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A/N:
Alright, so, I bow to public demand. Four of you asked for more, so you can
have it. I will continue this for you; I think I might already have the ending
in my head too. As for explanations about Voldemort, he�s not important to this
story, as this chapter explains, he�s finished. He will have his importance,
but, remember its AR, just go with the flow! This will primarily be about R/S
and not the outside forces. This is the first fic
I�ve put on here which I have uploaded progressively �and that scares the
daylights out of me because I get scared of not finishing them. However, I�m
firmly counting on you regulars to kick me up the backside if I start slacking.
;)

Thanks so much for all the reviews, I think i've emailed all of you with thanks -Davinci, am getting to you now ;)

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There was
no describing the burning feeling pulling at Severus Snape�s body as he strode
towards his dungeon quarters. His mouth reeled with the taste of the youngest
Weasley male and it overpowered him at every turn. He had to get rid of it at
any cost, and as he burst through the doors to his rooms, his hands were
shaking. He blasted open the magically cooled chest in his bedroom and grabbed
the first vial he could find, not bothering to look what or whose blood he was
drinking. It tasted disgusting compared to the fresh, vibrant version he�d had
during the night.

He closed
his eyes and shuddered, his forearms creeping with sensation as he took in a
deep breath out of habit. Three years of being a Vampire hadn�t beaten out of
him over thirty years of the need for air. And people often tended to notice
when he didn�t breathe.

Calm down, Severus. He instructed himself through his
mind and willed himself to slow his erratic heart. Vampirism was certainly no
easy ride. Nothing changed, except the want for blood, and the fact he would
never age. But his body functioned the same, though he
needed far less oxygen to operate. He could still bleed his own blood
(ever-replenishing), his heart still beat and he could sweat, produce oil in
his hair�

And orgasm just the same. But better.

He batted
the annoying thought away as the image of Ron Weasley spread wantonly like a
delicious preserve across a crumpet swum on his closed eyelids. Severus never
wanted to be grateful to Harry Potter for anything, but he found himself being
so, in that Potter had missed Weasley�s presence and
alerted McGonagall at first light. They�d been released from the infernal
prison with surprise all round when their rescue party had cracked open the
wall and found Ron Weasley asleep on Severus Snape�s shoulder.

Well I wasn�t going to push his head
off. That would have been rude.

Explanations
had got Severus away from the young man that had been intoxicating him for
three hours after their blood-donation-cum-sexual-encounter, but there had been
one crucial flaw in that plan. Potter had immediately dragged Weasley off to the
tower, with McGonagall screeching about punishment� and Severus never had the
chance to Obliviate him.

So there
was a redhead, probably asleep by that point, tucked up warm in Gryffindor
tower, missing lessons, who would awaken and wonder
just what the hell had happened to him the night before.

And then all hell breaks loose.

Anyone in
the corridor would have been horrified at the sudden outburst of language which
was bellowed about the Potion Master�s living quarters had they been walking
past.

***

Ron�s first
thought was for his pounding head. The curtains were drawn around his bed,
which was good, because he was in relative darkness, but still his poor
dehydrated brain throbbed. Even thinking seemed to hurt and he found that out
the hard way.

Really regretting the tenth and
eleventh now. Ow. Oh god. I took a fucking
sobering solution on my way up to the castle� so what the hell? This shouldn�t
be so bad.

Ron managed
to turn his head on the pillow and felt a soreness in his shoulders and neck
which didn�t make sense. He�d not been dancing nor doing anything remotely
strenuous.

I remember getting back to the gates
and the solution not having worked� drunk� someone was there?

�Ron, are you up?� The dormitory door banged open and suddenly the curtains of
his bed ripped open, with an angry-faced Hermione standing there with Harry
behind her making apologetic eyes and shrugging hopelessly. �What the hell were
you thinking last night?�

�I didn�t
mean it to get so late,� Ron slurred in his speech and Hermione looked at him.

