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Dear Elliot, Jack and
Rosie,
He’s fine. Sending this through the fire to McGonagall so you’ll have it as
quick as possible. It all went really well; he’s in some pain but is
trying not to moan about it (failing epically, though). Driving
me up the wall trying to get me to sneak food in because he hates the hospital
food. I haven’t told him you know what’s happening because he’ll only
get upset and he needs to stay calm. Make sure you address your reply to me,
and not him.
Love you all and
missing you –I wish you were here to help me cheer him up,
Dad.
~
Dad,
We want to come and
visit, McGonagall has said she’ll let us. Please? We hate being here when he’s in
hospital and Rosie keeps crying in lessons even though you said Dad’s fine.
E
***
“That whole secrecy thing went a bit tits
up then?” Ron looked at Severus with narrowed eyes, over the triplets’ heads.
“Sort of,” Severus had the grace to look guilty.
“You told them when you went up, didn’t you?” Ron would have
held his arms open for hugs but his bandages prevented him from doing so.
“I asked,” Elliott interrupted, and walked up to the bed to
grab hold of Ron’s hand. “I asked McGonagall if she’d let us out and she said
yes… I sort of bullied Dad into it… don’t be mad.”
Ron looked at his mini-Severus and sighed, the fervency in
the indigo eyes was too prominent to refuse.
“I’m not mad, El… I just wish I could give you all a bloody
hug.”
“Does it really hurt?” Elliott asked nervously, and let go
of the hand he’d grabbed.
“It does, but not my hand,” Ron said tactfully and he saw
the tension leave his son’s shoulders as he took it up again.
There was a slight scuffle as Rosie and Jack fought for the
opposite hand and Ron’s laughter made his chest ache. It was different to the
one he’d been so used to. His chest felt surprisingly full and cumbersome,
which told him just how badly the bones had been hurt in his youth.
He flicked his eyes to Severus at the end of the bed, who
was tracing the metal nervously with his hands, just like Ron could remember
him doing the first time he’d ever been in hospital (after he’d eventually
woken up). He gave him a smile and a wink.
“I brought you something,” Jack announced with a look to the
door, checking that there were no Healers around. He pulled out a bar of
chocolate from his pocket. “Dad said you were moaning about the food.”
“Jack,” Severus hissed. “Do you have to tell him everything?”
Jack snorted and tucked the chocolate bar under the hospital
blanket.
“Well at least I know who my real mates are,” Ron smiled.
“Thanks, Jack.”
“And I sort of made a card, it got
a bit squashed though… I fell over coming out of the Floo, see.”
Elliott pulled it out of his pocket and set it down on the
bedside table. “Open it later.”
That command was there because the card was handmade and
Elliott never liked people scrutinising his artwork whilst he was in the room.
It had been that way ever since he was little and he wouldn’t finger paint in
front of anybody else.
“Thanks El,” Ron smiled. “I’ll bet its brilliant like
always.”
“It is,” Rosie beamed brightly. “We all signed it.”
“You guys rock,” Ron told them, wondering if anyone in the
hospital felt as loved as he did at that minute.
“So do you believe me that he’s not in danger now?” Severus asked pointedly,
looking between the three of them.
“Give them a break,” Ron grinned. “They were born from two
of the most suspicious people on the planet. And we did lie to them.”
“Only because you didn’t want to ruin school for us,” Jack
shrugged. “We get it.”
“You are the weirdest kids in the world, if Mum and Dad had lied to me about
something like this I would have been so mad,” Ron admitted.
“Yeah well. We know your game,” Rosie giggled. “You’ve never been very good at
hiding stuff.”
“You were a crap Father Christmas,” Elliott threw in
candidly with a lopsided smile at Severus.
“I never proclaimed to be brilliant, and watch your
language,” Severus stared back.
“You set fire to the Christmas tree,” Ron pointed out. “I
think they’d sack Father Christmas if he set fire to Christmas trees
worldwide…”
“Look, shut up. This is about you,” Severus pointed at him
sulkily.
“So Daddy… what does this mean?” Rosie asked, looking down
at his hand in hers. “Are you going to be alright after this? You’ll be able to
sit normally and stuff?”
“Yeah,” Ron nodded. “I can already sit up now; it feels
weird, like someone’s thrown in a whole extra load of bones for me to carry
around.”
“And you’ll be fixed then, nothing else to be done?” Elliott
demanded.
“Yes. Well, as fixed as I can be,” Ron gave him a gentle nod.
