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***
So. Wonderful end to the year. Stuck
in a holding cell with no privacy, hands tied together and lying on a bed
harder than the fucking ground. Just wonderful.
Severus was
lying on his back in the cell, dingily lit and unoccupied other than himself
and the steady drip from the disgusting water fountain in the corner. He stared
at the grubby ceiling and chewed on the inside of his bottom lip. Nobody had
been near his cell for two hours, they’d bought him
in, forced him to sign the acceptance of his arrest and left him alone with his
hands tied together. At least they’d had the good grace to wait until they were
away from Ron to take his wand and bind him. The young witch that had done so
had continued looking apologetic, even as she’d walked away from him. With a
jerk, Severus realised she was a Hogwarts graduate from around six years ago. Typical. Locked up by someone you fucking taught.
He shifted uncomfortably on the metal bed and his thoughts turned back to Ron,
and what he must be going through.
Everything
had moved, like everything else in their relationship, with alarming pace since
he’d opened the summons that morning. Severus wondered if anything would ever
be slow for them again. Even his hearing would rush up with indecent haste.
That would be fine; if the outcome was that he walked free. Should he be
anything else, Severus would hate the way time leapt forward. His heartbeat
increased in his chest as he thought of all the negative outcomes that could
happen. Azkaban was the most obvious. Thrown in a cell to rot
with Dementors as his only company. Execution was almost preferable to
that, he supposed with a swallow, though it made him feel sick to consider all
that he would leave behind. They could let him off leniently with hefty fines,
which would be no problem to pay if he were only lucky enough to get off with
that.
He wasn’t
stupid enough to assume he would just walk away scot free. He knew something
would come of his arrest and the allegation made. Whilst he knew he should have
faith in Albus in pulling something out of his very old hat, he couldn’t muster
the hope, yet again. But then again I
said that with Ron, and when he came back to me I knew I’d been hoping all
along… shit. So if Severus was hoping to escape punishment, when the blow
fell it would be doubly hard to deal with. Nothing would be harder than seeing
Ron’s devastated face in the family gallery. That’s if they don’t corrupt him and convince him the allegations are
real.
Oh, now
that thought really got his heart thudding at his ribcage. Who ‘they’ were,
Severus couldn’t really place in his mind, but he knew that the fear was very
real within him. Ron would be upset, hurt… he just hoped that anyone who
disliked their relationship wouldn’t be vindictive enough to stick the knife in
when they were down, and for some reason Potter’s face swam in front of his
eyes. Potter wouldn’t do that to Ron. He
might hate me but he loves Ron… and he knows I helped him in the end…
Severus
groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. His shoulder was aching where his hands
were so tightly bound together. He was trying to ignore it when he heard
footsteps approaching and the jangling of keys accompanied by voices. He didn’t
sit up, though, he remained lying down, and only even opening his eyes when the
voices stopped at the cell gate and the key entered the lock.
“Severus,”
he sat up when he heard Albus’ voice and he blinked in the new harsh light of
the cell.
“Albus,” he
nodded, looking from him to the other people that had come in with him.
“Severus,
this is just a formality,” Kingsley Shacklebolt shook his head with obvious
regret and sympathy.
Severus was
a bit shocked the new Minister for Magic himself had bothered to come down to
the cells and talk to him. Do not hope.
“The red
tape all went through before I had the chance to stop it,” he explained, as a
table was being set up with parchment, a transcribing quill and a glass of
water was set out. “The arrest warrant should never have even gotten out of the
paperwork office. Old habits die hard, I suppose, when your boss is a murderer
you do your job well…”
“I think
its best it did,” Albus stroked his beard. “May I remove the binding, Kingsley?
I’d imagine Severus’ shoulder is starting to ache by now.”
“Of
course,” Kingsley waved his hand and did it himself. “Maybe you’re right,
Albus. When the allegation was made it was very clear this person would go to
the press if we were not seen to be taking them seriously. I hope you
understand, Severus?”
Severus
nodded mutely with a swallow. All he wanted was to get back home to Ron.
“I’m afraid
we still need to veritaserum, you realise?” Kingsley said in the same
sympathetic tone as before. “We need to be seen to be following the proper
channels. We can’t look like we’re a pushover government.”
“No, of
course not,” Severus got shakily to his feet, running his shoulder in a circle
in the joint, trying to stop the gnawing feeling. “I completely understand.
Albus, have you seen Ron, is he alright?”
“Fairly
distraught,” Albus shook his head. “As any of us would be, though, I suppose.”
“I am so sorry,” Kingsley closed his eyes. “As if that poor
man hasn’t been through enough this past year.”
