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A/N: It�s just falling out of me. This is how I end up with
such long fics because I can�t stop writing *shame*.
I feel I should detail a little on how this will plan out. This isn�t going to
be a quick ride, as this chapter shows. Severus and Ron are still intent on
dancing around one another and although there will be some improvements on
that, one of them will hold back �and there won�t be any real sex for a while
yet. (Despite the best efforts of outside forces ;)).
I hope that�s not too disappointing. I am not sure on the length of this yet,
but I have at least another four chapters planned out and that�s not the end.

Severus has toned down his sarcasm for this chapter, but he's just feeling a little overwhelmed ;) I promise he'll be back to normal as soon as possible!

Thank you so much for your reviews:

-DaVinci �you blow me away with
the length and depth of your reviews. It makes me smile like this
:-D (as demented as that would look, lol) Also, dirty talk? He's starting, just for you *whistle*.

-Kai �sadly not so quickly as you might be hoping. But he
will get him eventually.

-Sheree -� wait, it�s not all
about sex? *blinks* Trust me, his realisation is coming. Not wholly in this chapter,
though.

-Jen -Amazing? *blush* Thank you. And thanks for reading. x

-abbi cee
�I think you make a very valid point about Hermione�s similarity to Ron�s
mother and it was one of the things that made me so annoyed in the actual
books. I loved JKR�s world but I�ll never forgive her
for lumbering Ron with Hermione. (I also still perpetuate that Ron would never have been cruel enough to name his
son Hugo, but there we go).

I digress, on with the fic! Enjoy!
Xx

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Ron shivered slightly, walking up the path to the castle.
November had bled into December with no let up on the bad weather and the
temperature had only dipped further. He was wrapped in his scarf and cloak but
was totally frozen as he walked back from Herbology, as he had been for a week,
alone.

I don�t get why he�s
sided with her. I wasn�t rude, or nasty, I just made a decision. I don�t
understand people.

Ron swallowed and walked up the castle steps, which were
slippery with ice. Concentrating on skirting round the worst patches, he kept
his eyes on the concrete, hands out ready to brace himself should he fall. The
ice was early and therefore the usual charms hadn�t been cast on the steps and
Ron had already gone over on his way down them. With a relieved breath he
reached the top step and finally looked up, but his heart pounded out an
instant tattoo when he saw who was standing in the open castle doors, watching
him. He would have liked to have remained to see the view, but his feet had
other ideas as they found a patch of ice he�d missed and disappeared from
beneath him.

He landed ungracefully on his backside with his legs splayed
in front of him, a loud �whoomph� of air gusting from
his lungs as he lost his breath, coccyx stinging as the fall resounded through
his body.

Oh, wonderful.

He was trying to gather his wits when a hand extended to him
and Ron looked first at it, then up the black-clad arm which it belonged to,
and finally into the face of the hand�s owner.

�I�m not going to stand here all day, Weasley,� Severus raised
an eyebrow and sneered.

Ron reached up and grabbed the hand, and groaned as the man
pulled him off the floor.

�Thank you,� Ron said politely, brushing wetness off the
seat of his cloak, face burning with embarrassment.

�Of course,� Severus regarded him with closed eyes and
turned away.

Ron was left smarting at the way he just turned and walked
off. There had been nothing for a week since the meeting in Severus� office and
it was driving Ron insane. He had spent a long time debating with himself over
that week quite how disturbed it must make him to crave someone drinking his
blood, but he always came back to the same conclusion: he didn�t want just anybody drinking his blood. Or touching my cock.

Shaking his head slightly, Ron stepped into the entrance
hall and made his way up the marble staircase, wishing there would be a point
in chasing Severus and forcing him to act. Although Ron had seen that goading
the man always brought out a reaction in him, he was loathe to
do so after their last meeting, which had ended on such a depressing
note.

Well. Let�s be fair.
They�ve all ended on depressing notes.

