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Chapter List
- 1-Hold Me Now
- 2-Warm My Heart
- 1
- 2
***

Ron rolled
over in the bed and groaned at the ache in his ribs. He knew he was alone from
the way he was draped over the side of the bed which smelt overwhelmingly of
powdered cinnamon which was devoid of a body. But he could hear noise.

�Wake up,�
Severus� voice cut through the air like an alarm and Ron jolted up slightly,
the bright room blinding him.

�Urrrgh
what fucking time is it?� Ron asked, sleepily dragging a hand up and rubbing
his fingers into his closed eyes. �It better not be before nine Severus or I�m
seriously going to re-think this whole marriage thing.�

Severus�
laugh made him smile and he struggled into a sitting position, only to be
utterly floored by what was in front of him. On the trunk that sat at the end
of their bed, Severus had set down a tray laden with breakfast, all of Ron�s
favourite things �croissants with a honey pot next to them, a plate piled high
with bacon, sausages, eggs and beans and a pile of toast. Next to the
breakfast, and ultimately more shocking, was a huge bunch of flowers, wrapped
in cellophane and pink tissue paper.

�Er,
Severus,� Ron frowned. �Have you gotten a girlfriend and not told me?�

He was
further shocked by the laugh which met him, and he watched bemused as Severus
stepped out of his boots and jeans and crawled back into bed, the Prophet
tucked under his arm. He left the jumper on to retain some air of mystery.

�Seriously, what?� Ron turned to him, gobsmacked. �I mean� are you feeling
alright?�

�I feel in
perfect health,� Severus said nonchalantly, flipping open the paper as he
levitated over his cup of coffee and a piece of toast from the stack. He didn�t
say anything further as he looked down at the headlines in his lap and took a
bite of toast and then, immediately, a mouthful of coffee, mixing the two
together in his mouth.

�What�s in
the envelope?� Ron had finally noticed it on the edge of the tray.

�Open it and see,� Severus didn�t lift his eyes from a story about an errant
telephone box causing a stir in Preston which none of the Muggle Artefacts
office could stop from belching out swear words at passers by.

Ron eagerly
leant forward and snatched it up, missing Severus� sly glance at his perfectly
exposed backside as he did so. By the time Ron was back in place by the
pillows, Severus� wandering eyes were back on the paper. He heard the envelope
tear open and the resultant gasp.

�But you
said you were never coming to another Cannons match again?!� Ron sounded
thrilled. �Not after the last one!�

�I�m going
for the Harpies,� Severus turned over the front page, having finished his
toast. �Oh, would you look at that, there�s a sale at Gladrags.�

Ron groaned
in frustration at the fact that Severus wouldn�t let him gush over the kind
things he had done for him. Deciding to ignore it, he got out of the bed and
limped around to the flowers, and picked them up and took a deep sniff. �Mmm, lovely.�

�See,
there�s that girlfriend you were asking after,� Severus smirked and turned
another page.

Setting the
flowers back down, Ron turned his attention to the tray and levitated it
further up the bed before crawling back into the warm. He immediately sliced
open a croissant and drizzled the inside with honey
before in inhaling it in two bites. �Oh god, they�re still warm,� he muttered,
eyes closing at the heaven in his mouth.

Severus
reached out and grabbed one before he lost them all, not bothering to put
anything on it. They were sweet enough for him without adornment. He chewed
through it slowly, reading an article on a new law the ministry was passing
regarding the improved rights of so called �dark creatures� such as vampires
and werewolves. Hermione�s name was mentioned all over the article. She had
headed into the ministry with the same determination she�d fought all of his
derogatory homework marking with at Hogwarts and she was creating waves. If her
work was passed as legislation, it would be a significant jump to revoking the
Dark Creatures Act which prevented Remus from working in high-end professions.
Severus knew Hermione�s next plan of action was making sure only truthful, fair
literature was dispersed and taught at Hogwarts regarding the same creatures.
Severus felt guilty when he thought back on how he�d treated Remus in the year
they�d taught together. It had been his own bitterness that had caused it, not
his actual beliefs on werewolves.

�So tell
me,� Ron interrupted his thinking. �Why on earth have you cooked enough to feed
four and bought me what I can only presume is an extortionately expensive bunch
of flowers? Did you do something in the night which you need to apologise for?
I told you, everyone wets the bed sometimes, Severus,� his lips curled up
around a mouthful of bacon.

�That was
one time,� Severus was embarrassed enough to tear his eyes away from the paper
in his defence. �And at least that�s ALL I�ve done in the bed��

�I had a
stomach bug,� Ron said shiftily and swallowed his mouthful. �It doesn�t count.�

�The sheets certainly thought it counted,� Severus told him smugly.

�I�m trying
to eat here,� Ron stabbed another forkful and the tiny chain on his wrist
slipped and sent warmth up his arm.

�Honestly
though, I just thought you could do with a little bit of appreciation,� Severus
told him fairly. �The flowers were a test� didn�t know if you�d like that sort
of thing.�

�I actually
do,� Ron grinned at him. �Hate the idea that because I�m a bloke I�m not
allowed enjoyment of nice smells and pretty flowers.�

�Oh, so, should I not remind you of the merciless teasing you submitted me to
at Hogwarts on discovering my bubble bath collection?�

�That was
different. You were meant to be this big mean
hard-arse Professor and what did I find locked in the dark recesses of your
bathroom? Twenty kinds of bath foam. It was� disconcerting.�

Severus had
to laugh. He turned and picked up another croissant, bringing it to his mouth
instantly.

�They�re
great, though, thank you,� Ron leant over and placed a kiss on his cheek,
before turning his attention back to the food. �What did George get fed at the
baker�s this morning, then?�

�Sausage
roll,� Severus rolled his eyes and turned them back to the paper.

�Oi,� Ron
said suddenly. �Where are your glasses?�

�In the
kitchen,� Severus made no move and scowled in annoyance when he heard Ron
summon them and thrust them on top of the paper.

�Stick them
on,� Ron demanded.

�No, I can
read this just fine,� Severus brushed them off.

Ron raised
his wand at the wall opposite and put a message on it in small-ish, but not
tiny, letters. �If you can tell me what that says, you can read without them.�

Severus
looked up with an exasperated sigh and tried to focus on the wall. The words
were blurry. He could just about make out his name.

�So come on then, what does it say?�

�You�re
juvenile,� Severus sniffed, sensing it would be an insult.

�What does it say?� Ron repeated with an amused smirk on his face.

�Aargh, I
don�t know what it says. Happy?�

�Put the
glasses on and stop giving yourself a headache, and
then I�ll be happy,� Ron retorted, scooping up some scrambled egg and popping
into his mouth.

Severus
sulkily slid the sleek frames from their case and stuck them onto his face in
defeat. He looked over at the wall and nearly choked.

�Severus
Rafaelle Snape uses his tongue prettier than a hundred sickle an hour
prostitute?� He read off the wall, jaw hanging open.

�You do,�
Ron snorted, vanishing the words from the wall and
dropping his wand.

Severus
looked over the top the glasses at him.

�Don�t do
that, you look like bloody Hermione,� Ron scrunched up his face.

�She�s in
the paper again,� Severus flipped back a few pages and showed him. �She�s
certainly making a name for herself!�

�Mmm,� Ron
smiled with pride. �That�s our Hermione.�

�Don�t you ever wish you were up there with them? Doing the same, making a name
for yourself?� Severus asked interestedly.

Ron chewed
the mouthful of sausage he had and thought on his answer. �I do,� he sighed.
�In fact�I guess now might be the time to tell you I actually applied for a
position the other day,� he said rather sheepishly.

�You did
what?!� Severus� mouth was open again in astonishment. �Why on earth didn�t you
tell me?�

�Well, I
fully intended to,� Ron grinned. �I was planning my big announcement all the
way home from Bill�s until that tiny little mishap happened.�

�What have
you applied for?� Severus felt a strange mix of pride and anxiety that Ron, who
had been so fragile after his attack, was seemingly getting back on the horse.

�Well, I
just looked at my NEWTs again and the Outstanding in Potions sort of jumped off
the paper at me. I took that and my E in Herbology and applied for the position
of Trainee Brewer at the Apothecary in Diagon Alley��

�The
stinking one or the nice one, which sells things that�ll actually help people?�

�The nice
one,� Ron laughed. �It�ll probably come to nothing.�

�Like hell
it will,� Severus smirked. �I trained under the owner of that shop when I did
my teacher training for Hogwarts. He�ll know we�re married, he�ll also know
you�ve been around me whilst I work. He�ll be interviewing you before the week
is out.�

The smile
on Ron�s face became a little fixed and Severus realised how what he�d said
sounded like he expected Ron to get the job on Severus� personal merits and not
his own,

�I don�t
mean it that way,� he explained gently. �I just think it�ll help you. You�d
have a great shot without me, with those grades. And he�s a bloke with a sense
of humour, you�d get on. Just don�t ever, ever accept his elderflower tea. He
infuses it with ginger and I�m telling you now, it tastes like sick.�

Ron smiled
properly again and picked up his mug of tea for a drink. �Are you going to be
alright though? I mean� you�d be here all day by yourself if I get work.�

�Probably
time for my own big announcement, then,� Severus whispered sheepishly, and set
his glasses down on top of the paper. �You know how there are three relatively
small but weighty Wizarding Universities in the country?�

�The ones
that have all been hounding Hermione for entry since the second she left
Hogwarts, yeah?�

�Those are
the ones,� Severus nodded. He reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out a
letter. He handed it to Ron and waved at him to read it.

