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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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Chapter List
- 12
- 13
A/N: Hello all! So pleased you liked Hermione getting what
for in the last chapter. Thank you for all your reviews:

Pittwitch �That�s the most
masterful I think I�ve ever managed to write him, came close in �Invitation�
but think last chapter was the most successful. Glad you liked him! ;)

EvaNone �Here it is, as I
promised! X

Seraphime �I was tempted, but Ron
needed the closure of her coming begging to him, I think.

Lady Zombie �I freakin� love
Build-a-Bear! Though they get mad as I take forever deciding how much to stuff
the bears *has no shame* I couldn�t resist the pair of them watching horror
films, thought it was too funny to miss. I can�t stand Hermione� which is why I
always seem to end up Hermione bashing (but then writing Ron/Snape I shouldn�t
be surprised).

Tambrathegreat �Ron�s decided
he�ll mention said kiss repeatedly if it gets him such a decent reward ;)

Kai �I know, unbelievably bad! I put that bit in for you as
you asked on the spells.

Jc Black �Thank you very much,
that�s a wonderful compliment to receive and I hope you like the last chapter.

Davinci �No! You have to wake up
for the Happy Ending! ;)

Sheree �If she�d stayed any longer
Severus *would* have physically removed her.

hairsprayX12 �Hmm. Alright. But I
have to warn you that the next R/S (which I thought up as I drifted off to
sleep last night) will be a darker one, more so than Invitation was� and hahaha, I love the wizard conga. Had so
much fun writing that fic.

Abbi cee
�Just found your review before posting this! Hermione needs help, as you say�
she has changed very much. But then she was also drunk, I suppose, and we saw
with Harry that the trio say things that they don�t mean when they�re drunk� I�d
say she definitely didn�t like the fact he�d started up with a man after
leaving her though ;)

Well, here it is� the end! *sniffle* I hope this�ll give you
nice closure, and it is, as I promised, a happy ending. Thank you SO much for
all your reviews throughout, this is my highest voted and reviewed story to
date and that makes me grin madly, mainly because I appear to have started a
lovely Snape/Ron fan group, which is of course what the delicious characters
deserve! Thank you xxxxxx P.S: Just a quick note on Ron and his ear injury -I couldn't find a suitable place to slip it in this chapter, but he is still injured, but pain has alleviated somewhat, as hinted in the last chapter. He can run and get sweaty for Severus, but not for long. ;)

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�What in the name of Morgana�s
tits is that?�

Ron spun round at the sleep-slurred language and laughed.

�It�s a Christmas tree.�

�I can see that, but what I want to know is why?�
Severus� snappy tone was marred by the sleepy yawn in his mouth and the tousled
peaks of his hair.

�Because it�s Christmas Eve, and we didn�t have a tree. So I
got one last night after I left the shop.�

�What time is it?� Severus frowned.

�Errrm, about half past seven,�
Ron shrugged.

�Why on earth?�

Ron snorted and dropped to his knees, pulling the lights for
the tree towards him. �Because I was up and I was kind of hoping to get this
done before you came out here and got all bitchy about it.�

His only answer was the resounding bang of the bathroom door
closing and he laughed again, the warmth of the fire washing over him as he
looked at the plug.

Please work. Please
work. I can�t remember how to wire a plug. Please work. He grabbed the
white object and slotted it into the wall and with bated breath flicked on the
switch. The floor lit up in an array of pinks, reds, greens, blues and oranges
and he beamed.

Fuck yeah baby. Bet
they break before I get them on the damned tree, though.

He looked up at the surprisingly convincing faux pine tree
and grinned. He had been smiling since the minute he�d woken up that morning.
Ron got to his feet, pulling the lights with him and began looping the string
in equal circles around the body of the tree, coming back down to double up
when he reached the top.

Amazing how a string
of muggle fairy lights can make me grin so much� George�ll
be pleased I�m starting to show gay tendencies.

Ron thought back over all the conversations he had had with
his family which involved them saying gems such as �but you don�t act like a
poof!� and �are you sure?� Ron wondered quite what it would take to show Percy
that he was in fact more than sure, but his suggestion of fucking Severus where
they could be found had not gone down well, most especially with the man in
question.

He ran out of lights and stepped back, appraising his work
with a satisfied smile. And then, because he was lazy, he yanked out his wand
and charmed the rest of the decorations to hang themselves evenly amidst the branches,
and soon his tree was twinkling and glittering.

Let�s see if I can
keep this one upright�

The bathroom door creaked open and he heard feet on the
floorboards, but didn�t look round. Severus was undoubtedly not a morning
person and Ron assumed that his Christmas tree wouldn�t even get a second
glance until at least the third cup of tea.

�Are you going to spend every minute of the day sending this
one flying?� Severus� voice was low and teasing.

�You know, I think we should just let it go. If the tree had
never fallen over, I would never have kissed you� and then who knows where we�d
be this Christmas Eve, hmm?� Ron said haughtily.

Warm arms wrapped around him from behind and lips pressed
into his hair above his ear. Severus rocked him slightly from side to side.

�If we have to have such an overblown demonstration of
Christmas joy, at least it�s respectable,� he sniffed.

�Thanks for the compliment,� Ron snorted.

�There is nothing on the top,� Severus� eyes flicked up to
the tip of the tree.

�No,� Ron broke out of his arms. �I was leaving it for you,
if you wanted.�

Severus laughed then. �Why on earth would I want to adorn
the top of this counterfeit tree with a fairy? And not even a real fairy at
that.�

�This is why you were a Slytherin, dear� fairies don�t like
being captured and sentenced to a painful day on top of the tree,� Ron winked
at him.

�Don�t you dear me,� Severus poked
him hard in the ribs. �You know I do not celebrate Christmas, so if you want
this tree up then you are decorating it yourself.�

�I thought you were only a miserable bastard at this time of
year because you had nothing to be happy about, nobody to share it with?� Ron
picked up the aforementioned fairy.

Severus� looked at him, sensing the dangerously sad note
hovering in Ron�s tone. �Ron, I love you very much. But that doesn�t change
years worth of ignoring the holiday the best I could.�

�Maybe you could make an effort,� Ron looked at the floor.
�If not for Christmas then for what is technically
our one year anniversary? Or do you not celebrate them either?�

He turned and plopped the fairy on the top of the tree
without further ceremony, and headed for the kitchen.

