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“Severus,
where are you going?” Charlie frowned, reaching forward and grabbing his arm.
“Er, I was going to sit down,” Severus waved at the chairs,
mostly already filled.
“Yeah but
I’ve got you a seat right here,” Charlie pointed to the family rows immediately
at the front of the congregation.
“But I’m
not…”
“Oh Merlin,
Severus, it’s been how long now? Nearly four years, and you still don’t see
that we count you as family?” Charlie shook his head, his auburn curls bouncing
with him. “And, you don’t have a flower for your button hole, either.
Honestly.”
Charlie
reached to the row in front and picked up one of the posies made out of a
yellow rose and gypsophalia. “Here,” he thrust it
upon Severus expectantly. “And don’t complain, either.”
Severus
didn’t fight Charlie’s protestations that he was a fully engrained member of
the Weasley family. It was truer that afternoon than it had ever been before,
though the redheads did not know it. Severus slipped the stem through the
button hole on the collar of his dress robes and shot Charlie a smile.
“Much
better,” he praised. “I can’t believe how many people there are here.”
“I know,”
Severus sat down, aware that people were staring at them. “I think it would
have done Harry a lot of good if there’d been less people.”
“He’s nervous?” Charlie asked.
“Shaking
like a leaf,” Severus said quietly.
“Poor guy.
I mean, the papers are here. That’s not something many people ever have to deal
with on their wedding day.”
“It’s
easier just to submit to them, though, rather than try and keep them out.
Better to have some he trusts than those he doesn’t,” Severus shrugged.
“Is Ron
alright? I remember when I did this for Bill and I was scared I’d mess
something up,” Charlie grinned.
“Well, no the stag night went alright, and we got him here on time, and Ron has
been checking the rings’ presence in his pocket every five minutes since then…
I think he’s alright.”
“Do you
ever regret not doing it this way?” Charlie asked interestedly.
“What, a big wedding? No, not at all,” Severus shook his head immediately.
“Do you
think Ron does?”
Severus
looked at him. “Why, has he said something?”
“No,” Charlie assured Severus. “I just always wondered. He’s been quite keen on
traditional stuff since his attack and I wondered if he ever regretted doing it
so quietly. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, obviously. It’s what I’d
like.”
“You’re hiding a potential spouse away, then?” Severus asked.
“Nope, and
not bloody likely if they don’t ever give me some breathing room… I think after
Stefan they’ve decided I can’t choose good blokes by myself and they have to do
it for me…”
Severus
gave a snort. “Must be tough. Kind of makes me glad I
was an only child.”
“Well, now you’ve got us,” Charlie winked at him. “Lucky
you.”
And our children are going to have
more Uncles than they know what to do with.
Severus’
stomach gave a little happy wobble when he thought that, and when he considered
how normal thinking the words ‘our children’ felt.
Still… fucking triplets though. And now we have to find three names… and buy three lots of everything…
I wonder what they’ll be like.
“Here we
go,” Fred edged past Severus and Charlie’s knees, as from nowhere beautiful
flute music piped out.
Severus
turned, but he wasn’t really watching. It wasn’t as though he was purposefully
being disrespectful, but he had found out that morning he’d be the father of
triplets. If there was ever a time to be
distracted and be pardoned for it…
Severus
did, however, catch Ron’s eye as he and Harry strolled up the aisle together,
and Ron gave him an excited wink. Severus felt a gush of happiness roll through
the chain bond and as they passed him, Severus smiled to the floor of the
marquee.
I never thought I’d be able to say
‘that is the other father of my children’. Life’s fucking peculiar.
Ginny
Weasley could never have looked anything other than a vision on her wedding
day, and she floated down the aisle on the arm of her father like she was born
to it. Severus felt the seats around him swell with brotherly pride and he
suddenly didn’t envy Harry at all. Ron was a brother of six. But Ginny was the
only girl, a magical seventh number, and even though she might well have been
the fiercest of them all, she was still the baby sister of the six Weasley
brothers.