�They want
to employ you as a part-time advisor for the Potions research department at the
London Wizarding Academy?�
Ron�s eyebrows rose with surprise. �Fuck me they�re offering you part-time what
my Dad earns full-time in a year!� Ron�s eyes bugged out of his head in shock
and Severus flushed. �When did this come? Why didn�t you tell me? Are you going
to accept?�

�I was
planning how to tell you but you never quite made it home,� Severus bit into
his lip nervously. �And yes. I was going to accept.�

�We can afford my pony!� Ron beamed with a roaring laugh, and levitated the
tray out of the way as he threw himself on his husband, arms around his neck,
brimming with joy. �Seriously, that�s way cool. You�ll be a Professor again.�

Severus
smiled as he hugged Ron back; glad his news had gone down well. He�d been
worried about it, considering how Ron had reacted that first summer at the
prospect of Severus going back to Hogwarts.

�We won�t have to move, will we?� Ron pulled back. �You won�t have to live
there?�

�God no, I can apparate home and leave work at work when I do so,� Severus
said. �Be a first, being able to teach and then not have to face those people
for breakfast, lunch, dinner and everything in between.�

�Though without that you�d never have met me,� Ron tweaked him on the end of
the nose and threw himself back down on the bed to continue his breakfast.

�It was
worth sixteen years of torture just for you at the end,� Severus smiled and chucked
the letter down on the table next to the bed. �Maybe if I�d known you�d show up
I wouldn�t have hated it so much.�

�Does Albus
know you�re giving your brilliant mind to someone else?�

�I daresay someone�s told him,� Severus snorted, internally thrilled at Ron�s
compliment. �He can�t have expected me to stay dormant forever though. Foolish
if he did.�

Ron
swallowed. �Well. Everyone thinks he�s fabulous but I�ll never forgive him.�

�You�re not
meant to,� Severus rolled his eyes. �You�re the dutiful husband.�

�Who had to pick up the pieces from his mistake?� Ron said indignantly. �Who
had to spend three hours calming you down when you thought my dressing gown on
the back of the bedroom door was a fucking dementor coming for your soul in the
middle of the night.�

�Oh you�re never going to let me live that down, are you?� Severus flushed red.

�Nope,� Ron
took a cheeky bite of toast and chewed. �At the time I was terrified. I can
laugh about it now though.�

Severus
scowled and took another croissant, surprising himself at how hungry he felt.
Ron had nearly cleared the tray of all the food and was brushing his hands
together and pushing back the sheets.

�I�m going
to haul my carcass to the bog,� he informed Severus bluntly. �And you�d better
be here when I come back.�

�Where am I
going to go in my boxers and your jumper?� was the eye rolled reply.

And Severus
was still there, reading the paper, glasses perched on
his nose, when Ron limped back into sight, holding a mug of coffee and tea in
each hand. He passed the coffee to Severus and set his own down on the table
nearest his side. And then he ripped the paper out of Severus� hands and threw
his arms around him.

�Well
aren�t you just a little naked bundle of joy?� Severus sighed, working his
glasses off his face and setting them down next to the mug. He hated that his
eyes had already begun to fail him as he read. I hate being old.

�You look
good in this,� Ron informed him. �And I love it when you tie your hair back
like that. Means you can�t hide behind it.�

�I don�t hide behind it,� Severus gave a little tut but snuggled closer into
Ron, again revelling in the compliments.

�You do,�
Ron said quietly, reaching up to tuck the strands of hair Severus had pulled
loose behind his ear. �You hide behind anything you can.�

It wasn�t
an unfair assessment, Severus knew. Ron was surveying him with a gaze which
told him that he wasn�t going to get off lightly in regards to their argument
the night before or his overly sentimental gestures that morning.

�So� last
night was pretty�� Ron didn�t fail him, looking nervous all of a sudden. �You
don�t normally storm off into the bedroom.�

�No,�
Severus conceded, letting his eyes fall into his lap.

�Was there
a reason why you did?�

�I was cross with you,� Severus hated how very lame that sounded.

�Well, I
was cross with you as well��

�But you
didn�t lock yourself anywhere,� Severus finished for him.

�Nope. But I did consider going out for a bit. But I didn�t because then you
would have won.�

�How could
there have been a winner or loser?� Severus frowned. �We weren�t arguing about
right or wrong��

�Oh
Severus, there�s always a winner and a loser,� Ron sighed. �Always.
Sometimes you let me win, and sometimes I let you win. And then like last
night, there�s the equivalent of a rare draw. I wasn�t going to let you chase
me out of the house with unpleasantness. I live here too.�

Severus
looked at him, bemused. �And does the winner or loser depend who apologised
first?�

�No,� Ron
shook his head. �You can say sorry, and genuinely be sorry for the upset you
caused, but that doesn�t necessarily mean you�re sorry for all the things you
said in the heat of the moment.�

�Well not
always �I am really sorry, and I�m sorry for calling you a twerp.�

�You�ve
called me worse,� Ron snorted.

Severus
stared at him.

�You�re
generally asleep when you�ve called me worse,� Ron conceded. �You always swear
at me in the middle of the night if I try and move away when you don�t want me
to, or when I drape over you and you want to be free.�

�What have
I ever called you in my sleep that�s bad?�

�Come-guzzling
dickhead was one of the best,� Ron burst out laughing as Severus� face burned a
brilliant red.

�I have never��

�You were
asleep, you wouldn�t know,� Ron made a �tough luck� clucking noise with his
tongue.

Severus
growled in frustration and looked moodily out of the window where the sun was
properly rising.

�Anyway, if
I�d�ve left the house last night, you would have won. And I wasn�t going to be
herded out of my own home. No. You�d have to really piss me off before I did
that.�

�Duly
noted,� Severus mumbled chastely, and buried his face into the side of Ron�s
neck.

�Stop
hiding,� Ron muttered warily.

�I am not
hiding,� Severus groaned through gritted teeth.

Ron didn�t
reply. He just picked up the wrist with the teeny chain on it and kissed the
pulse point to his lips, the chain between them as he did so. �You forget what
I can feel, that you can�t.�

Severus�
head snapped up. �You what?�

�I felt
your shame,� Ron said quietly, keeping his eyes on the translucent skin,
looking to the blue veins which mapped it.

He couldn�t
help it, but Severus felt utterly violated. He snatched his wrist backwards out
of Ron�s hand. The magic wasn�t supposed to go that far. Ron regarded him with
wide eyes before sadness swept through them.

�I knew I should have kept that to myself.�

�You probably should have,� Severus could feel a calming presence trying to
encroach on his angry mind, but he fought it. �I didn�t know it would have that
effect. We should have thought of the possibilities of your curse injuries
before we did it. We should never have done it. At all.� He finished in a quick
hiss of words born out of his shock and upset.

His
breathing was harsh and he was still fighting against the creeping, crawling
persistence of the annoying calm which wanted to take hold in his blood. Both
of them sat, almost carved in stone, Ron half in his lap. Severus couldn�t hear
him breathing and nor did he actively search out the movement in his chest. He
was concentrating too hard on keeping himself together.

Privacy was
the one thing he still wanted, after all those years. Of being the go between,
of having people invade his mind, expecting things of him purely because they
could� privacy was the one thing he wasn�t willing to let go. And now he would
never have it again. The bonds were never meant to provide a tunnel through
which to share emotions, only protection, and to be symbolic, more than
anything else. Severus had never heard of them forging a clear cut path between
the emotions of the two participants. But
then Ron isn�t a normal circumstance, is he? �Severus realised his throat was dry but he
couldn�t have moved if his life depended on it. He didn�t notice that Ron had
thrown himself off the bed, breaking their contact. Severus didn�t notice
anything until the bedroom door slammed shut with all the ferocity that he
himself had slammed it the night before.

***

Ron wasn�t
even really sure where he was going. As he stomped past it he lamented that the
bike was still broken, he would have jumped on it and been halfway to Devon before Severus could have stopped him. He had only
managed to grab his t-shirt and his jeans to throw on hastily in the hallway,
and they weren�t enough. His feet were the only warm part of him in his trainers.

He shoved
his hands in his pockets, ignoring the way the chain caught slightly on the
belt loop. Severus� words kept echoing back to him in waves �Or we should never have done it. At all�.

His own
words about how leaving the house was letting Severus win, which was precisely
what he had done, also came back to him. Ron didn�t particularly care. His
upset mind was raking over the possibilities of Severus� words. He was nearly
sure Severus just meant the chain bond, but he couldn�t help but wonder if he
meant everything. Moving in together, falling in love, getting married and even
talking about having a child together, more recently� The fact that Severus had
just let him leave made him think of that possibility all the more.

