.

�You really
are a filthy slut, aren�t you?� Ron crept some malice into his tone �the best
he could, at least, as someone who had never really taken on such a role
before. He was satisfied it worked, however, hearing the gentle moan which
Severus� emitted. Ron struck down with the paddle again, biting his lip as the
hiss merged into a small cry. His husband had not noticed how he�d made the
lights rise so he could see where he was aiming, but Ron didn�t have to look to
know his eyes would be firmly shut.

�Whose filthy slut are you?� Ron tried
for a gruffer tone that time and was thrilled when the reply of �yours� was
raspy. �Damn right you�re mine,� he gave one last heavy smack with the paddle
and threw it down on the carpet, before dropping to his knees.

The skin
was red and angry, and although he could feel through their chain bond nothing
more than excitement and raging hormones, he felt guilty enough to press a few
loving kisses to it. It took him out of character but he didn�t care. He kissed
across every red part before turning his attention to the crease, smiling
slightly as he extended his tongue between the cheeks.

�Oh fuck,�
Severus stretched out his spine at the sensation of Ron�s tongue laving back
and forth against him. �You feel so fucking good.�

Ron smiled
and thrust his tongue properly inwards without warning, something he rarely did
because he never got Severus to stay still for long enough. But, bent over the
desk with his hands bound, there was very little Severus could do but lose
himself in the sensation of hot breath and saliva coating his insides, and
groan over the deep ache persisting in his groin from all the attention he was
receiving.

Letting his
fingers creep over the skin of Severus� hip, Ron took his erection in hand
again and stroked in languid movements, matching the gentle thrusting of his
tongue.

�Faster,�
Severus choked out, feeling his nipples graze across the smooth wood.

Ron snapped
back into role and once again took his hand and tongue away, before getting to
his feet and picking up his wand.

�Guessing a
finger fuck would make you come too quickly,� he said casually, and aimed the
wand to place a stretching spell within his husband.

�Oh, you bastard�� Severus recognised the newest
kind of spell they�d discovered, one that seemed to vibrate as it stretched. He
couldn�t help the way shivers ran riot up and down his spine, up into the nape
of his neck.

He gasped
aloud as Ron tugged on his hands and pulled him upright, so he was still bent
over the desk but no longer touching it. He felt the band holding his hair tied
back slide out, and it fanned across his shoulders and upper back, before a
hand pushed his head down, and the dark tresses spilled over his face messily.

�Feeling
like the filthy whore you are yet?� Ron pressed his newly-slick erection up
against Severus and messed up his hair a little more.

Severus
barely managed to choke out a reply as the hand in his hair moved to grip
tightly on his good shoulder, holding him in place. Ron angled himself, paused
teasingly at the entrance, and then pushed inward, keeping his husband hovering
over the desk painfully as he did so. Severus let his head fall forward as he
panted with need, well aware that his face was hot and sweating, and his lips
were betraying him with a mewling sound he wanted to deny he could ever be
forced to make. As fingers curled around his erection he bit hard into his lip,
instead losing himself in the guttural moaning which Ron gave himself up to as
he entered.

�And now
the rules change again,� Ron placed a wet kiss at the base of the neck he could
just reach by stretching out his back. �You will make more noise than you ever
have before. You�re going to react to every single thrust. Understand?�

�Yes,� Severus swallowed, desperately trying to fight the rush already pooling
in his groin.

Ron said no
more but moved his hips backward, slowly, before snapping forward in a rush.
The heated growl which hit the walls was a combination of them both. On the
second thrust, he squeezed the cock he was holding a little tighter, delighting
at the feel of pre-come dribbling around this thumb and index finger. He�d
excited Severus enough that he would likely come sooner than they both would
have liked.

�You are
not to come,� Ron hissed, gripping even more tightly, and buried his face in
the trembling back as a grin spread wide across his mouth.

�Oh gods
yes,� Severus� breath drew into a string of quick pants which Ron moved quickly
to, sliding back and forth but never quite leaving the passage.

The
delicious friction was too much for Severus; even though he had been determined
he was going to obey the command. �I�m going to� oh fuck��

�No you�re
not,� Ron growled. �You�re going to hold it in like a good whore��

�But��

�No buts,�
he squeezed his eyes shut at acting so boldly and in his opinion, rudely.
�You�ll be a good little slut and let me get what I want.�

The
outraged cry of protest almost made Ron come then and there, but he managed to
breathe it out in a series of pants. He sped up and thrust harder, barely
hearing the way he forced Severus� pelvis forward into the desk. He only heard
the choked moaning he was producing out of the body as he did it.

