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Seraphim Beneath The Christmas Tree	By : starstruck86 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Ron Views: 8943 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Hello all! Hope you�re all well and cheery. The latter
half of this was brought to you by a bottle of ros� �proof why Thursday night food shopping is dangerous.

Thank you for your reviews as always:

Sheree �Not so much of the
snapping and snarling in this chapter. I�m not done yet though. Fan warning?

Natwest �I know,
I�m from the UK.
But actually we can still choose to pay for private treatment if we don�t like
the NHS (and believe me, plenty don�t). I made the wizarding world have payment
because it was another point of contention for S to deal with �and a legitimate
reason why he didn�t go to the hospital in the first place, because he couldn�t
have afforded it without admitting his true identity. Glad you liked the
chapter!

Tambrathegreat �Harry had to
really, didn�t he? Wouldn�t be Harry if he hadn�t. I�m
thrilled it�s believable.

Kai �it certainly was big of him. Spells, you�ll find out
later ;)

Lady Zombie �That makes me grin like a loon, hearing that
you�re falling in love with my story. And you�ll still be
wanting to pinch Severus after this.

Davinci �Sorry for the unfortunate
flashbacks it caused. But it just proves that what she�s doing isn�t uncommon
in the least, doesn�t it? :(

hairsprayX12 �mwahahahaha.
Ahem. Happy less clingy George, you say? Maybe.

S is still slowly building up on the feelings. He doesn�t
have much strength, yet. And R is getting very frustrated throughout this
chapter. But, bit of sexual history anyone? Always fun ;) Enjoy xx

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�Ow!� Ron jerked and swore at himself inwardly for breaking
the wall of manliness he�d managed to construct around his body whilst the
MediWitch assessed his ears.

�I knew you were lying,� she rolled her eyes. �Really, you
think because you�re some big high and mighty Senior Auror and war hero that I
can�t tell when you�re in pain?�

�Fine, I�m lying,� Ron breathed and instinctively reached up
to rub at his ear but the witch swatted his hand away.�

He was sitting on the sofa in his living room, which seemed
increasingly small of late. He still loved it, but the walls which once looked
open and free were somewhat oppressive despite their light colour.

�And how do you feel otherwise?� the witch asked him,
jotting something down on her clipboard. �Sleeping okay?�

�Yeah, fine,� Ron said. �Just don�t seem to get enough of
it.�

�You do look awfully tired, how many hours are you getting a
night?�

Two, if I�m lucky.
�Six or seven.�

�Fine when you were healthy, it�s not now,� she sighed.
�I�ll prescribe a sleeping draught in a small dose which should extend your
natural rest by an hour or two and we�ll see how it goes.�

Ron didn�t reply to her, just gave a curt nod and waited for
her next question.

�How are you coping with the caring aspect of things?�

�Easy,� Ron smiled. It wasn�t a lie, caring for Severus
wasn�t an issue or a chore; it was just tiring and increasingly hard when the
man had a different mood for every day.

Must
not be bitter. Must not be bitter. Ron reminded himself of the helpful
little chant and inhaled deeply.

It was a rainy July and the summer looked to be a complete
wash out. It did nothing to help their moods as they lived together. Ron still
had a job to go back to but, much to his own consternation and the bafflement
of the healers, his injuries which should have been
easily healed after the initial push were refusing to improve. He had had to
let go of his position organising the security for the Cup and it had killed
him to do it, especially as the person that took over wouldn�t have even been
his choice for the office tea duty.

Honestly, I swear that
prick couldn�t even tie his own shoelaces.

�I think I�m done,� the witch smiled down at him.

�Cheers, Kay,� Ron looked up at her and forced a smile onto
his own face. �I wonder how they�re going in there.� He looked at the bedroom.

If Ron hated having to submit to the treatment of the
Healers, it was nothing compared to how Severus felt about it. However, still
having very little strength and needing help if he wanted to make a quick
getaway, Ron was somewhat grateful that the man had no choice but to lay there
and accept it if he ever wanted to disappear again.

Yeah, that little
thing we don�t talk about where we both know that as soon as he�s well enough,
he�s outta here and I won�t see him for dust.

Ron didn�t know anything for sure, but when he saw the angry
glare in Severus� eyes after a particularly rough session or when he simply
seemed to get tired of Ron helping him, he was convinced that was what would
happen.

He got to his feet just as the post plopped through the
letterbox onto the doormat, he stooped to pick it up and realised it was for
Severus. He left it on the coffee table and was about to offer his healer, Kay,
an aural specialist, a cup of tea when the door to the bedroom opened and they
heard voices.

�If you keep fighting it, Severus, you�ll never be rid of
me.�

The stony silence told Ron just how the healing session had
gone and he rolled his eyes as he turned to look out of the front window up at
the street. The bad weather was at least helping the herbs and flowers potted
in his little courtyard.

�See you on Thursday,� Kay called to him and Ron turned to
wave and watched them both leave through the Floo. He immediately switched it
to approved access only and yawned.

Ow. Ow. Ow. He was
even annoying himself by whinging so
frequently. Ron turned and saw that the second healer must have helped Severus
to the sofa.

�How was it?� Ron grimaced at him.

�As usual,� Severus sounded desolate.

It wasn�t always as bad as Ron felt that morning. A month
had passed but the majority of it had actually been spent in a rather
companionable atmosphere. He had three weeks under his belt of experience from
March and he used it all to help Severus feel more comfortable in a place which
was not his own, eating food he had not paid for and receiving medical
treatment that he loathed.

�How was yours?� Severus eyed him suspiciously.

�Fine, they still don�t know why,� Ron shrugged, and shoved
his hands in his pockets as he wandered aimlessly around the living room.

�And did you lie about the amount of sleep you�ve been
managing again?�

�No,� Ron lied, but knew his burning ears would give him
away.

�Why do you refuse to admit you cannot sleep?� Severus
frowned. �After everything and your new� responsibilities, it would not
surprise anyone.�

�Because they just want to plug me full of sleeping
draughts,� Ron swallowed.

�And your point is? They are extremely effective.�

Ron thought on how to answer without giving away his
brother�s secrets, but he knew it would be unlikely for Severus to mention it
if he did. The older man had become used to the array of Weasleys tramping
around Ron�s flat and he had even grown accustomed to talking with them, but it
was obvious that he wouldn�t become so involved as to impart secretive
knowledge. Falling down on the sofa next to him and ignoring the filthy he look
he received for jarring the cushions as he did so, Ron picked up some stray
parchment to fiddle with as he spoke.

