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Severus was
glad as he prepared to leave work for the day. He�d been hammering out the
finer points of a conference for what felt like a lifetime. In reality, it had
only been an afternoon, but as the hours had ticked by and the old, miserable
warlocks he worked with had grown more obtuse and challenging, he was almost driven
to miss Albus and his love of muggle confectionary.

And, more
to the point, the arguing had robbed him of his chance to go and sit with the
babies for an hour, as he�d been planning on and looking forward to all day. It
was a hot June and sitting at his desk with one solitary window to look out of
made him wish he were at home with the back door open, the dog trolling in and
out with the strains of Ron playing his guitar filling the house.

The sun
still blazed in the sky, he saw, as he threw the powder in the fire and nearly
danced at the prospect of leaving for the day. Whizzing through in a rush, his
stomach jumped as normal before the welcome sight of his living room came into
view, and he shook the soot off his robes into the hearth.

�Ron?� He
called out.

�In the kitchen!� A female voice called out, and Severus dropped his briefcase in the
hall before finding Ginny in the kitchen. �Severus! Good day at work?�

He took the
hug she fleetingly bestowed on him as unawkwardly as he could before replying,
�If good counts as arguing all the live long afternoon and not ever actually
reaching a conclusion��

She made a
face and laughed. �Fun fun! Ron and Harry are in the
garden.�

�Sunbathing?�
Severus yawned and ran his hands over his face.

�Well.
Harry is. Ron�s trying to avoid turning into a lobster.�

�Hello
George,� Severus crouched down and took the dog into his arms, as he appeared
through the back door at the sound of Severus� arrival. �Being a good boy I
hope?�

The dog
barked in reply and took off back out of the door again, and Severus followed
him, stepping into the blaring heat of the afternoon sun which still drenched
their back garden despite the early evening hour.

He looked
over to where Ron had dragged their patio furniture into the shade. His husband
was sprawled over the largest bench in a t-shirt and shorts and looked
overheated, but undeniably delicious.

�Severus!�
He cried, jumping to his feet and threw them around his husband�s body. �Mmm, I
missed you.� Ron gave him a kiss.

�Good day
at work?� Severus asked him, squeezing him slightly.

�Yeah. Chucked up again though.�

Severus
resolutely sighed and let him go. Ron was still regularly being sick, and
combined with the tiredness he was experiencing, it showed in the pallor of his
skin. As Ron had pointed out, though, Severus was quickly becoming accustomed
to the presence of vomit in his life, which was crucial considering they were
halfway to the time when they would have three babies to care for.

Could be worse. Severus reached up and undid the
collar on his robes. Could
be coming out of the other end. He repressed his shudder and said,
�Back in a minute. I�m just going to get out of these.�

Ron smiled
and watched him go, before turning back to Harry.

�I�m not
sure he�s ever going to get the puking thing down,� Ron admitted.

�So what,
he doesn�t have to,� Harry shrugged. �He�s a wizard and that�s what wands are
for.�

�Mm, true.
I think it�s the sound more than anything though.�

�Well, yeah, heaving your guts up is never going to be musical,� Harry laughed,
and threw the ball he was holding high into the air, before snatching it in to
his body when it fell.

�Are you
getting cravings from your babies?� Ginny asked,
plopping down on the bench Ron had leapt up from.

Ron thought
back over the past couple of months. �Yes. Peanut butter.
Can�t get enough of the stuff. And, gherkins.�

�But you hate gherkins!� Harry exclaimed. �You always pick them out of stuff
and give them to me!�

�Well now I
love them,� Ron shrugged. �It�s so weird� to feel all this and have no physical
show for it. I swear my boss thinks I�m making it up.�

�Ours makes
me want cheese. Aaaall.the.time.� Ginny looked in the
direction of the kitchen. �Do you have cheese?� She asked hopefully.

Ron
laughed. �I think so. Though you should check with Severus what he has, I don�t
really like it much, makes me feel sick when it�s not on a pizza, which is
weird, as that�s the only time he can�t handle it...�

�Cheese is the food of the Gods!� Ginny breathed, her eyes
wide with theatrical shock.

�I married
the wrong Weasley,� Severus sighed, walking back to them dressed far more
comfortably.

�Ginny
needs to raid your cheese stash,� Ron informed him. �Cheese is her peanut butter.�

�Of
course,� Severus shrugged. �Have what you want.�

�I think I
love you,� Ginny half-drooled and scurried back off to the kitchen excitedly.

�Think I
should buy her a visit to a cheese factory or
something?� Harry gazed at her retreating back.

Ron snorted.
�She�s made me hungry now.�

�Did you
remember to go to the supermarket?� Severus asked pointedly. �Because
if you remember rightly, an �accident� occurred at around three this morning
which saw you out of peanut butter.� And
saw me smothered in it. Severus raised a suggestive eyebrow at Ron.

�Fuck it!�
Ron�s curse cut across the garden. �No, I didn�t.�

He stomped
off through the grass, muttering at his own stupidity, and Harry grinned at
Severus. �They�re something else, aren�t they?�

Severus
laughed and dropped down onto the bench in the shade. �Yes.�

�Ron�s
still bad with the puking I see? Ginny�s stopped now.�

�Lucky
you,� Severus threw him a grumpy look.

�It�s not
long now until we�ll be out of this,� Harry pointed out, and Severus wanted to
laugh that the man would actually consider that conciliatory.

Not that
Severus regretted anything. He was still as excited for his children as he had
been four months before. But with every passing day he grew a little more
nervous, a little more scared that he was heading into waters so very unknown to him.

�Though, I
guess� waiting for three is a bit different to waiting for one�� Harry conceded.

�At least I don�t have to worry about my wife in the mix,� Severus commented.

�Yes you
do,� Harry snorted. �He�s still the wife in this situation, isn�t he? He just
looooves that.�

�Maybe if
you didn�t remind him every five seconds he wouldn�t get so irate with you.�

�Come on, if this was Remus� and you had to stand back and watch as he ate his
way through a 12 pack of rolls in seven minutes, would you be able to bite down every little comment�? And, please,
Severus, remember this is you, king
of the sarcastic retort, we�re talking about here��

�I see your
point,� Severus shrugged. �But he�s handling this really well and it doesn�t
help when you lot taunt him.�

�Well I�m
not his brothers� keeper,� Harry said hotly.