�Need to��
Severus was beside himself in the most pleasant way he could be. His back was
aching from the awkward position and his arse was burning from the thorough
fucking and his spanking, but every single part of him was tingling with
desire. �Yes, yes, yes, fuck like that, like that� right there, Ron, yes, yessss�
YEESSSS!�

Ron didn�t
have the strength to chide him as his fingers were flooded with sticky warmth
and Severus flopped face-first into the desk, moaning
a symphony into the wood. The action of dropping shoved his backside into Ron�s
pelvis; the resultant deepening of their position pushed him over the edge and
he came with a shudder, calling Severus� name to the dim cellar again and again
in a hoarse whisper.

For a
second the only sound was of their combined panting, which Ron tinged with a
whimper as his cock began to soften, still in position.

�C-can I
ask what on God�s given earth prompted that?� Severus� weak voice was muffled
by the wood and his raven hair tangled about his face.

�I should
be more careful at work,� Ron swallowed. �Inhaling week-old lust potion does
strange things to an already-horny young thing like me.�

Severus�
dark grumbling laugh shook through both of their bodies simultaneously. �How
long have you had an erection?�

�Three
hours,� Ron shifted his hips back, disengaging.

�Surprised you managed to play with me as long as you did,� Severus still
hadn�t moved.

�You and me
both,� Ron carded a hand back through his hair, feeling sweat on his fingers.

He found
his wand and vanished the handcuffs, and Severus
immediately righted himself, and Ron shivered with pleasure to see just how
ruffled his husband had become during his ravishment.

Severus swallowed
and reached up to attempt to force his hair into some kind of control. He
smoothed it with his fingertips until it fell down to mid-shoulder blade, like
usual. His eyes then swivelled to Ron and took in his sweaty form.

�I think we
need a wash,� he breathed with a groan, as he felt come slide down the back of
his thighs.

�Probably.
Best make it quick though, we�ve only got fifteen minutes.�

�Till what?� Severus frowned with a blink.

�Er, till, Harry comes over for dinner and forces me to do more awful wedding
planning?� Ron rolled his eyes.

Oh fuck me sideways with a ruler. I
don�t want an evening with Potter.

�You can bugger off you know, you�re not
expected to stay,� Ron grinned, feeling a tinge of resentment through the chain
bond.

�I still
need food though,� Severus sighed, and stretched his arms up above his head. �Still. At least I�ve got something filthy to remember
throughout and keep the smile on my face.�

He pulled
Ron into the kiss he�d been longing for since he�d first been set about.

***

�Harry, I
can�t do this anymore,� Ron groaned loudly, dragging his hands through his hair
and adding to the way it was already beyond messy. �It�s late. I�ve got stuff
to do tomorrow then we have to be The Burrow for Charlie�s party. I need to go
to bed. Some of us have been at work all day!�

�Are you
implying that I�m a slacker?� Harry breathed, looking a little desperately at
what lay before them at the table.

�No, I�m telling you to get Ginny to skip
practice to do this stuff with you. All very well being an international
Quidditch star but if she wants a wedding too she�d better fucking plan some of
it. You�re a bloke. And I�m not being funny but you have a bloody warped sense
of flower arrangements.�

�Your mum
said the same thing,� Harry tilted his head back and closed his eyes.

�Now. Colours.� Ron said pointedly. �I thought you decided on
those weeks ago?�

�We did,
Ginny changed her mind.�

�I hate my
sister,� Ron declared, preparing to launch into a full scale rant when Severus
walked through the kitchen door, yawning.

�Gods are
you two still at it?� Severus threw Ron a pitying glance.

�I should
have married you,� Harry groaned again. �You two had such an easy fucking
wedding we all blinked and missed it. I want that. I should have married either
of you.�

�Think what
you�re saying,� Severus put the kettle on to boil.

�Right now even
a lifetime with you seems preferable
to this whole mess,� Harry snarled, waving his hand at the papers on the
kitchen table. �Hey, you�re good with colours and mixing things, right?�

Severus
looked between the two younger men at the table and contemplated making a run
for the front door. �Mixing? Typically somewhat talented as you�d hope with the
salary I get for it. Colours? Not so much.�

�Mixing,
making, colours, blending, all the fucking same,� Harry ignored his dismissive
tone as Ron laughed, and shoved a sheet of parchment over. �Please, choose the
colour scheme of my wedding.�

Severus
made a show of huffing and dropping into an empty chair and looking sulkily
over the parchment, chin resting on his hand. �Oh God!
Who on earth suggested red and gold?�

Ron
snorted. �Harry was just trying to be loyal to Gryffindor.�

�At a wedding? Do you want it to look like a circus?�
Severus asked exasperatedly.