“Well
whoever made the allegation clearly intended him to go through more,” Severus
said, finding his voice more firmly. “If I am released with a clear veritaserum
record, I can trust you’ll follow up the accusations and punish accordingly?”
“Absolutely,”
Kingsley motioned with his hands.
“The
hearing will still go ahead?” Severus asked further, hugging himself across the
chest. He was freezing and he wanted a hot bath with Ron in his arms and the
dog curled up snoring on the floor.
“Yes,
again, the proper channels,” Kingsley said. “But I will be chairing the hearing
as the head, Albus will be your defence, and we will call witnesses.”
“You
already seem awfully convinced of my innocence,” Severus said quietly. “Not
that I’m not thrilled of course, but still…”
“Albus’
word is good enough for me,” Kingsley shook his head. “Who he trusts, I trust. Now. Sit down, lets get this underway and we can get you out
of here to a more comfortable cell. Bending the bail restriction would look
bad, so I can’t. But I can put you somewhere better than a tin can and you’d be
able to have some visits arranged.”
The thought
of seeing Ron as opposed to not until the 9th of January spread
warmth through his chest. He sat in the chair Kingsley pointed to and sighed.
He knew that anything personal between him and Ron was about to come out in the
wash for the Ministry to hear.
“If you
could drink, then,” the Ministry inquisitor indicated the glass and Severus
knocked it back and swallowed.
“Your full
name is Severus Rafaelle Snape?”
“Yes,”
Severus nodded, seeing Albus’ eyes twinkling in the corner. Bastard.
“And your birthdate is January 9th 1960?”
“Yes.”
“When was
the last Death Eater meeting you attended working as a spy for Albus
Dumbledore?”
“The second
of October, year before last,” Severus said instantly with the potion aiding
his memory.
“And you
hadn’t had any contact with Voldemort after that meeting?”
“There was
some brief correspondence that summer,” Severus answered. “And
a chance meeting with Bellatrix Lestrange that
Christmas, but nothing for the whole of this year until I came face to face
with them fighting at the Ministry.”
“What
happened when you faced him for the first time?”
“I was
duelling, and I saw Harry Potter fall, injured. I ran, picked him up. Remus
Lupin was next to me. Voldemort turned to me and told me he’d been waiting for
me to find him and he presumed I knew what he’d done to my ‘new lover’.”
“And you
didn’t?”
“No.”
Severus shook his head.
“You had no
idea of the involvement of Ron Weasley in a torture plan?”
“No,”
Severus repeated clearly.
“You are
bonded in matrimony to Ronald Bilius Weasley?”
“Yes.” Even
with the serum in him Severus couldn’t stop the smile at the thought, because
the potion made everything come easier.
“And you’re
in love with him?”
“Yes.”
Out of the
corner of his eye, Severus saw Albus stiffening, and two seconds later, he knew
why.
“You are aware that when you began your relationship, Ronald Bilius Weasley was still an official pupil at Hogwarts
School of Witchcraft and Wizardry?”
“Yes,”
Severus answered, breath quickening.
“Do you swear that there was no relationship happening between you before the
May of this year?”
“I swear
it.”
“Did you
have carnal relations with Ronald Bilius Weasley
before the annual Leaver’s Ball, when students officially cease to be under
school authority?”
“No,”
Severus answered, thanking Merlin and all his minions that he had made Ron
wait.
“But you
were, for want of a better word, ‘courting’ him in your private rooms within
the castle?”
“Yes,”
Severus felt himself blush, the serum making his body respond too easily to the
probing questions.
“Did you
allow him to share your bed in the period between May and July?”
“Yes.”
“I thought
this was purely to do with Severus’ alleged
involvement with Voldemort and the Death Eater organisation,” Albus
interrupted, making Severus jump.
The
inquisitor turned to him and replied, “Part of the allegation made was that the
relationship between the accused and Ronald Weasley started illicitly. We have
to question those accusations.”
He turned
back to Severus. “You allowed him to share your bed but there was no sexual
activity between you?”
“That is correct,”
Severus’ heart was sinking.
“Why not?”
Keep your fucking nose on your own face.
“Because I
insisted that we wait until Ron was no longer a student,” Severus answered and
he saw Albus relax again out of the corner of his eye. “I didn’t feel comfortable
jeopardising his future by having his exam results nulled
and voided. And I felt too much guilt over possibly breaking the terms of my
contract.”
“But you
were already doing so by courting him in your private rooms,” the inquisitor
said sardonically. “Surely you were tempted?”