Miserable fucking
bastard! Seriously, it�s just fucking Christmas, and a tree� it�s not as if
I�ve done the front up in lights�

Ron wasn�t going to admit he�d toyed with the idea. He went
to the cooker, giving the huge vat of mulled wine he had haphazardly made from
his mother�s instructions a stir.

Bet it�ll end up
tasting like paint stripper� never mind, sounds like I�ll need it to get
through today if he�s going to be fucking miserable all day� and we haven�t
even mentioned the Healer visit yet.

Ron frowned into the rippling scarlet liquid, the scent of
cinnamon and cloves wafting up to him in the rich aroma. He had been dreading
Christmas Eve for a whole week. The Healers had scheduled the appointment to
get it out of the way before the holidays, but it was clouding Ron�s enjoyment
of the impending festivities. If Severus� tests and assessment went well, the
Healers would consent to only monthly visits down from twice weekly. They
wouldn�t have been as willing to make such a big jump if Severus had not made
such drastic improvements since September.

I wonder how I can say
�can you up the happy pill draught as a Christmas present, please?��

He growled at himself, knowing he was largely being unfair.
Severus had adapted to living with him far more successfully since his health
had improved to the point where he could leave the flat. And his moods were
fewer and farer in between, though he was still cantankerous, grumpy and acidic
on his best days.

That�s just Severus,
though� that�s the real him.

�Is that mulled wine?� Severus� voice cut out from beside
him and Ron jumped, lost in his thoughts.

�Yeah, thought I�d give it a go,� Ron shrugged. �Probably tastes like shit
though so don�t get your hopes up. I foul everything up the first time I try
making it, as you well know after the Victoria Sponge Cake Massacre.�

Severus ignored him and grabbed a spoon, dipping it into the
simmering liquid and catching some on the metal. Ron stepped away to avoid
seeing the look of horror on the man�s face when his tongue was melted or
something equally disastrous.

�That�s actually rather exquisite,� Severus swallowed. �Is it
ready now?�

Ron smiled at the man�s code for wanting some then and
there.

�It�s not even eight in the morning,� he laughed, turning
round to see him having another spoonful.

�Ah but you should remember that it is always five o�clock somewhere,� Severus winked but set the spoon
down. �I suppose it would not do to be drunk in front of the Senior Healers.�

�No,� Ron smirked. �So really, it�s good?�

�Taste it yourself and find out,� came back dryly with an
eye roll.

Ron did as instructed and was pleasantly surprised. �Not
sweet enough,� he licked his lips free of the residue. He snatched a honey jar
from the side and scooped in some more.

�I used to think that mulled wine was one of the only
benefits to the festive season,� Severus commented, leaning back on the worktop
and folding his arms over his chest

Ron didn�t comment and kept stirring the honey through
mixture.

�I suppose this year I really should have been more
thoughtful in how I reacted to the holiday, Ron. I apologise.�

�Don�t,� Ron smiled down at the pan, even though the apology
meant more than he would ever let on.

Severus moved and put light hands on Ron�s waist, looking
over his shoulder at the pan. �I don�t know what on earth I did to bless myself
so lucky as to have you save me, you know.�

�All right, don�t go bloody overboard,� Ron snorted, again
bursting with warmth on the inside.

�And I know I have repeatedly told you, Ron, that I am not a
sentimental man��

�Told? Try bellowed, on several occasions,� the red liquid
received a smirk.

�And if you do not shut up and let me finish I will hex you
so that you have no choice,� Severus squeezed his waist threateningly, and Ron
obediently fell silent, though he couldn�t wipe the smirk off his face. �But I
appreciate that you are very different to me, you have no reason to hate it as
I have come to. I truly am sorry for not making more of an effort. I love you
very much. Go and see what I have done to the fairy.�

Ron turned then, throwing him a curious glance and Severus
simply nodded in the direction of the living room, stepping up to continue
stirring the wine when Ron ambled off.

He walked closer to the tree and then burst out laughing.
The fairy, who had been wearing a respectable gold dress when he had left, was
now wearing a skimpy bikini in Gryffindor red and gold with a teeny tiny
Slytherin tie of green and silver around her neck.

�Very mature!� Ron called back,
still sniggering.

�I was going to turn her male but then my nose caught whiff
of the wine and sadly I was distracted.�

�And you say I�ve got the attention
span of a garden gnome,� Ron snorted. �Well I think she�s perfect, and now the
tree�s bloody perfect too. You can stay if you�re going to keep that up!�

Severus� laugh rumbled through the kitchen and Ron found
himself grinning like a lunatic at the warm sound. And it was warm, deep and rich. That hadn�t changed at all �Ron could
remember the first few times he had had the man laugh and it sounded so alien.
No, the only thing that had changed was the frequency that he was hearing the
beautiful sound.

�So you�re telling me I cannot in fact have some of this now?� Severus called to him. �The
honey has only made me salivate further, I�m afraid.�

�Do you want to be viciously ripped from my caring hands?�
Ron turned on his heel and headed back to the kitchen. �Got to say, Severus,
it�d really fuck up the holiday if you were because you were pissed when the
Healers came to assess you.�

With an overdramatic huff, Severus stepped away from the hob
and folded his arms across his chest.

�Fine, Weasley, fine.�

�After the meeting you can get as pissed as you like,� Ron
offered. �Though considering that we have to face company tomorrow maybe not
such a good idea?�

Severus� face darkened and he suddenly remembered what he
had just promised, to try and restrain his more dour reactions to the holiday.
That didn�t mean, however, that he felt joyful about the fact they had been
roped into going to Ron�s parents� for Christmas Lunch.

�It�ll be fine,� Ron smirked at him. �I�m telling you. Just
eat, talk, be polite and we�ll be out of there before Mum gets herself a bit
merry and starts asking when the wedding is.�

�I want you to promise me that,� Severus muttered grumpily,
looking longingly at a box of homemade mince pies Molly had sent.

�Too much fat in the pastry for you,� Ron declared. �And so
what, if she starts, I�ll deal with
it. You don�t have to be so pessimistic about everything, Severus. So what, she thinks we should get married �I�d
much rather have her banging on about
that than I would her screaming about how we shouldn�t be together.�

Severus had to admit that Ron had a point, so he sighed in
conceding manner and gave a curt nod.