Ron was wandering aimlessly back to the tower, where he was
barely welcome. He could remember a time when if he fell out with Harry, he
could go and hang out with Dean, Seamus and Neville. But they were no longer
there as his safety net, and it made him feel a little guilty about all the
times before that he had used them in such a way. He slowed his pace along the
third floor corridor and groaned as his body began to ache. Nothing like a fall on cold hard concrete to
fuck you up.

Not bothering to stifle his yawn, Ron�s mouth was open when
out of nowhere his upper arm was grabbed in a tight grip and he was yanked
sideways into a disused classroom. His yelp ricocheted up the corridor but cut
off when a hand covered his mouth.

�Gods above are you ever quiet?� Severus� tone sent a tingle
up and down Ron�s spine and he turned, looking hopefully at the man who had,
after a week of nothing, touched him twice in the last five minutes.

�No,� Ron muttered thickly, anxiously licking the taste of Severus�
hand from the corners of his mouth.

�Well, keep quiet for now,� Severus warned him, then grabbed
one of Ron�s cold hands and led him through the clear classroom to a concealed
space at the back. With fascination Ron watched as the man tapped his wand
against the wall and a door appeared.

When that door was open and Ron walked through it, he saw
nothing of consequence, a windowless stone room with only a few candle brackets
on the walls. Severus closed the door and lit the well-worn stubs, which
flickered to life and made the room awash with amber.

�You look awful,� Ron commented, and chucked his bag in a
corner, nerves jangling, but he was too excited at the prospects that could
come of being in a hidden room with Severus Snape to pay them any heed.

�I know,� Severus said softly, keeping his distance, though
Ron noticed how his hands half-clenched, almost as if he wanted to throttle his
company.

�What�s with the hand-clenching?� Ron blinked at him.

He did not expect the soft, tortured groan which came from
the man�s mouth, or the way he sagged against the wall. �I can�t hold out any
more. I have to have you.�

�Is something wrong?� Ron took a step closer.

�Yes,� Severus� voice was strangled. �I can�t bear this any
more.�

�Bear what?� Ron asked, nonplussed, and watched as Severus
ripped back the sleeves of his robes, revealing pale forearms adorned with what
looked like deep scratches or cuts.

�W-what?� Ron reached forward and
pulled one of the arms closer. From the angles he could tell they were
self-inflicted. �Severus��

�I know!� He burst out. �I did those in my sleep! Can you
believe that?�

�No,� Ron said hotly. �Because you told me you barely sleep.
Why are you� harming yourself?�

�I�m not doing this on purpose, you lunatic?� Severus scathed at him.

�Well it looks that way,� Ron dropped the wrist he was
holding. �You know, that whole self-harm thing is more befitting to someone of
my age, why they give us all those bullshit lessons on expressing ourselves-�

�It�s you!� Severus cried. �When I don�t have you, this feeling
in my arms, like they�re on fire, they burn all the time. I don�t understand
it. But it�s driving me insane. I managed to get some sleep in the day on
Sunday� and when I woke up I�d done this to myself, seemingly I�d gone berserk without
the self control to stop.�

�You�re in pain when you don�t drink from me?� Ron asked quietly, and Severus
gave a terse nod.

�It�s worse when you�re around and apparently touching you.
I�ve just pulled you up off the floor and it�s almost unbearable� I need��

�Okay,� Ron said softly, forgetting distance as he wrapped
his arms around the older man, raising one hand and pushing it against the base
of his skull, guiding it to his shoulder, just as he would for anyone else he
was comforting. He didn�t remember it was his Professor, a man who had rejected
him for a week, and seemingly didn�t want anything to do with him.

To both of their surprise, Severus did not pull back and
remove himself from the comforting arms; he stayed and quietly took more solace
from them than he knew he should.

�We�ll figure something out,� Ron whispered. �Just� just don�t do that to yourself again.�

Ron tried not to shiver with thrilled delight as Severus�
arms came up behind his back and rested there, almost as if they were sharing a
cuddle. But then there was a soft kiss on his neck and Ron understood, tilting
his head off to the side. As usual he barely felt the teeth entering his skin
and all that came was the enthralling rush and the almost instant reaction in
his groin.