�Well what do you suggest then?� Harry snapped.

�Nothing,
if you�re going to snap at me,� Severus replied coolly but turned his attention
back to the parchment. �Well, if Ginny had blue eyes then I�d say the light blue
and silver, but she doesn�t, so, I�d actually scrap the pairings and do gold,
and swap the red for cream but for colour add yellow and light pink into the
flowers.�

�That�d
work,� Ron looked at Harry. �Dress is ivory, so would fit nicely.�

�Classy,
one might say,� Severus shoved the sheet back at him.

�I think I
love you,� Harry breathed in relief.

�Again,�
Severus got back to his feet with a wry smile. �I really believe you should
think about what you�re saying and whom you�re saying it to. Tea?�

�Got
anything stronger?� Harry rolled his head in a circle, trying to wake himself
up.

�Nothing
I�d waste on you,� Severus told him.

�Be nice,�
Ron�s eyes flicked between them, too tired to find the possibility of a
Harry/Severus verbal sparring match entertaining.

Both of
them scowled in his direction, but Harry scraped his chair back and stretched.
�I�m going to go. It�s late. And now we�ve done that the entire night doesn�t
seem such a write off.�

�We might
have got there a bit quicker had you not spent the first two hours regaling me
of the last match you saw,� Ron shuffled the parchment into an order and handed
it to him.

�I�m
telling you, a three day match is a thing of beauty!� Harry took them and
shoved them into his bag. �So I�ll see you tomorrow? Thanks for dinner.�

�Yeah, see
you tomorrow for what�ll undoubtedly be a disaster. It�s November. We�re going
to end up stuck inside playing fucking board games all night. �Happy thirtieth birthday, Charlie! Fancy another game of modified Muggle
Monopoly, which hasn�t had a full set of player tokens since 1989 when Fred
choked on the Hat?��

�The point
of a bonfire is that it�s meant to keep you warm,� Severus repeated for what
felt like the millionth time.

�It�s going
to rain,� Ron shook his head. �Fat lot of bloody good that�ll
do the bonfire.�

�Then we�ll
have to have a drink to keep us warm,� Harry rolled his eyes. �God. Severus has really beaten the optimism out of you,
hasn�t he?�

�Excuse
me?� Severus asked indignantly.

�Oh get out of here before you cause a fight,� Ron shook his head at Harry.
�And don�t be so rude or next time I won�t feed you and nor will I offer to be
the person that hunts round the bloody London flower markets next Sunday morning
for your precious type of lily.�

�I�m
sorry,� Harry had the grace to look discomfited. �See you tomorrow.�

Ron waved
and he left, Severus said nothing.

�Sorry,� Ron repeated when he heard the Floo die down.

�You don�t
have to apologise for him,� Severus passed him a mug of tea and fell into his
usual seat at the table. �So how was it?�

�I will be astounded if they make it down the aisle,� Ron looked at him glumly.
�I get that she wants to play Quidditch, and that he�s in love with her� but if
they don�t start working together soon it�s going to fall apart.�

�Would they
let that happen?� Severus mused, resting his lips on the rim of his mug.

�Who
knows,� Ron shrugged, and smoothed his hands over his face. �She�s loved and
used to it, he�s loved and not particularly used to it. I don�t think she quite
gets how much of a needy sod he actually is. Not that it�s his fault.�

�But still�
he should be sitting planning those things with her, not with you.� Severus
stated.

�Quite,�
Ron took a mouthful of tea. �Anyway. Enough of that. What have you been up to tonight? You�ve
been very quiet.�

�Just
reading a book I brought home from work,� Severus smiled at him.

�Are you
going to tell me about it or are you going to be all coy? You�ve been
increasingly coy for the last few weeks. It unnerves me.�

Severus
laughed. �Well, I can if you want. You might not want to hear about it.�

�I�m all ears,� Ron lifted his feet onto Severus� knees under the table and
slid down in his chair.

�Well I
have access to the whole library of the Academy, not just the potions section,�
Severus explained, setting down his mug and placing his warm hands instead on
Ron�s feet. �So I was doing a bit of reading about� magical conception and
such.�

Ron looked
up at him, surprised. �Why?�

�You know
why,� Severus said softly.

Ron
assessed him with a long gaze before letting out his breath. �Accio letter,� he
muttered. �This was waiting for me when I got home,� he watched the letter fall
on the table.

Severus
looked and saw the official St. Mungo�s stamp in the right hand corner of the
letter. �You didn�t open it?�

�I figured
we should open it together.�

�It�s
addressed to you,� Severus sighed
pointedly, but picked up the letter all the same.