�Trust me� Godric�s balls, when she didn�t want Bill
to marry Fleur� you know, from our point of view, it was weird to watch,
because he was Bill, y�know? Bill
who could do no wrong; Bill the-sun-shines-out-of-my-arse Weasley. And
he chose a girl she thought was all wrong for him. I don�t know how Fleur stood
it really; Mum was really rude to her��

�So what you are saying is that I should count my blessings
that your mother appears to have accepted me with open arms?� Severus crooked
an eyebrow.

�Definitely,� Ron laughed, nodding as he turned down the
heat on the wine. �It could have been a hell of a lot worse�
imagine the look that Percy gives us��

�Like he is in the middle of a colonic irrigation?� Severus
smirked.

�Yes, quite. Well, if Mum disapproved it�s like that, but
with extra scowl. Bit like you really. Maybe that�s why she likes you.�

�Let us not embellish the truth,� Severus muttered
sarcastically. �I doubt any of your family truly like me, Ron; they merely
tolerate me because they see that I am good for you.�

�George likes you,� Ron turned to face him with a smile. �Especially after you fixed his itching powder formulation.�

�Something I hope I do not live to regret,� Severus laughed.

�He wouldn�t dare prank you, not when he�s got me to contend
with.�

�You are working this afternoon, aren�t you?�

�Yeah, I said I�d be in straight after the meeting with the
Healers. I don�t want to but business is through the roof and he needs all
hands on deck. I�d be shit brother if I bailed on him now.�

�I was not suggesting that you should,� Severus put his hands on Ron�s
shoulders and tugged him closer for a warm kiss.

Ron loved the taste of the infused wine on Severus� lips,
somehow it tasted better there than it had fresh and warm out of the pan. He
ran his tongue over them gently.

�Mulled wine tastes good on you,� he murmured, burying his
fingers deep into Severus� hair.

�I wish I could tell you that you were the first person to tell me that,�
Severus winked at him.

Ron grinned at him. �Well I don�t begrudge you whoever it
was. I should go and tidy up.�

He pulled away. �But, first, I think there�s something you
should see.�

Ron reached for the button of his jeans and popped it open
and lowered the zipper, and then he wiggled his hips slightly to shift the
denims down. �I thought you might like them?�

Severus� face was full of disbelief and smirk as his eyes took
in bright, cheerful Father Christmas patterned boxer shorts.

�And I bought a pair for you too�� Ron looked up from
beneath his fringe. �Just in case you felt like joining in the new tradition
I�ve started� now, Severus, remember it�s rude not to wear gifts��

***

Ron hovered nervously by the window, watching as the Senior
Healers cast all sorts of diagnostics around Severus� body as he lay on the
sofa. Even the rats were nervously watching, plastered to the side of their
cage.

�How are your sleeping patterns?� the Senior
with the clipboard asked, watching the hazes their colleague cast.

Ron had to stop himself from answering for Severus and he
put his hand over his mouth to avoid doing so. He no longer had to make
decisions or provide explanations, because the man was perfectly well enough to
speak them himself.

�Better, though I do still sleep for hours if there is no
reason to wake up.�

�And you make yourself do so?� The Healer asked pointedly.

�Since you told him that it would be detrimental for me to
do so, I am lucky if I get a minute beyond the alarm ringing,� Severus shot Ron
a look which was neither dark nor angry, but ridden with utmost thanks.

Well what does he
expect? I�m not going to let him hurt himself. Stupid bugger, after all this
time doesn�t think that I care�

�What about your food intake?�

�Increasing by the week and I find that
scents and tastes which overpowered me and rendered me invalid before are
becoming available to me again. We are testing them steadily, one at a
time, as you suggested.�

Liar. If you beg me one more time to make you
garlic bread I might go mad.

Ron leant against the wall and smirked into his hand.

�And what about bodily functions?�

�Normal,� Severus lowered his eyes.

�And, uh� what about sexually? Are
you finding that your health is improving your� uh� nocturnal emissions or
performance during intercourse or is it the same?�

There was a loud ripping snort as Ron lost control at the
mention of �nocturnal emissions� and he was already stumbling to the kitchen,
sniggering behind his hand raising the other in apology.

�Excuse you,� Severus shouted over his shoulder whilst the
flush burned his cheekbones. �Better than ever is the answer to your question,
in the very simplest of terms.�

The Healer gave him a small smirk in reply and moved on down
the clipboard.

�Well,� the Senior Healer straightened. �I�m impressed so
far, Snape, really and truly. The state in which you were admitted, I really
didn�t expect you to achieve this level of health in a year, let alone half a
year.�

Severus looked at him, suddenly anxious. �So, does that mean
I am cleared for monthly treatments?�

�Not quite,� the man looked down at him. �We still have to
perform the in depth Aura Scan. You might like to ask Mr. Weasley to rejoin us
if he has recovered his sensibilities?�

There was another loud laugh in the kitchen and Severus
sighed. �Apologies, he brewed mulled wine this morning and I fear he may have
inhaled too much alcohol.�

Another laugh and Ron forced himself back into the living
room, hastily wiping his eyes on his fingers. �I�m here, and I�m perfectly
recovered. Or I will be unless you do a complete strip physical and find his
festive underwear.�

Severus picked up one of the scatter cushions and threw it
hard at Ron�s stomach.

�Did you note anger on your clipboard?� Ron caught it and
hugged it to his chest.

�Anger never left it,� the Healer winked at him and Severus
huffed with indignation.

The Senior pointed his wand over
Severus form. �Right, Aura Scan, here we go.�

Severus focussed his eyes on Ron�s face, seeing how the
laughter froze and suddenly the redhead looked incredibly anxious, his knuckles
turning white on the cushion he held. Their gazes met and Severus sent him what
he hoped was a reassuring look.

But he didn�t need to, because Ron saw the coloured haze
hovering over Severus and his face broke into a relieved grin.

�Well?� Severus asked expectantly, seeing the three broad
grins which faced him.

�You�re a beautiful shade of murky shit green all over,� Ron
swallowed hard.

�What, no red or black at all?� Severus� eyes flew wide.

�Brown around the neck, on the bite,� the Senior
highlighted it. �Which indicates that today is a good day,
probably. I imagine if you woke up feeling a little rough it would
revert to red. I doubt, considering that was the point of impact, it will ever
heal properly.�

�Slight browning over here, too,� the Healer hovered over
his left arm.

