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A/N: Wow, lots of reviews *blush*

-Sheree: Mood had already grabbed
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-Jaino: Delicious? Thank you. :D

-yoghurtoracle
�glad you like it, of course I�ll continue!

-Sev/Ron �Ron can be annoying. And in this chapter he
probably is. Severus certainly thinks he is. Thank you for reading!

-DaVinci �I�m still giggling over
the way that sounds like a bad film title. And filthy talk?
Maybe just for you. ;)

-abbi cee �What does a dance of Snapey
joy look like? I�m gripped, lol! As for controlling
Hermione, I�m still working that out. The start of it is in this chapter,
though.

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Severus was still frozen, looking at the spot where Ronald
Weasley had been standing before he had thrown him that hooking seductive look
and darted behind the tapestry.

That was worthy of one
of my kind, let alone a teenaged bloody boy. Christ alive, no mortal should be
permitted to look that�

Severus cut off; his creeping forearms making him shiver. He
knew he had a staff meeting to attend, though his absence wouldn�t be greatly missed.
And right there behind one of the ugliest tapestries in the entire school
waited a prize he had wanted for three days.

This is ridiculous.
What are you going to do? Just keep on meeting him in random corridors, sucking
his blood and plugging him full of replenishing potions before pushing him on
his merry way?

No, Severus very well knew that he could not do that.
Someone, somewhere would notice, would see them.

Well it�s not like you
don�t have your own quarters in which to do this, it doesn�t have to be a
corridor�

Growling at himself, Severus clenched his hands into tight
fists, his fingernails digging in so tightly he might have cut himself had he
not released them instantly, but his creeping skin was driving him so very mad
he knew that he was going to give in. He knew he was going behind the tapestry.

Like there was ever
any doubt.

With his stomach in his throat, Severus silently moved to
slide behind the thick old fabric. Weasley was leaning against the wall,
looking out of the mullioned window at the November rain. Severus didn�t know
if Ron was trying to look casually aloof by not purposefully acknowledging him
as he entered, but it worked, and in Severus� eyes it only made Ron seem more
attractive.

He�s a fucking
Weasley. He shouldn�t be attractive at all �like the rest of the donors. Never,
ever have I felt so�

Severus sent his mental train of thought off the rails by
stepping close to the redhead, who finally turned his face towards him.

�Professor,� the word was low, almost whispered, enough to
send Severus into a fiery passion.

�Do you have any idea what you�re doing?� Severus couldn�t
manage more than a whisper in which to answer him. �You let me do this again
and I��

�And you what?�

Severus didn�t care if his hand trembled or not as he
reached up and laid it gently on the side of the freckled face. �I will not be
able to resist again.�

�Resist what, exactly?�

Gods and hellfire he�s
determined to drag this out and taunt me.

�You. In every
sense of the word.�

�Good.�

�Weasley, I-�

�Drop this Weasley bollocks,� Ron hissed. �If I�m going to
be your regular bit of stuff, I want the courtesy of being called by my first
name.�

My regular bit of
stuff? Well when he puts it like that� Severus bit down a groan as his
erection grew in an awkwardly crooked position whilst he thought of all the
things he could indulge in with said regularity.

�Fine, then, Ron, do you have any idea what you�re getting into?�

�No, Severus, I don�t particularly.�

�Snape,� Severus had to snap �they still had to retain some ounces of decorum.

�Oh no,� Ron shook his head with a small smile. �I�ll
address you properly in company, but in private I�m calling you by your first
name.�

�Why on earth do you think you�ll be dictating the terms of
this?� Severus took a step closer without noticing, and only did so when his
body brushed against Ron�s.

�Someone�s got to. It�s very obvious that you can�t control
yourself,� Ron raised an eyebrow. �After all, you seemed pretty insistent a few
nights ago you�d be resisting this�� One hand reached out and settled on
Severus� chest �the burning in his forearms notched up.

�I hadn�t anticipated that you would affect me so much��

�Neither had I,� Ron had noticed the erection visible
through thick robes. �But� I�m a little bit confused� you said only the biting
was erotic, and yet�� he slid his hand down over Severus� stomach and settled
it on his crotch and gave the tiniest of squeezes. �And yet, look at that.�

Severus snapped his hips backwards and removed the evidence
of his perversions from the large hand. He turned glowering eyes to Ron�s
smirking face and hissed, �This is just about blood, Weasley. Blood and nothing else. I will not let it become about anything else.�

�Right,� Ron gave a quiet snort.

�You will not touch me again,� Severus warned him.

For the first time what looked like actual hurt and
disappointment flashed through Ron�s blue eyes and his face fell considerably.
�I�m not letting you use me� if I can�t return the favour; you get blood from
me and nothing else.�

Severus couldn�t deny those words hit him like a slap in the face, it had not
occurred to him that Ron might take objection in that way �and fight against
his own pleasure purely because he could not dole it back out. He continues to surprise me.