�Are you still drunk?�

�No,� Ron
really wasn�t, but he just felt so tired.

�Just
because you were out half the night getting sloshed with the twins doesn�t mean
you can skive your lessons, Ron, this is our last year and it�s important! We
nearly messed it all up once, Ron, we were given a second chance! Get up!�

��Mione, I can�t��

�Get up!�
She repeated, much more loudly, and the crashing in Ron�s head almost deafened
him.

�He doesn�t
look well,� Harry interrupted the rant Hermione had broken into about
irresponsibility and how disappointed his mother would be if he were expelled
from school.

�I�m not
surprised, up half the night, locked in the freezing castle walls.�

�With Snape,� Harry snorted in disgust.

�What?� Ron asked, blinking stupidly.

�Don�t you remember?� Harry looked at Hermione. �Snape was in there with you;
he tried to prevent you invoking the enchantment and got dragged through there
with you? McGonagall says she hates having to praise him but said he did the
right thing, not letting you go by yourself.�

Did the right thing� Ron thought on those words, as
though they had some sort of other significance. So I spent the night in a stone chamber with Snape. God.
Bet he was ready to hex me to hell and back. I�m a cocky bastard when I�m
pissed.

�We have to be in
Potions in ten minutes,� Hermione looked at her watch. �Get up. Now.�

She strode
from the room and slammed the door behind her, and Harry watched her go. �I�m
sorry, she overheard me explaining to the guys,� he apologised sheepishly.

Ron felt
more awake but hardly any less dizzy. �S�all
right.�

He pushed
himself out of the bed and staggered until he grabbed hold of one of his
bedposts.

�I�m not
sure you should be going anywhere,� Harry looked at him worriedly.

�She�s only
going to go off on one again. I�d rather go to Potions than listen to her,� Ron
reached for his school robes.

***

The first
thing Ron noticed was that he was extremely cold, even though he was huddled
inside his outer school robe. The dungeons were always chilly, but it seemed to
be within his bones.

I think I was cold last night. Maybe
I caught something?

The door
opened again then and Snape walked in front of their NEWT class and glared at
them all. �Page 53 of your books,� he said in a bored drawl. �Follow the
instructions and try to successfully make a Sobering Solution.�

Heh, Ron
thought. That�s ironic. Must be directed at me.

Hermione
was bustling next to him, setting up her cauldron, and even Harry was arranging
his tripod and the fire-proof mat. Tiredly, and suppressing a yawn, Ron did the
same, not really paying attention because he was so tempted to put his head
down on the desk and sleep.

�Weasley,�
a sharp voice dragged him out of his funk.

***

I really thought he�d be in bed all
day, the looks of his hangover this morning. Fucking moronic
brat.

�Weasley,�
Severus laced his tone with as much venom as he could muster when the
eighteen-year-old�s blood sang to him like a
beautiful aria. �Wake up. Just because you choose to spend your nights
gallivanting does not mean you are permitted to slack off in your lessons.�

A hazy-eyed
pale face blinked back at him.

He looks god-awful.

�Weasley!�
Severus snapped his fingers loudly in front of the nonplussed face for effect,
and the boy did move, then.

He jerked
out of his stool and fell onto the floor.

The Granger
girl was kneeling by his side in seconds, and Severus found himself filled with
a possessive fire he did not understand. One donation, one blow job �it
explained nothing as to why he suddenly felt protective of the young man
half-unconscious on the lab floor.

�Professor,�
Granger looked up at him, her eyes wide, full of concern.

�Hermione,
I told you, you should have let him in stay in bed,� Potter hissed. �He wasn�t
well.�

�Out of the
way,� Severus said finally, and ducked down, gathering the redhead in his arms.

�Pummedown,� Weasley�s head lolled
against Severus� shoulder and the older man had to work hard to control the
shiver running riot up and down his spine.