�Well, that�s obvious what that is,� Ron frowned and their
eyes travelled him. �Dark Mark.�

�Ohh, of
course!� The Senior looked round. �I�ve never
seen an Aura Scan on a Marked one before��

�So,� Severus was eager to drag the conversation away from
the ugly dark tattoo on his arm. �Does this mean what I hope it means?�

�I�d say it does,� the Senior�s
face blossomed into a smile and he jotted something down on his clipboard. �I�m
bringing you down to one Aura cleanse a month, and we�ll see how you cope
through January. We will decide on your other treatments, the therapy and
counselling, then.�

�Yaaaaaay!�
Ron gave a childish little cheer and bounced up and down a few times.

�Juvenile,� Severus sniffed and looked away, even though
inside he felt like his stomach was doing exactly the same as Ron.

The healers cleared the scans and Severus got to his feet.
He moved and looped one arm around Ron�s waist, giving him a small smile. �This
means that you can no longer treat me like an invalid, I am officially not
one.�

�Even still, you aren�t to push yourself, Snape, and we�ll
know if you have. Keep the exercise low key and your magic the same. Don�t ruin
all your hard work by going berserk in celebration.�

�I won�t let him,� Ron said imperiously and chucked the
pillow back to the sofa so that he could shake the hands of the Healers. �Thank
you both, I hope you have a very good Christmas and New Year.�

�You too,� they both smiled, shook
Severus� own hand, and then departed through the fire.

Ron turned to Severus expectantly with a smile that could
have eclipsed the sun and threw his arms around his shoulders. Severus buried
his own smile in Ron�s neck and kissed the skin beneath his lips, tightening
his grip on the redhead.

�Thank you,� he muttered. �For
everything.�

�You�re welcome, Severus, even though it wasn�t as if I did
it selflessly� it brought us closer together, so��

Ron pulled back then and shot Severus another dazzling
smile.

�There are two times when you look as close to divine as
possible, Ron,� Severus murmured. �When you�re in the middle of orgasm, and
when you smile at me like that.�

�I think those pants have done something to you,� Ron raised an eyebrow with a
smirk. The clock chimed on the mantelpiece and he let out a groan. �Off to deal
with the masses, then.�

Severus took Ron�s face in his hands and kissed him. �Come
back to me.�

�You�ve not said that in a long time,� Ron looked at him in surprise.

�Every man needs a parting phrase for his lover, don�t you
think?�

�What�s mine?� Ron frowned, trying to think.

�You have several,� Severus kissed him. �Each as gut rotting
as the next but there we are. You have to have some faults, after all.�

�Git,� Ron jabbed him in the gut. �Don�t drink all my wine, Snape;
I�m looking forward to it after I�ve dealt with said masses.�

He kissed Severus warmly, snaking his fingers to cup the
base of his skull, and then pulled away, beaming as he stepped towards the
fireplace, and was gone.

Severus stood looking at the white painted structure with a
slightly dazed look on his own face. The Christmas tree twinkled at him in the
corner of his eye and he turned to it, taking in the decorations and the
perfectly spaced lights, and then his puerile adaptations to the fairy.

The tree had been the only thing that Ron had put up,
Severus didn�t know whether that was because it was all he had had time to do
before he had woken up, or if because that was all he had planned, not wanting
to push his miserable bastard of a lover too far.

For the first time on
this day in years, I have no cause to be miserable. The words entered
Severus� subconscious as he looked around the empty corners where ceiling met
wall and he found himself thinking of the way Hogwarts had always been so
sumptuously decorated on Albus� instruction, and he had never felt the
inclination to take any warmth or happiness from the beautiful adornments. He had
been prevented from putting them up in his own year as Headmaster.

His Healer�s words were fresh in his mind about overdoing
his magic, but Severus felt the compunction to do something for Ron, something
more than he had already secretly planned for the day. Pulling out the wand he
had been using since the Battle,
he rubbed his thumb over the handle, wishing he had his original back. There
had been nothing like his first wand, which he had loved from the second it had
graced his fingers.

To get a new one, he was faced with Diagon Alley, a thought
he previously had not been strong enough to contend with. He flicked his wand
to clear the mantelpiece of the clutter Ron insisted on keeping there, old
letters and the house keys.

He never did get to
tidy up for the Healers� Severus shivered slightly thinking of the blow job
he�d bargained out of Ron in exchange for agreeing to wear the underwear he had
been presented with.

The Floo dinged then and he grinned broadly.

�Severus? It�s me!� George�s voice rang out to the room.

�Accept,� Severus walked forward and waited for the second
youngest Weasley male to appear.

�Happy Christmas Eve Ear Murderer,� George said chirpily to
him, brushing down the folds of his work robes, charmed festive red with little
boughs of holly decorating the fabric.

�You look like walking wrapping paper,� Severus arched an
eyebrow and ignored the new nickname.

�Fabulous, best compliment I�ve had all year,� George
winked. �And what a wonderful way to praise the man who has run around doing
your secret Christmas shopping.�

�So you got it then?�

�I said I would, you infuriating old bat,� George rolled his
eyes. �Let me off the hearth and I might give it to you.�

Severus stepped back and waved a hand, but George�s eyes had
caught the fairy.

�Oh, now that�s original� you�ve just given me a great idea
for a range for next year,� his eyes twinkled as he turned round to Severus.
�Joke fairies, it�d be great. Disguise �em as
respectable fairies and the minute they hit the tree they are irremovable and
of course, will be scantily clad� dominatrix fairy, naughty Healer fairy��

�The depths of your mind must be superbly twisted, George,�
Severus smirked at him.

�Just like yours, why we get on so well,� George made a
face.

He rummaged in his pockets and dragged out a condensed bag which
he then enlarged and handed it over to Severus. �I didn�t look. I figured you
should check it and if it�s wrong I can go back and shout for you now rather
than making Ron suspicious.�

�You didn�t check in the shop?� Severus frowned.

�I didn�t think you�d appreciate me doing that,� he
shrugged. �Private and stuff.�

Severus gave him a smile for his consideration and took the
bag in hand and pulled out the box. He flipped it open and inspected, smile
widening as he realised how perfect it was. �Excellent. Thank you, George, for
doing this,� he snapped the box shut and waved it.

�No problem,� George gave him an easy smile. �He deserves
it.�

�How are things going working with him?� Severus asked,
setting the bag down on the sofa.