�Didn�t think of that, did you?� Ron scoffed. �That I might not be the sort of
person that�d be happy to sit back and take the�� He clearly struggled to find
the words with which to describe their meetings. �That I wouldn�t like the fact
you can bring me off and yet I would have no chance to do the same to you.�

�You won�t care. Anyway, don�t you have a girlfriend you can
exercise your apparently generous nature on?� Severus forced the words out.

�No, I don�t,� Ron replied, just as forcedly. �And, after
the last few nights...�

Severus looked at him with silent question and didn�t bother
to fight when Ron sprang forward, his hands gripping at Severus� back, holding
them tight together.

�I can�t stop thinking about that night,� Ron�s voice was
low again. �It�s� all I�ve thought about.�

Backing into the alcove wall, Severus tried to formulate his
reply but it was useless, because, just as he had that night in the infirmary,
Ron initiated a searing kiss, wasting no time in introducing his tongue to the
proceedings and Severus couldn�t stir the energy to keep him out. Nor could he
keep down the groan which Ron elicited, or the way his body reacted positively.

That�s a lie. You can
help all of this, you can stop it if you ignore the
pain. And you should do so right now.

Tingling forearms kept him pressed between the cold wall and
Ron�s body and kept his mouth locked in the kiss. Heat was pooling already in
his groin and when the redhead shifted closer, pressing himself fully into
Severus� form, letting their erections meet through their clothing, Severus
cringed with utter mortification as he cried out, gasping frantically, against
the red, soft lips and came fully dressed and completely untouched.

Ron recognised the way his body shuddered, there was no way
he could hide or deny what had just happened, the way his orgasm had spilt out
of him with little more than a kiss and some barely applied pressure. Blue eyes
met black but Ron did not break the kiss or even comment through his blue
irises that he found the situation at all amusing.

He surprised Severus further than ever before by simply
carrying on his kiss, drawing no attention to the way his Professor had
finished far too simply for there to be zero attraction between them.

Sweet Salazar he�s
just something else. Why. Why haven�t I seen this before?

***

FUCKING
HELL. I JUST MADE HIM�

Ron couldn�t believe the way the man had just shuddered in
his arms and cried out against his mouth, Snape�s onyx eyes shocked at the way
his orgasm had crept up on him.

I just made a grown
man come without so much as laying a proper finger on him. I can�t believe it.

But Ron understood how he would have felt, if their
situations had been reversed �the way he would have been ashamed at his lack of
self control. And so he simply continued plundering the wet space which was his
Professor�s mouth, sucking on his bottom lip for good measure and diving
straight back in again. There was no point in crowing about victories when it
was obvious what flowed between them was electrifying �Ron barely had better
control of himself.

The need for air drove them apart before either of them
wanted to break the kiss off. Ron didn�t care that this man was his Professor,
didn�t care that he was in his thirties, didn�t care that he was immortal, or
that anybody could find them hidden away in the alcove. All he wanted was that
wanted feeling back that he had sampled in the stone chamber, and that he felt
as Severus had come against him, gasping into his mouth.

And I don�t give a
fucking shit how fucked up that is.

It was a moment before Ron realised that glittering eyes
were assessing him and he coloured under their scrutiny.

�What?� He asked uncertainly, his eyes following a slim hand
which reached up to his face again and was laid upon his cheek. Ron reached for
it and dragged it to his mouth, placing a chaste kiss in the palm.

He did not release the hand but kept it over his mouth,
doling out more of the sweet kisses for every second they stood there in
silence, waiting for the dark haired man to say whatever it was he needed to
say. Delicate fingers trailed over his kiss-swollen lips and Ron closed his
eyes at the touch, which was only feather light but shot straight down his
chest into his groin, causing him to press painfully against his uniform trousers.

With a gasp he found himself turned, facing the window which
he saw when his eyes flew open at the movement. And then there was a whisper of
spells and incantations flying through air. Ron couldn�t help his nervous
swallow �he remembered the words from the chamber about not hurting him, but
that had been because they had had no access to magic� what would Severus want
from him now he had untapped magical resources and, what Ron assumed, was a
silenced, protected cubby hole where nobody would find them?

He must have tensed, because there were gentle hands on his
hips, smoothing forward to press back against his stomach, and then a soft,
soothing voice in his ear.

�I will not hurt you, nothing has changed. This is wrong,
and this is the last time this will happen, do you understand me?�

Ron nodded instantly, red hair flying as he did so, too late
did he realise that most of it would have hit the man behind him in the face.
But no admonition came, there was only the feel of a face being pressed into
the soft tresses, and then Ron heard a great intake of breath. He shuddered
involuntarily because of the fact Severus was sniffing him, drinking in his
scent like one would that of baking bread.

�I can�t wait any longer, are you ready?� the voice hissed
into Ron�s ear, not threatening but totally shiver-inducing.