�George� after Fred went, he didn�t sleep much. And we
wanted him to be well so we went along with the course of treatment the hospital
decided on. Sleeping draughts was one of the potions, and it was fine��

�They are effective, as I said��

�Well yeah, but then they can be too effective. George
doesn�t sleep without it now. Pretty much addicted. I know its better that than
some mangy needle injected muggle drug but I� we�re of the same cast, me and
him� we react the same, we do the same things, Severus.�

�Oh� you worry that you will become addicted,� Severus
realised.

�Yeah,� Ron turned and looked at him, propping his head up
on his arm resting on the back of the sofa. �I don�t want to be dependent on
something like that. Sleep has to come naturally at some point.�

�It will but you will crash first,� Severus said bluntly.

�I know that� and I know I have to do what�s best by you,
too.�

Dark eyes softened over him then and Ron flushed.

�Look, Ron, do you really think I�m going to let you get
addicted to anything?�

�You won�t be here forever,� Ron ventured.

�Where am I going to go?� Severus frowned. �Within the next six months, at least? And even then��

�Don�t tell me you�re going to stay, Severus, not if you don�t mean it,� Ron
said quietly. �So why don�t we just not discuss that topic, like we haven�t for
a month, yeah?�

There was a slight nod and then Severus spoke again. �Tell
me about George� you� I watch you together and you seem to have a close
relationship��

�Well yeah,� Ron said, surprised. �That happens when you help someone through
what he went through.�

�Which was what?� Severus asked pointedly.

�Depression, insomnia, an obsession with
self harm which nobody other than me knows about.�

�I have never understood that practice�� Severus searched
for the words to say what he wanted to delicately. �But working at Hogwarts I
saw my fair share of depressed teenagers� especially being Head of Slytherin,
some of the worst in the school��

�I read a lot when it started, trying to help. He wouldn�t
let me tell Hermione to try and get some muggle books on the subject, they�re�
sometimes with the psychology stuff they�re better at it than we are.�

�Has he stopped now?�

�As far as I know, for at least three years,� Ron nodded.
�Which is great.�

�Are you scared that if he began again he would not come to you because of my
presence here?�

Ron wasn�t going to lie and say that he hadn�t agonized over
that in the hours he laid awake at night. �Yeah, suppose I am.�

�He seems well enough when he visits?�

�He always has done though, I don�t know where the fuck he
pulls it from but he�s always been like it, even when he was at his worst. In
front of Mum and Dad or in the shop he sparkles and then we�ll go somewhere
else and it�s like a completely different person.�

Severus looked away then. �Living a double life like that is
hard.�

�Mm,� Ron nodded and reached out for Severus� hand as he
shifted closer on the sofa.

Ron had wondered if Severus would begin to open up about the
past after a period of living together, but he had been proved wrong. He
couldn�t say he was disappointed; it was very obvious that Severus� past was
more than enough to provide nightmares and Ron had plenty of those on his own.

�You haven�t pushed him away, have
you, because of my presence?�

�Merlin no. It wouldn�t work. He�s
persistent enough, I promise. I�ve been asking everyone and they
just say he�s been spending time on his own. And he seems almost normal when
he�s here so� I�m watching though.�

�I was not suggesting that you had slacked off, Ron, don�t
take it the wrong way� I just� I do not want you to upend your life so much for
me.�

�I promise I�m not,� Ron threw him a grin. �I know you hate me helping you to
the toilet, and feeding you in the mornings before your arms start working, and
god knows what else, but� in between all those bits, Severus, when it�s just
us, it�s pretty� well. Sort of like when I was with you on holiday.�

�I am not a fun person to live with,� Severus hooked up an
eyebrow.

�Oh, I dunno,� Ron cocked his
head. �I think you�re alright.�

Severus gave him a small smile and leant forward to kiss him
on the forehead.

�This is the part where you�re meant to say something nice
about me,� Ron teased, and got up when he remembered the letter that had come.
�This came just,� he handed it over.

�Helen,� Severus recognised the handwriting and ripped it
open.

Ron stayed on his feet and contemplated lunch. It was hard,
cooking for someone who couldn�t eat anything with strong seasoning �garlic,
onions and leeks were completely out along with most herbs and it was a pain in
Ron�s backside, considering that everything was then bland and in many cases,
disgusting.

He was thinking about a massive plate of forbidden chilli
when Severus spoke again, and he nearly had to wipe up the drool to be able to
reply.

�I was waiting for this,� Severus sighed, keeping his eyes
on the letter so that Ron would not see the hurtful disappointment in his eyes.
�She has someone else interested in the rooms and the money would really help
her. She doesn�t want to pressure me though.�

His cousin had insisted that he not pay any rent whilst he
was not actually living above the pub, but Severus had assumed that there would
come a point that she wanted to lease the space to someone else �essentially
making him homeless. The letter officially marked the fact that Ron�s was the
only residence he had, and with its arrival took away his hopes of solitude.

You�re still an
ungrateful bastard! Severus cleared his throat and looked up at the
redhead.

�Well,� Ron thought about his words carefully. �I suppose
that�s not unreasonable.�

�I know,� Severus muttered.

�I�ll go up this afternoon and collect your things?� Ron
shifted uncomfortably, seeing the resignation in Severus� pale face. He was
glad he could not see his eyes. �If you tell me what�s where so I don�t miss
anything. I think she might just about have forgiven me now, for causing you to
hurt yourself��

�You are not well enough to apparate,� Severus sighed.

�Well, I�d rather do it sooner than later.�

�You would feel that way. I on the other hand would be
grateful for a few more days� leeway.�

Nausea bubbled in Ron�s stomach as he went cold. �Because
you want to see if in a few days you�ll be well enough to go back?�

�I� yes,� Severus snapped his jaw shut with that and didn�t
look up.

�I don�t see the point of keeping her waiting,� Ron
shrugged. �I know you� you see giving them up as being made homeless, Severus.
Makes me wonder what I have to do get you comfortable here, because I�m rapidly
running out of ideas.�

�I do feel comfortable with you-� Severus protested.

�No, comfortable with me
is not being comfortable here,� Ron looked at the floorboards. �What is it,
Severus? Am I getting something really obvious wrong? Do I just� fuck it.�

He turned away and faced the fireplace to try and gather his
wits.