Severus
found himself shuddering remembering his dream from that morning as it pushed
its way back into his conscious mind. Harry and Ron wrapped around one another
was not a possibility he’d really considered, and nor had he cared to, knowing
it would provoke the reaction it had that morning.
So why on earth now? The morning on which one of them got married and the morning that the
other found out he was fathering triplets. With me.
Yep. Life’s certainly fucking peculiar.
They all
took to their seats again and Severus really tried to pay attention, but he
found himself simply staring at Ron, watching as his face lit up with happiness
for his best friend. He imparted the rings and stepped back, folding his hands
together at his waist, his job done for the day. Severus felt warmth encompass
him and caught Ron’s eye again. He was positively glowing and Severus nervously
bit at his bottom lip –it seemed unfeasible that Ron’s happiness would go
unmissed by his family.
Things had
been good since they’d had The Incident That Must Not Be Named, but Ron had
been hit hard by it, and his mother’s death, and consequently his skin never
quite seemed to shine as healthily as it had before. Severus had seen him
through several counselling sessions and the tears which followed and talked
him out of quitting. The way he stood and glowed represented a very different
Ron to the one they had all grown used to over the last year or so.
As if he
had read Severus’ mind, Charlie leant close and whispered, “Ron looks fantastic
today… he looks really well.”
Severus
swallowed and nodded with a little happy shrug. He wasn’t going to impart news
as big as theirs in the middle of a wedding ceremony, and he certainly wouldn’t
do it without Ron there.
Before
Severus really knew what was happening, everyone was watching the sparks form
in the bond and then they were all up and clapping. Severus only just managed
to join in in time before he made himself look
idiotic. Next to him Charlie let out an ear piercing whistle between his
fingers and Severus jumped, causing Charlie to choke on his laughter and the
whistle to go completely awry. Laughing him with, Severus watched as the sides
of the marquee rolled upwards and the place transformed into a venue suitable
for a reception, as heating spells drenched the floor to make up for the cold
January air.
“And now
you get treated to your first proper Weasley wedding,” Bill grinned at Severus,
shifting Victoire in his arms. “I can enjoy this one without worrying about
‘the schedule’” he threw a shifty glance at Fleur, who tactfully ignored him
and rubbed her stomach.
“Are you
alright?” Severus asked her, flicking his eyes to her hand, resting where she
had rubbed.
“Oh, yes,”
she flushed, and looked away too quickly.
Our children are going to go to
Hogwarts together!
Severus found himself itching to tell Ron that, but they’d all disappeared for
photographs in the garden. Severus broke away from the little bundle of
Weasleys and helped himself to a glass of champagne from a floating tray. He peered
out and could see the photographed group a way in the distance. He sauntered up
to watch, smiling.
“And if you
can look over here for me,” The photographer called, and Ron caught sight of
Severus lurking.
As his eyes
skimmed over Ron’s face, Severus found it hard to believe that Ron would only
be twenty-two in a month. He looked so much more mature than he ever had
before, and Severus couldn’t help but wonder if Ron would feel robbed of his
youth at some point in the future. In nine months he would have three children
to co-look after and he seemed barely out of childhood himself.
Severus
swallowed that thought and lectured himself sternly. He chose to do this, he entered us into the programme… and he ticked
that bloody box. So, at least it’s his prerogative.
He drank some of the champagne and watched as
the photographer convinced Harry to haul Ginny up into his arms and hold her
bridal style in his arms, leaving her shrieking about ripping the dress.
“Put me
down, you bloody oaf,” she cried, throwing her head back with laughter as the
camera snapped and flashed –it would make a stunning picture; her long red hair
fell backwards and swung in the air and Harry beamed looking into her face.
Severus
felt a sad little pull at his heart that Lily was missing her son’s wedding
day, when she would so have approved of his choice. His eyes misted over
slightly as Harry set Ginny back on the ground and kissed her, causing the
camera to flash and snap again and Ron ducked out of their way to join Hermione
and Luna Lovegood, Ginny’s bridesmaids. He stood tall and blazing headed
between them, smiling at something one of them had said.