�Wait,� Ron begged, and then reached down and fumbled with
the button of his trousers and the zipper. Without warning of his intentions,
he wrenched one of the hands off his stomach and plunged it into his underwear,
gasping as the cool skin of the other man�s hand made contact with his cock.

�Are you sure that�s what you want?� Severus kissed his ear
softly.

�More than I want you to suck on my neck,� Ron said bluntly,
and leant backwards into the solid body.

Severus paused for a moment, and then kissed a trail down
the creamy throat he had missed with such fervency in the four nights since the
last time he�d graced it. Ron was trembling in his arms and Severus curled his
fingers tightly around the fully fledged erection Ron had handed him on a
plate.

Ron waited, tensed for the impact, wondering just how it
would feel to be drunk from when he was already at a point of peaking. He felt
teeth playfully nip him, and then gasped as they sank straight into his neck,
as effortlessly and painlessly as the first time. But the feelings which rose
within him were far more powerful than he ever remembered from the stone
chamber.

�Oh gods, Severus, please god don�t stop�� his begging
sounded so ridiculous but he was too lost in the way his chest was full of
thickness and the way his cock was being languidly stroked in a firm grip. �So
good� so fucking good� please��

Pressing to his backside Ron felt what was undeniably
another erection and he marvelled that he could entice another one so quickly
�and that had him moaning and groaning again, so continuously the words melted
into one another.

Severus was just lost in the richness, in the velvet life
force gliding through his mouth, into his being which fuelled him beyond a way
he could remember before. He wasn�t aware of the way he stroked, whether it was
fast or slow, sensual or rough. All he knew was that his mouth and ears were
full of the essence of the redhead he held in his arms and it was the most
beautiful thing he had ever, ever experienced.

�Please, shut me up,� Ron groaned, and he edged nearer to
completion as Severus� free hand came up off his stomach and pressed down over
his mouth, doing exactly as he had requested.

It pushed them both too far. Ron squirmed and bucked into
Severus� hand, barely keeping his legs upright, and Severus had to pull back
his teeth or he would never do so. He sealed his lips over the wound he�d
created and licked at it softly before kissing up the neck, tightening his arm over
Ron�s hip and pumping at the column he held in earnest.

�Mmmmphfuck,� Ron was growing
louder and louder and he couldn�t find a way to keep his vocal chords in check.
All he wanted was to come and slump against that warm, comforting body. �I need
to� got to come please� please��

Severus squeezed his eyes shut at the way his hand sordidly
muffled the begging and trapped the words into nothingness, as though he
wouldn�t honour them. He raised his mouth and licked the shell of Ron�s ear,
before taking the earlobe between his teeth and nibbling gently.

With a guttural cry that Ron was sure he had never made
before in his life, he lurched his hips forward and
came in the talented hand, sending thick pulses of white liquid everywhere, on
the hand itself, on his still-shirted stomach, the floor. It embarrassed him so
he closed his eyes and panted, whining through the breaths, as his prick
twitched for what seemed like minutes until it was finally empty.

And then he slumped backwards like he had longed to, not caring
if Severus couldn�t shoulder his weight. He was dizzy from the blood loss and
his orgasm and he couldn�t have moved if his life had depended on it.

***

Severus looked at the sated figure in his arms and wanted to
moan at the way he was just so unbelievably beautiful. How could he possibly be
expected to say goodbye to such a vision?

�Are you alright?� Severus whispered in the ear he had been
molesting just seconds before.

�I don�t think there�re words for what I am,� Ron breathed.

�That good?� Severus afforded
himself a small smile he knew Ron could not see.

�So good it should be illegal.�

�It is,� dread crashed over Severus like a stormy wave and he nearly stepped
back from the sagging body he was holding up.

�It would be illegal if I were younger,� Ron nuzzled his
head back against Severus� shoulder. �I�m not even a real student, just an
honorary one who you can give detentions to if you want.�

�You�re still a student,� Severus sighed and Ron seemed to
sense what was going to happen next, because he struggled to take his weight on
his feet and turned round.

�You don�t get to push me away again,� Ron�s eyes were wide.
�No. That�s not happening.�

Severus watched as the redhead yanked his trousers into
place and did them back up, but instead of turning away, as Severus had thought
he might, Ron looped his arms about his waist and pulled them close together,
and Severus willingly went.

�No, you can�t push me away again,� Ron repeated, eyes
drifting in and out of focus.

Severus slowly reached into the inside of his robes and pulled out a vial.

�What�s that?� Ron frowned. �Please don�t tell me that�s something to take the memories of this away?�

�No,� Severus hung his head. �Though that
would probably be kinder. This is a more concentrated version of blood replenisher.�

�Why have you got that?� Ron�s brow furrowed and his eyes flicked between the
glass vial and Severus� face.

Because I am a disgusting
weak excuse of a creature and I knew I would bend to temptation.

�You�ve been carrying that since I was released from the
infirmary,� Ron said astutely, as a warm glow of satisfaction spread through
his chest.