�Fucking
knob,� the choked insult snarled out of his mouth before he could stop it and
he aimed a kick at the grass with his good ankle. With a sudden jerk he
realised he�d forgotten to pick up his wand. His wallet was where he�d left it
in his pocket, and he could feel it beneath his fingers, so he wasn�t
completely without. But there would be no apparating away from his problems, to
where he wanted to go, which was straight home to his mother.

He�ll try there first anyway. Ron felt a grim satisfaction that
Severus wouldn�t find him at The Burrow. He licked his lips and thought on
where he could head for the day. He had enough Muggle money in his pocket to go
anywhere in the vicinity. And with that, he realised he felt like riding on a
train. When he was younger he�d never understood his father�s fascination with
everything Muggle, but now he was older he could see why. For all their magical
advancement, wizards did themselves a disservice by being able to command
everything they wanted instantly. Muggles, forced to travel, and take life more
slowly, had so much more time to think.

Do I really want time to think about
this, though? Ron�s
feet were already carrying him off down the lane, ready to find a bus to catch
to take him far away from their little cottage, his husband and their dog. Guess I do. Ron gasped as something new
and alien surged through his body, something he recognised as remorse, but not his version of remorse. Good, Severus. I�m thrilled you feel fucking
guilty.

***

Severus was
feeling more than guilty. He was almost beside himself. Nothing he touched was
working the way it should. When he�d returned from searching the garden and the
cliff tops nearest the cottage, he could do nothing else but set himself to
task to stop the anger and fear from consuming him.

Except, his
plan hadn�t gone well at all. On attempting to do the washing, he accidentally
dyed one a whole white load grey by accidentally washing a black sock with
them. He had managed to brighten them again with spells, but he had never been
more frustrated than when he first realised what was going on. Over a sock? Not over a fucking sock, over him.
Severus glared at the mug of tea he was holding. After the washing debacle and
after furthering it by nearly dropping the whole lot on the grass outside as he
tried to put it on the line to dry, he�d then trodden on George as he stored
the basket away. And George wouldn�t accept his grovelling apology, wouldn�t
let him rub the paw better and had consented to throw him a filthy look and
limp into the garden. Severus had been sure he�d put more than half of the limp
on. Like I need to feel any guiltier!
Bloody dog, unconditional love and loyalty my backside� I upset him, you�re
upset with me. It�s not fair.

�It�s not
fair,� Severus scowled viciously aloud, gripping the cup so tightly he wondered
if he might actually break it.

He took a
mouthful of tea and exhaled, feeling thoroughly miserable. The chain at his
wrist rolled back slightly and he looked at it, mind full of regret for what
he�d said about it. Only when Ron�s feelings of happiness were gone did Severus
realise that he had been experiencing
the fuzz of Ron�s emotions through it all along. They�d kept him warm as he
slept; they�d kept him company into the village that morning. And then they had
disappeared with a sharp pull in his chest when Ron slammed the front door on
his way out.

And now all
there was an empty void. The bracelet itself still exuded warmth, as Severus
knew it would. The love used to activate it would keep it warm.

�Fuck it!�
Severus slopped half of his tea down Ron�s jumper in shock at the slice of
sorrow which shot through him. He slammed the mug down and tried to gather his
breath into a calm pattern.

Does that mean he�s hurt? Does it
mean he�s nearer?
Severus had never wished more that he could track someone without outside help.

�I am such
a wanker,� Severus growled at
himself, slamming his fist down on the kitchen table, making the chain jingle.

�Don�t go
that far�� came a voice, and with a beautiful hope Severus swivelled in his
hair, only to be bitterly let down.

�Don�t you
people knock� or ring the doorbell� or firecall before you do anything?�
Severus breathed exasperatedly, trying to hide his obvious disappointment.

�Er, no, because you told me it wasn�t necessary during the day to firecall
first,� George frowned, clutching at the food he was holding. �I can go back
out and come back in again if you�d like?�

Severus
ignored him and sank properly into the kitchen chair.

�Where�s
Ron?� George set what he was holding down next to the sink and strained his
ears for other sounds in the house. �Mum sent food, by the way.�

�I don�t
know,� Severus groaned, running his hands over his face and holding them there.

�Whoa, what the hell?� George tugged one of his wrists up so he could see the
chain clearer. �Severus, is this what I think it is?�

�That is the source of all my fucking
problems,� Severus snatched his hand back and grumpily fingered the chain,
glaring at it.

�And
where�s Ron?�

�I have
absolutely no fucking idea,� was the hissed reply.

�O-kaaay,� George frowned further. �Want to explain?�

�No,�
Severus shook his head.

�So let me
guess,� George sat down opposite him and arranged his features into a neutral
position. �Ron bought that,� he pointed at the chain. �You agreed. You did it.
Everything was hunky dory until this morning when you opened your big gob and
said something to upset him, probably that you regretted it, and now Ron�s
taken off for the day?�

�How do you
do that?� Severus sighed. �You�re so
much more intelligent than anyone ever gives you credit for.�

�Not that
intelligent,� George winked. �It�s written all over your face, really, and
you�re glaring at the chain like it�s done you personal injury.�

�He can
feel my emotions through it. I will never have a private thought again.�

�And that�s
not a usual effect from the bond?�

�Not that
I�ve ever read. It must be the curse. But I didn�t realise, until he was gone,
that I could feel him, too.�

�What did
you say to him?� George tapped the wood. �Come on, Severus, spit it out.�

�I told him
we should never have done it at all.� Severus said quietly.

He heard
George sigh with the age of someone much older than his years. Severus didn�t
want to look up and see the disappointment on his face.

�You do
realise he�s probably convincing himself you meant that you should never have
done anything? Moved in, got married, blahdiblah?�

�Oh God I
know,� Severus let his head fall down on the table and rested his forehead on
the wood. �As I said, George, I�m a wanker. I dare you to disagree.�

�We�re all wankers sometimes,� George reasoned. �Ron too.
Can�t you just Patronus him and ask him to come home?�

Severus
didn�t reply, reeling from his owns stupidity at not thinking of that first.

�You�re a
wanker and you�re thick,� George sighed
teasingly. �Look, come on. Ron�s not unreasonable. I�m sure, once he�s calmed
down a bit, he�s going to see why you reacted as you did. The thought of
someone knowing every emotion is too much to cope with.�

�I don�t think it�ll be every emotion,� Severus bit his lip. �I only feel
certain parts of him. Last night and this morning I felt his happiness, and
just before you turned up I felt his sadness� but he must be feeling other
things, too, and I haven�t felt them.�

�Maybe you
only feel what he wants you to feel, and vice versa?�

�That�s not
the case,� Severus sat up, shaking his head.

�How do you
know?� George�s eyes were questioning.

�Because he
felt my shame� I would never willingly share that with another human being,�
Severus swallowed.

�Or maybe
you want to, but you just don�t know it.�

�That makes no sense,� Severus snapped.

�I�m just
trying to help you figure this out,� George�s tone turned its own version of
snappy. �But why on earth would I actually want anyone else to know how ashamed
I am, of��

�Of what?�

�Nothing,�
Severus dismissed.

�Well,
maybe it�s because for whatever reason you need someone to accept whatever it
is you�re ashamed of.�

�Again, not
making much sense here, George.�

�Look, Severus �we live in a world where you can buy squealing fuzz balls as
pets. Really, we�re going to sit and argue about what makes sense in it?!�

George
heaved a sigh and looked at him levelly. �I�m guessing you were ashamed of
yourself. You�d have told me by now if it were anything else. And I know I�m
right because you look all defiant in your eyes, and I recognise that look from
my own face, from my twin�s face� it�s a look that comes from a lifetime of
feeling guilty, whether that�s for horrible crimes or simply putting cling film
over the toilet bowl.�

�But why
would I want him to know that?� Severus asked sarcastically. �Why
in the name of Salazar do I want him to understand why I am so� well.
Whatever.�

�I can�t
answer that for you,� George shrugged. �I�m not going to try. You�re a smart bloke, you�ll get there yourself eventually.�

�You sound
like Albus,� Severus muttered.

�But I�m
undoubtedly more handsome,� George winked and got to his feet. �Now. I�m going to send my Patronus to Ron with a message.
When he comes home, for the love of God, try and sort this out? I don�t want to
spend the whole of Teddy�s first birthday party at the weekend being the
messenger for your marital squabbles.�

�I didn�t ask for your help!� Severus exclaimed.

�No,
Severus� you never ask for anybody�s help,� George said pointedly, and got to
his feet. �I�ll see you at the weekend.�

He left
Severus sitting in the kitchen, trying to figure out the pointed nature of his
words.

***

Ron was
full to the senses with steam engine. The smoke billowed out from the gleaming
engine, puffing impatiently. He felt eleven again, staring at the Hogwarts
Express for the first time that actually mattered. A slight shiver ran down his
spine. A whistle blew and he stepped back from the platform�s edge into the
shade of the station, and watched as the engine blew into life and shunted off.
It was disconcerting how little it made him feel, next to such a massive piece
of machinery.

Out of the
corner of his eye he saw something silver glint and he turned fully when he
realised it was a shaggy Wolfhound Patronus. It spoke to him in George�s bright
tone.