“Best Man
and the bridesmaids by themselves!” The photographer proclaimed and both girls
herded into a side each of his husband and Severus narrowed his eyes, watching
where each individual hand was placed.
He was
pondering whether it was proper that Luna Lovegood’s hand should be resting on
Ron’s side in such a way when Remus spoke from behind him. “They look great,
don’t they?”
“Bunch of
photogenic brats,” Severus said quietly with a smile as the camera flashed
again.
Remus gave
a small snorting laugh of agreement. “Ron looks really well today; Dora and I
were saying it during the ceremony.”
Severus was
hit then with a longing he had never really known before. He had the longing to
impart news to a close friend which was exciting and a personal triumph, but it
was news he couldn’t immediately share. Severus had to physically reel in his
want.
“He does,
doesn’t he?”
“Remus!”
Harry called. “I’m glad you’re here. I was wondering… would you mind… picture?
As sort of my…”
“Of
course,” Remus shifted uncomfortably –Harry kept on referring to him as his
last link to his ‘family’ and it obviously made the werewolf anxious.
“Hey you,”
Ron said quietly to Severus and threw his arms around him. “Did I do good?”
“You did
wonderfully,” Severus flattered him with a wink and gave him a squeeze. “We
might have a problem,” he lowered his voice and smiled, nosing into Ron’s hair.
“Everyone keeps commenting on how well you look.”
“I wasn’t
aware I looked any different,” Ron blushed slightly.
“You look
happy,” Severus whispered.
“Oh, well, I am happy,” Ron grinned.
“I can’t keep my mind off them, Severus. No matter what I do my thoughts keep
going back to me, you, and three babies.”
“Me
either,” Severus breathed, tilting his head back so they were nose to nose and
blue eyes gazed into black.
The camera
snapped and the flash blinded Severus momentarily –camera flashes were like
looking at the sun where his black eyes came in to play.
“Ow,” he
squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head slightly.
“Sorry, Mr.
Potter instructed me to…”
“Harry, you
could have just asked if you wanted a picture of us,” Ron laughed and stepped
away from where Severus was rubbing at his closed eyes with gentle fingers.
“And now you’ve gone and blinded him for the night!”
“Well, can
we have a picture of you two with Harry and me?” Ginny asked, and Severus’ head
flew up, blinking stupidly at her.
“You want
me in your wedding photos?” He asked incredulously.
“You’re
Ron’s husband and he’s both my brother and the best man,” Ginny pointed out.
“Of course, Severus, you’re family.”
Severus
didn’t know what to say to that, so he just looked at the ground and tried not
to be too embarrassed.
***
“Oh god,
this is delicious,” Ron chewed slowly on a mouthful of cheesecake. “Oh so good.”
“Christ,
get any louder and you’ll be having sex with it,” Fred snorted. “But, then
again, this cheesecake is so good it may be tantamount to sex.”
“Let me
taste this sex-good cheesecake,” Severus frowned, plunging his fork into the
soft creamy mixture and stabbed a piece of digestive biscuit base for good
measure.
On chewing,
though, he could fault neither man’s assessment. “Bloody hell, that’s…”
“I know,”
Ron groaned, and ate some more. “Bet you wish you’d gone for this now.”
“The cake’s
great,” Severus shrugged. “You know I can’t resist a good chocolate fudge
cake.”
“Well,
here,” Ron portioned off half of his cheesecake and set it down on the side of
Severus’ plate, and then cut off half of the fudge cake in payment. “Even Stevens.”
“You two
are sickeningly sweet on one another,” Fred wrinkled his nose. “I can remember
a time Ron would stab those who wanted to share his food with the damned fork.
I’ve got a scar in my thigh…”
“Liar,” Ron
grinned.
“Want me to
pull up my robes and show you?”
“Oh lord,
you’ve not started channelling Uncle Bilius’ spirit,
have you?” Charlie laughed, catching the end of the conversation.
Seeing
Severus’ confused look, Ron turned to him. “Uncle Bilius
was a bit of a flasher,” he grinned.