�I have said so many times before, Ron,
that it is not you, and it is nothing you are doing �consciously or
sub-consciously. It is just the position I am in.�

�You say that, Severus� but plenty of people are adaptable,�
Ron shrugged, walking for his coat on the hooks by the door. �Do you think I like helping you around to do
everything, that I don�t want you to be able to do everything embarrassing by
yourself? That I can�t empathise with how utterly shite it must make you feel?�

�I have always been adverse to change,� Severus said
stonily.

�Well, maybe it�s time you made the fucking effort if you
can�t �change�,� Ron commented. His voice was devoid of anger but there was
plenty of hurt roiling around under the surface of his tone. �I�ll be back
later.�

�You�re going now?� Severus looked round at him.

�Yeah, I�m sure as hell not staying here,� Ron gave a gentle
laugh. �You know I care for you, Severus, and that I will do anything for you,
but I� I need my own space when you say stuff like this, yeah?�

�I understand,� Severus felt an idiot for placing such
expectation on Ron.

He bowed his head, looking down at the weave of his dressing
gown and jumped slightly when he felt a gentle hand card into his hair and then
an arm wrap around his front from behind. Ron�s musky aroma filtered around him
and he groaned.

�Severus�� Ron kissed the jasmine scented hair and left his
nose buried in it.

�Yes?�

�I get it, alright? I really do. I just� I suppose the
girlish part of me, the part which likes soppy films and flowers and puppies
and kittens� that part of me wants you to want
to be here with me. And to not just be your answer between
the rock and the hard place.�

Severus felt another gentle kiss in his hair and then the
arm was gone, and so was Ron with a gentle pop.

Exhaling loudly, Severus looked up at the room which, with
Ron�s absence, seemed huge and devoid.

He can�t plan to be
gone long or he would have moved me back to the bedroom and checked if I needed
anything.

He heard the gentle metallic tapping of the water bottle on
the side of the rat cage and looked up to see Peaches drinking and Penny
looking at him almost sympathetically.

She�s a rat, Severus.
Rats are not sympathetic.

He looked at the shelf of photo frames on the wall above the
cage and looked over the varying members of the Weasley family. Severus would
never understand how they had just so willingly accepted him. Even the
youngest, a girl he had been forced to punish in his year at Headmaster at
Hogwarts �admittedly, I didn�t try
particularly hard- had been at ease with him once Harry had come to his
senses and reached out to Ron.

Severus was uncomfortable around them, just as he had been
Ron at first. But they were just so warm, and friendly, it was hard to be
anything other than polite in return. The eldest children were quite possibly
the most impressive older brothers that Severus could imagine anybody having.
Glamorous careers, incredibly handsome (even considering the werewolf massacre
and countless burns from dragons) and interesting personalities, he could
imagine just how hard it would have been growing up with their act to follow.

Percy was never around much, a fact which Ron seemed to
delight in but Severus was slightly disappointed to find, because he wanted to
see if the pompous Head Boy had matured at all. From what Ron had told him, he
had for a while then slipped back into old ways. George was far quieter than
Severus remembered teaching him, but then anybody would be, he assumed. Ginny
was rather amazing to watch �petite, fiery haired and more self-assured than
most women twice her age, she was a firecracker. He�d been warned the second
she thought he was well enough she would be interrogating him about Ron and his
intentions. Severus could well believe it.

His eyes lingered over a picture of the Golden Trio at
Hogwarts, changed only by the fact that someone had stuck something over
Hermione�s form on the frame but Ron could never get it out of them quite who
it had been. Severus very much suspected George from the fiery defence of his
lover he remembered in the hospital when he had been out but hearing.

Thinking of George brought back memories of being on a broom
and missing with Sectumsempra, nearly being blinded by
flying blood produced from the botched hex. Severus expected him to mention the
ear every time that he visited but suspected Ron was telling him not to. It was
one of the things that Severus really did feel strongly about, out of all the
things that happened �probably because it was only one of the few times he had
failed.

And then there was Harry, undoubtedly part of the Weasley
family seeing as he had married into it and had prior been treated like a son
by Molly and Arthur. Even the thought of the man made Severus� back tingle, the
man he had given everything to protect, even his life, until fate had played a
cruel trick on him.

He looked away from the photo frames but his eyes landed on
the bookshelf instead. And on there was the book he still refused to look at
for more than a few seconds.

Should have taken
George�s advice and locked it in the freezer.� That thought alone was proof of how much Severus
was becoming used to the presence of the Weasley family, that he thought of
them in passing and considered taking their advice. Though he hadn�t entirely
understood George�s description of the American television show where one
character kept his copy of a horror novel in the freezer when he got too scared
of it, it sounded like a good idea.

I think I�m going to
have to ask him to hide it�

/***/

�Harry, remember what
we talked about?� Ron said, shooting a purposeful glance at Severus, then back
to his best friend.

�I remember,� Harry mumbled, and then to Severus� horror Ron ran a hand through
his hair as he passed, kissed the top of Severus� head and left the bedroom,
leaving him trapped alone with Harry Potter.

�Going to kill him
when he comes back?� Harry saw his expression.

�Painfully,� Severus
muttered.

�Look, I know you
don�t want to hear this. But I want to apologise, firstly for the way I upset
Ron the other night� I was� trashed.�

�You have amazing
clarity when you are off your face, Potter.�

�Can you at least call me Harry?�

�Are you going to call me Severus?�

Harry looked at him.
�Potter it is then. It just makes me feel fifteen again.�

�I hope you are no longer as insolent as you were when you were fifteen.�

�Guess my actions so
far haven�t really shown you any different, right?�

�Not particularly.�

�Well� sorry for that
as well then.�

�You do not have to apologise for everything. Or anything.
I do not want your apologies, but I expect Ron has told you as much and yet you
are still here.�

�He�s my best friend,�
Harry narrowed his eyes. �If you�re hoping I�ll be chased away just because
you�re here, you�ve got another thing coming.�

Severus could see on
the man�s face that it clearly felt satisfying to finally sarcastically reply
to the figure who had given him so much grief, been so hard on him, without
fear of retribution �at least, none that mattered.

�I only want to say
one thing,� Harry sighed. �You know what it is. I know you don�t want it, and I
know you didn�t do it for me. But I�m going to do it anyway because if the end
taught me anything, Snape, it�s that I had to start doing things for myself.
So, for me, I want to say thank you. For everything.�

Forcing himself to
look at the glittering emerald eyes which physically caused an ache in his
chest, Severus took a deep breath. �Fine. You are
welcome, Potter.�

They looked at each
other then and Harry looked like he was on the verge of laughing at the
feelings coursing through his body. To some extent Severus understood, he would
probably do his own laughing with Ron later on.