The triplets didn’t know everything about his curse injuries
but they knew he’d been attacked during the war and that it caused him some
trouble. But they had never divulged the details fully, only given the
necessary to explain the scars on Ron’s body and Severus’ damaged shoulder.
They were both of the opinion that the next generation didn’t have to be
frightened by what had gone before.
“Our dreams have come back,” El said quietly. “Jack saw you
in here.”
“El!” Severus hissed. “You-”
“Hey,” Ron frowned. “Shut up. Let him talk, Severus.”
Severus let his rudeness slide on account of the fact he had
just gone through two days of pain and hadn’t eaten anything other than chicken
soup.
“You’re gonna be fine,” Jack
grinned brightly. “I love this dream thing, whatever it is.”
“You like it now,” Elliott said soberly. “What if we see
something bad?”
“At least I’ll know it’s coming,” Jack shrugged. “And
anyway… if you knew what I’d seen about you,
you might not be so miserable.”
“What did you see?” Elliott demanded immediately, and all heads swivelled to
Jack, who coloured.
“The end of school,” he looked down at the edge of the bed.
“Oh, well, good going El, you’re going to make it to the end
of Hogwarts, no easy thing to do,” Ron winked it at him.
“He’s going to be an artist,” Jack said firmly. “And…”
“What?” Elliott asked frustratedly. “Spit it out,
Jack.”
“I kinda saw you asking Chloe to
marry you?”
There was a collective gasp from Rosie and Ron and Severus
focussed his eyes on his son’s face as it blushed red.
“Did she say yes?” Rosie asked happily.
“Yeah,” Jack shrugged, his curls bouncing a little as he
shoved his hands in his pockets. “And you got married dead quickly.”
Ron looked at Severus with questioning eyes, to see how he
would take that news, but Severus was still firmly looking at Elliott.
“That’s…” A grin broke out on Elliott’s face and he blushed
harder. “Yeah.
Really…”
“Awwwwwh, El, are you welling up?”
Ron teased, giving his hand as much of a squeeze as he could muster.
“Shut up,” El laughed, throwing his hair back from his face
and standing a little taller. Then he turned to Severus. “I told you, Dad.”
“You did,” Severus conceded but said no more.
“You’ll have to keep me updated on the things you see,” Ron
told his sons. “Because really we should be prepared if we’ve
got a wedding to plan.”
“Who’s getting married?” George’s voice proceeded
him through the door and he froze when he saw the room full. “Hey! I didn’t
know you guys were going to be here!” He darted round the bed giving hugs to
all of them.
“Neither did I, Severus seems to
have performed a jailbreak out of Hogwarts,” Ron looked up at George as he
neared the head of the bed.
“Nifty, never knew you had it in you,” George shot a wink at
Severus. “How’s school? I hear you made the Quidditch team?”
“Yeah, I’m ready to kick Slytherin ars-
erm,” Jack cut off as Severus threw him a glare for
swearing. “I am ready to beat Slytherin with perfect morals and impeccable
talent?”
George cackled, “Seriously, where’d you guys
get this kid, he’s brilliant.” He grabbed Jack in a strangle hold and messed
his curls. “I’ll come back later if you’re busy.”
“These three should get back…” Ron looked around at his children, unwilling to
let them leave now they had only just come back to him.
“Maybe we can come back at the weekend?” El suggested. “I
can ask again…”
“You turning on the charm to the old ladies, El?” Ron
teased.
“Shut up,” he stuck his tongue out.
“I’ll take you three
back,” Severus said, moving for the door. “Come on.”
He waited whilst Rosie figured out the gentlest way to hug
Ron, and then as Jack copied, and then as Elliott wouldn’t let go.
“I’m fine!” Ron grinned at them. “They’re busting me out
tomorrow so I can go home and order your Dad around.”
Laughing, the triplets left and Severus shot Ron a loving
look before departing with them.
“So, how are you?” George plopped down into the chair next
to the bed. “You look shit.”
“You re-grow your ribcage and see how
you fucking look afterwards,” Ron yawned.
“Did the whole lot come out then?”
“Yup, Severus nearly had a fit.”
“And everything’s alright?” Worry tinged George’s voice.
“Everything grew back perfectly,” Ron assured him. “And
they’re monitoring me all the time but apart from the pain there’s nothing to
note.”
He was getting tired of promising his health to everyone. He
felt nothing more than tired and achy, but it had been worse in the beginning.
“Well, I’m just… you know. You’re my lickle
brother and I’m allowed to get all protective, you’re the only one I have and
all.”
“Shut up,” Ron mirrored El and stuck his tongue out.
“Urgh, don’t put that thing back in your mouth,” George made
a face.