“Of course
I was tempted, but temptation alone was not enough for me to risk his future.”
“Did you
touch him inappropriately?”
“No,”
Severus frowned.
“Did you
kiss him?”
“Yes.”
“So how did
you kiss him without touching him inappropriately as a teacher and guardian?”
“I suppose
you should ask him for a definition of inappropriately,” Severus said quietly.
“Only then will you have your answer.”
“He’s
awfully perceptive for someone drugged,” the inquisitor turned in his seat and
looked pointedly at Kingsley, who looked at Albus.
“He’s
always like it,” Albus held up his hands gently. “Severus is a very logical
soul. He’s not tricking your potion, however, because it’s impossible. Have you
ever known anyone trick you under the influence of veritaserum?”
The
inquisitor reluctantly shook his head. “But still. I’m not comfortable with the
answers he’s giving me.”
Albus
laughed. “Purely because he’s still competent? I think
that rather says more about you than him.”
“I think
that’s enough now,” Kingsley said, and waved his wand at Severus to lift he
effects of the potion.
Severus was
instantly thirsty and he coughed, his throat tickling.
“So what now?” He asked, feeling violated. He hadn’t expected
the barrage of questions about him and Ron, even though, yet again, he realised
he should have. Ron had even said they’d drag their relationship into it that
very morning. What on earth is happening
to me?
“We’ll move
you up to that much more accommodating room,” Kingsley smiled, and Severus desperately
looked into his face with a quick glance at the departing, grumbling
inquisitor. “Severus, you didn’t sexually violate anyone. You broke your
contract but if Albus saw fit to waive your punishment, and considering you
quit your job to care for Ron in the aftermath of his injuries… you have
nothing to worry about.”
“I don’t
like the way that man was looking at him,” Albus said softly. “I don’t like how
he didn’t trust the answers Severus gave.”
“He’s an
inquisitor,” Kingsley shrugged. “I pay him to be grumpy, stubborn and
repetitive. I’m sorry you had to go through that, Severus.”
“If he
causes trouble, you’ll have to follow up on it though, won’t you?” Severus
questioned, waving his hand. “You’ll have to be seen following the proper
channels.”
“Yes,”
Kingsley admitted, bracing himself on the back of the vacated chair and licking
his lips. “Do you think Ron would submit to veritaserum?”
“He
shouldn’t have to go through that!” Severus protested.
“I know,
but if he does, and he gives the testimony that nothing sexual happened before
he left Hogwarts, and then there will be no repercussions, will there? He’ll be
coming in to testify privately against Lucius Malfoy anyway, won’t he? We could
do it then.”
“Can I be
there?” Severus asked immediately.
“No,”
Kingsley shook his head next to Albus doing the same. “That wouldn’t be fair.
Would you have wanted Ron to witness you going through that?”
“No,”
Severus admitted, and rubbed his hands over his eyes.
“Come on,”
Kingsley smiled warmly. “It’s freezing this far down. Let’s get you up in
warmer room and get you something to drink. I know that stuff leaves you
gagging.”
***
Ron was
curled up on his old bed with George tucked into his side. Neither of them was
asleep. Though George had only been with them a short while, he was already
fully engrained into their odd little family and Ron knew the dog could sense
that all was not well. He lazily stroked his ear and muttered, “I can’t believe
they’ve locked him up, George. I mean… is anything else going to go up the
spout for us?”
He thought
a little more and exhaled. “Are these signs? Signs that it’s not meant to work
out for us?”
The dog
lifted its head and growled at him. “Okay, so you’re not a fan of the signs
idea. Good, that makes me feel better. I didn’t want to believe it either. I
can’t believe the cheek of that little Malfoy prick, I could kill him. If
Severus goes to Azkaban maybe I will.” Another growl from George had Ron weakly
smiling. “Alright, I won’t kill him. Then you’d have lost both your fathers and
be an orphan, which’d just be cruel.”
He was
interrupted by the door swinging open and Harry stamping in. “THAT MALFOY PRICK
IS GOING TO FUCKING PAY.”
“Thanks for
the support, Harry,” Ron shifted his legs back on the bed so Harry could sit
down.
“I can’t
believe this. I’ve just come from the ministry, I’ve seen Severus.”
“You have?”
Ron sat upright and looked at him, agog.
“Well they
weren’t going to let you in there, were they? But I’m the golden boy at the
minute and they let me in. They’ve moved him from the holding cells into a
better cell. He’s still under arrest though.”
“Is he
okay?” Ron’s voice broke with emotion.