For the first time Ron realised Severus was making noise as
he drank, a sort of relieved groan which was deep and
throaty. It only served to make Ron harder and he pressed his hips forward to
gain some friction, which Severus granted him by grasping one hand over his
arse and pressing him forward even more.

But it was over too soon, because Severus detached from his
neck and looked into his eyes with a swallow.

�Better?� Ron asked.

Nodding, Severus closed his eyes and rejoiced in the burning
flowing through his body, and the tingling in his arms faded. �Oh god, so much better...�

Ron heaved a sigh of relief and threw caution to the wind as
he raised one hand and brought it up to stroke Severus� cheek. His thumb
stroked gently and when Severus did not push the hand off, Ron moved a little
closer. Severus reached into his robes for the replenishing potion vial, which
Ron took a mouthful of obediently, without comment.

�Have you fed at all?� Ron asked. �Since we last��

�Of course I have,� Severus replied. �I had to. But it didn�t stop the
burning.�

�It�s constant?�

�It�s gone now,� Severus muttered bitterly.

�So it really is me.�

A brief nod was all the answer Ron got. They stood in each
other�s personal space and Ron realised his erection was pressing into
Severus�, albeit through many different layers of clothing. His daring made Ron
reach between them and grasp through the black, repressive robes, and he
wondered if he�d really lost his mind when he began to stroke.

But Severus did not push him off and Ron pressed his advantage,
moving closer and gripping tighter at the same time. He captured the man�s thin
lips with his own and kissed him gently, keeping his eyes open to gauge the
reaction.

Severus had his eyes closed, and Ron noted the way that his
dark eyelashes were long, and the way they fluttered almost girlishly as the
kiss deepened. And just like Severus had groaned when he drank, Ron was
surprised to hear him groaning into the kiss.

Settling into a rhythm, Ron was thoroughly enjoying himself,
as his straining cock proved. And he didn�t see any signs that Severus was
enjoying it any less, so he continued, and positively relished the fact that
Severus suddenly gripped him tight and melted properly into his arms.

�I want you to�� the whisper met Ron�s ears and he strained
them, guessing at the end of the sentence. �Need you to��

�To what?� Ron felt an idiot needing clarification
�but if Severus was expecting miracles then he was stupid, it was, after all,
the first time Ron had been with a man.

�I want you to suck me off,� there was a change in that tone
and it electrified Ron to the tips of his hair.

�Okay,� Ron kissed him again, sucking on Severus� bottom lip
as he pulled away. �If you�re sure that�s what you want.�

There was a muttered stream of curses and Ron could have
sworn he caught something about �need� but he ignored it and sank to his knees,
body aching after his earlier wallop on the ground. He fingered the hem of
Severus� robes, wondering if he should undo them, but then just flipped them
over his head.

Fucking hate robes.
They�re like bloody dresses.

But he was spared working out the logistics by Severus
suddenly pulling away, dragging the heavy material of the robe over his head
and sending his hair into disarray. He watched as the man unbuttoned them from
the waist down, and then sank down in one of the corners before undoing the
trousers he wore beneath them. Ron gratefully walked over on his knees and sat
on his heels before the man, biting his lip furtively.

�Are you actually nervous for once?� Severus asked him,
regarding him with narrowed eyes.

�Maybe,� Ron knew his face was burning. �I�ve never done
this before.�

�Shut up,� Severus reached forward and grabbed him by his school uniform
jumper, crashing their lips together in a painful connection of teeth.

Ron opened his mouth and groaned when Severus� tongue slid
in it. �You�re so good at that,� he breathed, letting his head fall down to
rest on the still-dressed chest. He remembered the request made of him and sat
back again. �I�m sorry if this is shit.�

Severus said nothing, only looked ashamedly away and Ron
ducked his head before he lost his nerve. He had never seen so much of the man
he�d been fantasising about for the last few weeks, and now it seemed as though
they were cutting straight to the chase. Not stupid enough to complain, Ron
peeled back the edges of the trousers and nosed gently at the plain black
underwear he found beneath it. He pressed a kiss to the swollen flesh through
them before dragging them back, and releasing the erection to the room. He
worked both trousers and underwear downward for better access.