***

In Snape�s
arms, Ron was overcome with a sweet, fragrant smell, one he suddenly
recognised, and with that smell, everything else he�d been missing since awakening �came
flooding back.

Shit and fuck. He�s a vampire. Last
night he sucked my blood and then my cock. SHIT AND FUCK.

And then
Ron really did pass out.

***

When Ron
came to, he was in the hospital wing, on one of the generic beds which were the
most uncomfortable thing he�d ever had the misfortune to place his backside on.
And they were too short for him, even without opening his eyes he knew his feet
were dangling off the end, even if they were covered by starched sheets and the
itchy blankets.

Feels like there are quite a few
blankets on here, this is strange. But so, so warm. God. Godddddddd it�s good.

Ron didn�t
realise he�d groaned aloud and on his forehead he suddenly felt a warm hand.
�Ron, it�s okay.�

A female
voice, one he recognised. The hand stroked across his brow and pushed his hair
back. He twitched with irritation at the feeling and groaned again, trying to
display his ill content but it only seemed to spur whoever it was on.

�Madame Pomfrey, I think he�s waking up.�

�Oh good,
now I can get this in him,� a much more mature female voice spoke. �Out of the
way please, Ms. Granger. In fact, it is now after curfew. You and Mr. Potter
should return to your dormitories. Weasley will be staying put for tonight, and
I will be putting him straight back into a sleep once he has taken his
medication.�

Ron kept
his eyes firmly closed as he heard chairs scraping over the flagstone floor and
then Hermione called out, �We�ll be back in the morning, Ron.�

�Night,�
that was Harry, and then, blissfully, he heard their retreating footsteps.

It wasn�t
that Ron didn�t want his friends by his bedside, because he did. But he just
felt so wretched that their very presence, even the sound of their breathing,
might irritate him. He needed a visitor who couldn�t breathe, wouldn�t make a
sound.

He finally
chanced to crack open his eyes and was met by the dim lighting of the ward, and
the not-so-smiling face of Madame Pomfrey. �Welcome
back, Mr. Weasley. You�ve just missed your bedside guard.�

�I knew
they were here,� Ron croaked, and swallowed, trying to clear his foggy throat.
�W-what happened?�

�My tests have all indicated that you suffer from a minor infliction of a blood
disorder called anaemia, Mr.Weasley, did you know
that?�

�No,� Ron answered honestly �it was very rare that anything was wrong with him
health-wise.

�Well, it
flared up for some reason. It was the reason you fainted.�

�Not a hangover then?�

�No, the anaemia was the reason the sobering solution you took didn�t exactly
work.�

�You know
about that, huh?�

�I know
everything, Mr. Weasley,� she laughed and Ron hoped his face wasn�t as alarmed
as his mind.

She knows everything? Does she know
about Snape? Oh my God. Oh fucking God.

�So what
might have caused it to flare?� Ron frowned.

�Well, if
you�d lost any blood, I�d say that,� the matron told him. �But you haven�t. Not
a cut on you. So it�s just one of those things, it would seem. You just need
some replenishing potion and a good rest and you�ll be as right as rain again.
Not to worry.�

�But what
does it mean?�

�It means
that your body doesn�t quite produce enough red blood cells to carry enough
oxygen around the body. And if, for example, you had lost some blood, that
would cause you to be tired and faint. In the muggle world, for example,
anaemic people are not allowed to donate blood, as it would be detrimental to
their health.�

Well there we have the cause of the
flare up then. Merlin. Thanks a bunch, Snape.

�. Can�t blame
him. I seem to remember inviting him. Shit.

�I don�t
think I�ll need drugging to go back to sleep,� Ron said sleepily. �I promise
I�m already halfway there.�

She looked
at him with a scrutinising gaze and must have agreed with what she saw, because
she gave a curt nod and said, �Just the replenishing potion then. It�s not
particularly pleasant, I warn you. It will taste of what it�s trying to
replace, due to all the iron.�

Ron opened his
mouth obediently as she tipped a large glass to his lips. She was right, it was
utterly vile but he dutifully drank, just because he wanted to feel human
again.

