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Stray	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 8046 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own harry potter, nor am I making any money off of it, If i did, it would have been a MUCH gayer series.

Chapter List
- 1-Stray
- 2-Ch. 2
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- 4-Ch. 4
- 5-Ch. 5
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IV.

Charlie laid his head and shoulders back against the sofa pillows. He lay back naked in the glow of the fire, imagining the way Severus must be touching his brother in the next room. He thought about how tonight, they'd reverse roles – how he'd get to feel Snape's long prick sliding into his puckered entrance, how he'd get to suck his hard rod. He thought about Ron watching, touching, kissing, enhancing Snape's pleasure. He imagined how amazing Severus would look in the throes of that kind of passion. Imagining that, he did the only thing he could as he waited – he slid his hand over his tense cock. He was so riled up from frotting against Ron in the kitchen, from Severus walking in on them and looking at them in the thick of it like they were the sexiest thing he'd ever laid eyes on in his life. And, the thought of getting both of them tonight! He loved Severus. He knew he did. He thought anyone who didn't think the man was gorgeous was clearly mad (and obviously hadn't seen him naked). Charlie was utterly infatuated with him, from tip to toe, so of course he thought he was quite a catch, even if no one else did. But, that said, he'd always had a bit of a thing for Ron. He had that same pretty, slim build as Bill, with whom he'd shared more than a bed when they were young. It had nothing to do with love, just desire, and the chance to get a taste of Ron's freckled skin was more than he could turn down. It was quite the bit of luck, really, that Severus found his incestuous relations quite arousing. Seeing it first hand had apparently made the man temporarily lose his wits. Well, Charlie thought, Severus has never denied having a thing for redheads. Or Weasleys. The first time Charlie had buried himself deep within his lover, Snape had conceded that the Weasley family was, 'as stubborn as they are attractive.' Charlie really didn't see anything wrong with sharing Severus with his siblings from time to time; that was just his body. It was his heart that h wanted to lay sole claim to. It was his heart that he didn't know whether or not he had.

He couldn't listen to his heart tonight. His body had quite a few more pressing things to say. He wriggled his hips, trying to get comfortable, to wait this out, but it was no easy task as the silencing spell weakened and he could hear the dull murmur of Ron's whimpers and Severus' moans. He kept his ears perked to the sound, bent his knees, spread his thighs, closed his eyes, and stroked his own viciously erect cock as he imagined their passion, imagined his Severus touching his adorable brother in several indecent ways. He thought, for a moment, he heard that sharp intake of breath that always led straight into Snape's orgasm, but couldn't be certain, and voices, but he couldn't make out the words. He heard that deep intonation of Snape's speech, and his hand gripped his cock more firmly. Merlin, how he loved that voice! He tugged on his flesh, his panting breath filling the room and rather getting in the way of hearing whatever they were saying. When the spell broke, however, he heard Ron clearly.

“He fancies you. I'm his brother. I know what he's like. The way he looks at you isn't the way he looks at a prime shag – and he's had more than his fair share of those. It's bigger than that. You'll break his heart if you leave. If you don't fancy him, then, yeah, you should go, but you do fancy him. You want to be at your best for him.”

Then Snape replied. “We have kept him waiting long enough, and I will not lose this opportunity. You may do as you please, but if you were to leave, it would be...somewhat disappointing.”

Charlie felt his heart clench. His hand stilled. He tried to act like he'd not heard any of that as Severus entered the room, but it was a small cottage, and he didn't have enough time to collect himself. He knew Snape might not stay. Of course he knew, but putting logic aside, he never thought that meant that Snape would leave, which he knew was insane, because not staying and leaving were one in the same. He just couldn't quite accept the idea of Severus not being here with him. He couldn't breathe as he watched Snape stare down at him with those bottomless eyes, as if he adored him, as if he thought he was the sexiest thing to ever walk the planet. But, if he really felt that way, then why would he ever consider leaving? Why should he?

Severus lowered himself to his knees and leaned forward to lay a kiss on Charlie's mouth, obviously unaware of what Charlie just overheard. “Your heart is pounding,” he observed, placing his hand over the mark they shared. There was a softness in his tone, in his eyes. The gesture, Charlie thought, was tender. Surely, that couldn't be his imagination, even if everything else between them was.