“I’m glad you’re here actually… Severus has to go away next
week for work and I don’t know what sort of state I’m going to be in with
movement and stuff. They said it might get better only to get worse again and I
might need help…”
“Just firecall,” George smiled serenely. “Or I can come and
stay for a few days, if you want?”
“I should be fine. I’ll let you know, though.”
“Do the triplets know he’s leaving you?”
“No,” Ron shook his head. “And he offered to get out of it.
But this is daft. We’re not glued together at the hip and I can handle being
alone for a few days.”
“You’re going to be fucking miserable without him, and
them,” George said with patronising raised eyebrows.
“Yeah, well, so what?” Ron shrugged.
***
Buongiorno!
I am in Rome. Your Dad wouldn’t
let me tell you before but I had to come for work and he’s all by his lonesome
in the cottage. Send him lots of letters to cheer him up. He’s doing really well
with his new bones.
Love,
Dad.
~
Dad,
How could you leave
him on his own? I want to go home and help.
El.
~
El,
I offered to stay and
Uncle George is looking after him. Don’t make me feel worse about this than I
already do. Attached some Italian biscuits in the hope you’ll forgive me.
Dad
~
Dad,
Send more biscuits.
Fallen out with Chloe and I hate Hogwarts.
El
~
Dear Dad,
El’s really upset. Chloe is ignoring him and
won’t say why. Can we have more biscuits? Is Daddy alright?
Rosie
~
Rosie,
Dad’s fine, I’ll ring
him in a bit. Sent more biscuits as requested. The owls are getting annoyed I
think, coming all the way here for short letters. Hope you’re looking after El
for me, have they made up yet?
Dad
~
Dad,
Love Hogwarts. Chloe
was upset because she thought I fancied a girl in Gryffindor because I leant
her my quill in the library the other day. Girls are so weird. Thanks for the
biscuits.
El
****
Ron jumped out of the light doze he’d fallen into camped on the
sofa. He looked around for the source of the noise before he realised it was
his phone, lodged between the seat cushions. He pulled it out and his heart
leapt when he saw the name on the display.
“Hey sexy,” He answered with a grin, tugging the blanket
back up around himself.
“How are you?” Severus’ voice was even deeper and silkier through the telephone
and Ron bit back a groan.
“I’m fine, cold,” Ron shivered.
“You’re always cold, tell me something new,” Severus spoke
against a quiet backdrop.
“Where are you? It’s really quiet.”
“In my room, bored out of my mind… Going out for dinner soon with everyone. I
assure you, I’d much rather be there.”
“No you wouldn’t,” Ron snorted. “I’ve got all the programmes
you hate on the telly and I’m eating all sorts of crap.” He flicked away a
screwed up chocolate wrapper.
Severus laughed before saying, “Do you remember that promise
you made to keep yourself healthy whilst I was gone?”
“Yeah yeah. George is coming over
to cook me dinner in a bit,” Ron yawned.
“Did I wake you up?” Severus’ voice blurred with concern.
“Just dozing,” Ron dismissed him. “I’m fine. I miss you
though.”
“And I miss you.”
“Like hell you do, you’re in Italy, surrounded by Italian food,
wine, good looking men with Italian accents… do remember to come home, won’t you?” Ron tried to hide his
resentment.
“Well no matter how good looking they are, they’re not you…”
The deep voice sent a chill running riot up and down Ron’s
spine and he grinned stupidly to the room as nobody could see him. He shivered
fully and his breath transferred through the phone.
“I wish we knew why you were so cold all the time,” Severus
sighed.
“I blame the triplets, they started it,” Ron rolled his
eyes, because it wasn’t the first time Severus had played the concerned partner
over the amount of time Ron spent shivering. “Seriously, I reckon it’s just
some weird effect of all the times I’ve hurt myself. It’s not doing me any
harm, all I have to do is put on a few more jumpers, innit?”
“You really should stop copying Jack’s vocabulary,” Severus
chided. “You sound ridiculous.”
“I’m young and hip,” Ron dismissed him. “Anyway, so where are you going for
dinner?”
“Merlin only knows. I don’t really want to go, I’d much rather stay in my room
and talk to you. Even better, screw the room, I’d come home and ravish you.”
“Tut tut, Professor,”
Ron batted his tongue piercing against his teeth, as he would if Severus were
there and he wanted to taunt him into sex.
“I know just what you’re doing with that bloody tongue of yours,” Severus snapped
down the phone, the teasing evident in his voice. “And it won’t work. I am
hundreds of miles away.”