�No, you�re
not, but you could refrain from starting
it once in a while.�

�Fine.�

They sat in
silence and Severus watched George digging a hole in the ground, mounds of air
flying up over the dog�s head with vigour. There
goes our vegetable patch.

�Have you
decided on your names yet?� Harry asked interestedly. �We can�t decide.�

�I thought you would take the history route and name him after your father?� Severus
said quietly.

�Well, I
want to, and Gin doesn�t mind� middle name is causing the problem.�

�I would have thought that would be a bit obvious as well?� Severus looked at
him with raised eyebrows.

�I don�t want to be the guy that named his kids after everyone that ever died,�
Harry chucked the ball up in the air again and caught it, squinting in the
sunlight.

�Who�s
going to care if you are? He�ll be your child, nobody else�s.�

�So, you�re not naming yours after anybody departed?� Harry asked.

�If you
think I�m naming either of the boys after my father you�ve got less of a brain
in your head than I thought,� Severus scoffed.

�You have a
girl to name,� Harry pointed out. �Does Ron want to name her after his mum?�

�I�m� I�m the one naming them,� Severus swallowed.

Harry
looked over at him, letting the ball drop to the floor. �You?�

�And what�s wrong with that?� Severus asked stonily.

�Hey,
nothing,� Harry held up his hands. �I just figured that Ron would want to have
input.�

�He does, and I�ve offered it but he wants me to do it.�

�So, have you picked your names out then?�

�More or less, yes.�

And Severus
had, it was just the name for the second boy that was eluding him. He had it
down to two choices.

�S�pose its difficult finding names to go with Weasley-Snape,� Harry surmised.

�We don�t
know what we�re doing about that yet�� Severus smoothed his hand over the wood
of the bench. �Ron thinks we should hyphenate the names. I just think it�s
cruel to make a child learn to spell all of that.�

�Well then
when you�ve finished fighting about which individual name to use, why don�t you
owl me and I�ll come and clear up the bloody strips of flesh and take your
orphans in,� Harry snorted.

Severus
chuckled at that and said, �I know.�

They were
interrupted then by Ron and Ginny returning, each carrying a plate and Ron was
levitating a tray of drinks.

�It�s too
hot for anything without ice cubes,� he declared, setting it down on the little
wrought iron table which accompanied the benches.

�I miss
alcohol,� Ginny said wistfully, staring at the three glasses of ale sitting on
the tray next to her own pitiful orange juice.

�Four more
months,� Harry smiled.

�And then I�ll be too busy looking after our child to head out on the lash,�
she chucked at him bitterly.

Harry threw
Severus a look which clearly said �fuck me, nothing I say is right� and Severus
had to fight down his laugh.

�What were
you two talking about, anyway?� Ron threw a grape at Severus.

�Baby
names,� Severus smiled suggestively.

�Oooh.
Harry, did he tell you? He�s keeping them hostage from me.�

�You said
you wanted it to be a surprise,� Severus protested, reaching out for another
grape.

�Well I
lied,� Ron bristled. �I want to know.�

�No you
don�t,� Ginny shook her head. �Don�t tell him anything Severus.�

�I wasn�t
planning to.�

Ron let out
an enraged growl and threw a grape at his sister�s head, which she caught and
ate. �Mmm. Cheese and grapes. Together.�

�We really
need to go food shopping later,� Ron said pointedly to Severus.

�Translation:
Ron just attacked half of your fridge,� Ginny grinned.

�It�s lucky
we�re both rich,� Harry sighed dramatically. �Between you two you�d have us
bankrupt in weeks.�

Severus
couldn�t fault his assessment. He�d been saying the same thing for days.

***

The back
garden was finally darkening when Harry and Ginny finally said their goodnights
and left through the fireplace. Severus had had an enjoyable evening in the
sunshine, sinking ale and watching Harry attempt to teach Ron the rules of
Tennis. It would have been a lot easier had Ron not been intent on turning the
game magical. Every time Harry served him a ball he had transfigured it into
another object, and there had been not-so-manly shrieks of protest when he�d
turned it into a filled water balloon. Not to be out done, Harry had declared a
water fight and as a result, Severus had not only been accidentally drenched
twice, as had his book, he was also proprietor of a sopping wet Red Setter and
sinfully soggy redheaded husband.

�That was a
fun night,� Ron laughed, rubbing a towel roughly over his hair.

�Not sure
my book thinks it was that fun,� Severus wrinkled his nose at the wet, curling
pages. �Though I greatly appreciated the ale and watching you dance about with
your t-shirt off.�

�I�ll bet, you dirty bastard.�

�What are
your plans for the rest of the evening?� Severus stretched his arms up over his
head, watching as Ron watched his torso elongate.

�I plan to
watch you do that as long as possible,� Ron grinned, before chucking the towel
over the back of one of the kitchen chairs. �Hey,� he frowned suddenly. �Give
me your arm.�

�Which one?� Severus rolled his eyes.

�The Marked one,� Ron demanded, holding out his hand, which he curled around
Severus� chained wrist. He held up the forearm to the light and blinked. �Are
you not seeing this, Severus?�

�Seeing
what? I try not to look at it,� Severus purposefully looked away as the Mark he
hated was put under scrutiny.

�Well, if
it keeps on you might not have to look at it ever again�� Ron murmured, and
smoothed his finger tips over the fading Mark.

Severus�
head finally snapped round to look. �What?�

�Can�t you
see that it�s lighter?� Ron breathed. �I can�t believe I haven�t noticed
before. It�s not black any more� it�s fading��

�Don�t be
daft,� Severus gave a tut and yanked his hand back.
�That mark was never built to fade, Ron, it was the whole point.�

�Well, the
silly bastard underestimated a lot of things,� Ron said. �Who�s to say he
didn�t underestimate a bit of elf magic, too?�

Severus
looked at the dainty, impossibly thin chain circling his left wrist. �Guess I�d
not thought of that��

Ron smiled
at him. �It�s fading, Severus.�

�Good
riddance,� Severus sighed, and let his arm fall to his side.