�Ron, come
home. Severus is preparing his knee-shields on which to grovel as we speak.
Whatever he�s said, I think he�s more attached to that little bracelet than
he�ll admit. Come back.�

The dog
faded and Ron exhaled. Without hesitation, he turned and wheeled back towards
the nearest bus stop. He might not like what was waiting for him but he had
already kept Severus worrying for long enough previously that week and it was
cruel to put him through more.

Knew he didn�t mean the marriage. Just the chain bond. Ron leant against the bus stop as he reached it, glad of
the May sun beating down on him. But
then� the chain doesn�t really do anything except give away some privacy, for
fuck�s sake. What does he have that he feels that doesn�t want to share with
me?

Ron
swallowed and tried not to think of that. But
it�s not actual memories he�s sharing. Just feelings.
Why is that such a bad thing? Now I�ll be able to read him a bit more easily.

Ron knew as
soon as he�d thought it, that he�d told himself the answer. �He doesn�t want to
be read,� he whispered to himself, blinking stupidly down at the pavement. Well tough bollocks. He can hide all he
wants but now it�s impossible. He can read the rest of us with unparalleled
sense, and now it�s going to be turned on him.

He threw
his arm out as the bus he needed rounded the corner, and pulled out his ticket.
He chucked himself down on the back seat and stared out as the seaside town
passed him by, the scent of the sea floating in through the open bus windows. I�m sick of this. He�s just going to have to
get over it.

***

Severus
downed the calming draught and willed it to work. His hands were actually
shaking with anxiety. It had been two hours since George had left and
presumably called Ron back with his Patronus, but still Severus remained alone
in the house. He felt the chain do its best to calm him, but he couldn�t help
the way his body rejected the influence, just as he had that morning.

He gripped
the sink and tried breathing deeply, but still he couldn�t shake the nervous
energy which consumed him like fire. �Oh God,� he groaned, and wheeled around,
looking at the front door. �If you don�t walk through that right now I�m going
to go insane. Actually insane!� he announced to the room, even though there was
nobody there to hear him.

The door
neglected to open and he let out a howl of mingled rage and despair. He didn�t
understand it; he didn�t understand why he was so worked up. Ron had done
nothing wrong, so why was Severus so angry, why was he so desperate for him to
be home? It scares me what I might do
when he actually does walk through the door.

In his
restless state, Severus couldn�t help the way his mind flew back to his
childhood, the way his father reacted when his mother was just two minutes
later than she had said she would be. The way he prowled up and down, snarling,
hitting out at Severus if he was stupid enough to get in his way.

Gulping,
Severus drew comparisons between himself and his father by the dozen, though he
would never know if the fire which consumed him was of the same ilk as that of
his father. Had his father merely been anxious for his mother�s return, scared
of losing her? Not fucking likely.
Severus snarled and thought that it was more likely just jealousy and anger
that she had dared to disobey him.

Severus
definitely did not feel the latter option. He wanted Ron home with him, he was
anxious for that. And
because you�re going to have to do some serious talking...

For something
to do, Severus strode down the hallway and climbed the four stairs to Ron�s
attic room, swiftly swinging himself up the ladder and into the cramped, warm
space. It was messy. He never normally went up there and hadn�t been in weeks.
He had the cellar as his personal space and Ron had the attic, it worked for
them. He looked around at the guitar haphazardly balanced on its end against
the wall, a pile of song books cluttered in the corner. The Cannons posters
only added to the heat and he reached out and opened the tiny window in the
room. In the corner there were a few pictures stuck on the walls and Severus
dropped onto the chair to look at them. Assorted Weasleys stared back at him at
various ages. His eyes fell on a much younger Fred and George, swinging their
little brother between their arms as they walked. Severus had never seen that
before. He looked over another and tried to fight the way his lips curled at a
picture of Harry, Ron and Hermione in their school uniforms, taken on their
last full day at Hogwarts.

Severus
swallowed as he thought back to that time, looking at Ron�s messy school
attire, his shirt collar loose, tie almost completely unknotted, shoelaces
untied, outer robe half hanging off his shoulders. He looked so much younger,
the young man Severus had first fallen for. The scarred, long-haired version
had aged much more than the measly two years that had passed and Severus knew
essentially that was down to him.

He looked
at the next photograph, a picture of himself and Ron, taken the night they�d
gone out for Remus� birthday in March. Severus hated the picture because Ron
had forced him into a party hat and it made his chin look really pointy.

He was too
embroiled in the loathing for his chin to notice he had considerably calmed down.
His eyes flickered over the last picture and his eyes widened at what it
depicted. Where Ron had gotten the picture, he didn�t know. He was looking at
himself in miniature, aged around four. Severus had never seen the picture
before in his life. He lifted it from the wall and turned it over, and felt a
thrill of surprise go through him when he recognised his mother�s hand, much
like his own, and it said �Severus, January 9^th 1964, Aged 4.�

Shocked, he
turned it back over and looked at himself again. It had been taken in his
bedroom at Spinner�s End, he recognised the hideous curtains. He was smiling at
the camera and he knew that meant his mother was the one taking the picture;
he�d never had a smile that wide for his father. With trembling fingers he fixed
the photograph back to the wall and cast his eyes around, to see if Ron had
anything else he didn�t know existed.

His heart
leapt as he saw a promising looking box in the corner, underneath some of Ron�s
boxes he�d brought from The Burrow when he moved, it was old and dusty looking.
He swallowed when he saw his mother�s handwriting again, and pulled the dusty
top off the box. A stack of pictures were inside, next to them lay a ragged
soft toy clearly well loved. Severus recognised it instantly but couldn�t bring
himself to touch it. The last time he�d seen that was when his father was
ripping it out of his hand because he�d done something he didn�t like.

He turned
instead to the photos and picked them up, leafing through them, seeing himself
in some cases for the first time. Severus could tell from the way the pile had
been left that the pictures had been looked through recently, and as he
discovered a particularly embarrassing picture of his nude baby self he
flushed, even there was nobody to witness it.

A sudden
bark from below made him jump and drop the pictures back into the box. He threw
himself down the trapdoor and leapt off the four steps into the hallway, eyes
tearing about wildly to see the cause of George�s bark,
feeling his anxiety begin to bubble again.

The hallway
was silent but then he heard a key slide into the lock and he froze, staring at
the door he was right next to, feeling slightly sick.

Everything
about his emotional reactions seemed so over the top, he couldn�t understand
them. The door pushed open and he heard Ron�s sharp intake of breath at seeing
him so close to the entrance.

�Where have
you been?� Severus breathed, and pounced, not unlike the night before, throwing
his arms around Ron in an iron grip, hauling him through the front door. He
kicked it shut with his foot and slammed Ron up against the wall, not caring
that it probably hurt and certainly not caring that his actions might be
misinterpreted.

All he
cared about was stealing a kiss from the lips parted in shock, about stealing
warmth from the body which he�d been without since the morning.

�Severus
let me go-� Ron struggled with him but Severus shook him backwards and made him
thud against the wallpaper.

�No,� he
hissed, pushing his face close to Ron�s and then kissed him desperately.

He could
feel Ron fighting beneath him, his hands trying to grip Severus� arms to push
him away but he wasn�t getting anywhere. Ron saw no point in fighting the
suddenly gargantuan strength his husband seemed to be channelling, and so did
the only thing he could �he grabbed him and kissed back.

Severus
groaned as Ron�s tongue slid into his mouth forcefully, raking over his teeth
and gums, possessing just as much as Severus himself had tried to possess. Only
when breathing became a necessity did they part, both panting, eyeing each
other warily.

�Ron,
forgive me for what I�m about to do?� Severus begged, unable to stop it rising
within him.

Ron looked
at him blankly, confused and concerned, and his wonder made him miss the
movement as Severus raised his arm and slapped his hand around Ron�s shoulder,
harder than he had ever made physical contact with him before. �You left me,�
he burst out, half-amazed at the horror in his own voice. �You fucking left me
here. I can�t� I don�t�� he staggered back, his aching hand rising with the
normal one to sink into his hair and drag through it.

Ron was
still frozen in place against the wallpaper, his mouth hanging open in shock
and pain. He wasn�t any more ready when Severus suddenly lunged again, growling,
gripping the front of his t-shirt and shoving him harder against the wall. �I
don�t know what you want from me,� Severus� face was whiter than Ron had seen
it in a long time. �I sometimes think that you want to provoke the monster
that�s in my genes, Ron. That you want me to slip up and make history repeat
itself!�

As he spoke
the words, the white face flooded with red and his eyes burned with betraying
tears. Severus didn�t have a clue where any of it was coming from.

He released
Ron and staggered back again, ignoring the tears as they spilled from his eyes,
falling down his cheeks, as his heart pounded in his chest. He moved too far
back and tripped against the bottom stair and he felt himself fall, landing
painfully on his backside with a coccyx-bruising thump. He let his head fall
forward and his eyes closes, mind swirling with the realisation of exactly what
he�d done.

�Oh God� I don�t�� Severus seemed to detach from himself with those words, and
he wondered when the last time he�d been so hysterical was. Even Azkaban hadn�t
dragged this out of him.