�Great,� George grinned honestly. �I love having him around.
He�s got that smile thing down which has witches buying anything he can throw
at them. I think they�re glad he quit the Ministry just so they can come and
ogle him in my shop. But that�s probably not what you want to hear.�

�As long as he�s not ogling back,� Severus gave him a wary
look.

�You�re like a fucking guard dog, Severus,� George rolled
his eyes again, �I am telling you now, I know my little brother and he is one
hundred percent faithful to you.�

�I was not questioning his integrity, you know that.�

George threw him a disparaging look and Severus suddenly
liked the redhead a whole lot more for his honesty.

�I find it hard to trust, surely you can understand why?�

�Oh I understand alright,� George reached up and rubbed at
the dark hole where his ear should have been. �But you have to understand that
I�m protective of him too. And when someone faults him, I fault them.�

�Poor boy, surrounded by a pack of mountain lions,� Severus
mused, looking down at the rug beneath his feet.

�I�m not sure he minds too much,� George laughed. �In fact I
think he�s more at ease now than I�ve ever seen him before��

They fell to companionable silence and Severus moved away to
stroke Peaches� belly through the bars of the cage.

�How come you�ve only got a tree?� George asked
interestedly.

�I think that was all he felt brave enough to put up.�

�Not a Christmas man, then��

�Not since I was around fifteen, no. But I intend to do some
work when you�ve gone, make it a little more festive for him, as a surprise.�

�He loves paper chains,� George turned to Severus with a
small smile. �When we were little he would sit and make them for hours with
Ginny.�

�Anything else you can tell me?�

�He freezes up under mistletoe and he has a slightly
irrational fear of holly after Fred shoved in him a bush one year and he spent
Christmas Day horizontal as someone picked spikes out his arse.�

�I know he freezes up under mistletoe,� Severus smiled at
the floor, remembering a year before in a darkened pub.

�I�ve got to get back,� George looked at his watch, �I�ve
still got my own shopping to do.�

�Thank you, George, for doing this. I loathed having to
ask.�

�I know you did,� he shrugged. �But you needed help and plus
I know what Ron likes after twenty seven years of his whinging. He�ll love it
as much as he loves you, Severus.�

With a warm nod and a smile, George departed through the
fire and left Severus alone once more, still holding his wand, his eyes
lingering over the bag containing the first present he had gifted for a long
time. He would never admit in a million years that he was terrified of giving
it.

***

Ron couldn�t quite believe what was happening. He�d come
home through the fire, tired, undoubtedly grumpy, looking forward to his mulled
wine and a long hot shower, but the second he had stepped off the hearth his
mouth had fallen open in shock.

It was like an over-excited elf had thrown up over his
living room. Paperchains crisscrossed the ceiling in
red and gold, whilst a garland lay in place of the usual mess over the
fireplace, made up of greenery, sporadic holly �nature�s own torture device, urgh- and
pine cones sprayed gold. The bottom of the rat cage, the part they could not
reach, had been bordered with tinsel, as had the bookshelf.

And now, four hours later, stuffed with the delicious dinner
Severus had made him and plied with plenty of mulled wine, Ron was stretched
out on his back in front of the fire, completely naked, whilst Severus
attempted to suck his soul out through his cock.

Oh, Jesus� have another contender for the Best Christmas Eve Ever.

He reached down and threaded his fingers through the dark
hair which kept sweeping across the skin of his hips and tormenting him. The
lips slid back off his shaft and pressed a gentle kiss into the hair above it,
then kissed over his tummy, up his abdomen and in a centre line through his
nipples until Severus reached his mouth, which he captured roughly and thrust
his tongue inside. Ron grabbed hold of his back and held him so that the sinful
lips could not descend to torment him again.

�I ask again,� Ron whispered when his lips were released.
�What on earth prompted all this, Severus?�

�You,� Severus muttered back, kissing down Ron�s neck.

�Just stop for a sec, okay?� Ron caught his face in his
hands and held Severus still. �This morning you were moaning about a tree, and
then I came home and found all this� I love it, don�t get me wrong but you� you
hate Christmas.�

�But I love you,� Severus said pointedly in a low voice,
lips curving into a smile.

Ron held his gaze for a moment before closing his eyes and
letting his face break into a grin. �Oh, gods, thank you, Severus.�

�Now then, are you going to get up on your knees for me?�

�Nope, if you�re having me you�re having me here so I can
experience rug burn for the first time,� Ron languidly stretched out his body,
feeling the pull in his tired muscles. At least his feet no longer ached due to
the talented massage they�d been on the receiving end of despite their
veritable stench from running around for a whole afternoon like a madman. It
was like someone had spiked Severus� drink with the twins� patented �Perfect
Partner for a Day� potion.

Severus summoned one of the scatter cushions from the sofa
and let it fall next to Ron on the floor, taking his face between his hands and
kissing him again. There was a slowness to the proceedings that was markedly
different to their usual encounters and neither could say it was any less sweet
for long kisses, gentle touches and soft moans.

In fact it�s rather
fucking perfect� Ron smiled into Severus� lips and wrapped his legs
prematurely around the man�s waist, nudging his heels into his arse.

�You do have the most delectably long legs,� Severus
commented with a smirk. �I fell asleep last Christmas night touching myself
thinking about them��

�What were they doing?� Ron asked, reaching out for his wine
and taking a gulp. Some slopped down onto his chest and Severus immediately
dove to lick it off.

�Don�t waste the precious wine,� he winked. �Well it was the
first time I had been able to think of someone I had been with recently for
years� it was rather� graphic and you were somewhat exposed��

�Well you know how I like to be exposed,� Ron raised an
eyebrow.

�Those thoughts made even me blush,� Severus captured his lips again and nudged
their noses together.

Ron closed his eyes as he felt a hand smooth over his sac
and down onto his perineum, and then he was being manually stretched in slow,
tender movements which made him gasp and groan, rolling his shoulders with
pleasure and lifting his hips.

It was over too soon, but he lifted up again and was
grateful for the pillow beneath his arse when Severus gently placed his hands
on the underside of his thighs and pushed them up to his chest. Ron spread them
and relaxed his entire body as Severus pushed into him, as gently as everything
else before. Smooth hands ran up his torso and crept over his ribs, and then
Severus� mouth was on his neck, their upper bodies pressed together as he
settled inside Ron�s body.

Ron was immediately hot from the fire only inches away from
them, but he didn�t care. He threw his legs up around thin hips again as they
began to cant back and forth, driving deeper within his body.