“He’s terrified, I’m not going to lie to you,” Harry’s shoulders sagged. “He
tried to act all big and hard about it but he’s terrified, Ron. During the
veritaserum questioning they asked him about you and when your relationship
started. It was part of Malfoy’s allegation.”
A groan
escaped Ron’s lips and he threw his head back in exhausted exasperation. “Oh my God. So what? They’re going to trump him up on
allegations of sexual abuse of a “minor”?”
“They
can’t, because you were of age when even Malfoy accused it of happening. All
they can do is look to Dumbledore, and Dumbledore gave it the okay.”
“Wouldn’t that cast bad light on him, though, jeopardise his position as
Headmaster?”
“Severus
said as much to me, he thinks that’s what’s going to happen… they want you to
go in, and submit to questioning about Severus as well as Lucius Malfoy. If you
comply with his statement, it’ll be piss in the wind.”
“The
problem with pissing in the wind, Harry, is that sometimes it comes back and
hits you in the face,” Ron’s face clouded over. “Do you have any idea what they
asked him?”
Harry shook
his head. “No. But I’d imagine it’d be stuff like ‘did you touch him
inappropriately?’”
“But that
depends on whose definition of inappropriately you’re using!” Ron burst out,
face growing hot with anger.
“I know, I know,” Harry held up his hands in a placating gesture. “But still.
It might help if you do it?”
“Anything
to get him home with me,” Ron said desperately. “I can’t bear the thought of
him going to Azkaban for… or being…”
“He will
not be executed,” Harry shook his head. “If I have to sit there and go through
veritaserum and god knows what myself, I won’t let
that happen to you. I heard Kingsley admit even if I’d not killed Voldemort and
he’d been captured, they still wouldn’t have immediately executed, if at all…
which seems daft to me, but there we go. Severus isn’t a monster.”
“I never
thought I’d hear you say that,” Ron blinked at him.
“I won’t
able to lie under the serum that I don’t have my reservations,” Harry muttered.
“Or if they ask me about my feelings with my parents where
he’s concerned.”
“I wouldn’t
expect you to lie,” Ron said quietly. “I wouldn’t ask that of you. It’s more
than I expected that you’re still around, to be honest.”
“I know,”
Harry shrugged. “But I’m not quitting now.”
***
Severus
groaned and rolled over onto his stomach, wrapping his arms around the thin
pillow before thumping his head down on it. He’d been locked in the room for
twenty four hours now, with no visitors except Potter and Albus, both equally
annoying and yet somehow supportive.
I want Ron. The miserable thought was on replay
in his head and he ran his finger over his wedding band for what felt like the
millionth time. He’d only been locked up for a day and he was already nearly
out of his mind with boredom. He’d even given up continuously worrying, which
was saying something. Now he knew he’d wear the ring out if he rubbed it much
longer. But it was the only tie to Ron he had with him, bar the note Albus had
slipped him, in the entire room.
He closed
his eyes and thought of his husband, long, lanky, redheaded in all senses. The
smell of him came to his nose and his heart gave a thump out of time. I miss you.
It was
quite clear that if he was sent to Azkaban he would go mad in a matter of days.
He would never last. If he was losing his mind in this comfortable, warm room
with access to toilet facilities and food and drink on request, he didn’t want
to think how quickly he’d fail against freezing stone walls, no bed, a pot in
the corner of the room and nothing to eat or drink for days on end. Though he
knew that Albus was pushing for better treatment in Azkaban, he was unlikely to
get it. He was about as unlikely to get the dementors removed as the guardians.
He
shuddered as he thought of them, taking away the happiness from his mind and
leaving him with only the worst. And what made it more terrifying for him was
that he probably had more of his fair share of hideous memories to re-live
amongst the evil fog of the dementors. Firstly the abuse suffered at the hands
of his father, his death, his mother’s suicide, losing Lily, the misery never
fading from that, never being able to love properly and knowing he’d caused
Remus even more heartache after losing Sirius to Azkaban… then the long years
of loneliness until he’d found Ron, and then the harrowing days of watching Ron
waste away before he came back to him. Yes. His depression would have a field
day in Azkaban. He tried to swallow away the sick feeling in his stomach as he
held in a shaky breath. He had refused to cry and he would not. It wouldn’t do
any good at all.
Instead he
closed his eyes properly and thought of Ron there with him, massaging his hand
across his back, whispering comforting words into his ear. He’d tell me he loved me. He’d
rub along my spine and massage each joint. He’d kiss the nape of my neck and
inhale the scent off my hair. Then he’d straddle me and give me a proper
massage, resting over my arse and pressing down with those toned, strong arms
of his. And he’d lean down on top of me and rub his crotch on me, because he’s
Ron and he’s perpetually horny. With a jolt Severus realised he was
exciting himself in a way which would be embarrassing if anyone were to walk
through the door at that moment.
