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What Happens in Denmark	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Ron Views: 5796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters, nor am I making any money off of it. It's called FANfiction because I DON'T own it, right? Right. Good that we're clear.

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10.

It had been two weeks since they had returned to England. Ron had
meant to arrange something, a date and time, a meeting, some promise
to see Snape again, but at the last minute he chickened out and had
only said, 'Well, see you, then.'

Snape had answered, 'Yes, I suppose so.'

Two weeks later, he hadn't seen or heard from the man at all. He
agreed to meet up with Harry for some last minute holiday shopping –
which he hadn't even started, but he wasn't terribly in the mood. He
was feeling depressed, and for the first time in ages it had nothing
to do with the divorce.

“So?” Harry asked, startling Ron out of his thoughts.

Ron gave him a disgruntled expression. “Make noise when you
walk,” he complained.

Harry smiled, but then raised his eyebrow as if he were in on a
secret. “How did the trip go?”

“Alright I suppose?” Ron asked more than answered.

“Just alright?” Harry asked.

Ron lifted his eyebrows and shrugged a bit, wondering just what Harry
was getting at.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about, right?” Harry asked.

“Harry, mate, did you hit your head while I was away or
something? What in the bloody hell are you talking about?”

“Ron, we're best mates, you know? You don't have to be all
shy.”

“Shy about what?” Ron demanded irritably. Why did
everyone he knew assume he was psychic?

Before Harry could answer, they turned a corner and Ron nearly
crashed right into the one and only Rita Skeeter. “Oh
balls...” he muttered.

“Mr. Weasley! Just the man I was hoping to run into! Oh, hello
Mr. Potter,” she said absently. Harry wasn't exactly big news
at the moment and therefore completely irrelevant. Ron was her target
of the hour and he didn't have the faintest idea why. He looked over
his shoulder at Harry like 'hey, save me!' as she looped her arms
around Ron's bicep and started leading him along to the Leaky
Cauldron. He was in a seat with a butterbeer in front of him before
he could say 'Berty Bott's Every Flavor Beans”.

“Now, Ronald, Ron – can I call you Ron? Wonderful then,
Ron, how does it feel to be dating such an older man? Don't you think
your parents will be concerned? When did you know you were gay? After
your traumatic divorce with Miss Granger? Or was it before? Is there
a secret affair in your past? Hmm. Well come now, say something.”

“I, what?” Ron stuttered with an owlish blink. “Wait,
is this about Snape? It's not...”

She didn't let him get to '...like that.' “Well of course,
silly. Rumor has it, you went on a charming vacation together in
Denmark.”

“No, no, lady, that was work. Will you bloody shut up a minute
so I can explain?”

“Oh yes, yes, I know, you're a busy man, what with being one of
the Ministry's highest ranking Aurors. Thank you so much for taking
the time out to speak with me.” And she was off in a flurry,
leaving Ron to deal with the aftershocks of his unprecedented fame.

Harry sat down across from him. He gave his friend a sympathetic
smile. He knew all about being accosted by the press. “It's
like I was just saying, Ron. Everyone already knows, so there's no
reason to be shy about it.”

“Will you bloody listen? Since when do you
believe everything you read in the Prophet? You! Fucking
Skeeter is one thing, but you're my best mate and you've already made
up your mind about what the truth is!” He slammed his palm on
the countertop, sloshing his butterbeer over the table. “It was
work. There's nothing going on. I haven't seen him since we got
home.”

Harry looked a bit disappointed. “Well, why not? You like him,
don't you?” Ron opened his mouth, but Harry interrupted him.
“Listen Ron, you and I, we've been best mates since we were
eleven, you know? I think I've got you pretty well figured by now.
This photo they had in the papers a few weeks back – it's not
that his hand was on your chest, or even that your hand was on his
hip. It's that goofy grin you get on your face when you're so happy
about something you can't get your mind around it. You and I, when
it comes to what we're thinking, we're just the same type –
bloody poor at hiding it, so why don't you just spill it and tell me
what's going on?”

Ron sighed, shoulders drooping a bit. “I told you it was
nothing. I got to know him a little over there, you know, and we had
a lot of fun, but that was there, and this is here, you know? We had
our fun, now it's time to get back to real life. There's nothing
else to say.”

“What happens in Denmark stays in Denmark, then?”

“Yeah, pretty much,” Ron answered.

“Why?” Harry asked.

Ron blinked as if the three letter word had never even crossed his
mind. “What?”

“It's not a difficult question, mate. Why does a change in
longitude have to change whether or not you can be the happiest I've
seen you look in years?”

“I, well, obviously it's, you know,” Ron stumbled because
he didn't really have an answer. “We've got shite to do, you
know?”

“Yeah? So does everyone else.”

Ron mumbled, “it just does, okay. Can we drop it?”

“I can,” Harry answered. “Can you?”

Ron guzzled down his butterbeer because he didn't have an answer.
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