Human. Last night you could have kissed goodbye to humanity forever.

�You�re a
surprisingly good patient,� she observed. �Well. As you don�t need a sleeping
draught, I�ll leave you in peace to rest. See you in the morning, Mr. Weasley.�

Ron smiled
and laid his head back down, closing his eyes as dutifully as he had swallowed
the disgusting concoction to restore him to full health. He heard the matron
dim the lights, and then the soft thuds of her rubber soled shoes on the
flagstones, and finally, the closing of the door to her quarters. And then he
opened his eyes again, relieved to be alone so he could do what he had wanted
to do since he had first woken up.

He
extracted his hand from beneath the blankets and ran his fingertips over the
side of his throat that he remembered Snape biting. There were no indents, no scabs, the flesh wasn�t even painful when he applied
pressure. His neck and shoulders still ached as they had that morning, but
physically it seemed as though there was nothing to show from his adventure
with Severus Snape, the school vampire.

Ron closed
his eyes in relief, he had wondered about the marks on his neck �surely they
would have been noticed in his examination. But if there was nothing there then
his, and by proxy Snape�s, secret was safe. And Ron intended for it to stay
that way. He yawned, and opened his eyes and nearly screamed in terror when he
saw there was someone standing at the end of his bed. He had heard nobody
approach and his heart threatened to burst out of his ribcage. As it was, he
managed to clamp his hand over his mouth and stifle his scream, though he did jump
upright in the bed, despite all his aching body parts and pounding-again head.

�Weasley,�
Snape spoke, in a low, carrying voice. �Did you not think it would be a good
idea to tell me that you were anaemic?�

Ron panted
through his hand, the fear from his sudden visitor emanating in a cold sweat
all over his body.

�Scared of
me?� The tall man walked up beside his bed and dropped soundlessly into the
chair which had been Hermione�s not ten minutes before. �I must say that�s
comforting, last night you were so stupidly cocky I wondered if your head was
on right.�

�I�m not
scared of you,� Ron hissed, finally
gaining control of his speech faculties. �I was scared of the fact you came
from bloody nowhere.�

�Language,� Snape reminded him brusquely.

�I think it�s
a bit late for language warnings,� Ron muttered, easing himself back so he
could lean against his pillows. �Why� why are you here?�

Want another feed?

�I wanted
to check on your welfare.�

I wouldn�t have said no.

That
thought made Ron jerk his head and Snape looked at him closely. �What�s the
matter, Weasley, afraid I was coming back for more so soon?�

�No,� Ron
whispered.

�You are no
longer drunk, Mr. Weasley. You do not have to pretend you enjoy such attention
now.�

�I don�t
recall pretending during any part of last night,� Ron said, his voice hoarse.

Snape gave
him a long, hard look, then shook his head with a mutter and turned his head
away.

�What?� Ron
frowned.

�Nothing, Weasley. I hope you recover quickly. I will not bother you again.�

�But I invited
you to��

�I will fight that urge as I did last night,� Snape looked pained as he said
it.

�And if I
don�t want you to?�

�Now that�s
dangerous talk, Weasley.�

�Ron.�

�Weasley.�

�Well done,
yes, that�s my full name,� Ron sighed, wishing his head would stop swimming.

�You are
incredibly infuriating, has anybody ever told you that?� Snape groused, eyes
glittering in the almost extinguished ward lights.

�I didn�t
know��

�That
you�re infuriating?� Snape�s eyebrow quirked with something
akin to amusement, although he�d never admit that aloud.

�That I was
anaemic,� Ron said softly. �If I had, I would have told you.�

�I am
glad,� Snape told the prone young man. �It makes this easier.�

�Makes what easier?�

�It would
be detrimental to your health, should I ever come
calling on you. I will not do that.�

�I never
had you down for such a gentleman,� Ron gave a wispy chuckle.