�Somewhat anticlimactic,
no?� Severus asked him quietly and Harry gently snorted.

�Yeah, you could say
that. Ah, my counsellor will be so proud of me.�

�You can finally stop
paying their extortionate fees now?�

�I�ll also be richer.
Your coming back seems to have done me several favours.�

�Shame I cannot say
the same for me.�

�You really shouldn�t
let Ron hear you say that,� Harry got to his feet. �You might think he�s
bulletproof to your sarcasm but he�s not �he�s not from anybody.�

�Are you giving me relationship advice?� Severus gracefully arched an eyebrow
in disbelief.

�When he�s my best
friend, Snape, you�ll damn well listen, too. I�m already down one.�

�Well, too many repeat
performances of the other night and you�ll be down two. I am not the only one
with the ability to upset him, Potter.�

�I was drunk, I
apologised to him,� Harry faltered. �He knows what I��

�And you know what he
has been through since she left him. Imagine your best friend telling you that
you should have forgone comfort and pleasure for their benefit. Again.�

Severus couldn�t help
the barb at the end and saw it land with the guilt blossoming into Harry�s
face, his eyes clouding slightly. But then he blinked and it was replaced with
anger.

�I don�t need to feel
any more guilt over the past, Snape, so don�t try this. You want him, I want
him. Apparently we have equal stakes. Either we get on, or we don�t, and one or
both of us lose him.�

Severus didn�t reply,
but looked pointedly away.

�Thanks,� Harry said softly. �For letting me do that.�

�Contrary to your memories of me, I am not the hard-hearted bastard who
taught you. I was that because I had to be,� Severus hated the honesty falling
from his lips.

�I�m glad,� Harry
shrugged. �If only for Ron. He deserves more than
hard-hearted. He deserves the best�� There was heavy implication in the last
word.

�Potter, I won�t throw
insults if you don�t,� Severus glared at him.

�Alright, I�m going,�
Harry gave him an annoyingly impish grin �a grin that was Lily�s through and
through.

�Potter,� Severus
closed his eyes and looked away. �Thank you. For clearing my
name. If I had known you would, I might not have stayed away as long as
I did.�

�I�m not the arrogant
prick you thought I was, Snape.�

�And neither am I.�

Accord met, Harry
left. Severus stayed seated because he could not walk. He was glad it was over.

/***/

Severus was dragged from the memory by the dinging of the
Floo for approval.

�Anybody in, it�s only me,� Severus wasn�t quite sure but he
hazarded a guess at George and cleared his throat.

�Accept.�

The Floo network had really come on leaps and bounds since
he had last properly used it. The option to accept or decline visitors was
relatively new, Ron had said. In Severus� memory it was yes, no or firecall.

George stepped onto the hearth dressed into the garish
magenta robes which were the uniform for working at Wheezes and Severus gave
him a small smile.

�Ron�s not in,� he informed him.

�Where�s he gone?� George made a face. �I was instructed to bring this by mum
today, she found it in storage and thinks he might want it.�

�He, uh� he had to go to Scotland
to pick up my things. My cousin wants to rent the room out again.�

�Oh,� George�s eyes flashed with understanding of what that meant and Severus
looked away. �Silly prat should have come and got me,
I would have gone with him.�

�I think he wanted some time on his own,� Severus swallowed.

�I suppose he�s been crowded with people for the past month�
he�s always liked to be a bit of a loner when it suited him.�

�And with me here intruding on his personal space�� Severus
trailed off.

�I don�t think it counts as intruding when he invited you,
Severus,� George pointed out gently. �He�s Ron. If you piss him off he�ll tell
you.�

�Did he tell you?� Severus looked up
at the standing redhead, so differently built from the one whose body he now knew
almost as well as his own. �When he was looking after you, did he point out
when you upset or annoyed him?�

�Eventually,� George shrugged. �And now he doesn�t think
twice about it.�

He set down the item he was holding on the coffee table and
gingerly sat down on the sofa next to Severus. �Do you need anything, I imagine
he�ll be gone a while?�

�I�m fine,� Severus said forcedly.

�Not a charity case, I remember,� George gave him a wink. �I
need to get back to the shop anyway. I cannot for the life of me figure out why
the new itching powder formulation is failing.�

�Do you still test all of your products on yourself?�
Severus asked interestedly, remembering Minerva McGonagall�s indignation when
she had caught them testing on first years �something Severus had actually
found quite ingenious.

�Oh yeah,� George laughed. �It was a lot funnier when Fred
was around though; at least I had someone to laugh with. Ron never let me test
on him.�

�Smart lad, really,� Severus assessed.

�Smarter than he lets on, though he can�t figure out the
itching powder either. It�s just a light tickle and that�s not going to
terrorise the Hogwarts Professors, is it?�

�I hated you for that final year,� Severus remembered. �You
seemed to be plying them with the ammunition to fight off the Carrows but obviously, I myself was caught in the mire.�

�I wish I could say I was sorry,� George looked at the floor
with a big grin on his face. �But considering we supplied Ginny for free��

Severus gave a dark laugh and looked away.

�I think that�s the first time I�ve ever heard you laugh,� there was awe in
George�s tone.

�It has been known to happen.�

�It looks good on you.�

�I wish I could say the same about your robes but they are actually bringing on a headache.�

�Me and you are going to get on just fine, Severus,� George
turned away, laughing.

***

Ron couldn�t believe how loud the groan he emitted sounded
in the quiet dark bedroom. He was tired, having been to Scotland and
back in a day, but there had been no doubt in what Severus wanted from the
minute the light had gone out. And whilst he was tired, Ron was also incredibly
horny.

He was wary of Severus causing himself harm, but when he had
half rolled on top of him and effectively pinned him down, Ron hadn�t had the
heart to push him off.

And I don�t want to
push him off, either� if we can�t fuck this is the next best thing and I�m not
stupid enough to chase it away.

�I missed you today,� Severus� whisper was low and silky,
completely without wheeze which made Ron smile into the dark confines of the
room. �You seemed to be gone forever.�

�It only felt like that because you needed the loo by the
end,� Ron breathed as he felt warm lips kiss down his throat and he threw his
head back to improve Severus� access.