What’s the point of caring? You’re
embarrassed enough…
The thought was very tempting. He had every single sexual encounter of his and
Ron’s stored on file in his brain ready for recollecting whenever he needed
them. The touch of his fingers, the lick of his tongue, the
suck of his mouth. It was all stored in Severus’ mind and he had never
realised he’d been doing it, making a mental catalogue of their exploits
together. If anyone mind-spied him they’d see memories from the night of the
Ball onwards.
I cannot believe my future rests
upon the definition of ‘inappropriate’. Unfuckingbelievable. He
jumped as the door swung open and Albus came in.
“How was
your night, Severus?” He asked, taking in his loose positioning on the bed and
the tiredness in his face.
“Safe to
say I’ve had better,” Severus sat up; glad he’d not decided to give the
mattress a good seeing to. “I don’t think I shut my eyes all night. But I did
go just a little bit madder.”
“Imprisonment
would be absolute hell for you, wouldn’t it?” Albus sighed, sitting down on the
bed next to him. “Luckily, I really don’t think it’s going to go that far.
Ron’s giving his interview under veritaserum at the moment, and I think everything’ll go smoothly. They gave him a different
inquisitor to you, so that it’s a fair interview and he’s not pressed into
anything. And when he’s done, they’re going to give you an hour.”
“Oh
Merlin,” Severus breathed a sigh of happiness. “Really?
A whole hour?”
“They
wouldn’t have been so generous but Kingsley is really pressing them as much as
he can for you.”
“Did he
comment on the interview after you left me here yesterday?”
“He did. He
asked me whether I minded my reputation taking a bit of a battering by
permitting a pupil-teacher relationship.”
“And what
did you say?” Severus gripped the pillow nervously, realising he was still
holding it.
“I told Kingsley that my reputation has had far worse sullying than that, and
had it not been so close to the end of term and had the relationship been
conducted differently, I would have had no hesitation in stepping in, expelling
Ron and sacking you.”
“Would you
have?” Severus asked, looking at the pillow.
Albus just gave a minute shake of his head and sighed. “Ron looked very
determined as he went in to his interview. I understand Harry came and saw you
yesterday?”
“Yes.”
“It’s
useful he’s so well received at the moment,” Albus admitted. “It will sway in
your favour should things take a downturn.”
“How much
of a chance is there of that?” Severus asked quietly.
“It all
depends on if Ron is able to speak honestly in his interview.”
With
perfect timing, there was a sharp rapping on the door which then opened without
words. Kingsley entered the room with a nod at Dumbledore, who relaxed and got
to his feet, but Severus could only look at Ron, who was tall behind Kingsley,
looking smart with a worried expression on his face.
“I’ve got
you one hour,” Kingsley looked between them, and motioned Dumbledore out of the
room.
Ron moved to embrace Severus but he held a finger to his lips and pressed his
ear to a closed door. Ron ghosted to the bed and sat down on it. Outside the
door Severus could only hear snatches of the conversation so he gave up and
turned round and looked at Ron on the bed before throwing himself at him.
As they
rolled around, a tangle of limbs and fevered kisses, Severus thought he
actually might burst. “I’ve missed you so much.”
Ron kissed
him deeply and broke off to gasp for a while, before straightening his body to
properly embrace Severus.
“24 hours is longer than I ever want to go without seeing you in my life
again.” He said fervently. “I’ve not slept a second since they took you.”
“Me either,” Severus whispered. “How did the questioning go?”
“I just
told the truth,” Ron shook his head. “I told them you’d not touched me sexually
before I was no longer a student, and that anything before that depended
entirely on their definition of ‘inappropriate’, considering we’re both of age
and I wasn’t really under your instruction any more, considering we only had
three actual teaching classes left together at the time, before the exam study
leave kicked in.”
“You told
them the part about definition under the serum?” Severus raised his eyebrows.
Ron nodded.
“Well, it does!”
“That’s
exactly what I told them,” Severus bit his lip. “Oh Christ I hope it doesn’t
look like we somehow managed to confer?”
“They also
asked me about my love for you, and how you treated me just before the attack.”
“They
bought up the broken ribs?” Severus blushed.
“Oh yes.
But I fought them off on that, and explained the karaoke in detail, even gave
them the details if they want to check the alcohol tab from that night. They
seemed stunned that I could give it to them all.”
