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"I'm a Teacher"	By : ronsmistress Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Ron Views: 7886 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Ron, we have sold a record number of copies.” Luna handed him a bottle of Ogden’s whiskey. “Just a little thank you.”

“Wow Luna, thank you.” He hugged her and kissed her cheek. “I just can’t believe the results we‘ve gotten.”

“This is phenomenal.” She was holding up the issue, with his article covering the whole front page. Professor Snape’s Hogwarts photo was dignified and Ron had to admit, he looked handsome. “You did a fantastic job.”

“Thank you, I worked hard on it,” he took the paper from her, “I’m glad he liked it.”

“You wrote it very well, a few opinions but for the most part you let him be shown in a non objective light. I know he must have appreciated it.” She sat down behind her desk. “You got owls.”

Ron shock off his shock and took up the sack of letters she had set aside for him. Taking them back to his nearly empty desk, he began sorting through them. The readers were very appreciative for the information, and very sympathetic to his desire for privacy. There was also a great deal of support for his feelings on aggressive reporters. Several of them had been in the news for various reasons themselves.

“Luna, do you think we should send some of these to Professor Snape. I think it would be nice for him to see them.” Ron asked, from the door of her office.

“Sure. Get them wrapped up then you can take off.” She said, going back to her parchments. He knew when her answers were clipped and short that she was focused on something regarding the paper, so he quietly left and went to this desk. Since he normally wrote from his flat, his desk was bare and carried only the essentials.

With the fan mail separated, sealed up and a letter from Ron on top, he sent an owl on it’s way and headed home. Going home early was always a reward, and he enjoyed being in his small flat with down time rather than writing.

He showered and slipped on jeans and a t shirt, and as he was moving to his kitchen a tapping on the window drew his attention. A black owl was sitting patiently on the window sill. He continued waiting as Ron took the letter from his leg.

‘Mr. Weasley,

A great number of these letters have additional questions and while I am more than willing to answer them, I don’t have the time to write so many responses. Would you be willing to handle the correspondence for me, since the letters came through the Quibbler? In essence they are the newspapers letters.

S. Snape’

Ron ran over to his desk and pulled out a parchment.

‘Professor,

If you would be willing to agree to a follow up interview regarding the letters that you received, I would be more than happy to take care of all of it. As before, you can set the time and place, and request any stipulation you wish. And please, call me Ronald. No one has called me Mr. Weasley since Hogwarts.’

He sent off the owl and made a quick meal. He was in the midst of a sports magazine and steak pie when the Professor responded.

‘It’s a deal Ronald. Tomorrow evening, 6 o clock, my home. I’m sending the letters back to you so you can organize them as you wish. I will also order dinner since I won’t have time to eat before-hand. I will order for two. Severus’

Ron took the stack of letters and set them on his desk to sort later. He was thinking about the Professor’s letter. He had addressed him by name as requested, but he had no idea that he would sign off with his own. Did that mean he should address him as Severus? And what was that about dinner? Dinner for two?

No, he told himself, he wouldn’t have time to eat and probably assumed the same of me. I told him to use my name, so he’s just returning the courtesy. Yes, of course, he told himself, that’s all it was, nothing more.

He occupied himself the rest of the night sorting the letters and attaching blank parchments. He would merely go through them one by one then figure out how to write it later.

The next morning he spoke to Luna about the letters and as he thought, she was overjoyed at his request, giving him the rest of the day to prep his follow up article. He had decided to do it in typical format, citing questions from the letters and giving his answers in direct quotes, like a columnist. It would give the Quibbler a way to show readers that their letters were acknowledged.

He didn’t have much to prepare for, since he sorted the letters last night. He made sure he had his supplies and then went through his schedule for the next few weeks. There were some games coming up and he made plans to attend. There were also a few muggle games as well and he needed to make arrangements for those as well.

He left the Quibbler offices early and went home to shower and change. He yanked on his jeans and t shirt, then pulled on a dark blue jumper. Taking a look in the mirror, he ran his hands through his hair. It always had a tendency to look a little shaggy but the neat look just wasn’t him. It tended to get blown all over the place as games anyway.

He had just spritzed on his cologne on when he stopped and looked in the mirror. “What the fuck are you doing putting cologne on?” He asked his reflection. Maybe it was just good manners to make an effort? “An effort for what?” He asked himself.

He shook his head and put the bottle away. It was too late anyway, he was wearing the fragrance. He hoped he hadn’t made a mistake. Grabbing his cloak and bag, he threw them both on and left his flat.

Apparating just outside the house on Spinner’s End, he knocked on the door. The Professor answered, just as casual as before but this time in a long sleeve t shirt. “Come in Ronald.”

Ron shivered inside at the sound of his name from Professor Snape. “Thank you Sir.” He said walking in.

“Severus.” He corrected, taking Ron’s cloak. “I hope you like Italian. I’m partial to it.” Ron followed him to the same place they talked before, but a small table had been set up and two places set.