�Do not be pleased that I am unable to control my urges
around you,� Severus forced some of his usual disdain back into his voice,
realising it had become entirely too open. �It will not happen again. Take a
mouthful of this now and you will not feel the effects of what you just gave to
me.�

Ron diligently swallowed a mouthful from the vial, his face
contorting at the stronger taste. �I don�t know how you do that, it�s awful.�

�You wouldn�t say that if it was the food keeping you alive,
Weasley.�

�Ron.�

�Weasley again now. Really, don�t
you listen to a word you�re told?�

Scowling, Ron lurched back from Severus and glared at him.
�So is this how it�s going to be? Soft when you�re losing control, when you�re
going to get what you need, and back to a bastard the second you�ve got it?�

�You�d be a fool to expect anything more of me,� Severus was
glad of the temper steaming out of the redhead �it might make his resistance
stronger.

�And you�d be a fool to think that would chase me away,� Ron
stooped and grabbed his bag, only doing so because his head had stopped
swimming and he felt stronger.

�What would it
take for me to chase you away, hmm? Drink from you too long, let someone find
you out cold in the corridor, leaving you making excuses?�

�I have the perfect excuse,� Ron shrugged. �Worsening anaemia� and nobody would
ever know it was you.�

�I will not be drinking from you again, Weasley, do you
understand me?�

�Are you going to lose the vial, then?� Ron cocked his head
to the side calculatingly. �Are you going to chance my health by not carrying
it around because you�re so sure this
will never happen again?�

Cornered, Severus narrowed his eyes. �I cannot risk that.�

�You can�t �risk� it, Severus, because you don�t want to
give me up.�

�No, I can�t risk it because it would be imprudent to take such
risks what with my position.�

�So you�re telling me you�ve carried that bottle around with
you for as long as you�ve been a vampire-teacher, just in case you felt like a
nibble on a student or two?� Ron raised an eyebrow. �Don�t give me that bollocks;
we both know you have it because of me. And your position means squat. Nobody
has to know, nobody would even suspect. Why on earth would they assume that a
Weasley who probably even shits Gryffindor colours in private would go for you?�

Ron�s voice had grown louder during his rant and Severus
stared him with blinking eyes, jaws locked together in shock.

�All you need to know, all you even need to bloody think
about,� Ron stepped closer to him and pressed his face to Severus�, �Is that
I�m willing, I�m not scared, and I�m the person who made you come without even
being touched.�

And then Ron turned, ripped back the tapestry, thus breaking
all the enchantments, and disappeared, leaving Severus alone, still holding the
troublesome vial in his hand, which trembled.

***

�Are you reading a book?� Harry�s voice echoed loudly
through the library and he received a loud �shhh!�
from someone in the next aisle.

�Might be,� Ron flicked his eyes upwards to look at his best friend. �Thought,
you know, it might be time to start actually listening to Hermione.�

Harry gave a snort and dropped down into the vacant seat
next to Ron. �Let me know how that works out for you. Why�re
you bothering with that? We�re at the top of the DADA class.�

�Doesn�t hurt to re-read it though,� Ron said, closing the
book so Harry wouldn�t comment that he was reading about vampires.

�Where�s Hermione?� Ron asked, returning the front two legs
of his chair back to earth along with his feet.

�Gave her the slip whilst she was shouting at some poor
fifth year kid.�

�She�s being pretty full-on this year, huh?�

�She�s never gotten over nearly messing up her NEWTs, even if it was for the good of the wizarding world,�
Harry rolled his eyes and opened his bag. �Not sure she�ll ever forgive me to
be honest.�

�How dare you have a place in the history books?� Ron grinned, and chucked the
book down on the table in front of them.

�Ron, can I talk to you about something?� Harry asked,
somewhat nervously, and Ron�s heartbeat stepped up a notch.

True to his word, Severus had kept away for an entire week
and Ron had seen him nowhere other than in Potions class and school mealtimes,
much to the redhead�s utter disappointment. But Ron couldn�t be sure his
friends hadn�t caught his eyes lingering over the dark hair, emotive eyes and
stiff posture. He was trying his hardest but, as alarming as it was that he
suddenly thought so, Severus Snape had an absolutely perfect backside. And it
took all of Ron�s brainpower not to drool when he caught sight of it.

�Hermione wants to ask you to go with her to Hogsmeade for
the Christmas trip,� Harry kept his voice low in accordance to the library
rules. �She�s going to ask you tonight. She�s convinced you�ll say no.�

�And you�re telling me to say yes?� Ron raised an eyebrow.

�Don�t you want to say yes?� Harry asked, emerald eyes
clouding with confusion. �I thought you� you know� liked her.�

In fact, no, Ron hadn�t �liked� Hermione since the end of
the war, when her grating attitude and constant put downs had become a little
too much for him to bear, after standing alongside her with every bit as much
as accomplishment within him as she had within her.