�To
incredibly bad rubbish,� Ron wrapped his arms around his husband and inhaled
his scent.

�Mm,�
Severus kissed his hair.

�We never
did make it to the supermarket.� Ron chose not to focus on the Mark, as its
diminishing hadn�t imparted the happiness he thought it might.

�Bollocks, no we didn�t, did we? You�ll just have to
do without your midnight feast.�

Ron
laughed. �But I�m not sure I�ll manage.�

�Then you�ll have to,� Severus rolled his eyes, he had never managed to get
over the sheer amount of food Ron could consume.

�Could just
have you to eat instead?� Ron said hopefully.

�Again?�
Severus breathed. �I really thought that this phase would have died out by
now.�

�Are you
telling me you�re not enjoying it?� Ron pulled back with one eyebrow raised
questioningly.

�No. I�m
enjoying it.�

�So� can we��

Severus let
out a growl of exasperation. �Fine. I�ll be in the
bedroom.�

He
sidestepped Ron and marched down to their bedroom, lighting the room as he
entered. �George, clear out, he�s trying to kill me, I swear to Merlin��

Severus
dropped down on the edge of the bed and raked his hands back through his hair.
It wasn�t that he was complaining. He was still half-convinced he was stuck in
some very elaborate dream and that he would wake up thirty-nine once again very
alone in his old quarters at Hogwarts, Ron-less. So he wasn�t going to moan
about the sex because it was amazing. But
fucking hell I�m tired.

He felt the
bed dip as Ron climbed on to it and he pressed back into the hands on his
shoulders. Severus was about to speak when he jumped at the feel of icy cold on
his neck.

�What the
fuck?� he hissed, and looked sideways to see that Ron had an ice cube between
his front teeth and was trailing it over his skin.

If he had
been reluctant before, Severus� resistance melted away at the sight. He groaned
in anticipation.

�Knew you�d
like it,� Ron removed the ice cube and kissed along Severus� jawline, his
tongue and lips cooled by the ice they�d held.

�Where are
you planning on putting that?� Severus asked quietly.

�Everywhere,�
Ron wove a hand through Severus� hair and tugged his head back gently, and then
ran the ice cube slowly over the very centre of his throat, before dropping it
down the front of the top he was wearing.

�Ah shit,�
Severus couldn�t help his undignified wiggle as it landed cold and unrelenting
on his warm stomach.

Ron was
suddenly gone from behind him and Severus found himself flat on his back on the
mattress, legs bent off the edge of the bed.

�So you�re
trying to kill me with sex and befuddle me at the same time, nice,� Severus
grinned to the ceiling, as he lazily stretched his arms up above him, the
fingers of his left hand looping around his right wrist and pulling the damaged
arm to a more taxing length.

�Bye bye
clothes,� Ron smiled as he flicked his wand, and he took a moment to marvel
over the spectacle on the bed in front of him. �My God I love magic,� he
breathed, and crept in between his husband�s parted legs.

He�d
already placed a protection spell on his fingers so that the burn of the fresh
ice wouldn�t begin to hurt them. He picked one up from the bowl he�d bought
from the kitchen and laconically swept it up the inside of Severus� thigh,
ignoring the hiss he evoked. He wasted no time in sliding it up over the
protruding hipbone and then through the dark mass of curls. Without warning he
pressed it to the tip of the half-swollen erection and smiled at the cry which
he teased out more forcefully than the hiss.

�We don�t
use ice often enough,� Ron thought aloud, as he travelled the cube down,
marvelling at the way half-swollen became fully erect at the power he held in
his finger tips.

�No, we
don�t,� Severus knew his voice sounded oddly strangled but he couldn�t help it
with the icy touch on his prick. �It feels amazing.�

�Good,� Ron
pressed it back to the tip again and held it there whilst he leant forward.

Severus was
starting to ache with the pain of the cold, but it wasn�t a pain he would have
rejected for the world. Especially as he just knew what was coming next.

Ron couldn�t disappoint him. He let the cube slide away and covered the
freezing flesh with his own mouth, the heat causing a burning contrast to just
seconds before.

�Sweet hell
that�s� oh�� Severus was cut off from his verbal praise by Ron�s swift addition
of a silken gag.

Oh good God. He�s trying to cause
death by ejaculation. I�m never going to survive this.

Severus
arched upwards as he felt the metal of the oral piercing trace across him, and
knew he probably wasn�t even going to survive a minute like that. �Mmmpfh.�

�What was
that?� Ron breathed over the flesh and picked up another ice cube, tracing it
over the paths the first had run. �You don�t like it? Want me to stop?�

He grinned at the muffled but distinct yell of �fuck no!� from behind the silk.
He pressed harder with the ice cube on the shaft, before ducking his head to
pepper kisses against the heavy sac in front of him.

More
muffled cries reached his ears and he thought that whoever failed to point out
to the teenage psyche that you could love giving as much as receiving needed to
be shot. His mind was alive with desire as he continued, tongue lapping gently
as he held the ice cube to the reddening flesh of Severus� erection. He had
often wondered if he would ever have learned to give so freely, and to enjoy
giving so much, if he had ended up with another person.

That Mark on his arm might not be
nice, or a reminder of pleasantries past, but I wonder without it if he would know half of this stuff,
either�

Ron moved
upwards to where half of the ice cube had already melted in his fingers.
Severus was pressing upwards with his hips; voice a continual, throaty groan
behind the gag. Ron smiled and kept torturing him, returning to his thoughts.

They might have all been fucked up
in the head, present company excluded, of course� but they knew how to fuck and
they knew how to enjoy it. At least they taught him that.

Ron would
never voice the thoughts to Severus in a million years. They didn�t talk about
his past at all any more, and Severus seemed to like it that way. Ron had
stopped asking for kinky anecdotes and Severus never freely came forth with
them.

And now his mark is disappearing�
maybe he�ll be able to truly put this behind him.