“Oh really?” Ron asked in a sultry tone, switching the phone
to his other ear so he could prop it up with his elbow resting on the arm of
the chair.
“Even your charms
can’t beat the English Channel and cut through the Alps,
Weasley.”
“Just because the chain bond doesn’t work through those
doesn’t mean my charms won’t,” Ron pointed out.
“I hate not being able to feel you,” Severus sounded truly
sad then and Ron made his ‘awwwwh cute!’ face, glad
the man could not see his response. “It’s odd, like I’m without a limb.”
“I feel the same way,” Ron assured him, looking at the chain
resting over his wrist. “Come home, Severus.”
“You know I can’t.”
“Not even for the night?”
“No, I can’t… even though I want to.”
“I miss you. I hate the Academy.”
“Right now I’m not so enamoured with them myself,” Severus chuckled.
“Severus?”
“Mm?”
“When you come home, I’m going to be fully rested… and then when
you come through the fireplace, or door, whichever way you’re getting home, I’m
going to pounce on you…”
“Mmmm?”
“And then I’m going to pin you to the wall of the hallway…”
Ron grinned even harder when he heard a bit of
breathlessness come through the connection and Severus stayed silent.
“And I’m going to get on my knees and suck you off until you
come down my throat…”
“What are you trying to do to me?” there was hoarseness in
Severus’ voice with those words.
“I’m trying to make sure you don’t miss me too much…” Ron closed his eyes at
the boldness in his tone. “And after I’ve sucked you off, I’m going to fuck you
right there on the floor, like we used to… Are you touching yourself yet?”
“And if I am?”
“Then I’d say my work here was done. Goodnight, Severus….”
Ron clicked off the phone and chucked it down on his lap, squeezing his eyes
shut and grinning like a madman over his daring.
He felt his own erection pressing heavily against his thigh
and sighed. He hadn’t continued because he couldn’t get off without Severus and
if he wasn’t having fun, then Severus wasn’t going to have any either. But Ron
nearly shrieked as the phone beeped out again, vibrations reverberating through
his thinly clad thighs. He picked up the phone and opened the text message.
‘Leaving me hard and
horny in a country full of tall, dark, handsome strangers? You’re losing your
touch.’
Growling, Ron typed his message into the phone, marvelling
at the wonders of Muggle technology –no wizard had ever come up with something
as instant as a mobile phone for communication when you couldn’t be together.
‘Yes, and they’re all
together with other dark, handsome, strangers. You’re just the weird, pale
foreigner… you know it’s me you want sucking your cock.’
He dropped the phone again and eagerly waited for his
response, quite enjoying the separation for the fun opportunities it threw up
to torment each other. He looked at the clock on the phone display and saw he
had an hour before George was due to arrive for dinner. Even though he was expecting
it, he jumped again when the phone buzzed through his legs.
‘There’s something to
be said for variety.’
“You bastard,” Ron hissed with a grin, and clicked back his
own message.
‘You’re assuming
they’d have you.’
He didn’t bother setting the phone down and wondered what
acerbic comment his husband would throw back at him in response, and whether
the textual sparring would go too far. The phone buzzed again in record speed
and Ron really wondered how it could work so fast, considering Severus was so
far away. He couldn’t feel it, but he imagined his cock would have given an
excited twitch when he read the message which Severus had sent back.
‘You’re very right.
Nobody else would put up with me. So my cock is totally yours on which to suck.
And I’m thinking about you doing that right this second…’
Ron eagerly typed back.
‘Oh yeah… I’d be
licking you all over, rubbing my piercing into your slit… you’d taste as good
as ever ;-) ’
That was as far as Ron got before the phone started ringing
and he pressed the wrong button, rejecting the call instantly, thinking he’d
call them back when he’d sent the message. But, his finger slipped on the
button, and then, somehow, horribly, he was sending the explicit message to
Harry.
“NO! No no no
no nooooo!” he cried,
jumping off the sofa with his phone in his hand, looking at it desperately with
shame creeping onto his cheeks. “What the fuck is wrong with me?! Why am I so
insistent on detailing my sex life to all the wrong people this month!? Fuck!”
“Hey, what’s chewing your gusset?” George spoke from behind
him and Ron screamed and dropped the phone, which landed with a loud thwack on
the carpet.
“Sorry,” George stooped down immediately to pick up the
phone and handed it to him. “Ron, are you alright?”
“I’m… a fucking idiot,” Ron moaned, and threw himself back
down on the sofa.
“Care to explain?” George raised an eyebrow. “I bought pizza? Sorry I’m early…”
“I was… well Severus rang,” Ron waved the phone. “And we
were getting a bit…”
“Dirty?”