�Not so much lately,� he confessed to Harry, chewing on his
lip. �Well� for a while, really.�

�But you always seemed so��

�Suited?�

�Well, yeah.�

�What�s suited about two people who always fight, and one always puts the other
down, Harry?�

�She does that to everyone,� Harry whispered. �Including me. And Ginny. You know
she�s just��

�Do you think I want to have that in my bed as well as my
friendship?� Ron asked candidly, and turned to pick up his quill.

Harry stayed silent for a moment and Ron could tell he was
under scrutiny whilst he doodled a star on the edge of
some spare parchment.

�Well, then you need to tell her that,� Harry said. �She
still thinks you�re� well. You know that from the fact she wants to ask you to
Hogsmeade.�

�I�ll talk to her,� Ron said absently, eyes un-focussing as
he stared into the bookshelf behind the table.

�Good. Give me fair warning so I can get the hell out of
there. I have a feeling you�re about to ruin a trio,� Harry said darkly.

�So what, Harry, would you like me to go out with her and be
miserable, is that what you�re suggesting?� Ron hissed, affronted. �Just to keep the golden trio going?�

�No, I�m not saying that I just��

�Sounded like that�s what you were saying,� Ron grabbed the book he had been
reading and the scruffy notes he�d made and shoved them into his bag. �Not
happening Harry, sorry. It�s about time we all did our own thing.�

�What do you mean by that?� Harry frowned.

�I just� nothing can stay so clean cut forever. Friendships
end, people change and move on.�

�Are you saying you�ve outgrown us?� Harry scoffed.

�No, I�m not saying that at all, dickhead.�

�Will you shut up?� The hiss floated through the book wall
and Ron gave whoever it was an obscene hand gesture, even though they could not
see it.

�I�m going to go,� Ron put his bag on his shoulder. �I�ll
see you later?� He picked up his cloak from the back of the chair he�d been
sitting on.

�Yeah, I guess,� Harry watched him leave.

Outside in the corridor Ron had to stop and give his head a
little clearing shake, staring down at the flagstone floor.

He�s needed to know
for ages and now you�ve told him. Only thing worse will be telling her.

Ron had meant it when he�d told Severus that he did not have
a girlfriend. Nor did he want one on which to focus his need to give attention.
He didn�t have a boyfriend either, which he noticed the man had mysteriously
left out �considering what they then went on to do, Ron found it odd that
Severus wouldn�t consider the possibility that he had a male partner. As it
happened, Ron had never had one, only known that some men were every bit as
pleasing to look at as women, and that really, he just had the best of both
worlds by appreciating everybody, even if none of them appreciated him back.
Except the one that was wrong for him.

With that sobering thought he set off down the corridor,
cloak swinging from his hand, and he jogged down the staircase without really
knowing where he was heading. It was a Friday afternoon and he had it off, and,
shockingly, all of his essay work and spell practising was up-to-date. He had
already revised DADA for an hour and it felt like he�d been thoroughly too
academic for the past week. He needed a release. With a longing in his chest,
he thought of what his first chosen release would be: Severus Snape in any
which way. As that seemed unobtainable, Ron moved onto the second, which was
Quidditch. It was November, and cold, but he had his cloak and a decent broom.

Not allowed to play on the house team any more due to their
honorary status, Harry and Ron had taken to playing impromptu games against one
another, just to get their fix. They had a lot more freedom than the other
students and they pushed it to the very limit.

As sneaking out and
getting drunk in the first place proved, Ron thought with a wry smile to
himself as he cut across the entrance hall, heading for the open doors. The
castle was quiet and his footsteps made too much noise for him to leave
inconspicuously. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck prickle suddenly,
and he realised he was being watched.

Ron turned his head and locked eyes with the one person who
could have lit his afternoon up. Severus Snape stopped and looked at him, one
thin hand wrapped around a book tucked into his side, dark hair loose �hey, he�s washed that. Ron took in the
pale skin and hungry eyes and smirked inwardly. He nearly fell over when
Severus visibly swallowed, shot his eyes over to the entrance to the dungeons,
and then looked back over at Ron. Too excited to be smug, Ron nearly fell over
again in his haste to get to the stone archway, which Severus had already
disappeared through.

Does he want me to go
to his rooms? Ron looked around as he walked, but could see no sign of his
Professor, and headed down the corridors that would take him to the office he
had only ever graced when he was in trouble. But there was no indication that
Snape was nearby. Wondering whether he�d missed him, Ron raised his fist and
knocked twice on the door.

***

Severus pulled the door open quickly and stood back so Ron
could pass him. What he was doing, inviting the redhead he�d so successfully
avoided for the past week into his private living quarters, Severus couldn�t
fathom.

One bloody look from
his eyes and I�m undone. This is unbelievable.

Severus closed the door and wondered if Ron noticed that his
automatic locking and privacy spells re-activated as soon as the wood closed in
the frame. But Ron simply turned around and looked at him, a slight smile
curving up his delicious lips.

No, no. He�s not
delicious. He�s a bloody wretched creature determined to lure me into hell and
leave me to burn and...