�The point
is, Weasley, I�m not a man at all.�

All traces
of the laughter faded and Ron looked at him with a swallow. �It felt�amazing.�

�That is the nature of my kind feeding,� Snape shrugged. �It would feel that
way with any one of us not drinking to kill.�

�Or turn,� Ron said softly.

�That�s
right,� Snape looked discomfited at just how much of the night before Ron could
remember �and Ron somehow just knew the man had spent the day hoping his
student might have been drunk enough to pass it off as some odd, erotic
adolescent nightmare.

Not a nightmare by a long shot.
Fantasy, now we�re talking.

Ron snorted
with laughter at his own mind and bit into his lip when he realised Snape was
staring at him.

�What, might I ask, was funny?�

�That you
thought I�d be drunk enough to pass last night off as a drunken nightmare.�

�How did you know that I��

�I�m
perceptive when I want to be,� Ron gave a small shrug of his shoulders, but
instantly regretted it, pain coursed through his upper body. �Gods above why am
I so sore?�

A smile did
cross Snape�s lips then and Ron wanted to scowl that it could only come at what
seemed as a reaction to his pain. But when Snape spoke, his voice was soft and
somewhat kind.

�You spent
a lot of time with your neck back and your shoulders squared. You were bound to
ache.�

�It only felt like seconds?� Ron was puzzled.

�It would
feel that way to you as a donor. Time rushes, you�re lost in your own pleasure�
I know what it is like, Mr. Weasley. I can still donate to other vampires.�

�But the books say you�re inhuman, you don�t have blood-�

�The books
are wrong,� Snape sighed simply. �Just as they do not tell you the true nature
of what you experienced last night, they do not include the true bodily nature
of being one of my kind. The ministry feels if they
keep up the line in the books, that people will simply refrain from acquainting
with us, as we are too sub-human to be safe.�

�Well, that�s a load of bollocks then,� Ron rolled his eyes.

�You do
have a remarkable talent for bluntly assessing the truth, Weasley. I commend
you for that.�

�So what now?� Ron whispered, looking over at the man �humping bloody Hufflepuffs, how many times, Ron, V-A-M-P-I-R-E!- seated next to
his bed.

��Nothing�
is what now,� Snape rose to his feet, as silently as he had entered the
hospital wing. �You will return to full health and I will stay as far away from
you as I possibly can without arousing suspicion. You will see me in Potions
lessons and nowhere else.�

Ron was
surprised how much the thought of that disappointed him, and he didn�t bother
to hide it on his face. Snape looked at him fleetingly before stepping away
making it halfway down the infirmary before Ron spoke again.

***

Against his
better judgement, Severus stopped and turned around.

�What did
you say?� He asked quietly, not wanting his voice to resonate far enough to
reach the matron.

�I said you
don�t have to stay away,� Weasley looked straight him.

As though
an invisible force had glued his feet to a moving board, Severus walked back
towards the redhead�s bed and stood by its side once more, gazing down at the
freckled inhabitant with an intense gaze.

�Trust me, Weasley, it will be for the benefit of us both that I do.�

�Really?�
he asked dubiously. �Really, resisting my blood is a good call for you? It�s
not going to drive you slowly insane� to have this blood here, to have been
invited to have it whenever you wish, to want drink it in, but to-�

�Stop,�
Severus hissed, the luscious words rolling over him like silk bed sheets, and
his spine tingled again as it had in the lab when Weasley had been in his arms.
When that voice had become so powerful, Severus could not pinpoint. �You are not
drunk this time, you will have no out if you say something you regret.�

�I�m not using my inability to hold my drink as an out, Severus,� Weasley
looked at him with honest eyes.

�Professor
Snape,� Severus hissed pointedly.