“Been waiting for this for a long time,” Charlie answered, wrapping his burly arms around Snape's narrow shoulders. “Not that I don't love burying my fat cock up your arse,” he grinned, regaining his equilibrium. “But, I know how much you've wanted your turn. I've been looking forward to it, too.” He returned the kiss with one of his own. “I've been so looking forward to seeing you well again. Been looking forward to erections brought on just by me, rather than by a potion, too.” He dared to throw in that last bit, wondering how Snape would react.

He saw the way Severus's eyes widened marginally at the statement – like after the way he dragged Severus out here, went to hell and back to keep him alive in those first weeks, after the vow marks and the constant shagging, Severus honestly couldn't bring himself to believe that Charlie truly wanted him. “Is that what you really want?” the older man whispered as his hand slid down Charlie's side.

“What I want isn't the issue,” Charlie exhaled when his lover's fingers trailed over his hip bone. “Never has been. You know that 's well as I do.” He bucked as Snape's hand slid down over his cock and palmed his balls, giving them a good squeeze.

Severus knew what Charlie was saying, but only on an intellectual level. His mind understood it, but in his heart, his body, and his soul, there was an indefatigable fear that made it all but impossible to trust the things Charlie had been saying to him all along, that Severus' life was more important to him than his own. Charlie had told him over and over again how he felt. He hadn't been subtle; he'd told Severus he would never let him die, 'not even if my life depended on it'. The problem wasn't with Charlie, it was with him, the life he'd led that made it all but impossible to believe in anyone, no matter how much he might like to. “And I am sure you understand, that I do not know where that leaves us.”

Charlie turned his head and moaned as those talented lips ghosted over his collarbone. “Then stay long enough to find out. Prat,” he whined, bucking his hips as he felt Snape's finger slide down his cleft to tease his pucker. His eyes felt wet with desire and frustration. He'd all but thrown himself at the man, and Severus still didn't trust him. He didn't know what else to do, even if he forced those three small words onto the man, they would only bounce right back off, for all of his efforts.

Severus didn't have a chance to whisper his reply. He was relieved, honestly, because he didn't know what to say. He felt a hand on his shoulder blade as another attractive redhead lowered himself to his knees.

Ron looked nervously between the two, bit his lip as he watched Severus ever so subtly lube his fingers up with a well-placed nonverbal spell, and slide the first digit inside of his brother.

Charlie bucked toward the intrusion, his nipples hard as rocks as his back arched. He moaned the older man's name.

Ron had been wondering what to do, where to start, when he noticed those nipples – that taut, pierced nub, in particular. He leaned his lead down and lapped at it lightly. Charlie cussed, which he took to be a good sign, and swirled his tongue around it. His brother moaned louder, and blindly tossed his head.

“Fuck yes...!” Charlie gasped as his adorable brother appeared and went straight for his tender nipples. Severus, meanwhile, had already plunged a second finger into him impatiently, and was scissoring him open. Charlie laced his fingers through Ron's red hair, gripped Snape's forearm with the other hand, hanging on for dear life. If this kept up...

Ron closed his lips around the taut bead. He didn't stop his oral attention, but soon felt Snape's teeth on his ear, and moaned around the piercing. “Bite it,” Snape whispered. “He loves that.”

Ron bit very lightly at first, and was rewarded with a cry of bliss from his older brother. “Harder,” Snape whispered as he continued suckling on Ron's earlobe, at the exact same instant as Charlie cried “Harder!!” rather loudly. Merlin, that was brilliant. Ron had no choice at this point but to oblige, biting down on Charlie's nipple and giving it a good tug, lathing his tongue over the pierced flesh. It gave him half a mind to get a piercing of his own, if it felt as good as Charlie made it sound.

A third finger penetrated Charlie abruptly, and drove in hard. Snape seemed to find Charlie's prostate effortlessly, and the elder Weasley cried out, convulsing as he came. His seed splattered across his younger brother's cheek, and into his hair.

Ron pulled back, startled by the sudden release, in time to see Charlie's eyes roll back in his head as he cried out in ecstasy, speared open by his ebon-eyed lover's fingers. Ron squeezed his cock to ease some of the pressure.