Severus�
voice rumbled behind the gag in what sounded like a plea and Ron snapped back
to reality, and dropped the ice cube before devouring the head with his mouth
again.

The heat
was unbearable after the painful cold, and Severus found himself
only human in the midst of torture, even torture such as delightful as that. He
screamed out against the gag, glad of its presence, and lost himself in the
feel of the heat licking against him, of the metal bar snagging against his
soft flesh, of the hand which crept around the shaft and squeezed.

He didn�t
stand a chance of lasting amongst the myriad of sensations. Severus could feel
his orgasm building in his groin, his thighs and belly tingling as the push
towards a total loss of control grew and grew.

�Mmpgfuuuuuckmph!� The gag swallowed his shout as he threw his head back, eyes
closed though light burst behind the closed lids, and he emptied hard into Ron�s
mouth, thrusting recklessly into the wet heat.

Ron,
kneeling down swallowed smoothly and kept his lips around the tip as he did so,
gently curling his tongue against the throbbing column until there was nothing
left for him to swallow. He sat back and grabbed his wand, vanishing
the gag, although Severus didn�t speak; only breathed with a rasp in his
throat.

I love summer. Severus could have said it aloud or
thought it, he didn�t know. He didn�t care. All he cared about was the immense
power his husband�s tongue sent crashing over him.

***

�Severus,�
Ron hissed, roughly shoving his shoulder, blinking in the darkness.

Ron
wondered if he would still have a head in five minutes time with which to talk.

�Severus,
please wake up,� he hissed again, pushing a little more roughly.

�What?�
Severus� voice was strangely sleepless and clear from the way he�d jolted
awake.

�I don�t
feel very well,� Ron bit his lip and winced at the half-lie.

Lie or
otherwise, it worked. He heard Severus groping for his wand and then the lights
in the bedroom came up, even though they were dim. Severus was squinting at him
questioningly.

�What�s
wrong?� He rubbed at an eye, pushing himself up on his elbow.

�I feel
really sick,� Ron breathed.

�So� you�ve
lost the use of your limbs?� Severus was harshly unsympathetic in the remnants
of his broken slumber.

Ron
glowered at him slightly before remembering he was lying about feeling so sick.
He re-arranged his face into a pathetic hope and sighed.

�What do
you need?� Severus growl-groaned, and sat up properly in the bed.

�Um��

�Which
potion do you want?� Severus tried keeping his eyes as closed as possible, as
if that would prevent the interruption from properly waking him.

�I don�t
want a potion,� Ron turned on the sweetness in his voice.

�Ron, if
you�re telling me you want more sex, I can�t, I can�t do it. I need to sleep, Ron, and whilst
you might want to punish my balls for their apparent over production of sperm,
you will kill me if you keep this up much longer��

�No, no, I
don�t want sex, it�s alright,� Ron smoothed a hand over Severus� scarred
shoulder. �I feel sick but food is the only thing that�s going to cure it.�

�Well go
and find some then!� Severus cried, gesturing with his hand towards the kitchen.

�There�s nothing there,� Ron whispered.

�So what
are you saying?� Severus shook his head, sleep slipping away from him with
every syllable.

�I need a
cheeseburger,� Ron breathed, unable to stop the drool gathering in his mouth.

�Are you fucking serious?�

Severus�
eyes flew wide with his incredulous statement. He glanced at the clock �he had
to be up for work in four hours and yet he was already awake, being berated
with the request for cheeseburgers.

�Where the
hell am I going to get a cheeseburger from at this hour?� Severus raised an
eyebrow with precariously held control.

�There�s
that� on the motorway, the service station� one of the muggle burger places
should be open now� they always stay open for the lorry drivers.�

�Are you
serious?! It�s two in the fucking morning, Ron! And the
motorway? An hour�s drive?�

�Severus,
please, you know I wouldn�t do this if it wasn�t really� important.�

�That�s a
barefaced lie, you woke me up three nights ago because you wanted to ask me if
I�d seen your last Twix.�

�That was extremely important; I needed something sweet to stop throwing up.�

Severus let
out a groan and dropped his face into his hands. �I wouldn�t have minded if
muggle chocolate wasn�t completely fucking disgusting. Why on
earth would you want that when you could have what we can produce?!�

He threw
the light blanket they were using in place of the heavy duvet off his body and
got out of the bed.

�Don�t you
dare question the power of the humble Twix,� Ron jabbed a finger at him.

�Thin line, Ron, thin line between being funny and immensely irritating, and
you�re walking it,� Severus snarled.

�Don�t you love me?� Ron stuck out his lower lip.

�Love isn�t
counted in cheeseburgers,� Severus glowered, even as he stepped into his jeans.

�My love is,� Ron announced proudly.

�So if I
don�t go out to the car right this second, you�re going to stop loving me?�
Severus levelled. �Oh, marvellous! Well, there goes my
forever, my happy ending, all thanks to a seeded bun, some plastic cheese and a
burger of dubious meat content!�

Ron couldn�t
help it, he burst out laughing, his hand smothered over his mouth at the sight
of Severus standing, half into his trousers, hair tangled around his head with
sleep, a scowl on his lips. He shouldn�t have looked so attractive when angry
and provoked, but Ron was willing to blame his hormones. And he was also
willing to abuse them to get what he wanted, no matter how irrational his want
might be.

�Severus� please?�

�You�re
unbelievable.� Severus didn�t move.

�I�ll cook
dinner for a month.�

�You do
that anyway?� Severus shook his head at him, eyes narrowed and his mouth
hanging open with disbelief.

�I�ll do
the washing and ironing for a month,� Ron�s eyes widened with his new, improved
bargaining tool �one he was sure would work, Severus hated doing the washing.

�No,�
Severus� hands flew to his waistband to push his jeans back down.

�What can I
do that you actually want, then?� Ron offered, throwing his hands wide.

�I want to go back to sleep,� Severus
hissed.

�Well, then
tomorrow I will firecall your department, and I�ll tell them that you�ve put
your back out. And then you can sleep all day, can�t you?�

�I need to
be in work tomorrow, because I need to keep planning this infernal conference.�

�They�ll
manage without you,� Ron said, honeying his voice with temptation.