There was
an unspoken agreement between them which plainly said that should one of them
receive a letter which they couldn�t open; the other would do it for them. So
Severus flipped the letter over and tore along the top fold of the envelope
open. He nibbled his lip nervously as he pulled it out, and unfolded it.

�Well?�
Ron�s tone had taken on a forced tone of courage.

Severus
read the words on the parchment but hardly dared to believe them. With eyes
widened in shock, he tossed the letter over the table to Ron and watched his
husband skimmed over it.

�It�s got
to be a fluke,� Ron shook his head, breathlessly. �That can�t be right.�

�It says it
right here, what more do you need?!� Severus� voice flooded with excitement and
happiness that he couldn�t quite adjust to.

Ron simply
stared at the letter, as though it might erupt and bring down the entire
kitchen with it. �It can�t be right. They told me it�d never improve.�

�Well they
weren�t really counting on you invoking elf magic,� Severus shook back the
sleeve of his jumper and let the chain glint in the kitchen light.

Swallowing
hard, Ron picked up the letter and determinedly read it again, looking for the
fine print which would proclaim it all a joke.

�It says it, plain as day, your sample was fertile. Not massively so, but it was.� Severus couldn�t help how
frustrated he felt at Ron�s refusal of the proof in front of him. �You�re
acting like it came back negative?�

�It might
as well have,� Ron shrugged. �What good will it do?
Two lots of sperm don�t make a baby, Severus.�

�Well, no,
but then why on earth do you think I�ve been reading books on magical
conception?� Severus rolled his eyes.

Ron�s eyes
assessed him again and he sighed. �So, what have you found?�

�Enough,�
he smiled. �The ministry have more going on than they let on to the public in
this field, you know.�

�They�ve
got a man pregnant?� Ron asked.

�Not quite,
and thank God,� Severus shuddered.

�Shame, I
think pregnancy would suit you,� Ron�s humour managed to re-surface enough to
send his husband an unflattering shade of brick red. �You know, glowing and all
that.�

�Glowing
doesn�t trump throwing up every five minutes and back ache and swollen ankles
and-�

�Well it�s
not going to happen, is it?� Ron�s voice rose over his protests with a smile.
�So don�t get your knickers in a twist.�

�I find the
thought of me ever being pregnant, or you, for that matter, repellent,� Severus
shuddered. �It�s just not natural� not to mention the fact that in the end it
would have to be cut out.�

�Muggles do
that anyway,� Ron teased him with a raised eyebrow. �And, think about it, you�d
have an excuse to be a miserable bastard all the time and everyone would get
you presents-�

�Look, stop it or I�m going to become celibate to spite you.�

�Oh, yeah,
sure,� Ron burst out laughing, throwing his head back as he chuckled to the
ceiling.

�I was
celibate� ish, for ten years before I got with you,� Severus said testily.

�Ah, yes, however, you�ve then had two and a half years of fucking me
regularly.�

�I could do
it.�

�Want to
prove it?�

�God, no.
Anyway, back to the point in hand here,� Severus narrowed his eyes in a scowl.
�If we can both produce sperm, then we have many different routes open to us.�

�Adopting
is going to be easier,� Ron shrugged.

�And whilst
it�d be lovely to give a home to a child in need that�s not what you truly
want, is it?� Severus said bluntly. �You want your own. And I don�t� blame you
for that. So I�m just trying to hunt out ways to make it happen.�

�Are there ways to make it happen?�

�There
are,� Severus said delicately. �But they�re� well. They�re not particularly
natural.�

�What do
they involve?� Ron refused to let his heartbeat accelerate with excitement.

�Well.
There�s the surrogate route. You find someone willing to harbour your baby and
then things are implanted and then if it works nine months later you get a
baby.�

�Except we don�t have eggs to implant.�

�No.�

�Nor someone willing to have our baby.�

�Exactly.
So. There are certain processes with which you can
bypass the egg part. They keep quiet about them because you�d get people
shouting about how unnatural it is� but there are ways, with magic, to take
sperm and turn it into an egg.�

�Out of both sperm� or just one or the other?�

�One or the
other, you create the egg from the combined sperm, and then fertilise it with
the same combined sperm, that�s pretty much incest.�

�And that�s
enough to squick us all into next year,� Ron rolled his eyes.

Severus
took a deep breath and ploughed on. �But this can be done.�

�That would still leave us with the problem of implantation,� Ron looked at
him.