Weasley
just smiled at him, in a way which might have been serene if Severus hadn�t�ve been stripping through the bedclothes with his
eyes, eager to see the creamy flesh of the man once more.

Gathering
all the courage he could muster, Severus stepped level with the pillows on the
bed and leant close to Weasley�s face. When they were
looking directly into each other�s eyes, Severus spoke. �Get this into your
thick head, Weasley, I spell incontrovertible trouble
for you. Nothing, and I repeat that again so that it
might chance sink through your skull to your brain �nothing good can come of
this. And nothing will. Goodnight,
Mr. Weasley.�

�Nothing good?� Weasley seemed utterly ethereal in the dim lights of the hospital wing,
and all of Severus� tightly gathered control flowed away like a stream down a
mountainside as the teenager stretched out a hand, grasped the front of his
robes, pulled him close, and kissed him.

It was a
brief and somewhat tight lipped affair until Weasley swiped his tongue against
the older man�s mouth and in surprise Severus was fool enough to part his lips
a fraction, but that was all it seemed the redheaded needed to press his luck.
Before Severus knew it, his mouth was full of a foreign tongue, one he had
craved ever since he had last had it, and he was loathe to
let it leave him behind once more.

And so
Severus kissed back, bent awkwardly over the bed, eyes closed as he kissed,
tasting the remnants of the blood replenishing potion in the opposing mouth.

That would allow this to work� if he
has to legitimately take those potions to keep himself well� nobody would know.
It would be as if the blood never left him, and I was never there�

Severus
refused to listen to himself and merely concentrated on the way the wet tongue
danced with his, matching him move for move, even though the owner was
considerably younger than he was.

Well, like that�s an issue. I�m not
getting any older, am I?

With that
invading thought, Severus lurched back, leaving Ron open-mouthed with his eyes
shut, looking gloriously whorish.

�If you
know what�s good for you, you will never do that again,� Severus hissed, and
turned on his heel, exiting the hospital wing as stealthily as he had entered
it.

***

Stone the bloody crows. How is
someone as ugly as he is such a good kisser?

Ron
swallowed as he lay back on his pillows, breathing unevenly as he recovered
from the waves of lust the kiss had pushed through him. A
kiss which he had, once more, instigated.

And he didn�t fight it for the
meantime.

Letting his
eyes close, Ron slid further down the bed, back into the warmth of the triple
layered blankets covering his body. He replaced his hand back within it and
sighed as it came to a stop on his hip.

I said ugly. Well. He�s not that
ugly, really.

Ron�s eyes
re-opened as he considered his thoughts, and they slid sideways to see his wand
resting on the bedside table.

What am I talking about; the man�s
got a nose like a medium sized country and enough grease in his hair to fry a
double pack of bacon. DAMMIT, RON, VAMPIRE! NOT MAN!

Closing his
eyes again, Ron knew what he was going to do before he actually did it, and his
hand crept into the standard issue hospital pyjamas without a second
consideration. He had already been made half-hard by the kiss, which told him
enough about the effect his vampire Professor had on him without the need for
deep contemplation. He wrapped his fingers around his cock and pulled at it a
few times, teasing himself into full hardness without much effort. His thoughts
turned to fantasy.

I�m walking to a lesson through a
deserted corridor.
Ron winced at his cheesy fantasy mind but decided to go with it because it was
all he had, along with his hand. Out of
nowhere, he grabs me and slams me behind a tapestry. In his mind�s eye Ron
saw the scene, the strong raven-haired professor throwing him helplessly
against a wall, his eyes gleaming. And
then he kisses me, just like before. Ron bit back a groan at that memory
and pulled harder with his hand, speeding up his strokes. And then he�d just look at me, dare me to protest, and sink his teeth
into me. Ron recalled the swirling pleasure he�d experienced the night
before and opened his mouth in a silent gasp to the empty hospital wing. And when he�s drinking from me, he�d wank me with those thin, nimble hands� Ron paused at
that, wondering when he�d ever stopped to consider Severus Snape�s hands, but
he was too far involved to stop. He�d
have more from me this time, enough that I could nearly come in his hand from
that alone. And when he knows I�m at that point, he would detach and sink down
on his knees at my feet� Ron knew he was arching up off the bed with want,
his own hand failing to be adequate attention. And then that mouth would lick and suck me like it did last night,
tasting me, never complaining, making me moan and cry out.