Severus locked Charlie's bleary gaze before leaning over to Ron, licking Charlie's cum off of his cheek and jaw. Then, Ron watched in awe as the older man leaned down to his brother and kissed him deeply, sharing the bitter release. Charlie laced his fingers into the man's hair, tongues tangled, and when he stopped for breath, he grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him down over him, sharing the salty kiss with his brother as well. “I'm glad you decided to stay,” he whispered in Ron's ear before dragging his tongue over the lobe, sharing secrets in a way that Severus wouldn't detect. “Don't worry about me. I'm having a brilliant time, whatever happens after this.” He kissed Ron's throat.

Charlie grinned up at the two men he planned to spend the night rather enjoying. “Well then, for a start, I think I'd rather fancy a Slytherin sandwich,” he grinned playfully. His eyes slid down his just spent body to where Snape's hand disappeared between his thighs. “This end looks rather well on its way, so, butter up the other for me then, would you Ron?”

Ron swallowed the lump in his throat. He watched as Severus impaled Charlie with one hand, and single-handedly lubricated his hard rod with the other. He imagined slipping his own cock up that flat arse, and found he thought that was a brilliant idea. “ 'course,” he answered, pleasantly surprised to find he sounded more confident than he felt as he moved to position himself behind Snape.

Severus had no apparent protests, leaning over Charlie for a kiss, tangling their tongues again as he spread his thighs to give Ron all the access he needed.

Ron watched a moment from behind, that arse in the air, those long fingers sliding over an over-taxed erection, greasing it up to slide into Charlie. Ron didn't advertise it – but the lubricating spell was one that he was quite a dab hand at; he used it on himself often enough to wile away the long, lonely hours of the evening. Well, what was left of it after listening to Quidditch on the radio, anyway. Sometimes during. It depended on who was playing. In any case, he had to exert very little conscious effort to grease up his fingers. He didn't feel at all timid about resting his left hand on the curve of Snape's spine and dragging the greased digits down the cleft of his arse, because self-pleasure made him fairly confident he knew how to do this much, at least. He slid the first finger in.

“No need to be too gentle, Ron. I just shagged him an hour or so before you arrived,” Charlie said, looking over Snape's shoulder, licking the pale flesh, dragging his teeth along it.

Severus shuddered. “Do not encourage him,” he complained, but Ron suspected it wasn't much of a complaint at all, from the way his hips rolled back against the intrusion when Ron added the second finger. He fingered the man for just a while longer before Severus grew impatient. “Enough,” he said. “Now we are just wasting precious time.”

“Mm, music to my ears,” Charlie answered, moaning softly as Severus removed his fingers and pushed Charlie's legs up and wide open. His anus clenched as he pulled off of Ron's digits in the process of pressing his cock against the older Weasley's stretched pucker and slid inside of him in one smooth stroke.

Ron watched in awe, the way Snape's head fell forward. The way Charlie whimpered and squeezed his eyes shut, the way they hesitated there, shared a tender kiss, as if they'd been waiting for this moment their entire lives.

Again, Ron felt like an outsider, like he was an interloper in their private moments and oughtn't really be here at all. He was snapped from his thoughts when Snape looked over his shoulder sharply. He nearly laughed at the impatience he saw in those dark eyes.

“No need to dawdle, little brother. Trust me, he's got an incredible arse,” Charlie rasped heavily, already half-lost in his passion. “Very accommodating.”

“Dunderhead,” Snape chided.

“Git,” Charlie replied with a pleased grin. He did so love when Snape resorted to petty insults.

Ron bit his lip, took a deep breath, and the moment passed. He slipped between Snape's knees. “Was just enjoying the view,” he said to cover his awkwardness. It was quite a view, Snape buried deep in his brother's tight hole. But, they were right, there was no reason to delay, and so he parted Snape's cheeks and slipped himself inside. He gasped, breathless, at the tight heat that wrapped around him. He couldn't think to move, the pleasure so overwhelmed him in that moment. He rested his hands on Snape's hips to brace himself, and the old bastard groaned. To see a man known as an immovable object to moan in such pleasure, to drop his head over his older brother's shoulder and try to catch his breath...