�No,�
Severus shoved the jeans to his ankles.

�I�ll� lay off the sex,� Ron cried. Whoa.
Shit. Why, Ron, why�d you say that? Idiot!

Severus
thought about it, and with a cruel smile ducked to pick the jeans up again.
�Fine, I�ll go and get your bloody cheeseburger,� he reached for his top. �But
put some clothes on. You�re coming with me. I need you to keep me awake and my
eyes on the road.�

Dirty liar! Severus tugged the top on. But if I�m not sleeping, nobody is.

***

�Are you
happy now?� Severus asked tiredly, turning his head, which rested on his hand
off his elbow where the window should have been, but he�d rolled it down.

Ron shut
the car door behind him and fell back into the passenger seat, finally holding
his beloved cheeseburger in a paper bag. �Yes. Thank you.�

He meant
the gratitude sincerely, though it might not have looked so, seeing as he
shoved five chips in his mouth as he said it. Severus grumbled under his breath
and turned back to watching the sporadic vehicles shooting along the motorway,
taking advantage of the clear lanes of the early hour. He tapped his fingers on
the steering wheel. He wasn�t going to drive off whilst Ron was eating, he�d
learnt that the hard way a few weeks before when Henry had received a cruel
coating of barely digested fish and chips.

Severus
shuddered in the car seat and swallowed, taking in a deep mouthful of the balmy
June air. He tilted his head and looked up at the clear sky. The stars were
obfuscated by the orange glow from the lights lining the motorway, so the inky
black expanse seemed impenetrable.

I should be asleep. Severus didn�t look away from the
sky. But I don�t begrudge him this. At
least it�s not me.

Severus,
although he well knew it was selfish to be grateful, had never been more relieved
of a decision they�d made �that of making Ron the feminine half of their
magical conception. Had it been him going through the tiredness, the vomiting,
the continual eating, he would have gone insane.

I couldn�t do it. Severus didn�t know how Ron was doing it. How he was coping with the
continual sickness. �Morning�
sickness. Well that�s a
fucking lie. Ron threw up at all hours. The hospital insisted it would tail
off towards the last few months, but Severus wasn�t so sure. Sickness normally
tailed off to make way for other symptoms, but Ron couldn�t have those because
he wasn�t female, and Severus couldn�t help but think that the sickness would
remain until the very end.

But like
everything else, Ron swallowed it with his stride and soldiered on. Severus
shifted his head�s position on his knuckles and scanned the sky. If I�d ever known he was this resilient, I
would never have given him so much grief at Hogwarts. He�s amazing.

But, as
Severus often reminded himself, it seemed that leaving Hogwarts behind improved
everyone that managed it. At least, they grew up a little. There was one big
cog in his theory, and that was himself. He had gone back to Hogwarts and
furthered his torture for sixteen years. And then he had left, but he couldn�t
quite place if his own transformation had taken place yet.

This is what happens when you�re
sitting in the services at three in the bloody morning. You mull over
melancholy bollocks, Severus.

That
thought shook him out of his reverie and he looked over at Ron, jaw-deep in
cheeseburger.

�Please
tell me that�s as good as you hoped?� Severus turned
to him, folding his arms over his chest.

Ron nodded
as he chewed, and breathed in deeply. �Perfect. Severus��

�Mmm?�

Severus
looked up from where he�d been looking at the old handbrake of his car. Ron was
holding out a smaller bag to him.

�I got you
a muffin,� Ron said tenderly. �To say thank you for driving
me out here.�

And there
was that stupidly sweet wash of warmth which Severus just couldn�t seem to
fight off whenever Ron did something like buying him a muffin in the middle of
the night. He took the bag and peeked inside.

�I know you
like the lemon and poppy seed ones best,� Ron gave him a small smile.

�Thank
you,� Severus blushed stupidly into the bag.

�Oh, don�t,
you�ll make me bawl,� Ron protested.

Severus
laughed even as he saw the tears build and run down his husband�s pale cheeks.
�Oh Gods, we are officially the strangest couple on earth.�

�Shut up
and eat your muffin!� Ron cried tearfully, annoyed with himself.

Severus
reached over and kissed him softly on the cheek. �I wouldn�t change this for
the world.�

�Want me to
firecall for you later?� Ron sniffed.

Severus
glanced at the clock, ticking ever towards dawn. �No. I�ll live.�

�I�m
sorry,� Ron whispered, feeling very guilty.

�Why do you
feel guilty?� Severus felt the emotion through the chain bond.

�Because I was lying, alright? I didn�t feel sick! I just wanted the burger.�

�I know,�
Severus shook his head hopelessly, smiling.

***

Severus had
never been gladder of a Friday in his life. He couldn�t wait to escape his
office for two whole days and be free, hopefully in the beautiful sunshine. He
swivelled in his chair and looked out at the sunny London streets he could see from his desk.
People shopped and drank outside coffee shops and it made him yearn for the
ability to be able to do that, to be free, to stretch out in the sun.

I hate the fucking sun, what am I on
about?! Severus
looked at the azure blue sky and realised that his mind wasn�t quite right, not
any more. Once upon a time walking into sunlight had been like walking into
burning fire, but not recently. Tracing the end of his quill over his lips, he
knew once again that the change in his inner being was because of Ron. Ron
gravitated to sunlight like a plant, like he needed it to breathe. He was
always happier when the sun shone, and Severus found himself following suit. He
flicked his wand and the sash window fell open, a warm gust of air rolling in
to meet him, overriding the cooling charms the Academy kept on all of its
rooms. He got up and went to the window, resting his hands on the frame and
looked outside.

Somewhere
he could hear music. The Academy building was hidden to muggles and the staff
and students came and went without fear of disruption. So standing at his
window Severus felt strangely powerful that nobody could see him, but he could
see the world. He looked towards the green expanse of park and those that
littered its grass.

Good God. I�m getting attached to
this stinking dump. The
thought alarmed Severus. He wasn�t one for cities, finding them cramped,
polluted and full of annoying citizens. The sweet, fresh air of a countryside
and a beautiful view were far better suited to him. And yet, standing at the
view he�d grown accustomed to over the last nearly two years, he found it made
him smile. He shook his head to try and bring some sense back to it.