It was with
shock that he felt gentle hands slide around him, and felt the delicate brush
of a body shifting to sit beside him and pulling him into welcoming arms.

�Don�t,� he
burst out, �I don�t deserve this� you��

�I�ll be
the judge of that,� Ron kissed the top of his hair and pulled him close.

�I�m
sorry,� Severus groaned. �I�m sorry for that, I�m sorry for earlier, I�m sorry
for everything, Ron.�

�I know you
are,� Ron was glad Severus couldn�t see the concern on his face; it would only
have made the situation worse. �I know all of that. And I know that� you would
never have done that, smacking me, I mean, if you�d not been receiving my
anxiety through the chain bond as well��

Severus
jerked unwillingly. He hadn�t considered that the reason he had been
increasingly nervous for the last two hours was because he was feeling Ron�s
agitation as well. It would explain his restlessness and the way he hit out,
something which he had always been so determined he would never, ever do.

�You can
feel me, can�t you?� Ron kissed the hair again.

�Yes.�

�Then what can you feel right this very second?�

Severus
licked his lips as he considered it, and with a great shuddering breath said �I
can just feel you caring.�

�So calm down,� Ron requested, squeezing with his arms.

�But you
should leave,� Severus said falteringly. �You should leave and never look back.
Protect yourself from me.�

�Weren�t you listening?� Ron�s voice was patient. �I know you only did it because
you were dealing with a double dose of emotion.�

�And Ron if you stay� then it�s going to happen again, isn�t it? We�ll fight and
we�ll both get angry and fight each other.�

�Maybe, but I assumed there�d be an element of self control involved��

�I love
you,� it was the only thing Severus could think of to say.

�I love you
too.� Ron whispered.

�I feel so�
protected,� Severus murmured.

�Me too,�
Ron agreed. �Severus� I need to say something. It�s about the chain bond.�

�Alright.�

�I�d like to be
looking at you when I say it,� Ron said pointedly, and leant backwards so his
husband could sit up, which he did, albeit slowly, and
determinedly looking elsewhere.

�If we
rushed into either bond, the marriage or the chain,�
Ron said slowly, �I don�t regret that. If you do, I understand. If you have doubts about our marriage, t-then we
can deal with them,� his voice faltered. �And the chain we have no option but
to deal with. I know it�s because you don�t want to be read, I know it�s
because you want your privacy. I know you don�t want me to be able to feel what
you feel. But it�s the reality now. There�s no breaking it unless you�d like me
to go and do another motorbike stunt� and actually succeed in killing myself.�

�Are you seriously suggesting you�d off yourself to �free� me of this?� Severus
blinked, the ridiculous suggestion snapping him out of the pity party he�d
created in his head.

�No, because I�m not that stupid. I�m just saying it�s there now. And had I known it
would encroach on your privacy like that, I�d never have bought it.�

�I feel
your happiness, your love,� Severus told him quietly. �I didn�t know that until
it disappeared out the door with you this morning.�

�And how
did you feel about that?�

�I missed
it,� Severus confessed, raising the back of his hand to wipe his cheeks free of
tears.

�So� are
you saying it isn�t an issue any more?� Ron swallowed.

�It is an issue,� Severus thought back to
what George had said earlier in the day. �I�ve� made my living from hiding what
I feel, from being someone who hides every nuance. It was hard enough to let
down the barriers enough for you to get in, Ron, in the beginning��

�But with
the bond all those barriers are, pardon the name pun, severed?� Ron shifted
into a more comfortable position.

Severus
nodded, feeling frustrated as more tears replaced those he�d just wiped away.
�I have things that I hide because you shouldn�t have to deal with them.�

�Like what?� Ron frowned.

�You felt
it earlier,� Severus shook his head. �Shame.�

�You don�t want me to feel that?�

�I don�t
want you to know how much of every day I spend ashamed of myself,� Severus
whispered.

Ron looked
at him for a moment. �What makes you think I don�t already know?� He gave a
snort. �Severus� I�ve been trying to get you to like yourself for two whole
years and have got nowhere. You didn�t think that�d be a whopping great clue?�

Severus
couldn�t look at him so Ron continued.

�Have you
noticed lately how I�ve given up trying to tell you how wonderful you are?� Ron
fiddled with the hem of his jeans. �And that instead I throw a million and one
compliments at the shield you form around yourself in the hope that just one
will get through?�

Severus
gave a small nod.

�Well there
was your proof I already knew,� Ron shook his head. �And it is tiring, Severus.
But I won�t give up just because it is.�

�I don�t
ever ask for help�� Severus said randomly. �George told me I never do. He
seemed to think that� you felt that through the bond because I somehow wanted
you to feel it, to understand it��

�Christ alive
he gets more intelligent every day, we�ll soon have a monster on our hands,�
Ron ran a hand through his hair with a smile �It does make sense, you know.�

�It doesn�t,� Severus shook his head.

�It�s you�
asking for help,� Ron explained, and reached out for Severus� hand. �What you
can�t do, the chain bond is doing for you.�

�You�re
going to tell me next that this is fate�s hand, aren�t you?� Severus cracked a
small smile, looking at their joined hands.

�Sounds like it is but I won�t harp on about it,� Ron grinned back at him.

�Do you
ever feel like this is never going to stop evolving?� Severus frowned slightly.
�Like we�re never going to get to a level where the relationship will plateau
and we�ll just live like normal people?�

�Define
normal,� Ron laughed. �Normal
like my parents? Normal like
yours?�

�All I want
is to wake up in the morning, get up, have a cup of coffee, read the paper,
potter about the house, eat dinner and fall asleep in front of the television.
But it just seems like it never stops, Ron.�

�Well yeah�
but hey. So what?� Ron shrugged. �It does stop, in the
moments we�re asleep. I�m going to say something incredibly Albus-like now, but
it does rather seem like the daytime is for actually living��

�You�re
right, that was incredibly Albus-like,� Severus snorted, sniffing. �You know
what pisses me off?�

�What?� Ron
asked softly.

�I am�
don�t yell at me, Ron, but I am twice your age. And yet I�ve just thrown a
hissy fit and you sit and remain calm� I always thought myself
incredibly mature� and I now I am totally found wanting, Ron.�

�Severus, I
spent the afternoon skulking around a steam railway, being all moody and
pathetic. And I walked out on you, leaving you with no means of locating me,
and I was stupid enough to leave my wand behind. Really, I�m mature?� Ron
laughed. �I think we both are, we�re just� different.�

�I have to
stop letting those differences drag me down,� Severus said; not as a question,
not as a wondering, but as fact.

�Yes,� Ron
replied softly, his thumb stroking the hand he was still holding. �You really
do.�

�Where did
you get the picture of me you have on the wall in the loft? And
the box of baby photos?� Severus asked suddenly, not knowing how to
phrase the subject any better.

�Oh, you
saw those?� Ron coloured and Severus felt embarrassment flood through their
connection. �Well, when we were moving� your mum told me where to find them in
the loft. She said if you came across them you might throw them out, and she
thought it was my place to see them.�

�I wouldn�t
have thrown them out,� he shook his head. �Not with Bunny
inside, anyway.�

�Is that
his name?� Ron smiled. �Your mum wouldn�t say.�

�Good to
see she had some modicum of honour left,� Severus rolled his eyes dramatically.
�After she�d handed over a box to you full of naked baby me.�

Ron laughed
properly. �The reason I have the one the wall is this. That smile you have on
your face is how you look to this day and age when you smile at me.�

�With more
teeth,� Severus murmured.

�Well,
yes,� Ron conceded. �You don�t smile nearly enough.�

�So you
needed a picture of it to remind you?� Severus blushed and it was Ron�s turn to
feel the embarrassment returned.

�Not so
much remind me� I have it on memory, see. It�s just nice to see it,� he
shrugged, and raised the hand to his lips and pressed a kiss against it.

�Can you do
me a favour?� Severus tilted his head back against the wall and closed his
eyes. �Do you think at some point in the near future you might be able to just
completely freak out? Make me feel a bit more normal? Your calm unnerves me.�

�I lost my temper last night,� Ron frowned.

�Losing your temper and freaking out are two different things entirely,�
Severus said wryly. �Coming close to hysteria is nothing like being angry, even
when you�re hysterical because you�re
angry.�

�You want
me to break down?� Ron asked uncertainly.

�I just
feel like� like a big drama queen,� Severus sighed.

�You are,�
Ron replied frankly. �You are. And I love you for it. You exude this calm
persona and it�s all very nice, but I know you�re on fire under the surface.
And when you let it out, when you have these little dramas� it�s actually quite
nice to know that you�re actually
normal.�

�Well then you know where I�m coming from,� Severus told him.

�You want
me to do it now?� Ron asked dubiously. �The moment�s kind of passed, Severus.�

Severus
cracked up laughing then, his chuckling and snorting startling Ron at first,
but then it seemed to take hold in his blood and he started too. Soon they were
draped over one another cackling like a gaggle of old-school witches around a
cauldron. They laughed so hard George appeared hopefully round the banisters to
peer at them, before putting his paws up on Severus� legs and dragging his
tongue across his cheek.