�Well, true, but mostly I just missed you; obviously I have
become acclimatised to your constant presence��

�I missed you too,� Ron reached up and sank his fingers into
silky hair and ran them through to the very tips, repeating the action with
both hands when it drew a growl out of the busy mouth.

�So good,� Severus licked at the hollow at the base of Ron�s
throat before sucking. He felt the thin body arch up beneath him and ignored
the way his tired muscles protested at arching with it.

�It�s getting longer,� Ron commented. �Do you cut it often?�

�Yes, badly, by myself with whatever scissors I can find. It
grows fast.�

�I like it a bit longer.�

�Why?� He set his lips to nibbling along a bare collarbone.

�Because then I can properly run my hands through it,� Ron
made his point and Severus shivered.

�Fine, it stays longer,� Severus ruled, and leant back up to
join their lips, bringing his hands up to cradle Ron�s face as he thoroughly
mastered his mouth; he was proud of the way it instantly hardened the length
pressing into his hip. �What do you want?�

�You not to hurt yourself,� Ron whispered, licking his lips
clean.

�Well, if I promised not to do that?� Severus ran his
fingers over a nipple and pinched it with increasing hardness.

�Ah,� Ron gasped with the painful sensation. �Then I�d want
you to wank me��

�Right answer,� Severus smirked and kissed him again;
letting his hand trail down the smoothly skinned torso, teasing his fingertips
over the slightly bony hip he found and then he dabbled them in coarse curls.

�I love that,� Ron growled, arching up. �Always have. It�s
just�� he moaned loudly as Severus� fingertips brushed against his cock.

The teasing continued for a few minutes longer as Severus
reached past the aching erection to taunt his sac and Ron was soon panting his
need and writhing his hips.

�You would have made a wonderful whore,� Severus teased him,
running a slim finger up his length.

�And you�d make a fantastic dom,� Ron shot back with a hiss which heightened when
the finger ran across the head and smudged the pre-come there. �I can just
imagine you in control of a whip��

�Is that because you feel I am suited to it, or because it
is what you want?� Severus drawled in his ear, swirling with the tip of his
index finger.

�I don�t know,� Ron mumbled and Severus was willing to bet
several galleons his redheaded lover was blushing
every bit as bright as his hair.

�If I were to dominate you, would you be a good sub? Do
everything I commanded?�

�Maybe,� Ron breathed, sliding his hands down Severus back,
trying to slip around his hips to find the erection he knew was there.

�Sit up with me,� Severus murmured, and then he braced
himself for the effort of what he was trying to do. He seated himself and
spread his legs, reaching for Ron�s hips to pull him in the middle.

Ron went willingly, excited by the darkness and the way
Severus� voice was retaining the dark growl. He reached around Severus to check
he was against the headboard before leaning back against his chest. Tight arms
immediately ensconced him and he felt a thick, hot erection prodding between
his arse cheeks. The hand that had been teasing him so perfectly before crept
down his stomach, plunged into his pubic hair once more and then curled around
his cock, pulling outright in a stretch which felt every bit as satisfying as
the sensation of being fondled.

And that is why being
with another bloke fucking rocks; they know exactly what feels good�

Ron grinned at the very thought and moaned as the hand began
to pump up and down on his shaft and the wicked mouth returned to his ear.

�I have done it, you know� the
domination scene, slave play��

�I should have guessed,� Ron whispered as a thumb circled
his sensitive exposed cockhead.

�However, I was not always in the role you assume,� Severus
closed his eyes and licked the shell of Ron�s ear.

Hot pangs of lust wracked Ron�s stomach as he absorbed what
Severus was saying, and images of the man in various states of submission
drenched his mind. �Fuck.�

�I knew that would shock you,� Severus laughed slightly.
�But just because I am the more domineering of the two of us does not mean I
was always like that��

�Tell me,� Ron begged, thrusting his hips to press into the hand.

Severus stoked him a few more times before speaking again,
increasing the pressure until he heard ragged pants slicing through the air. He
slowed down again and grinned evilly at Ron�s whine of protest.

�When I was your age I was regularly submitting to another
man,� He kissed down Ron�s neck. �Who was very well versed in the art of orgasm
depravation and bondage.�

�Oh sweet�� Ron let his head fall back on Severus� shoulder
as the images burst before his eyes in the darkness; images of chains and
punishment, a world which had hovered in his fantasies and never quite bloomed
into reality.

�It is very different to fantasise,� Severus murmured to
him. �Some things are fantasies for a reason� it is not advisable to find your
arms chained to a wall with someone instructed to lick your cock for a
determined period of time, no matter how many times you climax, and realise it
is not for you��

�Did someone� ah� fuck� did someone do that to you?�

�If the answer is yes?� Severus
whispered directly into his ear, hoping it would not hurt.

�Then I need to know more,� Ron gasped, hardening further.

Severus let his other hand run down Ron�s side and drip
between his legs to cup his balls. He was not surprised that before long the
redhead was canting his hips forward, begging for more.

�I only ended up in such a position as I had disobeyed a
direct order not to come,� he murmured.

�Could he not� use spells to stop you?� Ron was surprised
his question was coherent with the persistent pumping of his cock and gentle
tugging at his sac.

�He preferred to issue an order and punish when it was
disobeyed, a particularly cruel master but then I knew what I was walking in
to��

�How many times did you come when you were chained to the
wall?�

�I lost count,� Severus craned his neck to latch onto Ron�s
throat again.

�Fucking hell�� The tension of the day melted out of Ron�s
body, like usual when he was in Severus� arms. �I want you to do that to me��

�What part?�

�The wall part.�

�Not the domination?�

�Just�. Unghfuck,� he reacted to
the increased speed Severus had set.

They both fell silent then until they groaned together as
Ron began to unravel, his hips moving back and forth on the bed, providing
enough friction for Severus behind him to gain his own pleasure. Neglecting
everything but Ron�s cock, Severus tugged him backwards and held him in one arm
in a painfully tight grip which he knew he would pay for when the adrenalin of
the orgasm building in his groin left him.

The pleasure was so hazy, though, so driven by the tiny
growls and begs that slipped from Ron�s lips, that he
didn�t care. Ron tensed suddenly, his heels digging hard into the bed, and then
he was losing himself in a silken orgasm which spurted freely over Severus�
hand and had him moaning the man�s name in rapture to the bedroom. Hearing his
name hissed so lustfully pushed Severus headlong into climax and he buried his
face in the neck he had been kissing, groaning it out into the sweaty skin.