“Yeah,” Ron rolled his eyes. “And I wound him up and hung up the phone, and
then he texted and we were getting…”
“Dirtier?”
“Yep… but then Harry tried to ring me in the middle of a
text and somehow I’ve…. Just sent…” he sought out the message in his sent box,
thinking George had to have seen far worse being with Seamus, “This to him.”
George accepted the phone and squinted at the display,
before bursting into roaring laughter and nearly dropping the pizza boxes he
held. “Oh, that’s fucking classic. Oh Merlin my sides!”
“I’m a fucking twat!” Ron groaned, chucking the phone
sideways onto the sofa, terrified of it beeping whilst still in his hand.
“What else have you done? You sounded like you’d told
someone else?” George threw himself down in Severus’ armchair and kicked his
shoes off at large to the room.
“Jack,” Ron groaned, bringing his face into his hands at the
memory. “We’ve been writing regular letters to them, and I got a bit funny and
sent one to Severus… something about fucking him on the kitchen table and I signed
off that I had a raging hard on… and accidentally sent it to my poor son in Scotland.”
George was howling again and Ron tugged the boxes off him
before they landed the wrong side up on the carpet. “Oh, Ron, don’t worry about
it. Did I ever tell you about the time that Fred found a dirty letter of Mum
and Dad’s?”
“No… do I want to hear it without putting me off my pizza?”
“Probably not… but it’s not the end of the bloody world. You and Severus have
always had a very… sensual-looking relationship. We all saw it and it wouldn’t
surprise me if the triplets saw it too. Jack’s probably still laughing over it.
Don’t worry your head, Ron. You’ve got enough to contend with.”
Just as George finished speaking, the phone buzzed and Ron
groaned loudly and picked it up, opening the message with trepidation.
‘You’re lucky Ginny
didn’t open that. You’re a filthy whore, Weasley. No wonder Severus looks so
happy of late. I’ll ring you tomorrow when I’ve stopped throwing up. H.’
“What’d he say?” George asked through a mouthful of pizza,
and Ron held the phone out for him to read, causing him to crack up again.
The phone buzzed again whilst his hand was still
outstretched and George pressed the button to read the message before Ron could
stop him. He saw George’s eyes flit over the words before he spat his mouthful
of cheese, base and various vegetable toppings back out ungracefully into the
box and collapsed laughing. Ron pulled it back and read for himself.
‘Don’t tell me I’ve shocked
you into silence? We both know I can be far dirtier than that… I can remember
tying your hands up to the shower head and licking your cock until you came…
I’m thinking of that now if you aren’t going to help me along.’
“I wouldn’t tell him you saw that,” Ron snorted at George,
who was wiping pizza from his mouth, and began to type back a message.
“Don’t let me stop your fun,” George winked. “I’ll be quiet
as a mouse and watch the telly.”
‘George arrived early.
Got to go. Had filthy message all ready and sent it to Harry by accident.
Whoops. Love you. Be safe and have a good night. I miss you.’
“Film?” Ron asked. “And beer?”
“You’re not allowed to drink,” George shot at him sternly.
“Oh, shut up, Severus,” Ron muttered, and trailed into the
kitchen for a drink, of water, if he wasn’t allowed beer.
Ron heard his phone buzz and then George’s laugh. “Fuck’s
sake, George, is there no privacy?” he yelled.
“Severus says he hopes you didn’t choke Harry on his own
vomit. He loves you and is going to buy you a present… awh.
Fucking sap your man is, Ron.”
“Yep,” Ron grinned to the back garden. “Just the way I like
him.”
***
“Ron?” Severus called out, chucking the bag he had taken
with him on the floor of the hallway. “I’m home. I have grovelling gifts with which
to try and make my extra absence up to you.”
It wasn’t Severus’ fault that he’d been requested to stay an
extra two days to do some twinning work with the university there. Ron had
sounded nothing less than gutted on the phone and he knew he was probably in
for the silent treatment for at least a night, and probably deservedly so.
Staying in Rome had caused him to miss Ron’s first check up at the hospital,
something he’d wanted to be there for but Ron had assured him would be fine.
“Ron, seriously, where are you?” Severus frowned looking at
the obviously dark kitchen and living room, the lack of noise from the loft,
the dark stairs to the cellar and the games room only lit by the moonlight
coming in through the window. Their bedroom door was closed.
Suspicious, Severus pushed it open and nearly laughed when
the opening door revealed the room aglow with candles, all flickering in the
breeze he’d created. The bed had been somewhat transformed, layered with a
silky looking black cover which had been dusted with red rose petals.