�Uunghfuck� how can this feel so
good, as good as the other stuff?� he gasped to the ceiling and then Severus
filled his mouth with tongue.

�Just because,� Severus muttered at him with a smile, and he
reached beneath Ron�s head to cradle it in his hand, the other running down to
settle on the redhead�s hip.

They fell into a rhythm of Severus thrusting and Ron rising
to meet him, both of them were panting within the minute and Ron relished the
feel of his cock rolling between two flat stomachs, aching for release. Severus
loved the way the heat of it seemed to bypass his skin and seep straight into
his bloodstream, feeding his soul.

They met in another kiss as the rhythm sped up and they
moved as one body in the firelight, grunts and gasps kept quiet in the tone of
their fuck.

Fuck, hell no. This is
what they call making love, I suppose�

The hand left his hip and worked under his back properly
encasing his body in Severus� arms and he was kissed again, a little more
hotly, and Ron smirked at the fact that Severus couldn�t control his more
lustful urges for longer than a few minutes. The pace picked up further, slim
hips snapping back and forth with grace and purpose.

Ron was completely caught and his mouth was not released for
air, so he was forced to breathe heavily through his nose, sounding deliciously
depraved as he felt the orgasm swirl in his cock.

Severus was in a similar state of entrapment, unable to
release Ron from his arms or lips and his cock beginning to twinge in an
uncontrollable manner as he drove deeper into the tight space.

�God� need to come�� Ron arched up
once, lodging Severus deeper than before and pressing him heavily against his
prostate. His eyes closed, light exploded against the dark wall and Ron threw
his head back, moaning his climax and Severus� name to the room. He became
aware of Severus desperately whimpering through his final thrusts, and noticed
that the arms which held him trembled as the pistoning
hips finally came to a standstill.

Neither of them said anything but lay as they finished,
letting the heat from the fire wash over them. Severus rested his head on Ron�s
chest and placed a gentle kiss on one of his nipples. Ron managed to muster the
energy to sink a hand into dark hair and massage the scalp beneath it.

God, I remember the
first time I did that� he was so much tenser then� I can feel the change�

Ron had never admitted the book on head massage stashed
safely beneath the bed to Severus, or the way he had bought it after his first
return visit to Scotland.
The man just thought he was supremely talented in the art. Ron wasn�t going to
correct him.

�Happy Christmas Eve,� Severus murmured up to him, smiling
at the nipple which made up his immediate view.

�It most certainly fucking is,� Ron�s voice was breathy with
the intensity of the orgasm. �We should do that more often.�

�Mm, agreed,� Severus nodded, and then he hoisted himself up
on his arms and got to his feet.

�Where are you going?� Ron pouted. �Come back to bed.�

�You�re on the floor,� Severus reminded him.

�Don�t care, come back,� Ron reached out his hands to him.

�I�ll be back, I just need some more wine,� Severus picked
up his empty glass.

Ron didn�t bother to make a comment about a possible
hangover. Severus was obviously happy and he didn�t want to ruin the mood by
being overprotective.

He�s nearly
forty-eight. He can make his own mistakes.

Ron�s eyes fell on the Christmas tree and he smiled at the
indecent fairy, then looked down the branches until he got to the bottom, which
when he had left that morning had been devoid of any presents. But now there
was a tiny box, wrapped up. He flew into a sitting position, ignoring the
dizziness of his bloodrush and the way his ears gave
a background whine of protest, and reached out for it. There was nothing on the
box but it was wrapped up, and it was incredibly light. He set it back down and
got to his feet, padding through the room the bedroom.

Seeing no point in getting dressed again he pulled on his
old, somewhat baggy checked pyjama bottoms and a t-shirt which should have been
binned years before, considering the amount of holes which littered the
material. Then he stooped and pulled out the two presents he had beneath the
bed. He wasn�t sure how either of them was going to be received, Severus
certainly hadn�t asked for anything.

He returned to the living room and set them down next to the
tiny box. He noticed that one of his and the one of Severus� were shaped the
same. He frowned, but there was no way that they could be the same gift.

Severus just wouldn�t
have thought of it. And even if he thought of it, he certainly wouldn�t have
acted on it.

He scooped up his wine glass and fell down on the sofa,
tucking one leg up beneath him and letting the other trail on the floor.
Severus came back then.

�Oh, and you couldn�t have told me the naked part of the
evening was over?� he set his re-filled glass down on the coffee table and
reached for his scattered clothes.

Ron watched as his favourite body in the world disappeared
behind dark trousers and a nice shirt. Severus had dressed up for his surprise.

�You know me, any time is �jama
time,� Ron shrugged and took a mouthful of wine.

�You do spend an inordinate amount of time in your
nightwear, I�ll grant you,� Severus nodded, falling down next to him. �But your
backside looks wonderful in it so I shall not shoot myself in the foot and
complain.�

Ron laughed into the glass and looked at the tree. The fairy
lights and the fire were the only sources of light in the room.

�So,� Severus turned to him. �You said you were worried
about George last week, do you think he�ll need the sofa tonight?�

�No!� Ron said excitedly, turning to Severus to impart his
gossip. �What with the Christmas explosion, dinner and the sex I forgot to say.
George has a date tonight.�

Severus raised his eyebrows and bid Ron to go on silently.

�Well, when I worked for him last time, there was this girl working in Florean�s that he liked. It re-opened when he came back after
the Battle,
see. She�s sort of alternative,� Ron swallowed a mouthful. �Favours corsets, bright
hair dye and purple nail varnish and has a huge dragon tattoo on her back.�

�Oh, your mother will love that,� Severus snorted.

�Anyway, her name�s Phoebe and he�s
fancied her for years. She�s Florean�s niece and pretty much runs the joint for him
nowadays. The other night we went in for our usual end-of-Monday-woe-is-us ice
cream and he was still flirting horribly with her and she was flirting back and
I got sick of it, so when we left I told him that if he didn�t ask her out
himself, I would do it for him.�

�Pushy little whelp you are.�

�Well it worked, didn�t it? They�re going out tonight to see
a Weird Sisters gig in one of the clubs near the Alley. He was as nervous as a
schoolboy when I left him, but really excited too� he�s liked her for so long.�

�I hope it works out for him,� Severus� eyes lingered under
the Christmas tree, very grateful for George�s help. He noticed that his
present had been joined by two others.