Severus
kissed him. “I’m not allowing myself to hope,” he admitted to Ron, closing his
eyes. “I’m assuming the worst so anything better seems like a miracle.”
“A risky game to play,” Ron tutted. “But then I’ve told you that before.”
“I know you
have,” Severus kissed him again. “But I don’t want to get cocky and find myself
kissing a dementor next week.”
Ron’s face
crumpled at his words and he moaned in desperation. “I will just… die, if they
do it.”
“You bloody
will not,” Severus said fiercely. “Lets not talk about that… we have an hour
and I want to see you smile, Ron.”
“Not
likely,” he shook his head. “Even George is miserable without you.”
“He misses
me?” Severus felt his heart prick up at the thought of the puppy. Poor George, he must be so confused.
“He’s not
himself,” Ron shrugged. “Just like me without you. I’m not whole and apparently
neither is the dog.”
Severus
kissed him and wrapped his arms around him protectively. “You’re still with
Molly and Arthur, aren’t you?”
Ron nodded.
“They’re being really great. You’d laugh if you could see my family. They’re
all striding round in a crisis situation, very seriously faced and Bill and my
dad had to restrain the twins from going and finding Malfoy. They actually had
to use full body binds, they were so insistent they were ripping his head off
in your honour.”
Severus
smiled and Ron returned one to him. “They’re all rooting for you. Remus is
giving an official statement with Harry about what happened at the end, and
Dean and my old boss are going to testify about your near constant presence at
my deathbed,” Ron sighed dramatically. “Everyone is pulling together for us,
Severus. It’s amazing to see. Even those I thought hated our relationship –like
Harry and Fred, they’re doing everything they can for us.”
“I’m glad,”
Severus whispered, throat constricting and feeling the burn of tears in his
eyes. Do not cry.
“You can
have a cry, if you like,” Ron raised an eyebrow with a smirk. “I’ll bet my left
testicle you haven’t yet because you don’t think it’ll do you any good.”
And that
opened the floodgates. Severus shoved his face into Ron’s shoulder and cried it
out quietly, Ron stroking his hair murmuring encouragement and love.
“I know, I
know it’s scary,” he muttered, kissing the hair which was already looking dirty
and stringy, like it used to before Severus had starting washing it more
frequently for him.
They laid
there until the tears had subsided and Severus felt able to show his face
again. Ron kissed him on the nose and whispered, “There. I bet you feel better
now.”
“I don’t,”
Severus said defiantly, shaking his hair back off his face and sniffing. “I
hate crying.”
Ron laughed
and kissed him again, shifting so that Severus was lying beneath him and they
were embraced in a closeness which would look indecent to anybody coming
through the door. “We still have forty minutes,” Ron checked his watch.
“What time
is it?” Severus frowned, realising that he had no idea.
“It’s
twenty past twelve,” Ron kissed him. “They let me in at twelve.”
“Why is
that time with you just slips through my fingers?” Severus breathed, reaching
up to stroke his face.
“Because
I’m fucking great,” Ron grinned at him, and kissed him cheekily. “I certainly
hope I’m worth this torment.” The cocky façade faded from his face slightly.
“You are,”
Severus shook him a little. “Worth every second.”
“You know,”
Ron slid his shoe off his foot, thanking Merlin for buying ones without laces,
“If we’ve got forty minutes…” he slid his toes over Severus’ ankle, then
dragged them slowly up, taking the leg of his jeans with them. “I don’t like to
think of you in here all alone, with nothing to do… I’d at least like you to
have something to keep you feeling warm.” Ron ducked his head and kissed
Severus’ throat, sliding his foot back down to smooth over the soft skin of
Severus’ ankle once again.
“Mmm,” was
the only response Severus could get out of his mouth.
He’d been begging for that touch all night long, and now it was finally there
on his body, he couldn’t deny it.
Ron pushed
him down properly onto his back and kept his foot massaging on the leg, whilst
rolling slightly to free his right hand. Severus shifted accordingly and Ron
put his hand between them, slipping under his shirt whilst keeping his other
hand tightly in Severus’ hair. Severus pressed into him and went to touch Ron’s
face, but found his wrist accosted by hungry lips which kissed intimately
across his pulse point, licking softly, creeping up into the palm of his hand
and placing a wet kiss there, before Ron bent down to kiss Severus properly.
“We
shouldn’t,” Severus breathed. “If someone comes in…”
“Then they
will see a married couple doing what comes naturally to married couples,” Ron
reached down and undid the button on Severus’ jeans and slid down the zipper.