Severus thought back to the last person he’d thrown rose
petals over and blushed slightly, knowing Remus had no place in his thoughts at
that moment. He took a tentative step over the threshold, wondering if he’d be
ambushed, but nothing came as he reached the end of the bed, other than the
door slowly being pushed shut behind them. He froze and did not turn around,
willing to let Ron have whatever fun he wanted to make up for his absence.
So Severus did not grab for his wand when the silken
blindfold landed around his eyes, or when his clothes and shoes melted away
into the thin air. The room was hot from the candles and yet he still shivered
in anticipation. Large hands smoothed up over his back and then tugged the tie
from his hair, letting the tresses drip properly over his shoulders and spine.
He felt a hand fondling against his crotch and smiled
slightly at the touch, as fingers wrapped around his growing erection and
pulled a few times.
“Do you have anything to say?” Ron asked in a low voice.
“I’m sorry,” Severus told him immediately.
“A good start,” the hand left Severus’ crotch and moved
round to grope at his backside. “Anything else?”
“I missed you?” Severus swallowed as a finger traced down
his crack.
“I’m glad. What else?”
Severus searched for something in his vocabulary with which
to placate Ron, but came up wanting. Instead he settled for a small groan as a
finger played around his entrance.
“It’s no fun being here by yourself…” Ron whispered in his
ear. “But it did give me time to think up this…”
“I’m glad,” Severus went willingly when Ron pushed him over,
his chest connecting with the silky sheet, erect nipples gliding over it. “Ron,
take this off… I need to see you…”
“This isn’t about what you need,” there was something dark
and deliciously threatening in Ron’s voice. “This is about me. You’re the one
that fucked off, Severus, and stayed off. Left me here all by myself for two
extra days…”
“And I’ve apologised for that,” Severus marshalled his voice
into cool, controlled calm. “Please, Ron, just…”
“Do I need to gag you as well?” Ron sighed, but the room
came back into blurry focus for Severus as the blindfold was tugged off. Ron
moved away and perched on the side of the bed, his creamy skin glowing in the
golden light.
Severus righted himself by crawling properly onto the bed
and heading for Ron, his legs smoothing easily over the silk and cutting
through the rose petals. “Why the show?” he asked softly.
“I thought I could act the part,” Ron gave him a small grin.
“But I just missed you too much, Severus.”
Well now don’t I just
feel the biggest bastard in the West? The look on Ron’s face had his heart
melting. “I don’t know what to say to apologise,” he settled on his heels, ignoring
the fact he was completely naked and his erection was sticking out from in
between his legs.
Ron shrugged. “I guess I just know how you felt know… all
those nights at the beginning when I rolled in at three in the morning…”
He turned and faced the wall, and Severus seized on his
opportunity by crawling up behind him and setting his fingers to gently massage
over Ron’s shoulders, finding the skin and muscles tense and knotted. Ron let
his head drop forward and the scent from his wavy red hair reeled Severus in
like a fishing rod. He bent down and pressed his face in it.
“Fuck I missed you,” he groaned, neglecting the massage to
throw his arms around Ron’s torso and hug him tightly.
“I think without the phone I might have gone mad,” Ron laughed
slightly, leaning into the solid warmth behind him. “Um, Severus, my arse is
going to slide off the bed in a minute.”
Severus moved back, releasing the toned body only for the
time it took Ron to assume a safer position, and then he grabbed him again,
pulling him close and kissing his forehead. With that Ron gave up all pretence
of anger and threw his arms around Severus’ middle, sending them properly
tumbling onto the silk sheets, and some of the petals bounced up around their
bodies.
Undulating warmth and happiness transmitted through the
chain bond and they both settled into each other’s arms, the thought of sex
pushed aside for the moment as they simply enjoyed holding each other again.
“Next time you go away, I’m coming with you,” Ron breathed,
his eyes closed as he placed happy kisses on Severus’ neck.
“You have to work,” Severus groaned, sinking fingers into
Ron’s hair and savouring the feel of the thick waves.
“I’ll quit,” Ron declared, and raised his head to kiss
Severus on the lips for the first time since he’d entered the room.
Breaking the kiss to gain some oxygen, Severus looked at Ron
with eyes closed, feeling relieved to be home.
“Do you think I like it?” he whispered in a deep voice. “Do you think I like
leaving you here? You know me, Ron. I don’t like change… I like to have
everything normal, and comfortable… to come home, have dinner… not miles away
from the man I love and be forced into entertaining a bunch of stuffs who can
barely speak English.”