He had only
a few more days before the Academy broke for summer, and then he had a blissful
two months of even less work than usual. Though his contract was stated as part-time,
he knew, as everyone else knew, that he worked more of a full-time schedule.
Ron kept telling him he should ask for the salary to match it but the truth was
that Severus didn�t care. He enjoyed his work, for the first time in his life.
He liked teaching people that actually wanted to learn, and more than anything
he loved an expansive library and a store full of rare and expensive
ingredients permanently at his fingertips. He loved it even though he was still
organising a blasted conference he wasn�t even attending.

A sharp
knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts and he turned around as it
opened without his permission. These
blasted people don�t know anything about privacy.

�How�s my
favourite father-to-be?� Asteria Morton grinned at him.

�Wishing he
was out there,� Severus pointed outside the window, �With the rest of the
world.�

�I know, cruelly keeping us working on a Friday afternoon. Don�t they realise
this is England?
This might be the only slice of summer we get and yet they keep us here,
slaving away for their pittance salaries��

Severus
looked pointedly at the blatantly expensive handbag she had hooked over her
forearm and raised an eyebrow.

�Alright, fine, not that much of a pittance salary,� she sniffed.

�Are you
going home?� Severus asked wistfully.

�Running
away to the pub,� she nodded. �The only place you can go on a day like this.�

He properly
looked at her, then, and realised for once she was in Muggle clothes �a long
black floaty sundress, sandals and a bright pink cardigan with the sleeves
pushed up.

�Oh, I
know,� she waved her hands at it. �But it was just too damn hot to consider
robes,� she shrugged. �They�ve all commented but I think they�re just too
blinded by my assets to care.�

Severus
snorted with laughter and said, �Wish I had that excuse to get out of these.�

�Pair of
tight jeans and I�m sure you�d be well away with at least half of the faculty,�
she winked. �Especially if you headed down to magical
artistry, or the music department.�

�Did you
have a reason to come and taunt me with your cruel �I�m going home� joy, or
have you crossed into the realms of evil?� He sighed.

He still
wasn�t over the fact that he actually liked one of his colleagues, and would go
as far as to call her a friend � or �put her on the Christmas card list�, as
Ron had put succinctly put it.

�Yes, I
actually did,� She laughed, reaching back to run her hand through ponytailed
hair. �You�re waiting for this?� She pulled a folder out of the handbag. �I got
this foisted on me by Hammond
leaving my office, before he belted for the door to leave. Asked
me to give it to you.�

�Bollocks,�
Severus swore, taking it from her hand. �I was hoping he�d forget and I could
leave on time.�

�Is it the
sort of job that�ll be sped up by the hand of two?� She asked him resignedly.

�I�m not
going to keep you from your lager and lime,� he rolled his eyes. �Which, by the way, is oh-so-classy and ladylike.�

�Well you, and your red wine, so manly,� She retorted.

�Fair
point, I�ll shut up,� Severus laughed, and sat down at his desk. �But go. Once
this is done, it�s over and they�ll go away.�

�Fine, I
can see when I�m not wanted,� she gave an insulted sniff, but threw him a wink
and walked to the door. �Have a good weekend, drink lots and give my love to
the babies and Ron.�

�Why are
you always so cheerful?�

�I like to
think it�s because I was crapped on by a Unicorn or something like that when I
was a baby,� she rolled her eyes. �Look at where we work� bit of happiness is
essential to survive.�

When she
was gone, Severus flicked open the folder and set himself to work, listening to
the sounds of Muggle London as his backdrop, grateful when whoever it was in
the park turned their music up.

***

Ron exhaled
and sulkily looked at the clock. All the light was on the back of the house and
their living room was dim even though it wasn�t even six in the evening.
Severus had firecalled to say he�d be a bit late and Ron missed him with the
gentle yearning he felt whenever they were apart.

He chewed
on his lip slightly as his thoughts slipped back to a conversation the week
before when it looked like Severus might have had to attend the conference he
was being forced to organise on poisons. The conference was abroad and he
wouldn�t have been able to leave to come home to Ron every night. The hormones
causing Ron to sob at everything had pushed Severus to opt to stay at home,
because Ron had burst into the tears at the thought of being left alone
�something he normally might quite have enjoyed.

Could have eaten whatever I wanted,
watched whatever I wanted�

And been
thrilled when Severus came back home again. Ron smiled at the dead fire grate
and swallowed. It had been two days since the cheeseburger adventure and he had
so far managed to make good on his promise to lay off the sex, even though it
was burning him internally to do so. Without really thinking on the effect it
would have, Ron slipped into his fantasies, closing his eyes to a montage of
his husband�s body moving, bending, touching�

Ron had
meant it when he�d said that Severus got better with age. The toned, supple
muscles combined with wiry strength and Ron shivered every time he had the chance
to run his fingers over that body. Or think about it.

�Bollocks,�
he muttered, as noticed the tent he�d created in his pyjama bottoms, which he
couldn�t quite remember why he was wearing so early in the evening. Especially as he�d be taking them off to go to bed anyway, as it
was so hot.

Blame it on the babies. Ron was going to miss that happy little
excuse when his children arrived. His insides did a merry little wiggle at the
thought and he grinned at the carpet. They were five months old, his growing
babies, and he couldn�t wait for them to arrive. All anyone kept asking him was
if he minded having them so young, losing his twenties to children.

But Ron
didn�t. He was actually thrilled that he�d be so relatively young in comparison
to their age, it made for better understanding of their likes, their dislikes,
their music tastes. And he couldn�t care less about losing his youth. Children
didn�t stay young forever. Any plans for travelling he had could be put on
hold. Hogwarts was a boarding school, and that gave a certain kind of freedom,
he guessed. If something stopped him, he�d live with it. But he wasn�t going to
turn down the chance for what he thought he�d never have.

He got to
his feet and looked out of the front window at the quiet expanse of grass in
front of their house and a waft of honeysuckle drifted in through the open
window, a scent he adored and associated with late summer nights and potent
wine.