�Well no.
If magic can turn sperm into eggs what makes you think there isn�t a way to
adequately breed life in a replica of a womb and body?�

Ron gaped
at him. �Are you serious? That�s sick!�

�I knew
you�d say that,� Severus sat back in his chair glumly. �And I�ll admit it�s not
ideal. But it�s perfectly safe. They don�t just do it for people like me and
you; it allows het couples who can�t have children to do it, as well. It�s one
of the older ways of doing things, it�s been happening for years. You worked at
the hospital for two weeks before you got injured, Ron. Did you never wonder
what was in the depths of the maternity wards?�

�It�s� it�s
like we�re messing with its genes, though,� Ron whispered. �It wouldn�t be
natural.�

�If you
look at it in the black and white, yes. But you shouldn�t ignore the shades of
grey.�

�Anything else?� Ron asked curtly.

�Nothing
that doesn�t act in the same degrees of separation, really,� Severus picked up
his mug again, feeling deflated.

�Tell me
more about the way they�d change sperm into an egg,� Ron said quietly, sensing
his husband�s disappointment in his reaction through the chain bond.

�It�s
quite� well not simple, but is in
essence. You can replicate the structure of a female egg, make it an empty
shell �it has no impregnation of any genes on it whatsoever. And then, you take
your sperm, and you infuse it into the egg, so the genes it should carry, but
it doesn�t because it�s an empty shell, are suddenly there. The genes are
there, in the egg, as they should have been from the off, and then it
fertilises, and then� I�ve lost you, haven�t I?�

Ron�s eyes had glazed over slightly. �You haven�t lost me,� he shook his head.
�I just� never thought I�d have to consider this, really.�

�But you�ve
wanted-�

�No� I
spent a year convincing myself that was it. I wouldn�t have a child because I
couldn�t produce one� because you
didn�t want any, anyway. Don�t get me wrong, Severus, I�m thrilled you changed
your mind� but you�ve got to admit it�s a big thing and I don�t know��

�I have all
the stuff. You can read it if you think it�ll make you feel better?�

�Yeah, maybe.�

�Ron?�

�Mmm?�

�Hug?�

Ron
swallowed and moved round the table, and Severus stood up to meet him with warm
arms.

�I love
you,� Ron whispered, turning his face so he could rest it on Severus� shoulder,
looking into his chest.

�I love you
too,� Severus gave him a squeeze and kissed the top of his hair. �Promise me
you�ll just think about it and have a read?�

�Sure,� Ron
shrugged.

They stood
in silence for a moment, each wrapped in their own thoughts.

�Severus?�
Ron asked in a childishly curious tone.

�Yeeees?�

�So� how do
you choose which one of you is the female if you�re both blokes?�

�Million
galleon question, that,� Severus laughed. �You just choose. If we were to go ahead,
I�d be more inclined to say that your contribution should be the egg, because
then you�re just left to be fertilised by me� and I guess there aren�t any
problems there.�

�I�d bloody
hope not after the mess you made earlier. So� there�d be no chance of me passing
this curse onto our child?�

�No,�
Severus shook his head. �Its physical damage, not genetic damage that�s been
done to you. That won�t pass on.�

�Okay.�

�Ron?�
Severus asked gently.

�Mmm?�

�Can I
just�� Severus trailed off in embarrassment.

�What?� Ron
pulled back slightly, eyes assessing Severus� face for a clue.

Severus was
fighting with himself inside. Don�t
dance. Don�t dance. Don�t dance. He�s miserable. It�s not the right time for
victory dancing. Fuck. Fuck. Ah, sod it.

�Sorry,� he
muttered, and grabbed Ron around the waist and spun him out into the centre of
the kitchen, laughing slightly.

�Severus, what the fuck?� Ron asked as his feet hit the floor again.

He watched
as Severus� face flushed red again and he felt embarrassment come through the
bond.

�I am
trying my very hardest to keep a lid on my unconfined joy at your hospital
results,� Severus said quietly, his eyes closed. �I know you don�t feel like
celebra-�

�Shut up,�
Ron shook his head before releasing Severus, only to throw his arms around his
neck properly and give him a proper hug. Only when he connected their lips did
Severus even open his eyes. �I�ve never seen you look so� thrilled.�

�I wish you
looked the same,� Severus replied honestly.

�That�s the
thing about you,� Ron reached up and tucked some of the long dark hair behind
Severus� ear. �You�re infectious when you get excited about something.�

�Because it
happens so rarely?� One eyebrow rose with the question.

�Something like that, yeah�� Ron laughed, and kissed him again.

�Then can
we do a victory dance?� Severus� lips were trying to twitch into a smile.

�I suppose
we could.�

If anyone
had been standing outside their little cottage, they might have wondered where
the sudden burst of delighted laughter came from, or what caused the loud crash
and the louder laughter that followed, chiming along with the yapping of an
over-excited dog.
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