“Life and
soul of the party,” Fred confirmed. “Drove Mum absolutely
batty. I remember at Ron’s first birthday party he stole the show by
charming the cake to throw flowers about and then got too drunk and couldn’t
stop the charm. We actually lost Ron under the growing pile at one point.”
“You would
have been three then?” Severus asked.
“I can
remember being three,” Fred shrugged. “Plus it helps when you have George; we
act as a personal memory back up service for one another.”
Severus
couldn’t help the way his eyes flitted to Ron and glittered with excitement,
much like the way Ron couldn’t help looking back with a grin tugging at the
corners of his mouth.
I wonder if they’ll have that…
they’re not identical triplets, but they’re sharing a womb… they’re sharing
life force at the minute. They’re going to have some kind of bond, surely? Oh
god, they’re going to have a secret language and we’ll never figure it out.
“I can
remember you and George talking in code when we were little,” Ron mused,
carefully impaling some cake on his fork. “You made it up, right, your own
little language?”
“Yeah, but when we got to Hogwarts everyone just thought we were warped so we
dropped it,” George shrugged. “Not that they thought we were any saner without
it, of course.”
They will always have a friend at
school. I like that idea. Severus remembered how terrified he’d been of not making friends at
school, and then how those friends had lost him the one person he really cared
about. His children would never have that –they would never be alone because
they could always go and find their siblings, even if they were in different
houses.
“Tell me,”
Severus said curiously, picking up his glass of wine. “Did the sorting hat talk
to you in the same way? Did you both automatically get sorted into Gryffindor?”
“It debated
me for Hufflepuff for a while,” George said, and
Tonks dropped her fork to give an enthusiastic clap.
“You would
have done us proud, George, you should have chosen!”
“I was
eleven and all of my family had been in Gryffindor,” George shrugged. “Plus
Fred threatened that if we weren’t in the same house he was going get himself
expelled and expected me to do the same so we could go home and be together.”
“I did no such thing,” Fred said airily, looking pointedly at his cheesecake.
“And anyway, it didn’t matter, did it, we both ended up Gryffindors.”
“And left
the next line of torture open for me,” Ron snorted. “And you told me you’d duff
me up if I didn’t get into Gryffindor.”
“Who told you that?” George raised an
eyebrow.
“Fred,” Ron
conceded.
“And who
stole you some biscuits to cheer you up when you were bawling over that?”
George asked again.
“You,” Ron
winked at him.
Oh God. The
sibling rivalry. Ron’s going to have to handle that because I haven’t
got the foggiest of how to deal with it.
The table
fell to chattering and Severus fought down the other questions he had for Fred
and George –any more and people would grow suspicious about his and Ron’s
suddenly peaked interest. They’d had to announce their enrolment into the
programme when they’d registered, because they couldn’t hide their excitement
on that first Christmas Day and everyone needed a piece of good news, it
seemed.
Ron’s thigh
nudged against Severus’ under the table and shot him a furtive look, as though
he knew what Severus was thinking. Severus licked his lips and gave him a
sultry look sideways. In the seconds that followed, there was an unspoken
promise made of what was to follow when they were finally alone that evening in
the confines of their home.
***
Ron was
positively glowing, inside and out. He felt triumphant as he gently revolved
around in a circle with his husband on the filled dance floor.
“See, I
dance with you,” Severus said quietly in his ear, breath tickling the sensitive
shell.
“And I’m loving it,” Ron smiled.
“I still
can’t believe it,” Severus whispered with a lopsided grin.
“Me either,
I can barely keep still.”
“There’s so
much we’ve got to do… nine months… we need adapt the spare room, of course, and
discuss paternity leave with work…”
“And tell
the droves of family,” Ron looked warily about them, careful of eavesdroppers
on the conversation.
Severus
hummed slightly in agreement and nudged closer to his husband. “This feels like
a dream. I’m going to wake up any moment, I know.”