Ron was glad he didn't miss out on this. He was glad he got to see the more open side of the man Charlie had up and decided to love. Okay, it was a bit odd – thinking of it that way, as his throbbing cock was currently buried in Charlie's lover's arsehole, but he was sure once Snape was fully clothed again, it would be business as usual, so Ron figured this was probably the only bizarre situation in which he'd ever see the man's more human side.

And, speaking of humanity, Ron certainly was, prefaced with an 'oh the...' as Snape began to rock his hips between the two brothers, plundering one while receiving the other, his lube-slick hand sliding over Charlie's bulging cock as his pace picked up. Ron watched his cock disappear in and out of that suctioning hole, he watched Snape's back arch and shift, he watched Charlie toss his head in a delight, listened to the room fill with moans, only realizing belatedly that at least a fair third of them were coming from him. He lost all concept of time – there was only the wet slide, his brother's beatific expression, Snape's harsh, rasping breaths, the heat and slap of flesh on flesh, the endless cries of pleasure...

...and the world went white. His back arched, his eyes rolled, and he spilled himself into Snape. It set off a chain reaction in which Snape tensed, clenched down hard on his cock, and milked him for every last drop as he spilled his own orgasm into Charlie. Charlie's toes curled, his voice became rough from his cries of pleasure, and he made quite a mess of Snape's hand.

The three men took a moment, entwined, to remember how to breathe. Ron slipped out, fell back onto his bum, and could barely will his arms to hold up his weight as he stared in awe at the seed dribbling out of Snape's stretched hole and down his thighs, the man's cock still hard, and still buried deep inside of his brother in spite of the violent orgasm the three had just stared. Mating serum really was brutal. As Snape pulled out, Ron could see he'd not softened a bit. He watched as the man lifted his cum slick fingers, locked Charlie's gaze, and licked them clean. His spent and aching organ twitched at the sight. Charlie moaned and pulled Severus down to him for a deep, hungry kiss. He reached between them and stroked Snape's cum-slick rod. “Still a ways to go, hm?” he rasped.

“Once or twice more,” Severus answered between kisses. “That suits me well enough. There is another hole I would rather like to sample before the night is out.” He smirked down at the elder of the Weasley brothers.

Charlie licked his lips. Severus watched that pink tongue slide intently before kissing Charlie again. He was happy just to watch, to catch his breath for a moment as Charlie lowered his legs and the two men just enjoyed one another's company with kisses and soft whispers that Ron couldn't quite make out, as if he weren't in the room. That didn't matter, he realized. He liked watching them like this. They were beautiful together, and it was his good fortune to be able to see it, to understand what he wanted out of life, and what he was missing. As he watched, Charlie said something that made Severus chuckle softly, his lips curling upward and taking years off of his features. They shared another few kisses before suddenly, Ron found two sets of eyes upon him.

Charlie propped himself up on his elbow. “Not done yet, are you Ron?” he asked. “Got enough in you for one more go?” He gripped his flaccid cock and began softly stroking it. “Be quite a shame not to finish what we started in the kitchen. Severus thinks so, too, don't you love?”

“It was quite a remarkable sight,” Severus agreed.

Ron wondered what had happened in the midst of the insanity that changed things between them, how he'd missed it, whatever it was. Snape had only just been talking about leaving, but now he lay beside Charlie as if he belonged there, as if it was the only place he truly belonged.

Ron felt weak, but he knew he couldn't have turned Charlie down if he wanted to. He crawled over to his brother's other side. Severus reached across Charlie's body and began to fondle the younger brother's organ, skillfully teasing it toward another erection. It took some doing – he wanted this, badly, but the two men had already quite exhausted him. Charlie kissed his throat. Severus kissed his mouth. His heart swelled with warmth as he watched them kiss each other. He slipped his hand down to fondle Charlie's also slowly hardening cock, imagining what it would be like to actually fuck his own brother, imagining the way Snape would watch them.