As soon as his fingers were on the silken flesh, there was
groaning above him. Taking heart in that, Ron looked at what he�d uncovered
slyly, not wanting to embarrass the older man who was clearly torn about what
was happening.

He asked, Ron
reminded himself. So maybe he�s finally
given in.

That thought bolstered him and he reached forward and
awkwardly placed a kiss to the reddened tip, darting out his tongue. Finding it
surprisingly tasteless, he licked again and took a sharp intake of breath when
there was a louder groan above him.

Is that right or
wrong? RIGHT OR WRONG? Fuck. I�m fucked.

As though Severus had heard his mental doubting, Ron felt a
re-assuring hand on his hair and then heard a soft voice filter down to him.

�Just do what you like.�

�I don�t know what to do,� Ron cringed at the admission.

�Do what you think would feel
good��

***

Dear God why, why do
these things happen to me? He has no idea. He�s clearly terrified of doing this
wrong. This was a mistake.

Severus opened his mouth to tell the redhead not to bother,
but at that moment lips closed around the tip of his erection and shaking
fingers prised it back from his body, causing his prick to stiffen considerably.
Just the wet heat made him want to come, to force his seed down the waiting
throat which he�d been drinking from just minutes before.

�Like that,� he encouraged, head tilting back to lean on the
wall, eyes focused down at the head of flaming hair. �Oh Merlin yes��

It was clumsy and unrefined, and Severus had certainly had
better, but the way Ron�s tongue dragged around his foreskin was almost enough
to bring the fire back in his arms. Severus groaned incoherently and tried to
arch his hips, although sitting down it did not work. He felt two warm finger
spans settle across his pelvis, holding him in place, and his cock slid a
little deeper into Ron�s mouth.

�That�s good� just like that� suck a little harder� oh��

Gasping, Severus tried to ignore the fact he was lecturing a
student in the art of fellatio. It didn�t help that the more he instructed the
better Ron got, forming their relationship as master and student even further.

Ron was lapping at the underside of his cock gently and it
felt heavenly.

This is disgusting.

Severus growled at the words he didn�t want to accept and
Ron froze, obviously thinking that the sound had been in negative response to
his actions.

�No, carry on� please gods don�t stop� need to�want to come
in your mouth.�

Want to shut the fuck
up, why the hell am I saying all of these things when this is so�

�Ohohohohohoh,� he gasped loudly
as one of the hands came off his hip and went straight to his sac, fondling
them gently whilst he was sucked. �Ron, please, I never last when��

It was as though he were silenced, because Ron carried on
rolling his balls and suckling away, making indecent slurping noises and
groaning sporadically. His urges took over and Severus grabbed Ron�s head and
held it in place, even though the redhead showed no sign of moving away.

�That�s right, suck me down,� the hiss escaped Severus� lips
before he could stop it, and then a torrent of words broke forth. �Take it all
down, I want it inside your virgin throat� suck it� harder� fuck yes! Like
that. Ahhgods. Take it like the good little slut you are.�

Hating how the words tumbled out of his mouth, Severus
didn�t really notice how Ron responded to them, or how low his lean frame had
gotten to the floor �he didn�t see how his knees had spread as he leant forward
and how his assailant was almost humping the floor with want.

�Make me come,� Severus hissed, biting hard into his lip.
�Make me come and lick it off. That�s what you�ve wanted, isn�t it? To taste me?�

A muffled groan rose up from the redhead and Severus, on top
of the feelings of pure desire in his groin, felt sick in his stomach, although
his mind filled with filthy images of all the things he could do with this
eager, hormone-driven young thing in front of him.

And it was his mind, focussing in of the image of
penetrating that body, which pushed him over the edge.

�Stop, I�m going to-�

The warning came too late as he bucked and cried out, losing
himself in a swirl of heat and gentle lapping against his cock and he groaned
again when he realised that Ron was licking away his come with each fresh
spurt. And the little bastard is enjoying
it. Severus looked down with his mouth hanging open as he heard the first
appreciative groan, and then felt a swipe of tongue, and then yet another
groan.