“I’ve been
thinking the same thing ever since they told us,” Ron chuckled. “Oh, hey, that
reminds me, did you wake up screaming this morning? That’s the first time in a
long, long time that’s happened…”
And Severus knew Ron was right. Somewhere along the way, his nightmares had
faded into the ether, and he no longer woke up sweating, screaming and
repenting his mistakes for the darkness to hear. The darkness and Ron.
“It wasn’t
the usual kind of nightmare,” Severus answered him quietly.
“Well what
was it about then?” Ron impishly smiled and turned out quickly under Severus’
arm.
“Do you
have to do that?” Severus sniggered. “You will insist on drawing attention to
us.”
“You know
it,” Ron winked. “Now, your nightmare?”
“I…” Severus coloured and looked over Ron’s shoulder. “Have you ever had
a dream where you saw me with somebody else?”
“Doing
what?” Ron frowned.
Severus
stared at him pointedly.
“Oh. Well,
hmm, no, I don’t think so?” Ron frowned again. “Why, have you been dreaming
about me with someone else?”
“It was
bloody bizarre,” Severus muttered into Ron’s ear, pulling him close again.
“Who was
it?”
“Harry.”
They
remained close, revolving on the dance floor, both marvelling at how far they’d
apparently come that they could discuss the subject without one of them
cracking jokes or getting sulky.
“Was it any
good?” Ron asked, breaking their good run of maturity.
“NO,”
Severus hissed. “It woke me up screaming.”
“He’s that ugly?” Ron snorted.
“No, the
thought of another man’s hands on your body, on you, your lips on his…” Severus
shuddered visibly and Ron gripped him a little tighter.
“Well, good thing you’ll never be confronted with that reality, isn’t it?” Ron
said softly, pressing his lips into Severus’ neck and kissing.
“Thank God.
A threesome with Potter would really kill the buzz of any day, I assure you.”
Ron snorted
with laughter and his lean frame shook with the effort. “Is there anyone you would tolerate touching me… in a
threesome?”
“No,”
Severus said immediately. “Why, would you let someone touch me if you could
watch and join in?”
Ron thought
about it. Plenty of characters popped to mind but the reality of the matter was
that Severus was his, and another man’s lips sliding over the pale skin of his
husband would probably evoke rage unknown.
“Nobody
real,” Ron finally answered.
“What’s
that supposed to mean?” Severus asked curiously.
“Well in my head if I created someone who sometimes appeared in my fantasies
with us... he’s not a threat but he’s not real either, so he doesn’t really
count.”
“And what does this person look like?” Severus smirked, amused at his husband’s
overactive imagination.
“Never you mind,” Ron hissed tantalisingly. “Maybe one day I’ll
tell you.”
“Tease,” Severus kissed his earlobe.
They danced
in silence for a while longer and then Severus voiced something he’d been dying
to discuss all day.
“So we need
three names for them, what do you think?”
“Oh!” Ron blushed suddenly, and pulled back a little. “I didn’t… I’ve just
realised, on that day when we registered… with the ice skating and stuff.
There’s something else I forgot to mention.”
Severus
raised an eyebrow and said with dripping sarcasm, “Something else? You’re
running away to join the circus? Becoming a lion tamer?”
Ron rolled
his eyes. “No. But my other present was that you would be able to name the
baby.”
Severus’
eyes widened at the gift Ron was giving him. “But…”
“But nothing,” Ron said gently, shaking his head. “This whole thing was born of
a mistake from me, at the time, and I stand by the efforts I made to repair
what I broke. You were always going to name our child, Severus, and now, you
can name our triplets.”
“YOUR WHAT?!” Harry’s voice erupted from their left.
“Ah,”
Severus whispered in Ron’s ear as they both flushed a brilliant red colour.
“So, not quite the secret we’d hoped for then.”
“YOU’RE HAVING TRIPLETS?” Harry shouted again, his face clearly stunned.
“What,
who’s having triplets?” The question seemed to ripple through the crowd.
Ron and
Severus stood frozen, still in each other’s arms as they had been dancing, even
though the band had stopped playing because they knew nobody was paying them
any attention at all.
“Seriously!
One of you talk, now!” Harry demanded, looking between
them. “I thought… I thought there was a four year waiting list?”