�You don�t look very well,� Ron spoke, and lowered himself
into the visiting chair in front of Severus� desk.

�I�m in perfect health,� Severus said sharply, and walked to
sit in his own seat, resting his elbows on the desk and his chin on locked
fingers.

Silence descended upon them and Severus tried to remember
his point in inviting Ron into his rooms.

There wasn�t one. You
just wanted to smell him. Fool.

***

Ron swallowed and looked around when Severus did not
instantly speak to him, and tried to hide his confusion. He had expected to
either be shouted at or pounced on, and there was no questioning which he would
have preferred. But he was starting to think he might have even taken the
shouting over the silence.

�Have you recovered from last week?� the low, velvety voice
finally asked, and Ron almost jumped.

�Oh, yeah, I�m fine.�

Silence again. Ron tried to keep his smirk off his face but
was losing.

�What�s amusing?�

�This is ridiculous,� Ron snorted, chuckling where he sat.

A dark glare met Ron�s eyes as he looked up from his knees,
which he�d laughed to.

�It is!� Ron laughed. �Come on. You avoid me for a week, you
refuse to spare me a second glance during that week, and now you make eyes at
me in the bloody entrance hall, invite me into your office, and then you don�t
speak to me and when you do you ask me the most stupid bloody question.�

�I wasn�t aware it was an unintelligent question to ask
someone who has recently been ill how they are, apparently I�ve been out of
social circulation for too long.�

�Ah, but, you�ve seen me since I was ill. Or was it just
your way of asking me if your potion worked?�

Severus said nothing but continued to pierce him with his
eyes.

�Your potion worked,� Ron said softly.

�I�m glad, Weasley.�

Trying to keep the conversation polite, Ron ignored the fact
he�d just been last-named. �I was worried you might have slipped something else
in it.�

�Oh please, covert poisoning really isn�t my choicest way of spending an
evening.�

�And what is, wanking your
students off whilst you�re drinking their blood?� Ron snorted, and he revelled
in the way there was an angry flare in the onyx eyes.

Am I trying to provoke
him? Suppose I might be. Be a bit more interesting than this rubbish.

�I stand by what I said, you�re infuriating,� Severus
regarded him with a look Ron had seen people give to the worst-off beggars on
the street and bristled where he sat.

�Where do you get off looking at me like that?�

�Like what, Mr. Weasley?�

�Like I�m scum?�

�Now now, Weasley, don�t go
reading your own self-esteem issues in my facial expressions.�

�You know exactly how you were looking at me, or you
wouldn�t have said that.�

Silence, again.

�Do you actually have anything to say to me� or do to me?� Ron got to his feet
and picked up his bag and cloak once more. �If not, why the hell did you drag
me down to this dump? I could be flying now.�

�It�s raining,� Severus frowned at him.

�And your point is?�

�Why would you fly in the rain when you have no cause?�

�Er, because I enjoy flying,� Ron said to him incredulously.

�Well don�t,� Severus� tone was sharp and Ron narrowed his
eyes.

�And why not?� Ron hooked both of
his hands around his bag strap.

�I wouldn�t think flying around and jeopardising your future
risking accident is a very smart idea, Weasley.�

�Risking my future or your blood on tap?� Ron raised a
challenging eyebrow and stalked close to the desk. �Look, Snape, if you insist on using last names, you need to figure out
what the hell you want from me. Nothing has changed from a week ago �I�m still
willing, I�ve spent every single night in the past week falling asleep to the
image of you rogering me senseless. And if you want
to throw that away, then frankly, I think you�re the one who�s not very smart.�

�As much as that flatters to me to hear, Weasley, maybe your time would be better
spent finding someone else to, uh, roger you senseless, as you put it. Find
yourself a nice boyfriend to skulk in dark corners with, instead of me.�

�But I don�t want some pathetic schoolboy,� Ron�s voice was
steady but inside he was a ball of nervous fire, ready to crash and burn at any
moment �and he surely would if Snape so much as breathed on him. �I want you.�

�Get out,� Severus rose to his feet and pointed to the door.
�Now.�

�Sure you don�t want a bite to eat before I go?� Ron winked
at him. �It�s been a week. If the call of my blood is that strong you must be
going absolutely fucking mad.�

�LANGUAGE, WEASLEY, HOW MANY TIMES?!�

�And how many times do I have to tell you,� Ron was round
the desk by that point, inching closer to his Professor with every word, having
no idea where his courage was coming from but only hoping it did not desert him
any point in the near future. �That it is pointless to fight this? You need my
blood and I�m pretty damn convinced you could do with a good rogering yourself.�

Ron didn�t expect what happened then, and as he watched, he
realised Severus probably hadn�t either. The tall, sober-faced man had burst
into laughter, his face creasing with ease, eyes glittering in the sub-par
lighting of his dungeon office. Ron observed him closely as his thin �oh so talented- hands rose up to his
face and carded through his clean, dark hair.

