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"I'm a Teacher"	By : ronsmistress Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Ron Views: 7886 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ron appeared before the small house right on time. The neighborhood was quiet and a few random people walked about, each with his own agenda. While they gave him polite nods and acknowledgments, none stopped him on his walk to the door.

He knocked three times, then waited. It was only a few moments before the door opened a bit and a figure looked out. Ron looked straight at the opening, letting whoever had answered have a full look at his face. It was a tactic he found most reporters used to show that they had nothing to hide and weren’t threatening. In Ron’s case, he knew he was expected so he did nothing to obscure his appearance.

The door opened completely to show Professor Snape as Ron had never seen him before. He was in jeans and a black t shirt, casually untucked and with his feet bare. His hair was pulled back and he carried a cigarette in one hand that he lifted and took a drag from.

“Mr. Weasley,” was all he said in greeting.

“Good afternoon sir. I’m from the Quibbler. I believe Luna told you to expect me.” He said confidently.

“Yes, she did.” He stood aside and allowed Ron to enter. The Professor’s house was furnished for function and comfort, not decoration. Books lined the shelves from wall to wall, and there were very few photographs or knickknacks. Only one or two frames above his fire from what he could see, although they were too far away to make out the images. There were comfortable looking armchairs before the fire and a small table that looked slightly out of place.

“Do you drink?” Ron turned and saw the Professor filling a glass.

“Here and there, and with dinners out of course.” He answered.

“I set the table there for your parchments and notes.” He said as he filled another glass.

“Thank you Sir.” Ron took a seat and pulled his parchments out of his satchel. Flicking his wand at a quill, the feathered instrument sprang to life, posed over the parchments.

“Does that thing embellish?” He asked, taking the other chair and handing Ron a glass.

“No it doesn’t. It writes word for word, then I use it for the article. I don’t like embellishment.” He said.

“I thought sports reporters sold the games by colorful wording.” He was testing him, Ron knew it from the look.

“Some do, but a good game doesn’t need selling if the action is good. Just like your potion. It will sell itself, it doesn’t need creative phrases.” Ron’s confidence in his career was evident and it seemed to satisfy the Professor who raised an eyebrow and took a drink.

“Now sir, shall we begin?”

Over the next three hours Severus answered questions about the potion, the beginning theory, it’s development and the legal patent. All in all it was a long and arduous one. His determination was commendable as he went through the brewing process. It took 9 hours of constant watching, no leaving it to simmer. The texture, smell, and heat level had to be noted.

He also commented on his reluctance to see other reporters and why he had chosen the Quibbler. He mentioned other reporters by name and things they had done. He commented on not only his desire to overcome the other two curses as well, but his low expectations.

Ron found him to be polite and dignified as he spoke of both success and failure. He was so different from the stern and unwavering Professor he knew, but then again Ron was a man on his own now and not a student subject to the authority of his school. The man sitting before Ron was merely another man, and his ease and casual manner made him comfortable, and to Ron‘s surprise, attractive.

Severus noticed it too. As the interview carried on, Ron began to speak with more control, directing Severus to what he wanted to know and asking different questions as he gave his answers. He obviously learned his profession well and interviewing athletes was no doubt easier, but as he spoke he wondered if perhaps the ginger would broaden his horizons after this piece.

By the time Ron packed away his notes, he had to stuff a huge stack of parchments into his satchel. “Thank you Professor for allowing this interview.”

He nodded in acknowledgement. “You may also thank Miss Lovegood for being respectful with the request.”

“I’ll pass it along to her.” A set of keys fell out of his bag, and Severus took a moment to glance at the tell-tale rainbow before Ron swiped them up again.

“The gay rainbow? Is that why Miss Lovegood sent a sports reporter?” He asked, although without any sarcasm or suggestion.

Ron let out a laugh. “No, she normally would have sent one of two others. One is having a baby and the other is still in Romania. She would have waited but she knew you’d be back at Hogwarts soon, so she sent me.”

He nodded. “I see.”

Ron shouldered his bag and offered his hand. Severus took it, noticing how soft and warm the younger man’s skin felt. “Miss Lovegood agreed to allow me to see the article before she publishes it.”

“Yes, she told me.” He said with a nod. “I’ve been told to forgo all other assignments to focus on this one. I will send it to you by tomorrow late afternoon and you can make any notes you wish before sending it back. Nothing will be published without your approval.”

Satisfied with the chain of events, Severus opened the door to a flash of light. Rita Skeeter and her loyal photographer were standing on his doorstep. “Mr. Snape, how lovely to see you, I was hoping you might have a moment to talk.”

Severus took out his wand and sent a flash through the camera lens. The backing opened up and the film was ejected out in a puff of sparks and smoke. The ashes landed on the sidewalk and blew away in the wind. An angry photographer snapped the camera shut and glared at him.

“A moment to talk about what?” He asked, baiting her. Normally he just ignored her and continued walking. Had Ron not been there he would have merely shut the door in her face. But he knew he had an opportunity on his hands to rattle her feathers and he was going to take it.

“Why your new potion of course. A successful block against the Imperious Curse, a phenomenon indeed.” She attempted the take a step forward but Severus hadn’t moved.

“I have already discussed the potion at length, and it will appear in print soon enough.” He stepped aside and allowed Ron to exit. The smile on Skeeter’s face dropped, but only for a moment before she lit up again. “A lover’s meeting perhaps?”

Both Ron and Severus exchanged a look then looked back to her. Ron offered a hand and waited until she took it before speaking. “Ron Weasley, sports correspondent for the Quibbler.” Her shaking motion stopped and she stared at him.

“The Quibbler?” She asked.

“Sports correspondent?” Her photographer asked.

“Yes, well Miss Lovegood, our editor was a bit rushed to get the interview so she sent me.” He smiled at her gaping expression, then faced the Professor. “I’ll send you an owl later sir.” With his nod, Ron walked away, apparating to his flat.

He spent the rest of the evening perfecting the article. He stayed up late, only retiring when he couldn’t hold his head up anymore. He slept in his clothes and rose to head to his desk immediately after he woke. This was the first mainstream story he would cover and he didn’t want to let Luna down. More importantly, he didn’t want the Professor to regret his decision to agree to the interview. Ron had so many things against him at this point. His few years as a reporter, his less then respected employer, the fact that he only covered sports and his virtually unknown name. He had a lot to prove.

He sent off an owl to Professor Snape at 3 o clock. Satisfied, but still nervous, he waited until 8 that evening for a reply. The parchments came back, with a single note attached. ‘Well done’. It was two simple words and the parchments, devoid of any notes or corrections, sent him jumping up and down on his couch, screaming for joy. His owl flew about searching for safety from the unusual behavior of his Ron, his mental owner. Ron, however was over the moon. He grabbed his cloak and made his way to Luna’s home. This just couldn’t wait.
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