“There
was,” Ron cleared his throat. “Look, why don’t you… round everyone up, and then
we’ll only have to do this once,” he threw an apologetic look at Severus, who
had withdrawn on himself and Ron could feel it through their bond.
Harry gave
a shocked little nod. “In the house,” he nodded at The Burrow.
“Severus,
I’m so sorry, me and my big mouth!” Ron cried, whirling around to grab his
husband’s shoulders.
“Its fine,”
Severus whispered, and placed a timid kiss on Ron’s lips. “The only reason I
thought we should wait is because today is Harry’s day. But, he’s gone and made
the drama out of it, so it’s his own fault. We didn’t shout about it. We were
having a very private conversation.”
Ron
assessed him with piercing eyes, and finally nodded. “Okay, then. Well… we
should go and…”
“Are you really going to let me name them?” Severus didn’t move.
Ron nodded
quickly and swallowed. “I want you to name them. It’s… well. I’ve had names
picked out for years, but this is so new for you and you’re so happy, I can
tell,” Ron waved his wrist with the chain on it. “I want you to have the honour
of naming them.”
Oh God he’s killing me. I can’t cry
here. Not in front of all of these people. Bollocks.
“Let’s get
in the house,” Severus breathed, and swallowed away the lump forming in his
throat.
On entering
the Weasley kitchen, Ron was un-nerved to see that Harry had already managed to
fill it. His dad, Bill, Fleur and Victoire, Charlie, Percy and his girlfriend,
Fred, George with Seamus, Ginny and Harry, Remus and Tonks holding Teddy and
Hermione were all crammed in the Weasley kitchen, and Ron felt a pang in his
stomach for his missing mother.
“Well?”
Harry demanded.
Severus
shut the door behind Ron and supportively put his hands about his waist. The time
for reserved displays of affection were long gone, he knew –they were
announcing the fact they were about to have children. He should at least be
able to look comfortable hugging his husband in front of them.
“We’re…um…we’re
having triplets,” Ron announced quietly to the room and Severus felt him
shaking beneath his fingertips.
“Sweet Merlin.”
“Oh my God!”
“What, are
they… in you?”
“Well
bugger me.”
Fred’s
shocked voice was the last to ring out and Severus couldn’t help his snort of
laughter.
“They’re not in either of us, I assure you,” he told them. “They’re in the
ministry facilities… and we’re the first couple to ever conceive a multiple
birth through them.”
It was very
clear that nobody knew quite what to say. Severus felt Ron cringe back into his
embrace, recoiling at their lack of comment as though they’d burned him. Fear
crept through the chain bond.
“Y-you’re
so young,” Arthur said plainly to his son. “You’re so young and you’ll have
to…”
“Dad, how
old were you when you and Mum had Bill?” Charlie asked
pointedly, his face clearly shocked but his eyes alive with excitement.
“Twenty.”
“And how
old is Ron next month?”
“Twenty-two,”
Arthur sighed.
“Well I theenk zis iz
fantastic news!” Fleur stepped forward and threw her arms around both of them.
“And, zis is wonderful. Because your children will ‘ave our next child as a playmate and zey
can go to school together!”
“I knew
it,” Severus told her with a smile. “I thought you were protecting your stomach
earlier.”
“Is there
something in the water?” Ginny asked aloud.
“Why, afraid you should stop drinking it?” Fred snorted, running his hands
through his hair, clearly staggered by the news.
“And what
if I already have?” Ginny raised her voice, and Harry bit his lip somewhat
furtively.
“Are you
bloody kidding me?!” Ron breathed. “Ginny, are you…?”
“We were
going to hush it up, and just… come back off our honeymoon and tell you all,”
Ginny protectively stepped in front of Harry, even though nobody had moved.
“But, yes.”
“You
knocked up my sister?” Ron looked over Ginny’s shoulder at Harry.
“And then I
married her,” Harry shrugged, albeit with a slightly nervous grin.
“This is
awesome!” Ron burst out. “Our kids might be best friends. How cool is that?”