“We’re no different to anybody else, just because of our age or our gender.”
And then he
was gone, face pressed into Severus’ crotch and licking through the fabric of
his underwear. The heat flushed in Severus’ face again as Ron peeled it back
and instead licked a trail on the revealed flesh, pressing his nose into the
dark curls of pubic hair he found there and capturing the tip of his erection
in his mouth with a gentle sucking motion.
“Oh god,”
Severus muttered, raising a hand to run it through his greasy hair and looking
down his chest to see Ron lapping away at the tip of his cock for all the world
like it was a lollipop he truly enjoyed the taste of.
“Shut up
and commit this to memory,” Ron grinned, before turning his face parallel to
Severus’ body and taking half of the erection in his mouth, pausing to lick the
sides, before taking it into his mouth completely.
“Uugh,” Severus was trying to keep quiet, knowing there was
only a door separating them from the Ministry officials on the other side. But
it was hard work. Ron was properly sucking him down with all the noise and
saliva he could muster, knowing he’d leave Severus messy but that the orgasm
would be better for it. He pulled up and returned his attention to the tip
again, tasting the salty pre-come on his lips as he did so. Like normal, it
sent him into a frenzy and he attacked with renewed
vigour, curling his hand around the bottom of the shaft and pumping with a
strong fist as he sucked. It had its desired effect. Severus’ hands screwed up
the thin sheets next to his hips as he arched upwards, his orgasm searing
through his cock in a deep burn which had him biting his lip bloody in the
effort not to scream out. Ron quickly swallowed and cleaned up Severus as well
as he could, knowing that he wasn’t likely to be able to be showered as much as
he’d like. He pulled up, wiped his mouth, and re-arranged Severus’ clothes,
before falling down next to him, kicking off his other shoe and cuddling into
Severus’ body in his own special way.
“You made
yourself bleed,” he chided, seeing Severus’ bitten lip. “Lick it off.”
“I hate the
taste of blood,” Severus reached up to wipe it away but Ron pushed his hand
off, before leaning up and sucking the blood off of his bottom lip in a manner
more sensual than Severus ever could have foreseen someone sucking his blood to
be. Ron sucked a little harder to try and break the flow, then
pulled back, licking his lips.
“Blood and semen, what a day you’re having,”
Severus whispered with a hint of a grin, darting out his tongue to check it had
stopped, which it had.
Ron
snuggled into him and rubbed his toes along his ankle bone softly, intimately.
He wanted everything to be intimate, he wanted to show Severus how much he
adored him in the short space of time they had available to them.
“Your feet
are awfully active today,” Severus commented, wrapping his arms around Ron and
closing his eyes in bliss.
“They want
you home like the rest of me,” Ron smiled at him with a little chuckle.
“Severus… can I ask something?”
“Anything,”
he whispered, bringing their faces closer together and looking at Ron curiously.
“If… if they send you Azkaban, what’ll happen to me as your husband? What’ll
happen to the house and your assets?”
“If the
Ministry sees fit to seize them, they’ll do so. But if not –and I really don’t
think they would- they are all set to turn over to you with power of attorney.”
Ron gazed
at him, a little shocked. “Everything?”
“Everything,”
Severus frowned. “Why… where did you think they’d go?”
“I didn’t… I just wasn’t sure if you’d done all that.”
“I did it
the day after we got married.”
“And what about me?” Ron asked tremulously. “What happens to me?”
“Then… you
live your life the best you can on what I’ve left you, and if they take that
away, go back to your parents until I get out.”
“Okay,” Ron
nodded, closing his eyes, as content with the explanation as he could be under
the circumstances. “They can’t break the bond on the rings, can they?”
“No, only
the participants can do that in the presence of the registrar. They can’t do
anything to our bond.”
“They’d
take your ring off you as you were going in, I presume?” Ron found it with his
hand and stroked over the metal.
“Probably.
If it comes to that, I’ll take it off and throw it at you so they don’t get
their claws on it.”
“I really
hope they don’t send you to Azkaban,” Ron breathed, and kissed Severus again,
clutching him tightly.
“So do I,”
Severus breathed. “My worst nightmare… being left
alone with my depressive thoughts.”
“I know
this… I know this’ll sound weird but I’m kind of hoping you’ll think of the bad
times with me,” Ron said quietly.
“What?”
“When
Sirius was in Azkaban, he said he kept the memory of knowing he’d been framed
of all those murders to keep him sane. It wasn’t a happy memory, so he couldn’t
lose it to the dementors, but it wasn’t a miserable one… it was just what kept
him going. I was thinking if you focused on those days you spent, not knowing
whether I’d live or die, when you didn’t know our future… maybe they could keep
you sane if you have to go.”