Ron
couldn�t remember ever making himself spill so easily before, but that was what
happened, and moments later he was coming with silent gasps, arching into his
own hand, slowly milking himself to completion, lost in a haze of thoughts of
the dark-haired man who had only minutes before been attached to him at the
lip.

***

Severus was
barely coherent as he fell onto the mostly pointless bed he kept in his
bedroom. His hand was already in his trousers, fighting against the fabric he
had forgotten to unbutton in his haste to orgasm. He was barely on the mattress
before he started stroking, the burning call of Weasley�s
blood driving him almost to insanity �his forearms were crawling again.

That
sensation alone was enough to drive him to near insanity. He repeated to
himself in his mind that what he was doing was a distraction from that alone,
and with that he lost himself to the fantasy his mind had been trying to
tantalise him with all day.

Ripped clothing everywhere, nothing
left on that delicious, creamy body and everything exposed, just for me. Gods,
I�ll bet he�s fucking gorgeous under those clothes. I could totally dominate
him and he wouldn�t fight, he wants it, I know he does. He wants me to make him
beg and moan and scream with need. And it is need. Need
beyond what he�s ever known before, need he didn�t know existed without me.

Severus
gasped aloud, eyes rolling back in his head, as he pulled hard at his erection,
his left hand working clumsily to undo the button at his waist, which finally
popped open a devastatingly long minute later, and the zip shot open under the
pressure from his hand buried beneath the material. An undignified buck of the
hips later, they were halfway down his thighs.

Just like his were last night before
I sucked him in the other way I know I�m good at. Another groan reached the canopy of
the bed and he then let himself dream of what he had rejected the opportunity
of the night before. And then he could
return the favour, licking and sucking me off, tasting me for the first time,
carrying away the proof of what his body does to me on his hot, wet tongue. Severus
suddenly lamented he�d not taken the time to get his trousers off, because he
realised nothing would have ended his torment quicker than plunging three
fingers inside of himself. But there was no way he was stopping now. God yes. The sight of that red mouth stretched
around me, looking down at him, his nose pressing into me as he takes me in
fully, gagging slightly, choking on the length but never giving up� oh sweet
Merlin.

A feral
growl slipped from his mouth then and Severus suddenly wondered how Ron would
react to that sound, if his back would stiffen with fear or lust. Lust, I�d bet. He seems to be a sensual
thing. So I would pounce, roll him on his front and attack his neck again, suck
him once more, grinding into his backside.

Imagining
his prick entombed in such a way had him mewling while he poured into his
working hand, desperately swabbing the pad of his thumb back and forth across
the tip of his erection, delighting in the way it stung with every press of
flesh to flesh.

�Oh sweet
gods Ron yes�� that admonition was verbal and it shocked him into opening his
eyes and stilling his hand, though his cock still twitched within it and leaked
the remainder of his orgasm with a full body shudder.

Then
without giving himself a moment to relax �a moment you do not deserve, you disgusting
excuse of a soul- he threw himself off the bed and headed for the shower.

***

Three days
later saw Ron perfectly restored to health, and serving detention for his
illicit night time excursion.

�Maybe
you�ll think twice about leaving the castle without permission, Weasley. You
might have been there at the defeat of the Dark Lord, but I am disgusted to see
you jeopardising your second chance to complete your education successfully,�
McGonagall was still railing at him.
He�d already been there an hour and a half.