“So why do you do it then?” There was no accusation in Ron’s
tone, it was merely a question.
“Because before… when I was researching… that was what I
wanted. Working with Potions and such. And then… they offered me the promotion,
and everyone told me what a great honour it was and I…”
Ron looked at him, searching to understand the words that
Severus hadn’t said. “You wanted the acclaim?” he whispered softly with a
smile. “Hell, Severus, did you think I wouldn’t get that? You of all men…
shunted from pillar to post, you’ve led a hard life and… I get it, I truly do…”
“And yet you’re the one that puts up with the long hours and
the trips away,” Severus assessed him with dark, emotional eyes.
“Doesn’t mean I don’t get it,” Ron shrugged.
“I would give it up for you,” Severus told him honestly.
“All you have to do is ask.”
Ron gave him a look which made clear his feelings on that. Not on my fucking life, Severus.
“I just need to buck up a bit, is all,” Ron cleared his
throat. “I’m just… down because of the kids being gone, and the hospital. But
you’re here now, and my ribs are brilliant. I’m glad I did it.”
“Good,” Severus smiled at him.
“Now what was that I heard about grovelling gifts?” Ron
laughed.
“Oh, well… they’re packed so you’ll have to wait,” Severus
gave him an apologetic sigh.
“Bastard.”
“Yes, but then you knew that when you married me.”
“Our anniversary soon,” Ron commented, lacing his fingers
through Severus’.
“Yes, I know… I thought maybe we could go away?”
“As long as we’re together, I don’t care where we are,” Ron rolled
Severus on top of him and engaged him in another kiss, positively glowing with
delight as Severus’ dark hair swung forward and enveloped both of their faces,
like he loved to feel it do. “I love your hair.”
“I know,” Severus pressed a kiss to both of Ron’s closed
eyelids.
“I also love your eyes,” Ron continued to lavish the praise,
his previous plans to make Severus suffer the wrath of his lonely discontent
gone.
“I know,” Severus flushed under the praise.
“I’ve only told you a million times over the years, right?”
Ron smiled and smoothed his fingers around the nape of Severus’ neck.
“I hope to reach two million by the time we reach thirty
years,” Severus rolled his eyes.
“They’re even beautiful when they’re mocking me,” Ron threw
him a glare.
“Not mocking you,” Severs insisted, lowering his lips to
Ron’s again. “Never mocking you unless you do something stupid.”
“Once upon a time you would have told me telling you your
eyes were beautiful was poetic and ridiculous,” Ron challenged.
“Well it is,” Severus shrugged. “They’re dark, hard to read,
been called cold more times than I care to remember and make my face look dead
in the right light. But I can see why you would find them beautiful.”
Ron nearly clapped at how far his self-deprecating husband
had come in the years of their relationship. Doing so would have earned him a
slap, so he fought it down, but he forgot that that his praise and adoration
would be given away by the chain bond. And
how fucking stupid is that? Bloody bond is older than the triplets and I still
forget that it’s there!
Ron suddenly burst into laughter and Severus pulled up,
looking down at him with a worried expression. “What’s the matter?”
“Nothing,” Ron insisted, snorting through his chuckles. “I
just… was thinking about how sometimes I forget the chain bond is there, after
all this time… and how ridiculous that is as it’s older than the kids… and then
I remembered that time you left Elliott in Flourish and Blotts
for a whole hour before you remembered you had him.”
Severus immediately coloured and flopped off Ron’s body,
burying his face in the silky sheet at the reminder. “Don’t,” he groaned.
“I know,” Ron apologised. “I’m sorry… I just… all those
things keep flooding back to me when I’ve been here alone and I can’t help but
feel fucking amazed at the way we had it so good.”
“There were low points,” Severus couldn’t help but point
out. “Jack nearly getting squashed by that tractor at the Summer Fling was a real low point, if you remember. And
Rosie’s continual throat infections. And El’s
separation anxiety. And your ribs being really painful for better part of ten
years. And-”
“Trust you to remember all the bad parts,” Ron rolled his
eyes and swung over Severus’ legs, leaning forward to massage up his back.
He worked in silence until Severus spoke again. “I remember
the good parts too,” he assured Ron.
“I’m glad,” Ron smiled down at the back of his head.
“I remember the home-made cider we got from the farmer who
drove the tractor and how he gave Jack countless ride arounds
in said tractor. I remember finishing hundreds of tubs of chocolate ice cream
because it was the only thing Rosie’d bloody eat when
her throat was red raw –and who could blame her? And I remember El just… El
holding my hand whenever he could. And you… when you’d lay out on your back
because that was the only way it stopped hurting, and George would come and lie
on your right side and the kids would fight for position on the other… I do
remember the good things, I promise.”