�He�s not
talked to me all day since you left,� Severus wiped his cheek on his shoulder.
�I trod on him and he wouldn�t even let me rub it better.�

�So loyal,�
Ron sighed at the dog then tickled his ears.

�Severus?�
Ron said after a while. �Are you up for a bit of a drive?�

�I could be
persuaded��

***

It was very
clear, however, once they were parked in a car park with a lovely view of the
darkening skyline that Ron had had a hidden agenda for wanting to go for a
drive. The engine hadn�t been off for more than two seconds before he unclipped
his seatbelt and threw himself mercilessly across Severus� legs, pressing their
groins together.

�Oh fucking
hell Ron, really, in the car?� Severus breathed, feeling utterly trapped with
his legs confined in the steering foot well and his head prevented from tilting
back by the headrest.

�In the
car,� Ron said sweetly, and pulled out his wand, forcing Severus� hands to the
sides of his seat and fixing them there with silken rope.

�Oh sweet
Merlin,� Severus gasped as Ron went to task on the waistband of his jeans.

�I doubt
he�s listening,� Ron breathed, letting his fingertips graze over the already
prominent erection straining through Severus� underwear.

That and
his husband�s hands taken care of, Ron rolled down the window and pointed his
wand outside, casting silencing charms and a diversion spell in the area
surrounding the vehicle. Then he rolled the window back up so only a slither
remained open.

�Aren�t you
going to black them out?� Severus asked.

�No,� Ron
shook his head, and chucked his wand on the seat next to them. �Nobody�s coming
near us. �I spelled nearly the whole car park.�

�But if
they break��

�Embrace
your inner exhibitionist, Severus, I know he�s in there somewhere,� Ron slid
his hands up inside the jumper and massaged Severus� stomach. �Actually, wait,�
he picked up his wand again, flicked it, and Severus� face burned with
embarrassment.

Every
single item of clothing, including his boots and socks, were gone, and he was
left naked, trapped beneath Ron, the cool air floating in through the window
assaulting his skin.

�I�m not
sure about this�� he whispered.

�Do you
want me to black out the windows?� Ron kissed an exposed shoulder.

�Yes
please,� Severus nodded, and instantly relaxed as one by one all of the windows
turned an opaque black colour, eventually leaving them only by the dim light
beneath the rear view mirror.

�There we
go,� Ron whispered softly. �Now you�re for my eyes only.�

�Just as it should be,� Severus said coyly.

�Oh well,
of course,� Ron gave a flirtatious wink. �Now then, I have you at my mercy
trapped in the car, Mr. Snape� whatever shall I do with you?�

�Frankly
I�d suggest that my despicable behaviour today merits some form of punishment,�
Severus kept his eyes closed as he always did throughout their verbal foreplay.

�What kind
of punishment?� Ron ducked his head and grazed his teeth over Severus� earlobe.

�That�s for
you to decide,� Severus replied meekly.

�I could
put you over my knee in the backseat and spank you for a while,� he rolled his
hips forward to create some friction. �Or, I could cast all manner of spells on
your body and let them go to town on you.�

�What kind
of spells?� Severus nudged against Ron�s face as he kissed over his cheek,
tickling him slightly.

�Ones like
this,� Ron grabbed his wand and uttered the charm to set about Severus� feet,
one which he had discovered whilst reading but never used before. He watched
with fascination as Severus arched beneath him, mouth falling open in surprise
and brow creasing in frustration.

�R-Ron I
d-don�t��

�You�re not
meant to like it,� Ron whispered devilishly before tracing the shell of the ear
he found with his tongue.

Severus
couldn�t say he didn�t like it, not when his dick was shooting to full mast
between them. But it was the feeling of unrelenting licking on his feet which
made him feel so uncomfortable, as they were still sensitive from the past few
days of activity. He groaned as he felt whatever abominable curse was on him
lick directly under his toes and he jerked upwards.

�And then
there�s this spell,� Ron breathed into his ear, flicking his wand again,
pointing it down between their bodies, where a molten silver rope seemed to
fall from the tip and snaked around the base of Severus� erection, before
curling up and squeezing around the shaft, coming to a stop just past the
ridges.

�Oh Jesus,�
Severus threw his head back in realisation what was coming for him as the metal
rope moved around him, deliciously cool, working his cock whilst the other
spell still remained on his feet, becoming instantly unbearable as they worked
together.

It wasn�t
long before he was writhing and shrieking in a way which would normally have
him mortified. Ron smirked and grabbed Severus� face between his hands. �I
think I should put that mouth to good use, shouldn�t I?�

Severus
whimpered as the rope squeezed him tightly, curling specifically around the
glans and rubbing over them in short, precise movements. Ron�s tongue uncurled
into his mouth and he regretted teaching him the metal rope spell. As his
bottom lip was sucked and nipped by gentle teeth, he made a solemn vow never to
teach Ron any more sexual spells �he always decided reciprocation was key.

�Enjoy
that?� Ron teased, pulling back just out of reach of Severus� lips. �Who said
you could kiss me?� He raised an eyebrow.

�Fuck,�
Severus rose up to his highest point yet as the rope extended to latch right
over the top of his swollen head.

�The rope
doesn�t stop until it gets an orgasm out of you,� Ron reminded him smugly,
licking his lips.

�I k-know,�
Severus gasped, unable to focus on anything other than his own pleasure. Probably what he fucking wanted.

�You�re
going to come for me,� Ron told him in a newly low tone, a tone which held the
promise of more. �You�re going to splatter us both with come, and then you�re
going to watch as I lick it off you. And then, if the rope�s not finished,
you�ll come again, because it�s demanding like that. And when I�ve taken the
spells off, I�m going to drag you into the back seat and fuck you. Are you okay
with that?�

A weak nod
was all he could manage as he cried out loud, and even he could hear how his
voice was broken to hoarseness by the sexual build up in his body. It wasn�t
often he ever liked being out of control, but being trapped this way had to be
the winner of all his experiences.

�If I
ordered you when to come, could you do it?� Ron�s fingers pinched at his
nipples. �If I commanded, could you follow the order?�

Severus
swallowed in his dry throat and thought about it. Most likely he wouldn�t be
able to. �I can try.�

�Trying�s
not what I asked for,� Ron muttered dangerously. �I asked if you could follow
an order�� He bit down on the skin of Severus� neck.

�I can�t do
that when this is�. Oh fuck it Ron make it stop,� he
begged, as both spells seemed to increase in power, his dick massaged more
firmly and his feet rent alive with the sensation of hot wetness caressing
them.

�I won�t
stop it,� Ron told him. �You should know better than to ask me.�

�Who put
you in charge?� Severus breathed and fought hard to keep the smile off his face
as Ron roughly grabbed his chin in hand and held his face still.

�I put me
in charge,� Ron hissed and brutally kissed the lips he held in place. �And for
that you�re going to open your eyes and look at me when you do this.�

Whether it
was the bond, Severus didn�t know, but he immediately opened his eyes and
looked into Ron�s, holding the gaze he met there defiantly.

�I can do
what you ask me,� he panted, fighting hard against the rippling vibrations the
metal was now sending through his erection, though he couldn�t keep it up for
long. �Oh holy mother of-�

�Come for
me,� Ron asked simply, voice hoarse with his own want.

Whether
Severus or the rope obeyed him, Severus couldn�t decide. His mind was shot to
pieces only second later by the intense rush of heat in his groin, and then he
bucked madly where he sat, feeling sweat slick the leather seat beneath him.

�Oh yes,
yes, yes�. Oh God, Ron, fuck, yes,� the words came out as continual hiss and
only when the silver made to enter his slit did he lose control completely and
spurt out his orgasm, body writhing with the sensation-overload, whilst Ron
watched, a filthy smirk on his face which was both unbecoming and sexy at the
same time.

And Severus
had hoped it would be over then, but it seemed as the metal resumed it�s
stroking, massaging his own seed into his skin as it did so, that it wasn�t
finished.

�Sucks to
be you,� Ron laughed, tilting his head back slightly.

It never
lasted long. Severus was hard and panting again within two minutes, only this
time everything few so much rawer. He cried at the slightest graze or squeeze,
and everything was magnified by the close atmosphere in the car.

�I�m�
going� to� AH FUCK FUCK FUCK!� Severus never managed to threaten his husband
emptily, because he came promptly over both of them again, reduced to huskily
groaning through to the end of it, when the metal rope finally uncoiled and
disappeared, and then Ron cleared the spell on his feet.

They
settled still and Ron looked heavenly above him, face a masque of lust, eyes
positively burning with the thought of what was still left to claim.

�Give me� a
couple of� minutes,� Severus begged, letting his head fall back on the
headrest, his flat stomach rising and falling with the effort of breathing
through the aftershocks.

�I will,
but only because I�m nice,� Ron smiled, and scooped his finger through some of
the mess Severus had sprayed them with. �Open up,� he raised an eyebrow, and
Severus only had a second to marvel how deliciously smutty his husband was
before the finger entered his mouth and he sucked it clean of his own spunk.

�I know
you�ve not done that before me,� Ron took up some more and put it back to his
lips, where Severus eagerly took it in his mouth again. �That makes me feel so
special.�

When he
raised the finger again, it was to his own lips, and Severus couldn�t fight
down the moan which came with watching Ron lick his semen off his fingers.