The thought of Ron enjoying his expulsion was too much. The
pleasure was doused with ice and Severus roughly pushed the redhead by the
shoulders, causing him to lose his balance and fall to the side.

Quickly re-arranging himself, ignoring the mess Ron had
caused, Severus jumped to his feet and swallowed.

�Was I that shit?� The whisper floated up to him, and he saw
Ron obviously refusing to look at him, face turned to the dusty floor of the
small chamber, stoically still kneeling, though his knees must have been painful.

�This was wrong,� Severus said. �And it will never happen
again, do you understand me, Weasley?�

�I just sucked your cock and we�re back to Weasley,� Ron�s voice cracked with
anger. �I can�t believe you.�

�Believe that this is the last time,� Severus spat, and
pulled open the door.

He closed it to something that sounded remarkably like �you
said that the last time� and screamed inwardly.

***

Ron flopped onto his back and looked at the ceiling of the
small room, licking the inside of his mouth, tasting Severus with every
movement of his tongue. His body ached from his fall and the way he had knelt
for so long, sucking at his Professor.

And now he�s gone
again. God I must have been really fucking shit. Stupid, I s�pose�
thinking I could please him. Fuck.

***

The next morning Ron sat alone at the Gryffindor table,
morosely picking through his breakfast. He really fancied none of it but it was
at least something to do. He had his
head leaning on his hand as he chased some baked beans around his plate, whilst
he surreptitiously flicked his eyes to the staff table. Severus was there,
reading the paper whilst he ate, looking fully charged and healthy again.

Yes. Wonderful. I spend an afternoon on the floor missing him and
he�s fucking fine. Must be some damn good blood. It
better be after all this.

There was a great screeching then and Ron didn�t bother to
look up as the post arrival was heralded by flapping wings and ducking
students. It was a surprise, therefore, when an owl landed only a millimetre
from his plate, its wing dipping into the bean juice. It squawked at him and he
realised with a jolt that it was his family�s owl.

Oh sweet Jesus what�s
that? Oh no it�s a-

Ron didn�t have time to run. The letter burst off the owl�s
leg, which took flight and clipped him round the head as it did so, probably
imparting a more personal message from his mother than the howler she�d sent
ever could. The letter burned a furious red and before he could move the
shrieking sound of his angry mother burst forth into the hall.

�You ridiculous child! Are you so stupid you can�t
recognise a good thing when you see it?� The letter screamed, and everyone had
turned to stare, including most of the staff table. �That girl has been good to
you for years and now you pull this! What are you playing at? You will never
find another woman willing to take you on so you had better fix this, Ronald Bilius Weasley, or I�m going to march up there and fix it
for you! I ALREADY HAD MOCK-UP WEDDING INVITATIONS!�

Ron�s mouth fell open with fury but he knew there was no
point in fighting with the letter.

�You need to wake up and smell the roses, young man. I�m
disgusted with you and I do NOT understand why you would choose to ruin your
future like this after everything you have been through with the girl!�

The letter gathered sound and strength and bellowed the last
words:

�Fix it, or you�re not welcome home for Christmas!�

The letter burst into flame and the ashes dropped into his
breakfast. All around him titters broke out amongst the younger students and
Ron swallowed shakily, wanting nothing more than for the ground to open up and
swallow him.

Ignoring everyone, he rose to his feet and walked numbly
from the hall, the sounds of his mother�s shouting reverberating in his ears.
He just didn�t get why everyone expected him to go along with their wishes. It
wasn�t good enough, apparently, to say that he wouldn�t have been happy with
Hermione, that his life would have been unsatisfying. Nobody seemed to care
about that point, only that he had upset her.
As usual, he didn�t seem to matter over everybody else.

Well what the fuck
about me?! Why the bloody hell is it that I�m the only one around here who
can�t say what they fucking think? She does all the fucking time! She tells
everyone they�re stupid, or treats them like it, acts like she� sooo much better� fuck it all to hell and back. Harry can
say what he thinks because he�s so put upon and the darling of the bloody
wizarding world. This is just bollocks! Absolute fucking
bollocks.