And sex. His thoughts were back on Severus
again and he realised he was fighting an impossible battle. Had he not still
been under the effects of the curse, he would have just gone at himself and
enjoyed it, but he couldn�t. And there was little point wasting time on spells
or toys that weren�t charmed by Severus.

Going to burst if I don�t have him
soon� Ron thought
on that nodding his head back and forth slowly, as if he were mad. He twiddled
his thumbs together.

And I can�t just pounce on him as
soon as he walks through the fireplace, that�s not polite.

Ron
swallowed and breathed a little faster, looking at the clock.

He said he�d be home by six� five
minutes.

The need
for sex seemed to course through his veins, and he felt every part of his body
respond to the call and tingle.

Screw this. Polite or not, promise
or not, I need sex. To fuck or be fucked, either way.
Just need it.

He turned
round and stared at the fireplace, daring it to flare with green flames and to
bring him the object of his affection.

Ron nearly
fell over when it worked.

Severus
looked up when he landed on the hearth and stepped out immediately.

�OHMYGODSOGLADYOU�REHOME!�
Ron breathed, and before Severus knew what was happening, he had an armful of
Weasley, and Ron had his legs firmly wrapped around Severus� waist, ankles
crossed at his backside.

�Jesus
Christ,� Severus hissed, staggering slightly under the weight, before righting
himself and gripping Ron to keep him safe. �What�s that all abo-�

The fiery,
wet kiss Ron bestowed upon him left him in no doubt exactly what the outright
show of affection was about. Severus held Ron where he�d jumped, and felt a
full blown arousal pressing hard into his stomach, and he groaned as his own
body responded.

I knew he couldn�t last much longer. His lips were too busy to smirk.
Ron massaged steadily against his tongue and moaned appreciatively with each
movement, grinding his hips forward the best he could with nothing to push
from.

Ron�s hands
were tearing at the front of his robes and they were soon open, all the way to
his waist, and Ron leant forward to kiss at the revealed skin.

�Floor,
now,� he breathed, and Severus dropped his legs to gracefully comply.

�Knew you�d
crack,� Severus breathily mumbled through another kiss, as Ron�s hands worked
at removing his robes completely. �Knew you couldn�t last��

Ron shook
his head, �Less talking more fucking, please.�

�I�m so
glad we have such a loving, caring relationship,� Severus teased, and shrugged
out of the robe and kicked off his boots, which Ron had already unzipped for
him in a supreme display of team work.

�Why are
you in your pyjamas?� Severus shoved down the checked flannel trousers Ron was
wearing. �It�s only six!�

�Dunno,�
Ron laughed, and pulled his own t-shirt off. �Come on, need you, so much��

Severus
wasn�t cruel enough to keep him waiting when he was obviously gagging for it.
He pulled out his wand and directed stretching and lubrication spells at his husband
and then slicked up his own erection, which had appeared from the ether in
response to his mauling.

�Any last words?� Severus kissed a wet path over Ron�s stomach before positioning him on
his hands and knees on the carpet.

�None
polite,� Ron growled, and keened slightly as Severus slid into him, smoothing
his hands over Ron�s hips.

�Fuck it,�
Severus reached for his wand and uttered the spell to block the Floo
�considering they were smack in front of it, it only seemed fair.

�Come ON,�
Ron shoved back against him and squashed his balls somewhat painfully.

Severus ignored it and proceeded to give his husband what he wanted �a quick,
hard fuck with very little grace.

Ron�s eyes
closed at the sound of skin slapping together, and the solid, steady rhythm
pounding behind him only made it better. A hand grabbed his erection and
jerkily rubbed it up and down, squeezing at the tip.

�Yesssss,
come on,� Ron thrust back again, biting hard into his lip and tasting blood.

Severus
dropped down and placed kisses on the spine in front of him, kissing each knob
which Ron was still thin enough to expose, even with his manic pregnancy
eating.

�Gods yes,
yes, harder��

�If I go
much harder I�ll split you in half,� Severus groaned, feeling the effect of the
hard thrusts on his member, which only made him more eager for release.

�Don�t care,� Ron grunted, squeezing his eyes shut
with a gasp as the swirling, undeniable tingle built in his groin and tried to
escape. �G-god, fuck it� fuck yes, yes� g-going to��

Severus could
have laughed at the unnecessary warning, he knew his
time was up and Ron�s essence flowed over his fingers, confirming the fact. The
very feel of it, hot and thick, was enough to grant him his own release and he
pressed forward, dragging Ron�s hips back onto him as he came.

�Yessssssssssssss,�
he hissed out the word and closed his eyes as Ron panted beneath him.

�Oh thank
you, thank you, thank you��

�Some start
to the weekend, that,� Severus� breath hitched in the middle as he slid out.

�Sorry that
I broke my promise.�

�Not a
problem.�

�So can I
attack you again like that?�

�Feel
free.�

�Yay.�

Severus
laughed and wiped his forehead. �I never did get you that thesaurus.�

***

Ron rolled
over in the bed and instinctively reached out for Severus. Morning sunlight
filtered through the curtains and he looked at the clock, which told him it was
ten.

God bless Saturdays,
and all who sleep in her.

He yawned
at the ceiling and wondered where Severus was. It wasn�t an unusual occurrence
for them to spend their weekend mornings in bed with one another, reading the
papers and eating breakfast. Ron felt a warm weight on his stomach and realised
once again that he was hard and wanting.

Oh for the love of� he�s going to
say no. I think three times in one night last night almost gave him a heart
attack. But God� it was good. So good�

But it
didn�t matter as Severus wasn�t in the bed anyway, and as Ron sat up his
erection began to fade. He felt insatiable and so far Severus had met every
request no matter how late the hour was, or how tired he felt. But Ron knew
he�d cave soon, and Ron couldn�t even really blame him, either.

He yawned.
He really was very tired. His head was on the pillows and his eyes shut before
he even really thought about it.

Severus was
in the spare room, which he was magically enlarging to a proportion big enough
to house three babies. Technically they didn�t have to do this for a few months
yet, as they had plenty left, but he was somewhat ashamed of his real
motivation.