�I�ll never
forget that first night,� Ron told him quietly. �The first night I tasted that.
I was eighteen and scared of what it�d be like� good God did you educate me
that night.�

�You did
seem to like it much more than you should have done,� Severus� strength
returned enough to let a smile curl onto his lips at the memory of the very
first blow job Ron had ever given him.

�I still
do,� Ron laughed, and picked up his wand, and cleared away the rest of the mess
between them.

He leant
forward and touched their lips together, fingers softly smoothing along the
curve of Severus� shoulders.

�Does it bother you when I do what I just did?� Ron asked lightly. �When I turn
all domineering?�

�No,�
Severus shook his head adamantly. �It was strange at first, because you were
this gangling eighteen year old and being dominated by you felt so perverted�
but now you�re older and you look
older and it�s simply just one of the most sensual things I�ve ever
experienced.�

�So I could
go further?�

�How much further are we talking?� Severus raised an eyebrow.

Ron kissed
him. �We�re not talking,� he whispered. �We�re doing.�

He pulled
back with a devilish grin and with a grace that Severus was quite sure he
himself had never possessed, even at twenty, worked his body onto the seat next
to them. He untied the silk ropes holding down Severus� hands and pointed the
wand at the back seat.

�In, now,�
he said it lightly, with his eyebrows raised, but Severus knew better than to
take it as anything less than an order.

Obediently
he climbed; feeling hideously exposed, and settled himself
on the magically stretched back seat. Ron followed him, swearing slightly as he
hit his head on the car roof and Severus smiled, glad
of the proof that Ron was only human after all.

�Laughing
at me?� Ron asked.

�Of course
not,� Severus winked and laughed.

Ron dropped
his wand and lunged for him, grabbing Severus close for a sweet, beautiful
kiss. Severus wondered when the commanding was going to begin again but Ron
seemed to melt at the way they were steadily kissing, his hands remaining on
Severus� upper back.

�We don�t
do that enough anymore. We used to do it all the time at school.� He pulled
away slightly.

�We kiss all the time?� Severus frowned.

�We don�t
do what the young kids call �making out�, though, Severus,� Ron grinned,
taunting his age.

�Oh, well.
No. But then we are rather more sexually mature than that� or at least, I am,� Severus gave a pointed sigh.

�Sexually
mature this,� Ron muttered, and leant forward again, capturing him in a kiss of
the same style as before, holding him close, but becoming more vocal as he
turned the kiss wetter and deeper.

Severus
couldn�t have responded negatively if he�d tried. His body was still sensitive
from the magical molesting which had gone before, and his mouth seemed to ache
for the feel of Ron�s tongue within it. He groaned and ignored the way Ron�s
lips upturned at that, smug for the rise he�d scored.

It wasn�t
the only type of rise he had scored, either. Despite two previous rounds, his
husband was hardening against his stomach.

�Does it
ever sleep?� Ron whispered, looking down between them.

�Apparently
not,� Severus licked the errant saliva off his lips, not caring who it belonged
to. �But then,� he reached a hand between them and curled his fingers around
the bulge in Ron�s trousers, �Your own isn�t particularly docile.�

Ron snorted
and shook his hair back from his face. �So then.�

�Whatever
you�re planning to do,� Severus drawled in a lazy, posh accent, �I think you�re
woefully overdressed for the occasion.�

�Undress me
then,� Ron invited him, leaning back to fall on the wide seat, one leg bent up,
the other trailing on the floor of the car, his stomach curved delightfully
inward.

Severus
leapt forward and reached out, but Ron shook his head. �You can�t use your
hands.�

�Well then
what on earth-�

�Use your
bloody imagination,� Ron shook his head in despair. �Really.
They invited you to work at one of the top Wizarding Universities with a brain
like this?�

�Oh be
quiet, you annoying little twerp,� Severus winked, and ducked his head
immediately to wordlessly undo the top button of Ron�s jeans.

�And you
can�t use magic either!� Ron protested, and Severus laughed �he didn�t care now
that the most problematic part was completed.

He leant
forward and slid down the zipper of the jeans, holding it between his teeth,
feeling Ron shudder beneath him. Severus looked up when he saw that Ron wasn�t
wearing any underwear. �You walked around like this all day?�

�Didn�t
really think about grabbing underwear this morning,� Ron blushed.

Severus
didn�t say any more, he just nosed the revealed erection gently, before placing
a trail of wet kisses up the shaft.

He only got
to working the t-shirt up Ron�s chest with his teeth before the undress-ee got
bored, and spelled all of his clothes to the front seat to join Severus�.

�Too slow,�
he hissed.

�Too
desperate,� Severus muttered, and kissed up the curved stomach.

�That too,�
Ron laughed, well aware of how muggy the car was becoming.

�So how are
you going to�?�

�Fuck you?�

�How very rude!�

�You�re
impossible,� Ron growled, and sprung forward, pushing Severus onto his back and
hovering above him.

It should
have been a dominating move but Severus threw his legs up around Ron�s hips and
grabbed them, before making a cage out of his arms and trapping Ron inside
them. Realising the game, Ron bowed his head and kissed his husband, long and
slow.

�Is it me,�
Severus smiled, �Or does that feel better than it used to?�

�It might
possibly,� Ron grinned. �Now, let me go and get on your hands and knees,
Slytherin whore.�

�And if I
refuse?�

�You�re not
going to refuse, because I called you a Slytherin whore, and you can look as
disgusted as you like, but I know that when I insult you during sex, you get
off on it. Now. Hands and knees and do shut up.�

Severus
grumbled as he released Ron, and threw him several filthy looks as he arranged
himself forward, but not too badly, because Ron was essentially right.

�Why do you
like it when I do it?� Ron asked quietly, his fingers tracing a figure of eight
on the exposed back.

�Just part
of the whole bondage thing, really. And, I know you mean it lovingly which
actually makes it a bit better than someone random doing it.�

It was an
honest answer which Ron hadn�t expected. �So, if I asked you to call me stuff
like that more often��

�That�s different, that comes under my own ability to do it and I just� can�t.�

�Can�t be
perfect at everything,� Ron swatted at his backside,
the gentle slapping noise reverberated around the car like it had been heavy.

�Hmm,
suppose not. Now are you going to hurry up?�

Ron sat up
and instantly thumped his head on the car roof again. �Okay, yeah, that�s not
going to work,� he laughed, rubbing the spot. �Not unless you want me
unconscious.�

�You�d talk
less,� Severus sighed and turned over, positioning himself flat on his back,
knees bent up.

�You look a
perfect display of debauchery,� Ron grinned, before falling down on top of him
with an �oomph� sound at the ache in his ribs.

�And how,
tell me, does that look?� Severus laughed, amused.

�Oh, I
don�t know� black hair past the shoulders, sinful mouth, dark, dramatic eyes,
masculine neck��

�Actually,
yes, that does sound rather spectacular,� Severus smirked.

�Did you
just� accept a compliment?� Ron�s voice was high and his eyes were wide.

�Erm,
moving swiftly on��

�No, wait; let me see what else I can get you to accept!� Ron said giddily,
shifting backwards slightly. �And then of course, debauchery also looks like
this chest with highly responsive and kissable nipples,� he ducked his head to
prove his point. �And a very flat stomach�� He smoothed his hand down it. �And
then there�s this,� his finger extended to tap against the tip of the half-hard
cock. �And don�t even get me started on what�s on the other side of your body.�

Severus snorted. �I�ll remind you of that after the next time you decide spicy
food is a good idea.�

Ron rolled
his eyes. �Shut up and be loved, whore.�

Heaving a
sigh, Severus closed his eyes. �You can continue if you want, you know. Telling me good things. I�ll listen.�

�You will?
You won�t say a word?� Ron asked incredulously �he had never got this far
before.

�Here,�
Severus offered, and pointed his wand at his throat. �Silencio.�
He pressed the wand into Ron�s hand and blinked at him, the only invitation he
could give to get him to continue.

Ron was
suddenly filled with nervousness; he had the opportunity, here in the back seat
of their invisible car, to make Severus really and truly listen to every bit of
praise he had ever wanted to dish out, but had bitten back in fear of causing
him to shut down.

Severus
clicked his fingers in front of his face and gave him a �we don�t have all day�
stare. Ron snickered and ducked his head to place a kiss into Severus� pubic
hair.

�I love that,� he looked up, and extended his arm to balance his elbow on the
seat next to Severus, and rested his head upon the elevated hand. �I love that
you�re just hairy enough to look like man, but not enough to have me spitting
pubes everywhere.�

Ron was
thrilled as Severus laughed silently at him, black eyes glittering slightly.

�What else
do I love?� Ron mused. �I love the way you sing to the radio when you think
nobody else is listening, when I�m in the bathroom or asleep in the car� and
it�s always the cheesiest songs you pick to sing to. The ones you say you
hate.�

Severus
gave him a tiny glare.