He didn't have to imagine it long. Well, long enough – it took quite a while for him to recover from his two earlier orgasms, but when he did, he found himself more than eager to 'finish what they'd started'. Charlie pulled him over to straddle his hips. Severus made good use of his talented fingers in stretching him open and guiding Charlie's thick rod into his arse. Ron quivered, feeling those big, strong hands on his hips. He felt a fool to be sitting here now, in his brother's lap, knowing as brilliant as it was, to feel Charlie impaling him, there was another burly Quidditch player he'd much rather be riding. He panted, rocking his hips, and the moment passed as Snape kissed the junction of his neck and shoulder, pinched his nipples. Charlie looked up at him with lust-dilated eyes, and Ron blindly started rocking his hips. This really was the most brilliant way to spend a rainy night. And really, broken hearts aside, he'd been fantasizing about shagging Charlie at least half his life. He'd never imagined it quite like this, but that was just a lack of proper imagination. He'd not have it any other way, really.

Severus soon moved, with clear intent, to straddle Charlie's face. Ron watched in awe as Charlie eagerly tilted his head back and opened his mouth wide to give his lover full access to the other hole he was after. Severus caressed his brother's jaw as he slipped his turgid rod between those sweet lips, rocked his hips gently as Charlie sucked him. He caught Ron's gaze and pulled him forward, dragging his tongue along his lips. Ron parted them, let the tongue slide past to devour his mouth, enjoyed the slow kiss. When it broke, Severus went for the soft flesh behind his ear. “Listen carefully, because you will never hear me say these words again,” Severus said.

Ron moaned softly, the only way he could possibly reply.

“It would appear, in this instance, that you were right, Ronald.”

“Ron,” Ron gasped. “J-just Ron...what was I right about?” It was difficult to remember their earlier conversation with Charlie gripping his hips, thrusting upward into him like this, with Snape's lips on his ear.

“I will not be going anywhere, whatever the case,” Snape answered with a smirk. “And, neither will you, at least not tonight.”

Ron was about to ask about the latter when Snape's kisses began trailing lower, his tongue swirling around one nipple, then the other, and down past his navel until – Merlin, he was good with his mouth! – Snape dragged his tongue along Ron's shaft and swallowed him.

Ron gasped, curling his fingers into inky hair. He could see very little of Charlie past Snape's body, but he could see his strong hands on Snape's pale arse, and he could feel him. Oh, could he feel him! His thick rod pushed up into Ron, thrusting his hips forcefully deeper into Snape's throat. Ron could only gasp and moan at the dual pleasure. When he'd awoken this morning, and even when he was sent off to Romania by his mother, Ron would never have imagined he would finish the night like this, but he had to admit, it was a genius way to end such a shit week. Charlie pounded up into him. Snape devoured his cock like a whore. Charlie did the same for Snape. Snape's hips thrust lightly in and out of his brother's mouth. Charlie moaned thickly around the intrusion.

Ron lost himself to the pleasure. He let himself rock between Charlie's cock and Snape's mouth. He let himself grip Snape's graying hair a little too tightly. He let himself cry out on the top of his lungs when Charlie filled him, when he came violently down Snape's throat. He let himself watch, enticed, as Snape sat back, pulled himself from Charlie's mouth, limp at last, and leaned down to his elder brother for an upside down kiss, licking his own seed up where it dribbled past Charlie's lips.

Ron weakly pulled his body off of Charlie and fell to the side, the warmth of the dying fire brushing over his heated skin, the rain pattering against the roof. Snape lay on Charlie's other side, and Charlie pulled them both close. He kissed Snape, holding him tightly, as if afraid he might escape. He pulled Ron tight against him, too, so that Ron had to rest his head on Charlie's shoulder and they lay flush – skin to skin.

They were all quite silent for a while. When someone finally spoke, it was, of course, Charlie. “So then, back to finishing what we started, what was the name of this bloke of yours?” he asked Ron with a playful grin at the conversation that ought to be wholly inappropriate for what they'd been up to, but that it was Charlie, so it somehow all made perfect sense.

Severus quirked a brow mildly, but didn't move otherwise. He was rather comfortable in Charlie's arms, right where they all damn well knew he belonged. Ron got the feeling the man secretly liked gossip, anyway. He blushed and started to turn away but Charlie held him fast.