Ron sat and swallowed the unmanly lump which had risen in
his throat with Severus’ recollections. “And lots of good things still to come.
A wedding if Jack’s dream was anything to go by.”
“You can’t seriously think we’d let them get married when they leave school?”
Severus asked incredulously, and Ron’s hands stilled on his back.
“Why not?” Ron frowned. “If they love each other… and after so many years of
friendship, they probably will… if they want to… I don’t see why we’d stop
them.”
“Because they’d be eighteen,” Severus frowned to the silk, and trained his eyes
on one of the rose petals.
“Ahem,” Ron coughed. “Funny. Do you remember how old I was
when we got bonded, Severus?”
“That’s different,” he dismissed. “We were clearly meant to do
it. So we did.”
“And what if Chloe and El are made for one another in the
same way? They’ll have it a lot fucking simpler than we did. If they want to be
happy and get married, good luck to them, I say.”
“I would be apprehensive of letting him tie himself to
someone so young,” Severus sighed.
“And what was I?” Ron asked indignantly.
“You weren’t my son.”
“But I was somebody’s son. My dad probably felt the same
way. And look how we turned out. He’s happy for us.”
“I have always been shocked at the way your father adapted
to the situation. I just sat there half the time and thought –if this was my
son, I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t let him waltz off with a man twice his age.”
“Well, El will only be eighteen and marrying an eighteen
year old. They’re on a level playing field.”
“How can you be so calm about the thought of him doing it?”
Severus demanded, rising up to rest on his elbows and look back awkwardly over
his shoulder.
Ron climbed off him and Severus was able to turn all the way
to look at him properly. Ron moved back on the bed and bent up his legs; he
wrapped his arms around them and curled into an upright ball which Severus
could remember him assuming when he was younger, before his ribs got really
painful.
“Because, Severus, he’s like you,” Ron looked at him with
glittering blue eyes. “He’s like you. El’s loving,
and kind, and he’s… found his happiness, now.
You thought you had by his age as well, and you can’t deny that if you’d not
made the wrong choices in other aspects of your life, if Lily Evans had loved
you back… you would have married her, loved her, had her children. But you did
make the wrong choices, by your own admission. If you had followed Lily into
Gryffindor…?”
Severus swallowed nervously and waited for Ron to speak
again.
“If she is what El wants, I won’t stand in his way. And because he’s like you I
trust his decisions. So the very reason you don’t want him to pursue it is the
very reason I do… do you get that?”
“I get it,” Severus shrugged. “I just don’t really agree… I think eighteen is
too young to get married in this day and age, when there are no driving forces,
and they can just… at least live together before they rush into anything.”
“Well, that’s what an engagement is for,” Ron shrugged. “Plus, come on, they’re
going to have been in each other’s beds by that point anyway. Don’t pull that
face!” Ron protested. “Think of what I was doing on my last night of school,
Severus…”
Severus gathered up a handful of rose petals and chucked
them over Ron’s head. “I remember. Vividly.”
“You cried.”
“Shh,” Severus hissed, as though there were spies in
the wallpaper.
“You looked… beautiful. As weird as that sounds. You were
the most beautiful being I’d ever seen, Severus. Especially when I announced I
was moving in with you.”
“Yes, that fairly knocked me for six, if I remember rightly.”
“And look how my Gryffindor daring worked out for me?” Ron
threw his hands out and gestured around the bedroom. “El’s
Hufflepuff loyalty might well do the same for him.”
“And what did my Slytherin cunning do for me?” Severus asked
interestedly.
“It made you fuck up,” Ron said immediately. “And your fuck
up left you for me, all for me. And I’ve never been fucking happier about
someone else’s mistake, Severus.”
Severus coughed gruffly and moved across the bed to take
Ron’s face in his hands, and kissed him.
-fin-
A/N: There. Finis! I’m
so pleased for them, and happy that they’re safe and content. Ron is largely
fixed now and I wanted to manage that before I said goodbye (and also to help
reviewer Talley, who is always so concerned for Ron and his ailments, forgive
me for what I did in ‘Invitation’ *grovel*). Thought I’d be sad waving them off
in this series, but I’m just all sappy that they’re happy. (So happy I’m
rhyming). Thank you for staying with them until the end.
(I need a name for
this series now it’s complete, any ideas?!)
I have a new RW/SS
coming soon, watch this space. Xxx
P.S: Because I know
you’ll ask, yes, El did marry Chloe at eighteen. ;-) And they were very happy.
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