�And,
furthering that, I absolutely fucking love the way you tried to pretend you
didn�t cry at the end of �Casablanca�
when we watched it. And that you were cheering when he tells her to knob off at
the end of �Gone with the Wind�.�

Severus
mouthed �but that�s just common sense!� and Ron burst out laughing. �Well,
yeah. Maybe. But still it was very cute.�

Ron waited
to see if he�d get the usual scowl whenever he implied something Severus had
done was cute. But it didn�t come. Bolstered by it, he continued.

�I love the
way that when you pour out tea, you always make sure that yours is the last cup
to come out in case there isn�t enough for everyone else first. Very selfless. At school I didn�t think you were like that�
I don�t normally like being proved wrong, but there we go.�

�I think
you�re sex on legs,� Ron smirked, �But then really if you haven�t figured that
out in two years I think we need to get your brain checked. And if you don�t
believe me� then I think you should just trust me enough to believe that I mean
it.�

�I do trust
you� Severus mouthed, but Ron shook his head. �Do you believe, then, that
you�re sexy?�

Severus
simply shook his head with a little shrug.

�Then you
don�t trust me quite enough,� Ron raised his eyebrow with a small smile, to let
Severus know that there was no threat or worrying agenda behind that statement,
that he understood. �I don�t believe you when you tell me either. But, I can
feel through the bond that you�re actually glowing inside right now.�

Severus
looked at him in alarm as a blush crept over his face; he�d forgotten the
damned bracelet and the way it would spell out his reaction to Ron�s praise.

Ron laughed
at him softly. �Well. I have to say that�s comforting to know these things
actually do make you feel good. I�ve always wondered if I was complimenting a
brick wall.�

Severus
laughed and shook his head. �So every time I�ve complimented you, you do hear
me? It makes you feel better?�

Severus
nodded.

�Even if you don�t believe it?�

Another nod.

�You silly
bastard,� Ron groaned exasperatedly and let his head fall down so his face was
buried in Severus� stomach. �You�re lucky I�m such a stubborn arse,� his lips
moved against the skin, muffling the words.

�I know I
am,� Ron jumped as Severus� voice cut through the hot air and he felt himself
be pushed up as Severus sat up.

�How did
you remove the spell?�

�Am I a
wizard or not?� Severus rolled his eyes. �Wandless, wordless
magic?�

Ron flushed
at his stupidity.

�Now then,�
Severus grabbed his wand and silenced Ron in return. He dropped the wand again
and placed the hand on Ron�s face, holding it in place.

�I�m glad
you like my body hair. It has to have some purpose, I suppose. Just so you know, when you do that thing where you rake your fingernails
through it? Divine.�

Ron looked
at him, slightly staggered.

�And. Singing to
the radio, yes� well� believe it or not I do like music, but compared to your
voice I sound like a banshee, so I don�t shout about it.�

Ron
laughed.

�And as for
crying at the film, next time I�ll have to act a bit better. I didn�t think
you�d noticed. And about cheering �she treated him like rubbish, and he was
smart enough to end it. Fight the power, I say,� Severus smirked.

�What was
next, the tea? That�s just polite manners,� Severus shrugged. �And then� the
sex on legs part?� He hummed in thought. �What is it specifically?�

Although he
was churning inside to ask the questions, Severus was surprised at the ease
with which they flowed from his mouth. �The hair?
Face? Doubt it, have you seen my nose? Eyes? Body�� He
trailed off as if it weren�t worth comment.

Ron glared
at him and mouthed �it�s everything�. Severus assessed him with a long gaze
before sighing. �Fine. I�ll say this once �I Severus
Snape, accept that I�m sexy to you. So there you are. I accepted compliments.
Better?�

Ron nodded, a huge grin lighting up his face.

�Who knows?� Severus reached for his wand. �Maybe next time we have this
conversation we might be able to have it like adults and not use the silencing
spells!� He waved the wand at Ron�s throat, releasing the spell.

�Where
would be the fun in that?� Ron kissed him as Severus lowered his body
backwards.

�I got you
to admit you�re sexy!� Ron couldn�t help a little boasting as he wrapped his
arms up around Severus. �Halle-fucking-juah!�

�I will put the spell back on you.� Ron
felt embarrassment tinge through his body which wasn�t his own.

�Nah, you
wouldn�t do that,� he shook his head, and leant up to capture another kiss.

�And why not?� Severus broke it off, nuzzling his cheek against Ron�s stubbled jaw
line.

�Because
when you fuck me you want to hear me scream,� Ron hissed in reply.

�I do,�
Severus sighed and pulled up, grabbing his husband�s legs and yanking them
vertical. He kissed the still-bruised ankle. �And don�t think I�m not mad that
you tramped around on this all day.�

On his
back, his legs in the air, Ron could do little but send a throb of apology
through the bond, to see if it worked.

�Thank
you,� Severus kissed the ankle again, and settled both the legs over his
shoulders whilst he reached for his wand. �Three things, Ron �firstly, I�m
feeling decidedly lazy, so,� he flicked his wand at Ron�s backside and smiled
at the gasp he heard when the stretching spell got under way. �Secondly, I�m
going to get you back for that silver rope spell,� he flicked his wand again
and watched his own product wrap around the erection beneath him. �Thirdly�
this could sound so wrong if it were going to anybody but you, but� do remember
there�s nobody around to hear you scream but me.� His voice was laced with
invitation instead of threat.

He conjured
enough lubricant for his erection and dropped his wand on the floor,
positioning himself between the legs over his shoulders. But he was impeded by
the fact that he too hit his head on the roof of the car and Ron snorted with
laughter.

Growling,
Severus sat back on his heels and wondered how they could do it without causing
serious concussion or losing the moment whilst he heightened the roof of the
car. Ron was still laughing at him as Severus pushed off his legs and huffed.

�Don�t tell
me the mechanics of space are failing you?� Ron chuckled, propping himself up
on his elbows, causing his erection to poke into his stomach.

�I�d rather
not spend the night with a headache,� Severus looked at the car roof.

�You
won�t,� Ron tutted, and pulled Severus down on top of him, spreading his legs
as far as he was able. �Just lean forward.�

Severus
smoothed his hands over the spread thighs and shivered at the feeling of the
skin beneath his fingers. �Fine,� he moved forward and without any warning,
slammed inside, and activated the silver rope spell.

�Whore,�
Ron tried to sound disinterested but failed when the rope squeezed him. �Whoa,
should I be able to feel that?�

�It�s a
spell cast by me� you�ve always felt my spells before,� Severus didn�t like to
point that out, to rob away the hope he�d felt spike between them, but it was
the truth.

�Oh,
right,� Ron swallowed. �It�s fucking good, though.�

He rose up
and met Severus on his next inward thrust. �My thighs are never going to
forgive me for this,� Severus couldn�t help the groan of pain which fell out of
him as his legs protested at yet another night of being the top.

�Well they
would have had a rest had you not been such a domineering� ah�� Ron�s eyes
rolled back in his head as the massaging on his cock reached a new premium. �If you hadn�t decided to take charge.�

�That�s the
mistake of talking,� Severus smirked down at him, reaching up to play with his
nipple piercing. He slid the bar back and forth through the flesh, marvelling
at the way it slid through the skin beneath his delicate touch and made Ron
tremble. �If you had merely chucked me on the back seat and set about me, you�d
have had your way.�

�I�ll
k-keep that in mind,� Ron panted, his hands grasping at the leather seat.

Severus saw
them and leant forward and grabbed them both, lacing their fingers together,
before pressing Ron�s arms back level with his head, angling his thrusts deeper
as his body leant forward.

�Trapped,� Severus bent down to kiss him.

�Mmmmm,�
the groan reverberated through them both and Severus sucked on his bottom lip.

�And
totally at my mercy,� Severus prompted further.

�Uh-huh,�
Ron�s breath grew shallow as he felt the strain in his body as he tried to
thrust with his hands trapped.

�My perfect
little Gryffindor Whore,� Severus whispered, making the words elongate with his
upper class drawl.

�Oh SHIT,�
Ron cried, and promptly came over his stomach, clenching his muscles tightly
around Severus, making him moan through the laughter which had started at Ron�s
abrupt finish in response to his voice.

Much to
Severus� disappointment, the silver rope stopped moving. �Damn and blast, I was
rather hoping it wasn�t finished,� he let go of Ron�s hands and cradled his
head.

�It might be,� Ron murmured, his eyes shut in bliss. �But I�m fucking not. No way. I
refuse to give you the satisfaction of making me come with your voice alone, slut.�

He bucked
up again; claiming Severus� mouth possessively, blood burning at the amused
smile he felt against his lips.

-fin-

�I have a picture,
pinned to my wall.

An image of you and of me and we're laughing and loving it all.

Look at our life now, tattered and torn.

We fuss and we fight and delight in the tears that we cry until dawn.

Hold me now, warm my heart

stay with me, let loving start�

You say I'm a dreamer; we're two of a kind.

Both of us searching for some perfect world we know we'll never find.

So perhaps I should leave here, yeah go far away�

But you know that there�s no where that I'd rather be than with you here

today�

You ask if I love you, well what can I say?

You know that I do and if this is just one of those games that we play,

So I'll sing you a new song, please don't cry anymore.

And then I'll ask your forgiveness, though I don't know just what I'm

asking it for�

Hold me now.�
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