�I know,
Professor, and I apologise.�

�Apologise all you like, Weasley, if this happens again it will not be
tolerated. And you can be the one to tell your mother.�

Ron winced thinking on that and went back to manually cleaning
out the cages of the animals kept for transfiguration purposes within the
school.

�Well at
least you�re still afraid of your mother at any rate,� McGonagall fumed. �I
have a staff meeting I need to attend in half an hour. Finish up here and I
will see you tomorrow night, Weasley.�

Ron
inwardly groaned but didn�t protest that he�d be spending his Friday night in
detention.

I�m fucking nineteen in March. I
hate that she has this much control over me. I wish I�d not bothered coming
back.

Ron sighed
as he scrubbed determinedly at the cage, thinking back on his choice to return
to the school with Harry and Hermione. He had only done so for their company
�the lure of the real world was not enough when they would have been back in
the castle without him.

And� if you�d not come back, you
wouldn�t have found your new favourite fantasy.

Three
nights had passed since his stay in the hospital wing, and four since his
imprisonment in the stone chamber with Snape. His Professor had kept his word
and Ron had only seen him the once, in Potions, since their last kiss. But that
did not mean it was the last time he had recalled the sensations, or pleasured
himself whilst thinking on them. No. Three nights, three devastating orgasms
�and even cleaning the disgusting cage, his prick gave a twitch as the images
began to seep into his mind once more.

Ew, not here. She might come back. And I really need to wash my hands.

Declaring
his job done, Ron set the cage down and cast a cleaning spell on his hands,
though it did not feel enough. Picking up his bag, he left the transfiguration
store classroom and headed into the hallway, aiming for the bathroom at the end
of the corridor.

With
scalding hot water and soap coating him, Ron felt much cleaner. He rinsed off
the suds, dried his large, pale hands, and looked at himself in the mirror. As
pale as ever, freckles marring his face, hair messy �mum�s going to do her nut when she sees me at Christmas, fuck- and
uniform rumpled as ever, he looked as though there had been no interruption in
his schooling whatsoever. Despite how tall he was, he could have passed for
sixteen again.

And that would make Snape a pervert.

Ron
swallowed thinking his name, still looking at himself in the mirror. He saw how
his throat bobbed and wondered just how he might have looked within that
chamber, when Snape was sucking him off.

It could be worse.

Realising
he was pushing the time limit of the pass in his pocket to get him safely back
to Gryffindor Tower without earning another detention, Ron turned back out into
the corridor and decided to take the back route to his dorm. If McGonagall was
in a staff meeting, then everyone else would be too. Ron idly thought that it
was rather late for a staff meeting, but paid it no heed as he walked quietly
down one of the smaller corridors to a hidden spiral staircase which would at
least take him half the way.

And that
was when the smell hit him. Sweet, almost floral �he knew exactly what it
meant, that Snape was nearby. He heard footsteps and then, in a beautifully
orchestrated moment of timing, the man in question rounded the corner, clearly
in a hurry, checking his watch.

Ron stopped
and looked at him and Snape did the same, becoming almost as much of a statue
as the stone bust of a wizard to their right. Unusually, Ron was struck with
the inability to think of what to say, his repertoire of witty opening
one-liners completely deserting him. Snape looked to be in much the same state.

Ron�s eyes
swept over the man and realised just how pale and wan he actually looked �he
had not looked that way three nights before leaning over his sickbed in the
infirmary. Somehow, as if the knowledge had been there all along but he had
never tapped it, Ron understood exactly why Snape looked like that. Because of me�

Heart
pounding with the gravity of what he was about to do, Ron stood up straight,
squared his shoulders, flicked his eyes to Snape and then looked purposefully
at the tapestry a little way behind him, before sending his gaze back to Snape.
He had to turn his head as he did so, and knew it would expose his throat.
Without another word, or look, he turned on his heel and ducked behind the
tapestry, where he dropped his bag and leaned against the wall, waiting.
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