�God, Severus�� Ron let his head drop forward and he groaned
more as kisses were dripped over the exposed skin, some through his hair. �How do you do that?�

�Do what?� Severus asked amusedly, feeling the tiredness immediately
claim him and he needed to lie down.

�Make me come undone so easily?�

�Magic,� Severus laughed in his ear.

�I can�t wait until we can fuck again,� Ron moaned, moving
forward to try and find his underwear which had been quickly cast off and then
for his wand to clean the sheets.

Severus stayed slumped against the headboard, his breath
short and hard to process.

�I don�t feel� it does not feel possible I will ever have
that much strength again,� he muttered, a desolate mood crashing over him, and
used the last of his strength to manoeuvre himself onto his side into the bed,
facing away from Ron.

Ron heard the movement in the bed and gave a tiny sigh
before he climbed back in. Despite the fact it sent a
cacophony of stabbing pains straight through his head, he rolled onto his side,
tugged his pillow across, and spooned up to Severus from behind, keeping a
tight grip.

�I don�t care, Severus. I don�t care how much strength you
have.� He kissed the man�s bare shoulder and tried to focus on shutting away
the pain so he wouldn�t have to let go, settling in for another sleepless
night.

***

�Oh you little son of a bitch,� Severus hissed, mouth
falling open at the move Ron had just pulled on him.

�I thank you not to insult my mother in such a hideous
manner,� Ron smirked, taking a sip of ale from his bottle. �It was all legit;
you�re just a sore loser.�

�Do you know what I find sad?� Severus scowled at him,
picking up his discarded plate of pasta, �Is that you are sitting in on a
Friday night wiping the floor with an invalid. What kind of cruel, sadistic
being does that make you, Ron, hmm?�

�You liked my cruel sadistic side the other night,� Ron
reminded him sweetly after another mouthful.

�You whore that alcohol in front of me much longer and I
shall ram it down your gullet,� Severus growled from behind his plate of
virtually tasteless food. �Not to mention the takeaway.�

�I�m sorry,� Ron groaned. �I just couldn�t take another night of nothingness.
It tastes of nothing, Severus!�

Severus chewed, thoughtfully looking at him. �I don�t mean
it, Ron. I am very grateful for everything you do.�

�Wait, let me get a recorder,� Ron shot at him sarcastically.

�I always thank you,� Severus muttered.

�Yes, but sometimes the thank you is overridden by your
extreme moodswings and bitter muttering. No point
saying thank you one hour if the next you�re going to be muttering under your
breath that you just want to live alone and wish you�d never come back.�

�When have I ever done that?� Severus flushed.

�Last Wednesday!� Ron exclaimed, and then he winced and
raised his hands to his ears. �God, Severus, I ache.�

�Stop drinking,� Severus looked at the bottle on the table next to their game
of chess.

�Just this one,� Ron sighed, looking at the half-drunk
bottle. �I wish it would stop, or the painkillers would work.�

�You were very lucky.�

�So it seems.�

Ron flashed him a nervous smile and then picked up his
bottle again. He studied the chessboard and considered his next move, eyes
narrowing over the black and white squares of the old board George had dropped
round earlier in the week.

�This was my grandad�s,� Ron tapped the bottle top
against his lips. �I had it at Hogwarts, I taught
Harry his first games on this board��

�Were you and your grandfather close?� Severus asked, his eyes on his food.

�Yeah,� Ron smiled at the pieces. �On my Dad�s side, Mum�s Dad
died before I was born. But I can never smell pipe tobacco without thinking of
my Grandad. He was ace at this, he was teaching me by
the time I was three. Me and Charlie would play with
him for hours.�

�I don�t really remember my grandparents,� Severus said
quietly. �My mother�s side disowned her after she married my father, and his
side were too ashamed of him to stay in frequent contact.�

Ron stayed quiet, Severus hardly ever talked about his
family and as long as he wanted to do so Ron would let him, simply listening.

�They were very different to your family�I barely remember
my uncles, Helen�s father� but then I went to school and my father died when I
was sixteen, so��

�That must have been hard?� Ron ventured, not looking up
from his position on the floor next to the coffee table.

�Hard from the point of view that my mother fell apart
without him,� Severus put his plate in his lap. �Not hard from mine.�

�You� non-existent relationship?�

�I doubt one could even go as far as to call it a
relationship. He drank, he shouted, he hit. That was just about all he was
capable of.�

�You were glad to get away to Hogwarts,� Ron remembered the
things Harry had detailed to him.

�That was more of a home to me than my parents ever were,�
Severus stared absently at the chess board. �Hurry up and make your move.�

�I am thinking,�
Ron snapped, focusing on the pieces.

Thinking worked, because like usual, suddenly a pathway
opened up on the board like someone had lit the squares for him. He moved his
piece and waited to see if Severus would walk into the trap. He had expected an
equal in the game, with a man such as Severus� intelligence, but so far he had
been disappointed �a fact Severus put down to his ailments.

�There,� Severus set his piece down right into the middle of
the trap.

Ron flicked his eyes up at him from beneath his fringe with
a positively wolfish grin, reached for his queen and moved her, licking his
tongue around the edge of his teeth as he looked up again and said,
�Checkmate.�

�I wish I had the energy to throw this plate at your head,�
Severus glared at him.

�Slytherins are such appalling
losers,� Ron got to his feet and smirked.

�Where�s my wand?� Severus growled.

�All the way in the bedroom, sadly,� Ron shrugged. �Oh, oh,
what�s that? You want a victory dance?�

�No, no, we don�t need the victory dance,� Severus groaned defeatedly.

�You do.�

Ron set down his bottle and set upon performing the Victory
Dance of Joy, which had been developed after he had finally beaten Severus at a
game of Scrabble. It consisted of gyrating and copying amusing hand movements
from the 1960s. All was fair in love and board games and Ron rubbed every inch
of Severus� generous nose in his victory.

�Fucking Gryffindors,� Severus said contemptuously and went
back to eating his dinner.

�You love it,� Ron slid his hands down the side of his hips,
dragging his jeans slightly to expose more skin and the top of his pubes.

�Ah, see, if you loved me, you�d allow me the beauty of
victory once in a while,� Severus stabbed his fork at him. �I am a beautiful
winner, Weasley.�

�No, you�re a smug winner,� Ron yanked his jeans back up.
�D�you want something to drink, Severus?�

�Wine?� The man looked at him like
a hopeful puppy in front of a treat.