�Ron?� He asked, preparing to voice something he had spent
all day considering.

�Yeah?�

�When is the quietest time to go shopping in the Alley?�

�Well, the weekend is never quiet, but if you�re talking
about weekdays the mid-week early mornings are always dead, why?�

�I� would like to pay the wandmaker�s
a visit,� Severus said quietly. �I think it is time that I had one specifically
suited to me again.�

Ron nearly slopped his wine over his chest but he smiled at
Severus and gave a nod. �Sure. Would you like me to come with you?�

�I would not go without you��

Thrilled with Severus� jump to try and rejoin the magical
world, even with something as tiny as having his own wand again, Ron wondered
how the night could get any better.

�I will disguise myself,� Severus turned to him. �But I�
well. I cannot hide forever. I will not parade myself under the nose of the
general public, but I think I am ready for more than the walls of this flat.�

�Well, okay, how about we start by getting your wand and
having lunch somewhere together in the New Year, then?� Ron said thoughtfully,
cataloguing the places that they could go.

Severus smiled at him, and then he turned round to look at
the tree. �We will not get much time together tomorrow, will we?�

�Well, I�m not staying at Mum and Dad�s all day,� Ron
snorted.

�Yes we are,� Severus said quietly. �They are your family.
You told me yourself that you always spend Christmas with them, and I will not
allow you to change your traditions for me, Ron.�

�You don�t know what you�re committing to,� Ron raised an
amused eyebrow. �My Dad always rolls out the decent whiskey with the turkey
sandwiches but that�s the only fun part once dinner�s finished. Though watching
my Mum trying to butter bread pissed is always a laugh.�

�I am sure I will find some way to amuse myself,� Severus
assured him. �Your brothers will be there, won�t they?� He flushed at how
perverted that had sounded, but Ron just laughed.

�Yep, full house this year, plus Harry, Teddy and �Dromeda, mum�s beside herself.
She�s probably buried under a mountain of spuds as we speak.�

�I hope she peels them better than you, potato assassin,�
Severus smirked, and then he cleared his throat. �I was just thinking� maybe it
would be better if I gave you my present tonight?�

Ron sat forward at the chair and looked beneath the tree.
�I�m always up for getting presents early, Severus��

Rolling his eyes Severus got to his feet and collected the
parcels beneath the tree and returned to the sofa. He handed Ron the small box
and hoped his face didn�t look too terrified.

�Severus, you didn�t have to get me anything,� Ron chided him gently, setting
down his drink on the coffee table. �And, more to the point, how did you get this?�

�I had an accomplice,� Severus winked at him.

Ron had a niggling thought in his mind but he chased it
away. �You open this one first. I don�t know if you want it, and it�s� I
understand if you don�t, but you��

Severus worked his way into the wrapping paper and revealed
the book to the room. He looked down at the cover and found himself looking
down at a brand new copy of the yearly updated Potions encyclopaedia.

�I know that you� I know that you loved the Dark Arts, too,
but most of the books have been removed from public sale,� Ron explained. �And
it doesn�t do for war heroes like me to go digging around the second hand
bookshops of Knockturn. There have been some huge
advances since the war, especially in Wolfsbane which
is such a kick in the gut remembering Remus� but that�s the way life goes, I
guess.�

Severus gave him a sad little smile and opened the new book,
waiting for the crack of the spine which he just loved. He could smell the new
leather and it took him back to an academic setting he had been missing for
years. And even though Potions would never have been his first choice to teach
despite his praised skill in the subject area, he had always been passionate
about it.

�Thank you,� he said quietly. �That was extremely thoughtful
of you.�

�There�s nothing in it which is going to give anything away,
I promise,� Ron�s eyes lingered over the bookshelf containing Hogwarts: A History.
�Strictly potions.�

Severus reached forward and set the book down on the table.
He relished the thought of having something to read other than the muggle books
on Ron�s shelf.

�So,� Ron looked at the near-on identical boxes remaining in
their laps. �Severus, have you kind of noticed how these look a bit� similar?�

Severus looked between their sets of thighs and had to
concede that they did. �Well� I��

�Who was your accomplice?� Ron asked suddenly.

�George,� Severus looked at him.

That crafty sod!!!

�Open them together,� Ron ruled and reached for the wrapping
paper.

The only sounds were of tearing paper and Severus frowned at
the box which appeared, identical to the one he had wrapped earlier in the day.

He looked at Ron, stilling his fingers. �Ron, if this is
what I think it is��

�What?� Ron�s voice was heightened and slightly strangled.
�Don�t you��

Severus leant over and gave him a kiss. �Open yours first.�

Ron did. Nestled in a deep black velvet cushion was a plain
titanium band, with letters inscribed on the smooth inside. He plucked the ring
out and raised it to the light to read the inscription which he recognised as
their initials in scrolling font bookended by the ornate symbol which indicated
a special type bonding to represent the union of souls.

�Bloody George!� he gasped.

Ron grinned broadly at the ring and reached for the box
Severus held, and opened the lid for him. Exactly the same ring nestled on
exactly the same velvet and it also held exactly the same inscription.

�Bloody George!� Severus swallowed
and pulled the ring out with shaking fingers.

�For your middle one,� Ron reached out and tapped it. �So
it�s not obviously� what it is.�

�Did you know that I was�� he looked at the ring in Ron�s
fingers.

�No idea, he said absolutely nothing� but he helped me decide that if I
couldn�t choose the words to inscribe then I probably said it best saying
nothing at all.�

�He did the same for yours,� Severus breathed. �But I had
absolutely no idea he was feeding you the same��

�Do you� do you want it, Severus?�

Severus fixed him with a hard gaze. �Don�t turn dim on me now
Weasley; you have done so well for a year��

�Want me to stick it on then?� Ron asked sheepishly.

Severus handed him the ring and presented him with his right
hand. �I want it on that one. Don�t want the metal tainted with the rubbish on
this arm.� He tucked the arm with his Mark behind his back.

Ron slid the ring into place, noticing it was a little big.
But, fully appreciating the magical world as he so often did, the ring suddenly
let out a crackle of blue sparks and shrunk to a perfect fit.

�My turn,� Severus had the ring off Ron faster than he could
protest. And then he raised the hand to his lips, kissed the manly, scarred,
roughened knuckles and slid the ring into place.