Ron knew he was getting angrier with every thought and his
hands curled into tight fists as he stormed along the nearest corridor he could
find, which happened to be that down to the dungeons. He was so very ready to
punch something by the time he reached a gruesome looking statue of a banshee,
which he realised he had never seen before. He�d never been this deep into the
labyrinth of corridors beneath the castle. It was cold and he shivered, but his
eyes fell upon a likely alcove and he slid into it, glad of the tiny stone
bench provided.

Once seated he let his face fall forward into his hands and
took a deep, shaky breath.

�Are you alright?� asked a low, silky voice, and Ron jumped,
looking up into Severus� face with shocked eyes.

�Bloody marvellous,� Ron choked, and replaced his face back
in his hands, staring with wide eyes down to the flagstone floor. �Do you have
to fucking sneak up on me like that?�

Nothing could have surprised him more than what happened
then. Severus sat down on the bench next to him, close enough that their sides
and thighs were touching, and put an arm around his shoulders. Ron only
remained shocked for a moment before he leaned into the comforting gesture and
sighed.

They sat in silence for a while and Ron found his head
filling with questions.

�Why are you here?� he whispered, well aware his voice
sounded pitifully miserable.

�Would you be content with the answer �I haven�t got a
fucking clue�?�

�At least you�re being honest with me,� Ron breathed.

�I don�t know what�s going on,� Severus said quietly, and
tightened his grip.

�Will anyone find us down here?�

�Unlikely. It�s awful past the level of the Slytherin
dorms.�

�Good. About� yesterday��

�For me to leave you like that was unforgivable.� There was
an almost fearful tinge in Severus� tone which Ron thought did not suit him at
all.

�So why did you? It was like a kick in the balls, just so
you know.� Ron finally looked up at him.

�I apologise,� Severus murmured, and then in an action which
sent Ron�s heart fluttering, pressed his lips softly to the redhead�s brow.

�Oh god, that feels amazing,� Ron couldn�t hold back the
praise. �Would you do it again if I asked?�

Severus repeated the action and couldn�t help a small smile
when Ron moaned.

�And if it�s any consolation at all, I did not leave you
because I was passing comment on your skill� it was because I was��

�Terrified.�

�The Slytherin in me dictates that I don�t admit that.�

�The Gryffindor in me
makes me reckless enough to tell you you�re speaking out of your arse,� Ron
smirked, loving the way Severus� arm felt so heavy and warm around his
shoulders.

Ron slid his own arm around Severus� waist. Joined together
they would have been hard pressed to find an adjective for their position other
than comfortable.

�Can I ask you some questions about� what you are?� Ron
asked softly.

�Yes.�

�How long have you been this way?�

�Three years.�

�And you won�t age?�

�No.�

�So you�re frozen at what� thirty-five, thirty-six?�

�Thirty-five. But, if it makes you
feel better, my birthday is January 9^th and I should be coming up to
my thirty-ninth.�

�Well, you have the perfect excuse to stay below forty
forever. Some people would kill for that, you know,� Ron snorted.

Severus stayed silent and looked at the wall opposite.

�So� how have you changed? What�s different in you that makes
you a vampire?�

�The fact I need other�s blood to function. I could survive
on human food for around two days before I felt the effects� but it�s blood
that truly fuels me.�

�About the food� does your body still work in the same way? If you eat, does it
digest?�

�Really, you�re asking me about my toilet habits?� Severus snorted.

�Just answer the question.�

�Brat.�

�Vampire.�

�Yes, if I eat, it�ll digest, I still have basic sanitary needs.�

�Sounds a bit shit if you ask me.�

�It is.�

�So what would happen if you were hit by sunlight?� Ron
asked airily, hoping it masked the fear in his voice.