�What�s amusing?� Ron asked, in an accurate impression of
the man himself.

�That you could presume to do that to me,� Severus looked
sideways at him and was, much to Ron�s chagrin, still laughing, and he blushed
slightly.

Severus seemed to realise his laughter had cut deeply and
abruptly stopped and licked his lips, face returning to his usual mask of
unaffected indifference. Ron knew, though, from his eyes �which he was quickly
becoming a master of reading- that the man was sorry.

�I was not laughing at you specifically,� Severus said in a
quiet voice, all traces of humour vanished.

�Then what?� Ron
asked, equally quiet.

�You have now had the�pleasure? Of experiencing my sexual
attention twice, Weasley� do you really think that I would do well as the
submissive element of our... pairing?�

Ron thought on it, and realised that all of his fantasies
involved Severus acting on him, fucking him, drinking from him, and everything
else in between. Never the other way round.

�So I would never� be able to�� Ron swept his eyes awkwardly
up and down Severus� body in question.

�I can safely say never,� Severus sighed. �My� inhumanity
has a lot to do with it.�

�So I would just be your sexual plaything, and blood donor?�

�Finally,� Severus let his eyes roll sarcastically heaven-ward.
�The last hippogriff crosses the finish line.�

�But last week, behind that tapestry� you finished then and
I know that was me, and my presence. I didn�t touch you but I know it was me
that had you creaming your pants, Snape.�

They looked at each other then, and the rest of the office
seemed to shrink away, leaving only the tiny part where they stood inches
apart.

�I�m not going to deny what you saw with your own eyes,�
Severus looked ashamedly at the floor.

�Oh well, that�s a start,� Ron muttered. �Be the first bloody time.�

�What are you blathering about now?�

�I can see what I�m doing to you,� Ron let his eyes linger
over the pale, tired skin which held no luminance whatsoever. �I feel the call like you do.�

�I can safely say you�re talking out of your rear end,
Weasley, now get out of my damned office.�

�You invited me in, so, no, I�m not leaving.�

�You�re not a vampire, that rule does not apply to annoying
redheaded brats.�

�No, fine, I�m not a vampire,� Ron shrugged. �But I�m still
not leaving.�

�I can forcibly remove you,� Severus sighed, and reached for
his wand, but Ron spoke again and stopped him in his tracks.

�And I will just come back. I�ve had enough.� Ron drew a shuddering breath.
�Either you grow a pair, Snape, and acknowledge what you want, or I�m going to
Dumbledore and telling him everything.�

�You wouldn�t dare,� Severus thundered immediately.

�Wouldn�t I?� Ron glared at him. �Wouldn�t I, the poor, set
about student who�s being stalked by his Professor for blood, was sucked off, molested by him?�

�And all Dumbledore would have to do would be to Legilimens
you and see that you were lying �he would see your issued invitation. I hope
you�ve not been idiotic enough to assume the man doesn�t know of my condition?�
Severus sneered. �And then what else would he see, once he�d delved through the
lies? All your fantasies about me? What do you suppose
the old codger would make of that?�

�But, still, he�d see you doing it. Last week you were
pretty determined nobody could know, that I was illegal and you were breaking
the law. What�s changed now? And, I�m pretty sure that old codger would want to
know why the hell you haven�t obliviated me yet.�

�You tell anybody about
this and you will regret the day you were born, Weasley.�

�You don�t scare me,� Ron said firmly.

�Then I don�t know what I should do to MAKE you scared of
me,� Snape bellowed at him. �Shouting obviously doesn�t fucking work, neither
does sinking my teeth into you, I�m beginning to wonder what it would take for
you be as repulsed by me as you should be.�

And all I can think of
as he stands there and screams at me is how fucking sexy he looks when he�s
doing it. If a little psychotic. I�m sure I don�t look
too fabulous either, though.

�PAY ATTENTION! YOU CAN�T EVEN KEEP
YOUR TINY LITTLE ATTENTION SPAN ON ME FOR MORE THAN TWO SECONDS AT A TIME!�

There was real anger and shaking in Severus� tone by that
point and Ron began to search for a way to calm the situation down before one
of them went too far.

�I�ll go,� he said finally. �But please just think about why
you�re bothering to bellow at me.�

�Because you�re an arrogant little shit who thinks he can
abuse his best friend�s status to earn himself a free ride to nothing but
glorified sexual slavery.�

�Wait, who�s the slave?� Ron swallowed.

�Me,� Severus exhaled and dropped onto the small sofa by the
fire which he could not remember pacing to.

�You?� Ron asked dubiously,
sauntering over. �Why you?�

�Up until a week ago, I could drink from anyone I wanted. Anyone at all. And now none of them taste as good as you do.
And none of them feel as good as you
do. And none of them have the same scent as you do. They�re not you and none of them have issued the
invitation you have.�

Ron instantly regretted the way he�d goaded Severus, seeing
him sit brokenly on the sofa as he did. With a swallow he crouched down next to
the small coffee table and looked up into onyx eyes.