Absolutely cannot have sex again. It
burned at the end of last night. Not in the good way. Ow. He winced slightly as his anatomy
rubbed in his underwear.

There had
never been much furniture in their spare room anyway, only the bed, which he�d
transfigured into a single day bed. He was actually rather proud of it �the
iron frame bordered three sides, and he�d charmed it a rustic white. It doubled
as a sofa and he�d left it resting beneath the window, a nice place to sit.
There was a spare bookshelf in there he�d bought from Spinner�s End, which,
with a bit of work and distressing, he�d managed to charm the same white as the
bed. He knew he was probably asking for it, charming the furniture in a future
nursery white, but he couldn�t deny the way it appealed to him. The carpet could
stay the same deep navy it had always been.

So that
left the decision of what colour to paint the walls. Two boys and one girl made
it difficult, and he was determined he wasn�t painting it the sickly yellow and
lilac of the hospital wards. White was too bland, especially if the furniture
would be white too. Blue was too cold and boyish. Pink was too girlish. Cream
was too boring and grown up.

But then you could always put a
border up around the room. Or around their individual beds.
That way you can get a bit girly around girl baby and�

He trailed
off then, biting his lip in calculation. He looked up at the ceiling,
remembering how once upon a time he�d charmed a ceiling to look like the starry
sky outside.

Would that be too much for a baby?
Or would they like the view? Severus realised he should probably read some of the baby
books Bill had thrown at them so he wouldn�t be forced to read them all over
again for his second child. Books he claimed helped absolutely nothing and
nobody, only left you feeling completely inadequate as parents. But they were
useful as a reference point, apparently. Maybe
they�d tell me what I need to know.

�Severus?�
The call came from the hallway and he pulled open the nursery door, knowing
that it wasn�t Ron calling him.

�Arthur?�
He caught sight of a tall frame and thinning hair.

�Ah! There
you are, sorry to interrupt, but glad to see I didn�t wake you.�

�I think
Ron�s still in bed,� Severus left the door open for him and moved back into the
room.

�Planning
out the space?� Arthur looked around. �It�s a good size, for a start.�

�You
think?� Severus asked, eager for any advice Arthur, a
father of seven, could give him.

�Definitely. You want their cots far enough apart so that if one starts crying or
snuffling, it might not necessarily wake the others up� though if they�re
anything like Fred and George you�ve got no chance. I swear those two used to
do it on purpose. You�d get one up screaming, and as soon as you�d got that one
back down the other would wait for you to shut the door and start up� vicious
circle.�

Severus looked at him with eyes bordering on complete fear and Arthur laughed.

�Oh it�s
not all bad,� he assured him. �I loved having the twins as babies. They were so
funny, and sweet. All that warmth you could have from one baby you got from two
and you�ll get it from three.�

�But with
two you didn�t need a third arm,� Severus laughed.

�I�m sure
you�ll both become experts in baby juggling within days,� Arthur winked. �So
Ron�s asleep, you said?�

�I think he is,� Severus yawned.

�You look like you should be in bed yourself,� Arthur looked over him, eyes
taking in the tired skin, stubble shadowed chin and hastily thrown back hair,
leaving the unspoken �so why aren�t you?� hanging in the air.

Severus
couldn�t hide his guilty blush in time and stared determinedly out of the
window whilst Arthur made a sound of recognition and looked at the carpet with
a knowing smile on his face. Severus hated that the man just knew.

�Gets it
from his mother,� Arthur informed him.

�Right,�
Severus tried not to laugh at the fact he was discussing his husband�s
horniness with his father, and the relative ages swirled around his head.

�If it�s
any consolation it sort of died out around the fifth, sixth month��

�When the bump really got in the way?� Severus continued to stare out of the
window. I don�t have a bump! There is no
bump! This is never going to stop and I�m going to die a back broken man from
too much sex� and that�s just pathetic, if a nice way to go.

�Is he
alright, though?� Arthur asked, his tone turning to that of the concerned
parent. �I often wonder if he misses the way Molly would have fussed over him��

�He hasn�t
really mentioned much about it,� Severus turned back to the man, confident that
the conversation had been steered to safer waters. �He was upset at the
beginning, when he couldn�t tell her, I think.�

�He�d talk
to her about the increased libido,� Arthur looked glum and Severus cursed
because they were back on that subject again. �I wish I could be what she was
to them.�

�You�re enough as you are, I�d say,� Severus offered.

�Thank you,
it�s nice to hear that� they think saying things like that will upset me, I
think.�

�Not many
fathers that would stand and watch their son engage in a relationship with a
man twice his age then marry him and have his children�� Severus said candidly.

Arthur gave
a small laugh and shrugged. �You have seven kids and each of them finds a new
way to surprise you. And when you live with the twins, you should know the sort
of surprises I�ve dealt with.�

�Is it
wrong that I really pray that the kids get none of the twins in them?� Severus
blushed at his admission. �I�m not sure I can handle this as it is, Fred and
George the Second might well finish me off.�

�I�d say
it�s a pretty reasonable request,� Arthur laughed harder. �So have you thought
any more on your names, yet?�

�I think
I�ve pretty much decided now. But it all depends on if they feel right when we
hold them for the first time.�

�And what are they, if you don�t mind me asking?�

�I haven�t even told Ron, yet�� Severus said quietly. �I want him to be the
first to know, and he doesn�t want to know until the arrival date.�

�Halloween?� Arthur asked, walking up to the window and looking out at the view.

�Yes,�
Severus breathed, thinking not for the first time that he would finally be able
to look on the 31^st October as a date to remember other than for the
fact that Lily Evans died on it.

�I�ll leave
you to it,� Arthur said, turning back to him. �I really only came to check on
how you both were, doing he rounds of moved out children.�

�Don�t go on my account,� Severus raised his hands. �I need to talk to Ron
before I do anything more in here or he�ll disagree with all my choices and
it�ll be time wasted. Stay, we�ll make you lunch.�

After four years it still feels so,
so strange inviting this man to stay to lunch in my house. Our
house.

But the
difference was that Severus could say it and mean that he wanted it, with a
real, genuine smile.
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