“I love Italian.” He took a seat and began pulling out the parchments as Severus poured them wine. He readied his quill, and as it floated above the first letter, Ron read out the question.

They ate and answered the letters, letting the quill flick this way and that, until all the responses were finished. They finished eating as Ron told the Professor that the article would look like, and how the simple Q and A format would work best.

“Do you want to see a copy of this one as well?” Ron asked, taking his wine and pushing his now empty plate away.

“No, I don’t need to,” Severus waved his wand and the table, along with the plates vanished. He leaned back in his chair and finished his own wine, “it sounds simple enough, just don’t misquote me.”

Ron chuckled. “Oh course not.”

“I hear Skeeter is angry though.” He shifted in his seat to face Ron, lighting a cigarette and offering one to Ron. “Has she done anything untoward?”

“Luna handles most of that and she wouldn’t bother telling the staff anything she thought was insignificant.” Ron shifted as well to face Professor Snape as they drank and smoked. “Then again she thinks most things Skeeter does are insignificant.”

“Sound thinking.” He said. There was amount of awkward silence, and for a moment Ron wondered if he should take his leave, but Severus just looked at him and spoke. “I like your cologne.”

Ron blushed bright red. “Thank you.” He continued to stare into his wine. Compliments were always hard for him to take, and coming from the profe…..from Severus it was harder. He understood flirting, he did it too, but Severus was a man who didn’t waste time with games. He meant what he said.

“Why the embarrassment?” He asked. That smooth voice of his something else.

“I don’t really know. I guess I was thinking you may not notice.” He said, still looking into his wine. He didn’t know if he could meet those dark eyes just yet.

“You didn’t want me to notice?” He asked.

“I put it on without thinking,” he explained, toying with the glass stem, “I didn’t know what to expect from tonight.” Had he said too much?

“You mean when I offered dinner while we talked?” He seemed closer but Ron’s courage was failing and he still couldn’t look up.

“Yes.” He downed the rest of his wine and held the empty glass in his hand, until he heard a light tap. Severus had put his glass on the nearby table, so Ron discarded his as well. He wished he hadn’t finished that cigarette because now he had nothing to hold and occupy his hands.

“It’s late and I’m not sure if, like me, you wouldn’t have had dinner.” His voice was low and Ron wondered why he hadn’t noticed it before. Then again his voice lacked that authority it usually had. Then again he wasn’t in an authority position here. Then again….. “Ronald?”

Breaking his chain of thought, Ron looked up. Severus was leaning against the arm of his chair, watching him. His face was passive, and relaxed. “I’m sorry,” he blushed again, “I suppose I was reading too much into it, and by then it was too late to change.”

There he had said it, he had admitted to what he had done, if he was thrown out, then so be it. “I think you look nice.” He looked back and met those nearly black eyes and gave a small smile.

“Thank you, I think you do too,” he returned. Silence again took center stage.

“Why are you so nervous?” Severus asked him.

Ron met his eyes again and found concern, not impatience. This was an older man, more experienced and more intelligent. This was a man he could talk to. “Honestly?” He knew the answer but asked anyway.

“Please,” he said, not moving.

Ron shifted again, facing the Severus full on. It was best to get it out in the open. “I haven’t really dated much. The men I have been with, I met at games and parties, bars and such. If you stop and think about it, I have never really been on a date before, so even this kind of atmosphere is unusual to me.” It felt good to say it, but it still embarrassed him.

“I see.” His nod was simple and it showed a sense of understanding, but that simple-ness sent a shiver down Ron’s spine. The silkiness of his voice had dropped an octave and sailed right into his bones.

Ron was at a loss for what to do. He hadn’t spent an evening like this with a man before. Granted the interview was a method of him being there, but now what? Not one to draw out the uncomfortable, he stood and looked down at Severus. “I should get going now. Thank you for dinner.”

Severus stood. “Perhaps you could come back tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” Meeting Severus’s eyes.

“For dinner.” He clarified.

“Dinner?” Ron knew he sounded like an idiot, but the words came out before he could stop them.

“Yes, a similar meal resembling the one we had tonight.” He said with all seriousness of a theater thespian.

Ron let himself sigh and smile. “Right.” He looked up at the man watching him, waiting patiently. “I’d be happy to come tomorrow.”

“Then I shall see you at 6?” He asked.

“6.” Ron took his leave and went home, leaving Severus alone with this thoughts. The young man was remarkable. So confident in his career and his reporting, yet insecure in his youth and unsure of himself.

Ron was a man of courage and daring, that much was still evident. Severus thought he was wasted on sports but he knew it was a love of his. He was very impressed when he read the article, very impressed. Ron had been right, he didn’t need to embellish anything, and he was informative for his readers.

He had come into his own and became a man of character. A man that Severus found himself drawn to. He smiled as he relaxed in his chair again, smiling as he breathed in the scent of his cologne. The lingering smell would vanish soon enough, but for the moment he would enjoy it.
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