�I meant of water, or juice?�

Severus glowered at him before sighing. �Water, then, if you
insist on keeping me devastatingly teetotal.�

�I don�t, the healers do. And they�d take you away from me
if I let you get rat-arsed,� Ron sighed as he walked into the kitchen, flicking
on the light.

His eyes swept up the wall and then he screamed, loudly and girlishly,
and leapt back, whacking his arm on the doorframe.

Calm, calm, remember
the techniques� Ron breathed slowly in and out, trying to stop his hands
from trembling.

�What?� Severus called from the sofa.

�Nothing,� Ron�s voice was broken and high, he swallowed
desperately to try and combat his fear.

�Then why do you sound like someone has castrated you?�
Severus raised an eyebrow, setting down his plate.

�Spider,� Ron chewed worriedly on his lip.

�Are you actually serious?� Severus laughed.

�Shut up!�

Ron yanked out his wand and levitated the massive hairy
beast crawling up his kitchen wall. He held it hovering whilst he edged closer,
hand outstretched for the back door, which he threw open and then send the
spider hurtling at speed into the back garden.

He kicked the door shut with a loud slam, setting his ears
off, and then gave himself over to the usual bout of shuddering which followed
a vicious spider attack.

Fucking hate them.
Hate. He shuddered all the way up his spine and into the base of his skull.

�Ron?� Severus called. �Are you still alive? Did it eat
you?�

�Shut up!� Ron mumbled, flying back into the living room and
throwing himself down on the sofa and bringing his feet off the floor.

�They are not actually able to kill you, you realise?�
Severus raised an eyebrow, still unable to get over Ron�s fear of spiders
considering everything else he had seen in his twenty-seven years.

�I don�t give a damn if they can�t kill me,� Ron closed his
eyes. �They�re fucking weird and all hairy and�� he shuddered.

Severus was looking at him with a mixture of pity and
amusement and Ron hated it. He had tried to explain his fear over and over to
the man but to no avail.

�Aren�t you afraid of anything?� Ron burst out. �Spiders,
snakes, rats,� he gestured a hand at the rat cage. �Loads of people are afraid
of animals they don�t trust. Spiders are mine, Severus and I can�t� I� feel
like I need to go and shower now, just because it�s been in my flat.�

�Have you ever sought treatment for your phobia?�

Ron threw his head back and laughed. �Like fuck, Severus,
they�d just make me touch one. I�d pass out. I don�t like passing out, it makes
me feel weak and unmanly.�

�When it comes to spiders, you are,� Severus smirked at him.

�Don�t be a bastard,� Ron looked
sulkily at the fireplace.

There was a sigh and a clunk as the plate was set down on
the coffee table, and then Ron felt his feet being tugged into the warm
confines of Severus� dressing gown. He was thrown back to early Christmas
Morning and a smile blossomed onto his lips, despite the shuddery feelings
still creeping through his body from the eight legged intruder.

�You really should wear socks,� Severus commented. �Your
feet are like ice and it�s July, Ron.�

�Bad circulation mixed with low blood pressure because of my
height,� Ron shrugged. �Always been the same. Bill is like it too. Though Bill
sort of goes blue and it�s not attractive, even less so after Greyback made dinner of him.�

�It is painful to look at,� Severus said bluntly.

�Yeah,� Ron laughed humourlessly. �Even worse when he�s your
big brother who you�ve looked up to all your life��

�He is very admirable,� Severus agreed.

�Did you really just say that, about a member of my family?�

�Yes� what�s wrong with that?� Severus frowned.

�Well� I just� never got the impression you liked us, and
you...�

�I can�t admire a man who was Head Boy of Hogwarts, a curse
breaker and fought through the war, has a beautiful wife and children he
loves?�

Ron fell silent and looked at the fire, his mind full of
thoughts he did not know how to voice.

�Is that what you wanted, Severus?�

�I never wanted to be a curse breaker� too dangerous, I was a Slytherin after
all.�

�But the rest?� Ron reached for his bottle again and
raised it to his lips.

�Maybe once. But after she died I never believed I
would find happiness.�

�Is that why you were bisexual?� Ron closed one eye to look down the neck at
how much alcohol he had left.

�No, I think that started at school.�

�Not surprised, in a boarding school it�s bound to happen.�

�It never happened to you,� Severus looked at him. �What was
it, Lavender Brown vs. Granger for your last year?�

�Oh god, don�t,� Ron screwed up his face. �Let�s just say I
think my taste in men is infinitely better than women, yes?�

�Matter of opinion, I am no catch,� Severus snorted.

�That�s a matter of opinion,� Ron
carried off his low, sarcastic drawl to the tee.

�Are you mocking me, Weasley?�

�I love it when you call me by my last name, so filthy,� Ron
sighed.

Severus chuckled and then stifled a yawn.

�Tired?� Ron finally looked at him, seeing the paleness in his skin and the way
his eyes had lost their shimmer.

�Not too tired for another game if you want to set them up,� he gestured at the
board.

�Look, Severus, I�m a big boy, I can entertain myself on a Friday
night if you want to go to bed,� Ron looked pointedly at him. �I understand,
you�re ill and you�re sleepy. It screams �go to bed� at me. Hell, if I were
you, I wouldn�t get up.�

�Ron, I might not be the funnest
of roommates but I can withstand a wild Friday night playing chess,� Severus�
tone was dripping with sarcasm. �If you give me one mouthful
of that ale.�

Ron immediately handed it over; one mouthful wouldn�t do any
harm. Severus took it from him and Ron smiled at the way their fingers brushed together.

�I suppose it�s a good sign that seven months later your
touch still sends sparks through me?�

�The romantics of the world would say so,� Severus scoffed.

�But you don�t?� Ron raised an eyebrow.

�I would not presume to be so sentimental,� Severus looked
sideways at him. �You know me, Ron.�

�Well when you�re in the middle of an orgasm you�re pretty sentimental,� Ron
reasoned.

�Men have promised the world in the middle of an orgasm.�

�Would you promise me that?� Ron smiled, flexing his toes
against Severus through the t-shirt he wore.

�I would not promise what I could not give, I have always
been depressingly realistic,� Severus sighed.

�I promised her happiness,� Ron turned his head and looked
into the flames. �It was part of our vows.�

�You wrote your own?� Severus asked, feeling uncomfortable
asking about the wedding that never was.