“Oh no, you're not getting away so easily,” he told his younger brother. “I need to know what the name of my imaginary cat is, after all.”

“I am not a cat,” Severus complained.

“Well, would you have preferred I told my mother she couldn't visit because I was too busy buggering you witless? I think there'd be a fair deal more explaining to do with that – what with the ministry chasing it's tail trying to find you n'all.”

“If you ever tell her that, the only company you'll have is your left hand.”

“And Dora,” Charlie quipped.

“No, I will take the silly dog with me, just to spite you,” Severus claimed.

“Then, you're a cat. You'll just have to live with it. I'll buy you some ears, a tail, and a cute little collar with a bell,” Charlie teased. “No one will ever be able to tell the difference.”

Both brothers started laughing senselessly at the mental image. It was so ridiculous, they couldn't help it.

“You are both dunderheads,” Severus stated frankly.

“That's his favorite word, you know. Dunderhead,” Charlie pointed out to Ron. I like making him use it; it pleases him so. And, he gets just a hint of that cute Northern accent that he likes to pretend he doesn't have when he says it, which pleases me.”

“I thought I noticed an accent,” Ron said, egging him on.

“It's faint,” Charlie answered frankly. “Well, when he gets up in arms about something, he tends to slip a bit.”

“I am right here,” Severus groused.

“See?” Charlie said.

“Ah, yeah, I can hear it now,” Ron answered.

Severus made a move to get up and storm off, but Charlie's strong arm around him pinned him in place. He turned his head and kissed the dark haired man. “Don't be angry,” he said. “I really do like that subtle accent of yours. Honestly,” he said. “And, I love when you call me a dunderhead. I really can't help myself.”

“Dunderhead,” Severus conceded defeat with a sigh and settled back down. “I much prefer it when you torment your brother, you know.”

“Ah, right then! Back to that. Do I know him?” he pestered Ron.

Ron was exhausted, but he knew he was never going to get any sleep if he didn't fess up. “Yeah,” he sighed. “I guess you probably know him pretty well.”

“Alright, it's a guessing game then...someone I know well... hmm... Did I know him before you?”

“Definitely,” Ron blurted.

“Did I think he was cute?”

“Dunno,” Ron answered.

“But we have things in common?”

“Absolutely,” Ron answered, rolling his eyes.

“Went to Hogwarts?” Charlie asked more hesitantly.

“Yeah.”

“My age? Or yours?”

“Bit in between.”

“Percy's age? Wait, it's not Percy, is it?!” Charlie jumped to the conclusion due to their recent shag, and Ron's reticence to say.

“Bloody hell, Charlie! No! I'm mental, but not that mental. The man folds his ties.”

Charlie couldn't help but fall into hysterics at that. “I guess he's a bit anal, our Percy.” He chuckled. “But, Percy's age?”

“Think that's about right, yeah,” Ron conceded. Now it really was a game. It didn't feel so embarrassing. He didn't know why it was embarrassing at all. The man was a perfectly respectable man to fancy in most regards. He was just a bit extreme sometimes.

“Hmm... Gryffindor?” Charlie asked.

Before Ron could answer, Severus deduced, “It must be that Wood boy, the Quidditch maniac.”

“He's not a maniac!” Ron defended instantly. “He's just very serious about his job! And, Quidditch is a great game!”

Charlie's eyes widened, and his face cracked into a broad grin. “Oliver? Yeah? Good for you, Ron! He's a brilliant shag.”

Ron flushed. Was he ever going to shag anyone that Charlie hadn't had a go with first? Well, he supposed it didn't matter. “Yeah, if I can get him off the pitch long enough to find out.”

“Not yet, eh?”

“Well, not sober enough to rightly remember it, anyway,” Ron sulked. Now he felt a bit depressed about it all, really. Oliver had sworn he'd owl straight off, but he hadn't. It had been more than a month. “Seems he remembers it well enough to be done with the likes of me, though,” he moped.

“Bullocks,” Charlie replied. “Having had a taste of you myself, he'd be out of his mind not to want another go. He's a bit easily distracted, though,” Charlie conceded. “You'll have to make sure that next time you're the distraction is all.”