Severus was
glad everybody was too dazed to see the scowl of alarm that passed over his
face. Harry’s child being best friends with any of his potential three was
almost more than he could handle –it was bad enough that the man himself still
had a fraternal hold on his husband. Arrrrgh no. No no no. And I’ll bet my leg he’s
going to name it after his father. Severus shuddered on the thought of
having to hear the name ‘James’ every day for the rest of his life and have to
like it. Aaaaargh. Mind, if our kids
are anything like me, maybe they’ll instinctively dislike him. Petty as
that thought was, it cheered Severus up again.
“Well
bugger me three… no, wait,” Fred counted the number of prospective children on
his fingers, “Bugger me five times over,” the crude comment rent the kitchen
pealing with laughter.
“Really,” Ginny wiped at her eyes. “Did none of you notice I’d not touched a
drop of champagne all night long? At my own wedding?”
“So, what,”
Bill rounded on his youngest brother. “What are you having?”
“Well it’s
still early, they were only conceived yesterday and the tests could be wrong,”
Ron said, and then looked over his shoulder at Severus. “Go on, you tell them.
You’re being stupidly quiet hiding behind me.”
“Two boys
and girl,” Severus told the room.
“You’re
just two short of a Quidditch team!” Charlie burst out delightedly.
“That’s what
I said!” Ron bounced.
“This is
just unbelievable. I’ve gone from one Grandchild to … six. In
a night.” Arthur said wildly. “I can’t believe this.”
He swept
Ginny and Harry up first, and then moved on to Bill and Fleur before rounding
on Ron. Severus instinctively stepped back and released his husband to his
father’s hug, noting how they swayed for a little longer than the other
embraces.
“Severus,”
Arthur turned to him. “Congratulations.”
What is it about these blasted
Weasleys? They all hug. They all hug and they’re emotional and it’s not… No.
Maybe they are the normal ones. And I’m the strange one.
Severus
hugged the older man back and tried not to look too shocked about it. Ron gave
him a proud, if slightly smug grin before he disappeared into a pile of Weasley
arms. Arthur stepped away to join them and Severus immediately found himself
face to face with Remus.
“So… ‘Mr I
Will Never Be A Father’,” Remus raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, shut up,” Severus shook his head and grinned at the floor.
“Come here, you stupid knob,” Remus muttered affectionately and grabbed him in
a hug which flowed with the sort of deep friendship that Severus had always
assumed would make him rot from the inside out, should he ever experience it. “What
was it?” Remus whispered close to his ear. “Sharp things,
deadly poisons and gay sex on the kitchen table? You’re planning on
giving all of those things up?”
Severus
snorted at Remus’ excellent memory of a day so long ago. “No, I’m not, I’m just
more experienced at hiding them now,” he winked, and broke their embrace.
***
“Well, at
least that’s them told,” Ron laughed breathlessly, kicking off his dress shoes
with vindictive pleasure.
“I thought
Percy was going to have a fit,” Severus emerged from the hem of his robes,
where he had tugged them over his head.
“So did I.
He probably is now,” Ron snorted at the thought. “I’ve always been an everlasting
disappointment to him, though, so it’s not like this is anything new.”
Ron undid
the buttons of his robes carefully and hung them up. “Severus, uh… shit.
There’s someone we’ve forgotten to tell.”
“Oh!”
Severus’ eyes fell on George, sprawled on their bed. He sat down next to the
dog and poked him gently in the ribs. “George. In nine months time there’ll be
three more of us. How does that sound?”
“Severus!”
Ron chided, and walked over and dropped to his knees so his eyes were level
with the dog’s. “That’s no way to announce it.”
“He’s
smart,” Severus yawned. “He knows what it means. Look, his tail is wagging!”
Ron laughed as George bounded off the bed into the hallway, barking happily.
“Thought he might be a bit funny, you know….”
Ron dropped
onto his back on top of the duvet, groaning with delight at finally being able
to lie down. “I’m so tired, Severus…”
“So am I,”
Severus sat down at the end of the bed and picked up Ron’s feet, placing them
in his lap.