�Oh yeah,� Ron frowned, keeping his eyes on the flickering amber. �Everything
was us. She wanted the ceremony to be personal to us and I agreed, actually.�

�It is not common in a wizarding ceremony to have vows at all?�

�I know,� Ron nodded. �But Hermione was muggle-born, and she
wanted to include her parents in the format of the ceremony, so she included
some muggle elements. And muggles promise all sorts. Some women even still
promise to obey their husbands.�

�Am I right in assuming that she vetoed that immediately?�

Ron threw his head back and laughed. �If she hadn�t�ve I would have. I never
wanted her to be some perfect wife, cooking and cleaning and sprouting children.�

�Did you want children?� Severus asked interestedly.

�I guess, who doesn�t?� Ron
shrugged. �I came from a big family but I didn�t expect her to reproduce it. I
know when I was younger I was a twat and she� she thought I was stupid. But I
really didn�t want her to be my Mum. Christ, who wants a replica of the woman
who�s spent eighteen years telling you not to leave your crusty pants on the
bedroom floor?�

�I listen to you and realise what a lacking adolescence I
had,� Severus leant his head back on the sofa.

�Ha, you get caught wanking by
your siblings, your own mother, and see if you see the same way,� Ron snorted.

�I do feel for your poor mother sometimes,� Severus shot him
a smirk.

�Oh yeah, lots of testosterone flying around and then she
got Ginny and oestrogen flew into the mix and the poor woman was doomed.�

�I always wanted a sibling,� Severus cuddled the feet he
held closer to him. �Though in reality I would never have wished my childhood
on another, it was cruel enough that they had me.�

�Were you� well, planned?� Ron winced at how awful that
sounded.

�No, I was the most god awful accident,� Severus looked at
him. �If only they�d opted for abortion.�

�You hurt me when you say things like that,� Ron swallowed
thickly. �Chess?�

Severus released his feet in answer and Ron clambered back
down on the floor, righting the chess pieces and trying to expel Severus�
depressive words from his mind, but he found he just couldn�t.

Must be the fucking
ale mixing with my medication� Ron cleared his throat. �Severus?�

�Mm? Black, I am always black,
timeless and sophisticated,� he winked.

�No, I just� I�m really fucking glad your mother didn�t have
an abortion,� Ron said, so quietly it was almost a whisper.

He picked up his first white piece and moved it forward, not
waiting for Severus to speak. He carefully studied the board as the man moved.

An hour later they were still playing and both were past the
point of no return. The game had turned into a challenge and Severus was
fighting with everything he had. He contemplated his next move and Ron watched
his face work, noting the way his eyes narrowed in concentration and the way
his tongue worried lightly at the corner of his mouth. It was quite possibly
the most sexually attractive thing Ron had seen since he�d been introduced to
wizarding pornography, and he was quite distracted from his strategy as he
watched the glistening pink muscle continually poke out of Severus� thin lips.

Fuck, and I�ve only
had one bottle of ale, this is ridiculous� fucking medication!

He turned his eyes back to the board and realised that,
despite his distraction, Severus was falling straight into his trap like he had
planned.

He said it, not me. If
he doesn�t want to hear the words verbally then he can at least realise it otherwise�

Ron made what he hoped would be his final move and held his
breath as Severus leant forward to contemplate his own final action. He saw
onyx eyes light up and positively dazzle as the final move highlighted the
planned victory for Severus and he fought down a smile.

�I do believe,� Severus said smarmily, �That that, Ronald,
is checkmate,� he slid the piece into position and turned triumphantly to him.

Ron made a show of getting onto his knees and looking down
at the board in dismay.

�Wow, Severus, you�re right,� he said, widening his eyes. �You beat me.�

�I wish I had the energy with which to get up and dance,�
Severus sighed dramatically.

Ron heaved himself up with the coffee table as counterweight,
a strange smirk on his mouth that Severus did not recognise. He crossed the
small distance between them and pressed their lips together, then pulled away,
his eyes sparkling with something unsaid.

�You won,� Ron gestured to the board and walked away,
Severus heard him push open the door to the bathroom. �I wonder what that means?�

�What on earth are you on about?� Severus frowned first to
the board, and then looked round and saw that Ron had left the door open behind
him.

The redhead was stripping off his clothes; raising the thin
t-shirt up over his arms, soft muscles rippling as he did so. With his face
obscured in the material, Severus took his fill of the creamy skin and
beautiful freckles, pink nipples and hairy chest and armpits. Then the shirt
was gone and Ron shimmied out of his bottoms in a way Severus was sure was
devised to personally torment him. They fell to the floor and then his redhead
was gloriously naked, reaching for the shower and leaping back as he always did
to avoid the first icy drops.

It wasn�t until the body stepped beneath the steaming stream
that Severus blinked and looked back at the chessboard, his winning move
highlighted as if it were lit up.

His own words replayed in his mind. �Ah, see, if you loved me, you�d allow me the beauty of victory once in
a while�� His eyes flew wide and he cricked his neck in turning back to the
now-drenched body in the shower. The creamy skin and auburn thatch of curls at
Ron�s groin were obscured by the misty glass of the shower door but Severus
looked through them to the man beneath, something stirring in his chest that he
had not felt for a long time, that he had not allowed himself to feel.

Eyes watering from the pain creeping down his neck and into
the base of his skull, he turned away from the stunning view, only for his eyes
to fall on the shelf holding Ron�s film collection. His eyes alighted on the
colourful box of the tragic love story-cum-musical which Ron had warned would
break his heart but Severus had claimed he was man enough to watch anyway.

And in three weeks he
has never let me forget that I was wrong, never stopped reminding me of the
tissues we went through.

Lyrics rolled back to him and Severus swallowed nervously,
thinking of their meaning, and flicked his dark eyes back to Ron, who was
washing his hair, the surplus shampoo gliding down his skin.

His breath caught in his throat.

This is not meant to
happen to me. I am not the man this happens to. No.

Ron started singing in the shower,
an old muggle eighties hit which should never be repeated. Severus closed his
eyes.

No.

Throaty tones reached his eyes and he let out a slight groan
at their beauty.

God help me.

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A/N: Hmmmm� *evil grin* don�t slap me. Slap them for being utterly stubborn and manly about the whole thing.
Now, who fancies seeing a bit of the old Snape temper? ;) x
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