Ron considered his words. He considered this entire insane day. He thought about how, by some miracle, Severus had managed to pull his head out of his arse long enough to see how much Charlie loved him. He saw the way they looked at each other, the way they kissed each other and touched each other, and as amazing as it was to be in on that for a day, he wanted someone of his own, someone who would smile like that at him, who would light up when he entered a room, who wouldn't stay mad at him for too terribly long. He wanted that to be Oliver Wood, quidditch mania aside. He just didn't know how to make that happen.

He lay awake for a long time, exhausted as he was, watching Charlie and Severus drift to sleep, noting the way that, unconscious, Charlie's face turned toward his lover, the way Severus shifted in his sleep ever so slightly to bring his body closer to Charlie's. Once they were asleep, he gave up on the idea of sleep himself, with his mind running amok, and slipped carefully from Charlie's grasp. He scourgified the area several times as he tried to clear his head, and put an extra log on the fire.

Charlie scarcely seemed to notice, using his free arm to scratch his podgy belly, and murmuring softly in his sleep. Ron took a shower, borrowed one of his brother's shirts, and took Dora for a walk, freshened up her water and food – though he realized he didn't need to belatedly – Charlie kept a spare dish of each on the floor in the bedroom. No doubt that had started once he'd brought Snape home. Well, she was a big dog, an extra meal wouldn't kill her. He sat with her for a while, gave her some love and attention, and then left her to roam the house as she pleased. She claimed the spot by the fire that he'd vacated.

Ron watched a moment, the two sleeping men and the dog, and rummaged about a bit until he found a spare blanket to throw over them. He knew decency wasn't strictly required, but he just didn't feel quite right about leaving them like that. He felt like he had to do something before he left, and he really didn't want to wake them to say goodbye. Charlie, first of all, wouldn't let him leave in the middle of the night, but it was better this way. There'd be no line for the floo at this hour. He'd get home in no time. He knew he was only thinking about these things so he didn't have to think about what he was going to do about Oliver, but that wasn't important, either. He couldn't think about Oliver when he was in such a daze, anyway. He laid the blanket lightly over his brother and Snape, being careful not to disturb them, but when he went to rise again, Snape had him by the wrist. He startled. “Weasley,” he whispered, and it was much more comfortable for both of them, Ron thought, to fall back to old habits.

“I...” Ron stumbled.

“Give the boy a chance. He will come around.”

That was surprisingly motivational, coming from Snape. He supposed once you shagged someone, there was no going back to the way things were.

“You think?” Ron asked.

“I did,” Severus answered, glancing at his slumbering brother. “You underestimate how difficult to resist you Weasley men are.”

Ron didn't think he'd ever get used to Snape making jokes, but he appreciated the gesture. “So, how many of my brothers have you really slept with?” He smiled.

Snape rewarded him with smug little smirk. “That, I think, shall remain a secret.”

“Well, as long as you don't make Charlie keep you a secret forever, I guess,” Ron answered.

Snape looked back at his lover's face again, that faint glow of adoration tinting his stoic features. “Not forever,” he conceded. “Just a while longer.”

“Until the honeymoon is over?” Ron teased.

“Hn,” Snape answered. “Would that it never ends.”

Ron nodded. “Snape. Uhm, thanks.”

“For what? I found this evening as enjoyable as anyone,” Severus replied frankly.

“No not...I mean, yeah, that was bloody incredible,” Ron conceded, cheeks flushing anew, “But, I mean, just in general. For...” Ron wasn't even sure for what, really. “For staying with him, I guess.”

“On that subject, I imagine I was always all talk,” Severus admitted. “He's a...”

“...dunderhead?” Ron offered with a smirk of his own.

Severus frowned a bit at the joke at his expense. “...but if that's the worst of him, then it is impossible for me to remove myself from his presence.”

Ron thought of Oliver. He thought of how insane he was about quidditch, how over-zealous and competitive, and how early in the bloody morning he got up, and actually expected Ron to be fully conscious. He may not remember much about shagging him, but he certainly remembered the morning after. “...I think I know exactly what you mean,” he answered. He'd take it all. He'd take those traits in a heartbeat, for the rest of his life, if it meant he got to keep the rest, too.
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