�We don�t melt,� Severus rolled his eyes. �Though
the books say we do. No. If I were to be hit by direct sunlight, I would
fall into a catatonic state of sleep. And because of that, I would not be awake
to feed on blood, and therefore, if I did not wake up in time, I would die.�

�But you�re immortal?�

�I suppose there are many senses of that word,� Severus
mused. �In that, no human force �muggle or wizard- can kill us, then yes, I suppose we are immortal. But where the elements
come into play, then no, we are not. The sunlight will kill us inadvertently,
as I�ve detailed.�

�What if you were alive but not eating?�

�Trust me, if I were alive and a
vampire, I�d be feeding. There�s no way you can refuse the call, even if you
were bent on self-destruction. Only the power of the sun is enough to knock us
out and cause our eternal� submission, if you like.�

�I think I�d prefer it if you just melted,� Ron whispered.

�I will grant you, it�d probably be easier,� Severus laughed
without humour.

�And what about love? And sex? And
relationships?� Ron pressed on. �Where do they come into
this?�

�Cross-racially? They don�t,� Severus said with a steely tone which Ron
could not miss.

�But between vampires?�

�Many vampires live happy lives together.�

�You said you take potions and stuff to halt the sun�s
effect on you. Does it have that effect on you even though you�re here, now,
below the ground?�

�At first it was very hard to fight,� Severus remembered.
�Being constantly drowsy only makes you more tired. But now I
can fight it, chemically aided, of course. Albus researched the potions
I take to keep me viable for work.�

�And by work you don�t just mean screaming your head off at
poor unsuspecting first years�� Ron stated.

�No. Not then. But now� it�s just the first years.�

�Here,� Ron said suddenly, and upturned his wrist. �Drink. Please.�

�We can�t, not here,� Severus� voice rose in alarm.

�Nothing else,� Ron whispered. �Just drink from me. You�ve never done it from
there and I� want to be sure you�re getting what you need. I�m not going to let
you gouge your own skin off.�

�I am sorry I showed you that,� Severus took the wrist in
his hands and kissed it.

�I fell asleep last night with that image burned into my
eyelids,� Ron shuddered. �You will never
let it get that bad again, do you understand me?�

Ron�s tone was heavy with commandment and he knew he might
well be pushing his luck far too far. But he couldn�t deny the way he felt so
hideous about what he�d seen, the way his blood, or
the lack thereof, had caused a grown being to do such harm to themselves. It
truly made him sick to his stomach.

And Ron thought maybe Severus understood that, because he
kissed the wrist he held gently for a second time and whispered, �I promise I
will come to you.�

�Good,� Ron breathed.

�May I ask you a question?� Severus cocked his head
slightly.

�Yes.�

�Is there nothing with Granger? Or anyone else?�

�I told you,� Ron looked at him. �No. There is nobody else.�

�And you� are you truly, ah, indifferent, I believe that is
how we described it?�

�I am� but as my� rubbish skills yesterday will have told
you, I�ve never been with a man like this before.�

�But you have with a woman?�

�Yes.� He had never admitted that before, to anybody.

Ron noticed how all of Severus� questions were infinitely
more personal than his own had been, but if it made the man more likely to
continue their trysts, Ron would answer anything he asked.

�Why, are you jealous?� Ron smiled wryly.

�What would you think of me if I said yes?�

�I�d fall off the bench and land on my arse again.�

�Would you like a cushion?�

�Oh, come on, really, jealous of me?� Ron scoffed. �Severus, please.�

�Why?� Severus asked. �Why me?�

�That�s a daft question.�

�Why on earth?�

�You think I parade myself for more than one vampire a
week?� Ron frowned. �Think I�ve known this sort of�� Pleasure? Desire? Lust?
�Feeling before you? I haven�t.�

�You are young.�

�Well you�ve hardly got a bloody Disability Carpet,
Severus.�

�Thank Godric; have you ever travelled by carpet? Utterly
vomit inducing. Whoever on earth decided they were a safe means of travel for
the elderly needs a good swift kick in the sac.�

Ron cracked a smile, but realised Severus was still holding
his wrist and had not drunk. He waved it persistently and caught an onyx eye in
his blue gaze. �Drink, Severus.�

�As you wish.� Those three words
made Ron tremble and he was able to watch that time, as the fangs pierced his
skin and sank deep within him, and the feeling at his pulse point was
beautiful. A soft, washing feeling as the blood was sucked out, causing lazy
tendrils of pleasure to creep around his arm like a vine, up into his shoulder
and spreading into his chest.