“I don’t
like to think of Sirius Black having done me any favours,” Severus breathed.
“But I’ll admit he might just have done.”
Ron laughed, a true laugh which rang up into Severus’ ears and
made his heart sing. Romantic
loser.
“I’m glad I
said it, then,” Ron smiled softly and looked into Severus’ eyes, as though
trying to find the bottom at the deep black pools.
Minutes
slipped away from them as they lay entangled, simply staring into one another’s
eyes, blinking gently, and breathing together, unable to find any more words to
say. And that was how Albus and Kingsley found them, fifteen minutes later when
they knocked on the door and opened it, bringing with them the unwelcome news
that Ron’s visiting time was up and that he had to vacate the cell.
Ron heaved
himself up and hoped that Severus didn’t see the tears that spilled from his
eyes as he did so, hastily wiping them away as he put his shoes back on,
unaware that Severus was performing the same actions with his face turned away
on the bed.
“We’ve managed
to get the hearing moved forward,” Kingsley said, and Ron’s head snapped up at
that. “To get this horrible business over and done with.”
Ron
straightened and leaned over to place a kiss on Severus’ forehead, where he sat
despondently on the bed. “I love you,” he said firmly. “And remember what I
said. I’ll give George a cuddle and say it’s from you.”
He nodded
and walked out of the open door with a little wave, face giving way to proper
tears as he knew he’d passed out of Severus’ sight. He waited for Albus and
Kingsley.
“This is
ridiculous,” Kingsley muttered, back in the room. “Nobody looks at another
person like you two are unless you truly love each other. The first thing I’m
going to do as Minister is kill red tape, I’m telling you. Severus. Can we get
you anything?”
Severus
shook his head, unable to answer.
“I think we’d best go,” Albus looked carefully at Severus’ face, “I think he
needs to be alone.”
And he was
right, because as soon as the door was shut, Severus was face down howling into
the miserably thin pillow.
Out in the
corridor, Ron wiped his face on the handkerchief Albus handed him with a sad
smile.
“The
hearing will be the day after tomorrow,” Kingsley informed him, trying to look
anywhere but his teary face.
“Was my
interview alright?” Ron blew his nose loudly and finally felt able to look
people in the face again. “I mean, were the responses deemed suitable?”
Albus
laughed. “Apart from the fact you gave the exact same answer as Severus to one
of them?”
“Yeah, he
told me about that,” Ron smiled sheepishly. “I never really believed him when
he said we were morphing into one another but I suppose it’s true.”
“The
answers were more than satisfactory,” Kingsley said, and Ron sneezed, missing
the fact that Kingsley was about to continue but Albus shot him a warning look.
When Ron
looked up again, both men were looking elsewhere. “So I can go now?” Ron asked
with a tentative smile. “I hope you understand but I have to get out of here.
Knowing he’s on the other side of this wall,” he reached back and touched it,
“And yet I can’t see my own husband… it’s driving me insane.”
“Go,”
Kingsley shook his head regretfully. “Give my love to your mother and father.
I’ll arrange for you to have another hour on the morning of the hearing? It’s
scheduled for eleven so if you see him at ten, help him smarten up a little, I
think it would help him.”
“Of
course,” Ron nodded, and extended his hand. “I really appreciate the leniency
you’re giving us.”
“It’s
nothing,” Kingsley said in a hushed voice, shaking Ron’s hand and waving
dismissively with his other. “Now go home and get some sleep, you look dead on
your feet.”
Ron nodded
and walked slowly away from them with a nod at Albus. Both men watched his
retreating back.
“I don’t
like this,” Albus muttered quietly. “Entrusting their fate to
the vote.”
“Well you
know what I’ll have to do if I end up having the casting vote, and it’s your
decision what happens.”
Albus
stiffened and walked away with a solemn face.
***
Severus
didn’t know how long he laid there with his face buried in the sopping pillow,
hands twisting the sheets in anxiety. It felt like Ron had been gone forever,
and yet the touch of his toes on Severus’ ankle bones still burned torturously,
reminding him of what had been, and he could smell him on the sheets and feel
him in his arms. He was going to go mad, he knew it. His visit from Ron had
actually made it worse for him, although he’d cherished every second he’d been
there.
There was a knock on the door, he knew it would be someone either bringing food
or offering him a trip to the toilet. His face must be a mess but he also
really needed the toilet, so he called out his assent and pushed himself
backwards off the bed. The door opened and he wiped his face reluctantly.
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