“Good thing
we’re both good at Potions,” Ron snorted suddenly.
“Why?”
Severus asked curiously.
“I think
with triplets we’re going to have a massive drive on energy solutions.”
“We’ll be
fine,” Severus said dismissively, and caressed down the arch of Ron’s foot.
“You
think?” Ron’s voice was an amused tease.
“Shit!”
Severus exclaimed. “Mum!”
“What, where?!” Ron leapt upright, very conscious of the fact that he was receiving a
foot massage in the buff.
Severus
laughed. “I meant, I need to tell my mum about the
triplets.”
“She’s
going to be so shocked,” Ron snorted and fell back down. “And a bit sad, I
guess.”
“Mmm,”
Severus nodded. “Are you alright… I know today must have been hard without your
mum.”
“Five grandchildren in one fell swoop. She would have been over the freakin’ moon, Severus,” Ron muttered.
“I think
I’d rather be her than my mother,” Severus murmured glumly. “I mean… Oh, I
don’t know. Our mothers were so, so different.”
“I think Eileen could have been a lot like my mum had her life been different,”
Ron pointed out fairly. “I think if she’d raised you alone, you’d all have been
a lot happier?”
“True,”
Severus sighed. “Let’s not get into that tonight, eh?”
“No,
tonight should be happy,” Ron swallowed.
“Do you
think we should move?” Severus asked, working on the other foot.
“I love it
here,” Ron breathed. “This is our home.”
“I know,
but the villagers… they’re going to notice. These kids will look like us.”
“They’re muggles, Severus, they’ll just put it down to coincidence and we’ll do
nothing to stop them. Or, if one hair gene comes out prominently, we’ll make up
a relative that’s tragically died and say we’ve adopted the children as next of
kin.”
“We’ve only
got one spare room,” Severus frowned.
“So? When
they’re little they can all go in there together? And when they get older, then
we can put some more rooms on, can’t we?”
“I suppose.
If they had been three boys we could have kept them in one room.”
“Are you kidding me?” Ron’s barking laugh hit the low ceiling of the cottage.
“You’re telling me you’d want three fifteen-year-old brothers sharing a bedroom
together? Jesus. Do you want your house blown apart?”
Severus
flushed at his ignorance and whispered, “No, I suppose not.”
“No,
they’ll all have their own rooms,” Ron said softly. “Everyone needs personal
space.”
“But they won’t get that at Hogwarts?” Severus frowned.
“No, but
they have to learn to share space at some point. I just don’t think that when
your magic is burgeoning out of you is the time to do
so, really. I loved my bedroom at home, all isolated at the very top of the
house.”
“So we’re
staying then?” Severus said.
“Yes. I
love this place and it’s our home. I want to grow old here. And I want to let
them fly their first broomsticks in our huge garden. It’s a perfect place for
kids to grow up.”
“And lets not pretend that wasn’t half the reason you chose it,” Severus raised
an eyebrow at him.
“Damn,
rumbled,” Ron cursed, and laughed. “Yeah. You’ve got
me.”
“Ron?”
“Mmm?”
“I love
you.”
“Well,
good,” Ron snorted. “I love you too.”
“I was
going to shag you,” Severus yawned. “But I’m just so tired.”
He fell
down next to Ron and cuddled him close, savouring the warmth of Ron’s lean body
against his own.
“Can you
smell that?” Ron suddenly gagged.
“What?”
Severus frowned.
“I can
smell… never mind, it’s gone now. Weird.”
“You’re
weird,” Severus grinned, and pulled Ron close to kiss him.
They rubbed
against one another for a moment as the kiss deepened, and Severus lazily
stroked against Ron’s tongue piercing. There had been the unspoken promise of
sex earlier but that was before they had been forced headfirst into admitting
their upcoming parenthood. Now they were both spent and all they could manage
was the gentle frotting and kissing, hands wandering
over warm flesh.
“Being
weird gets me this?” Ron breathed, reaching down a hand to cup Severus’ arse
cheek. “I’ll roll with it.”
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