�Gods, that�s just�. Almost better than the neck, because I
can watch it,� Ron breathed, and his mouth fell open with a gasp as Severus
looked him in the eye, his mouth still to the upturned wrist, teeth lodged deep
within.

The reaction wasn�t as instant as when Severus drank from
his neck, but in his underwear Ron felt his erection gather strength, and he
was sad but understanding when Severus pulled his head back.

�Why don�t you leave holes?� Ron squinted at his wrist,
looking at the entry point.

�Vampires are largely magical creatures, though you can find
muggles who have been turned. Our fangs are somewhat like� Well. Imagine that
wall over there was fake,� Severus nodded at the corridor wall. �If you were to
walk up to it, and put your hand to what you thought was the wall, it would
slice straight through it, yes?�

Ron gave a nod.

�Well, our teeth treat flesh like a fake wall. We slide
through without consequence, take the sustenance we need, and there is a wound,
but our magic causes it to heal before it is an issue. We slide through so
easily there is never bruising.�

�Useful,� Ron laughed.

�You could say that.�

�How do you feel, having had me two days running?� Ron asked
curiously.

Severus took a mostly superfluous inhalation of air and
broadened his shoulders. �Like I could scale the building.�

�That�d be a sight.�

�And how do you feel? There is a difference between neck and
wrist donation points, it�s slower from the wrist.�

�It felt very different, not as arousing�� Ron chewed on his lip. �For some
reason it almost felt more� giving, doing it that way. Because
I didn�t get anything major in return.�

Severus reached for the vial of potion again and Ron drank
once more, ignoring the iron taste.

A bell rang above them in the castle and Severus got to his
feet instantly. �I have a lesson to teach. And you have somewhere to be.�

�Charms,� Ron made a face, and got to his feet.

�Well� I�m glad you are alright.�

�Severus?� Ron beseeched, as the raven-haired man turned
away from him.

�Yes?�

Ron stepped forward as they were still concealed within the
alcove and kissed him then, so softly it mightn�t have been a kiss at all. But
both of them felt it to their very cores.

�So what are we� you didn�t have to come after me today.�

�No, I did not.�

�So, why did you? Was it the howler?�

�I was worried for you.�

�And the drinking, and the way we sat?�

�I don�t know the answers to what you�re asking me,� Severus
said awkwardly, very aware of the way his nose bumped against Ron�s as they
stood.

�Still?� Ron murmured. �Look. I�m
sorry, if I overstepped a boundary yesterday. If I did something wrong. I can
work on it.�

�If I remember rightly, I was the one that requested your
oral attention,� Severus whispered.

�And then you legged it,� Ron challenged. �Please, Severus. I can�t keep this
up, not knowing��

�But I do not know which answers to give you.�

�Well, look. I just want� my chance to do yesterday over.
You say I can never be more than the submissive, and yesterday I stepped into
that role. You guided me and if you didn�t notice I was ready to burst.�

�How many times, I did not leave due to what you have
assumed was an inherent lack of skill on your behalf,� Severus growled. �I was
just so ashamed that I had succumbed to you.�

�And will you do it again?� Ron asked.

�Run, or succumb?�

Ron kissed him, �Succumb.�

�I would like to.�

The admission swum in the air and Ron felt the joy rise
within him, bubbling in his veins like unhindered euphoria. He threw his arms
around the man properly and squeezed.

�But as to whether I do or not��

The euphoria was shattered to pieces as quickly as it had
arrived. Ron took a step back. �Fine, Severus. I will make this very, very easy
for you. Meet me tonight, at eleven, in the Room of the Requirement. You know
where that is?�

There was a brusque nod.

�Meet me there. And if you do, there are no more questions.
This is happening. If you do not, don�t seek me, or my blood out again. Is that
fair?�

�You know I�ll come,� Severus whispered desperately.

�I�m not so sure you will,� Ron swallowed. �Prove me wrong.
Please. Prove me wrong.�
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