�I�ll go, Severus. But I want you to think about this. We
have months left together in this castle and if you want me, eventually you�ll
have me. So why don�t you just stop denying what you want. I�m willing. I�ll be
your� I�ll do anything. I can live with �just� being
fucked as long as I can do other things to you.�

�You are an eighteen-year-old impetuous fool,� Severus
looked at him desperately.

�But I could be your
eighteen-year-old impetuous fool,� Ron whispered, and got to his feet. He
walked to the door and opened it.

�I don�t need one,� Severus answered him coldly.

�You�re lying to yourself,� Ron sighed, and left.

***

Ron hadn�t been able to get the argument off his mind all
afternoon. On closing the door to the office all he had wanted to do was jump
straight back through it �not to argue more, not to fight his corner, but to
simply offer a shoulder to the vampire who had looked so sad as he�d left.

And that vampire still looked very sad and melancholy as he
sat at the staff dinner table, slowly eating.

He still eats human
food, too. I�ll have to ask him about that. I wonder what it does� if it
digests. Do vampires still go to the toilet?

Ron was jerked out of his
highly-inappropriate-whilst-eating-curry thoughts by Hermione dropping into the
empty space on the house bench next to him.

�Hello Ron! Haven�t seen you all afternoon, where have you
been?�

�Around,� Ron smiled at her. �What�s the matter, you look
all flushed, �Mione?�

�I�m� just going to do this. Will you come with me to
Hogsmeade next week, the Christmas trip?�

Ron had forgotten all about his fight with Harry in the mire
following the bigger one with Severus �with a shake of his head he realised he
hadn�t had a successful day at all. And with Hermione�s eyes so wide and
twinkling, he didn�t expect it to get any better.

�Sure, that sounds fun,� Ron gave her a smile. �But, just as
friends yeah?�

�Of course,� Hermione nodded.

�Then it sounds great,� Ron nodded at her.

�Oh, I�m so glad you said yes!� She breathed, and then,
without Ron really knowing why, she threw her arms around him from the side and
did not let go, and kissed him on the cheek.

�Look, Hermione, I don�t want to upset you-�

�It�s just about time we did this Ron, it�s been so long and
your mother keeps telling me I have to bully you into it and I didn�t want to
but she was right, really, wasn�t she?�

�No, Hermione, listen-�

Hermione kissed his face again and Ron wondered what the
hell had come over her �she normally detested such public displays of attention
in the Great Hall and would openly comment on those doing so. But there she
was, her arms wrapped around him, kissing his cheek. And there was someone Ron
really didn�t want to see that. He managed to look at the staff table and was
met, as he had instinctively known he would be, with a glaring pair of black
eyes.

Caught between Hermione�s arms and Severus� stare, Ron
crossed into the realm of just-too-muchery. Breaking
free of her light cage, Ron got to his feet and swallowed. �No, Hermione, this
isn�t a date.�

�What?� She looked up at him.

�I don�t want� this isn�t the place,� people were starting
to stare at them now he had stood up.

�Oh,� she looked into his face then, and her eyes widened
with horror. �Have I� I�ve made an� Oh.�

Ron wasn�t going to make the time old mistake of saying
�it�s not you, it�s me�, he�d seen too many scars on his brothers to repeat
their foolishness. So he simply just said, �I�m sorry,� and turned and strode
away from his food, and out of the Great Hall, where it seemed like every eye
followed him.

He had no idea where he was walking, but he was glad that
the front doors were open, and he stomped into the rain without caring he had
no cloak. He walked a little way along the path around the side of the building
and stopped, tucking himself against the wall in the darkness. The rain
completely missed him there, as would anybody who came looking for him.

***

Severus set down his fork and tried to quell the jealous
fire which had sparked in his stomach when the Granger girl had thrown her arms
around Ron and kissed his cheek.

I have no stake over him
and he is free to kiss whom he wishes.

Severus rose from the table and exited the hall, heart
thrumming along with what might have been nerves.

He is not mine to get
jealous over. We have nothing.

Not for his lack of
trying, of course.

He walked the path to his dungeon offices, eyes sweeping
about, seeking a glimpse of red hair.

Why on earth would he choose
to come and seek comfort from me? I am not a comforting person. I am not a nice
person. He knows that.

And yet he�s willing.
I wish I knew why.

Severus unlocked the door to his office, now fighting bitter
disappointment that Ronald Weasley was not loitering outside his door, begging
entrance and comfort.

Do not be disappointed
purely because he is stronger than you are.

Severus collapsed down onto his sofa and hit the arm with
his fist, the other hand coming up to smooth fingertips over his lips. His
forearms crawled alive with thousands of tiny firepricks;
it seemed to be his own extra special form of torment for
when he wanted to do nothing more than sink his teeth into Ron�s neck.

He�s right. I will bow
to this sooner or later; I can�t stand this without ripping my own skin off.
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