�Well. That�s going to give Mum something to comment on,�
Ron�s face dazzled once more and he leapt to his feet. Severus followed him up.

They looked at one another for a second before they were
caught up in a tight embrace. There was nothing soft about it, Severus�
knuckles were bleached white with the hard grip he held on Ron�s shoulder
blades. They weren�t even kissing; they had their faces buried in raven and
auburn hair respectively.

�Your ribs hurt?� Ron asked in a tight voice five minutes
later.

�Excruciatingly,� Severus gasped and they broke apart,
though Ron grabbed hold of Severus� hands.

�Thank you,� Severus said quietly, lowering his eyes to the
floor. �This whole year has been��

He trailed off when Ron put his hand over his mouth. �Nope. Nothing, Severus. Thank you
is enough. You don�t have to embarrass yourself with big words. I know,
alright?�

Severus wondered when the redhead had come to know him so
well, how he had known what it would cost him to say the words he�d been going
to aloud.

�Wine?� Ron pulled away to go for
more, but Severus only released one of his hands and he was forced to come back
in, in somewhat of a dance.

�Hmmmm,� Ron hooked one hand
around Severus� waist and lifted their joined hands out to the side. �That
reminded me of those fucking dance lessons.�

Severus gave a derisive snort. �I don�t dance, Weasley.�

�Don�t or can�t?� Ron challenged, knowing if he turned it into a competition
Severus would not be able to refuse.

�Don�t, I can dance perfectly� in my day Hogwarts had plenty
of formal balls that were compulsory attendance.�

�Really?� Ron asked, distracting
the older man with conversation as he worked them masterfully into a gentle
sway.

�Yes, they stopped around Charlie�s time, if I remember
rightly� too many students ill from spiked punch and weed in the cakes the
morning after.�

�Hmm, I shall have to ask brother dearest about that
tomorrow,� Ron smirked with narrowed eyes. �Sounds like something he would have
enjoyed.�

�Your brother smokes?�

�Charlie does a hell of a lot of things he doesn�t tell Mum
and Dad, why do you think he moved so bloody far away?� Ron laughed. �Not
dangerous amounts. Just enough for a buzz.�

�Well, it had been happening for years, but his generation
were stupid enough to get caught.�

�What are you implying, Severus Snape? That you may have
partaken in dodgy baked goods? Rebel!� Ron looked at
him with mock indignation as he leant him slightly backwards.

�Why am I the woman here?� Severus looked up at him with
glittering eyes, abruptly changing the subject.

�Longer hair, you�re the woman,� Ron grinned down at him and
then flipped the thin man back up.

�Your dance instructor was right, you are very good,�
Severus conceded.

�Not so bad yourself sir, your upper frame needs a little
work though.�

�Did you seriously just
tell me that, Weasley?�

Ron laughed. �No.�

�You haven�t even had the courtesy to put any music on.�

�We�re too good for music,� Ron broke out of the formal hold
and locked his arms around Severus� neck.

�You young creatures and your odd ways,� Severus sighed.

�I�m not exactly young, Severus, twenty-eight in March,� Ron
made a face.

�You don�t look a day over twenty-one.� Severus kissed his
forehead. �Does it not bother you that with each passing day I inch closer to
fifty?�

�Hell no,� Ron frowned. �I�m planning the mother of all
parties, just so you know.�

�Absolutely not,� Severus glared.

�There�ll be wine,� Ron cajoled.

�How much wine?�

�Enough to get you so trashed you won�t remember you�re at a
party.�

�Whatever happened to growing old gracefully, I wonder?�

�No chance with us lot around,� Ron jerked his head at the photoframe shelf. �For Dad�s fiftieth we took him to a
Crazy Golf course and ended up in the pub. My dad can handle tequila shots
better than me, that�s shameful.�

�I bet he didn�t
kiss Harry bloody Potter,� Severus smirked.

�And for Mum�s,� Ron ignored him with a little rhythmic
wiggle of his hips, �We all went on holiday to Spain for a week and got very,
very drunk on Sangria which helped with the fact half of us got serious
sunstroke.�

�All this was after the war?� Severus smiled.

�Yeah, well, like we could have afforded it beforehand,� Ron
snorted. �So yeah� big birthdays are celebrated in our house.
George�s thirtieth next year and he�ll want to celebrate like Fred would have
done� which means a lot of booze, indoor fireworks and pranks everywhere� and
you�re now a part of this family, and you won�t escape, y�hear
me?�

Severus groaned. �I heard you but I was too distracted by
your blasted hip action.�

�Oh yeah, my dance instructor complimented my hip action a hell of a lot.�

�What dance did you learn for the wedding?�

�Boring waltz. I never saw the
point, just for show. A first dance should be between the two of you, wrapped
so tight around one another it�s almost indecent, to a song which is yours.�

�Rather like this, you mean?� Severus whispered.

�We don�t have a song,� Ron pointed out.

�Well maybe just like with everything else, we don�t need
the words.�

�Going to be a bloody quiet life if we never need words,�
Ron commented after a moment of silence.

�You are maddening,� Severus growled.

�You told me that almost a year ago exactly and you�re still
around,� Ron slipped a hand down to grab a palmful of
arse.

�I suppose,� Severus drawled in his ear. �I have a favour to
ask of you.�

�Oh, Severus, of course
I�ll plough you into the next year,� Ron smirked.

�We�ll come back to that part later, but no� I�� Severus
took a deep breath. �I need to come to terms with certain things still. Will
you read something to me, if I ask you?�

�Like what?� Ron frowned and pulled back.

�What is the one book in your case that I have not touched
since I moved in?� Severus gestured at the lined shelves.

Ron swallowed and his eyes fell over the copy of Hogwarts: A History.

�Are you sure?� he whispered in shock, fingering the ring on
his hand.

�No,� Severus answered quietly. �But I�ll be damned if I let
that book beat me, Ron.�

Despite his words, Ron could see the fear in Severus� eyes.

�I�ll do it, Severus,� he reached for his hand. �On one condition.�

Severus arched one eyebrow in question.

�Lay under the tree with me and look at the lights for a
bit? It�s fake, there aren�t any squirrels��

There was a curt nod, and a smile; Severus turned away, his
hair swishing as he moved, and Ron was drenched in a waft of jasmine in a room
full of Christmas. He fingered the ring on his hand once more, smiled his own
smile, and moved forward to while away the remaining minutes of Christmas Eve
beneath their tree.

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