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Seraphim Beneath The Christmas Tree	By : starstruck86 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Ron Views: 8943 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Hello everybody! Hope you are all well this Sunday
morning. (Well, Sunday morning for me, anyhoo!).
Thank you, as ever, for all your lovely reviews:

Seraphime �wow, thank you, I hope
you continue to enjoy the fic and that I can endear
Snape to you some more!

Kai �It just gets worse� read on ;)

hairsprayX12 �ha! You used the phrase �good gravy� and that
makes you fabtastic, ahaha!

Sheree �Hmm� just wait and see
whether he�s gone or not. I would issue this chapter with a fan warning, the
wind tunnel can have a wee rest.

Morganabythesea �My answer is a
stupidly overactive imagination. You flatter me so, though, thank you and I
really hope you keep enjoying.

Abbi cee
�hello lovely! Yes, George is a very poorly chap. Here�s a fifth chapter for
you.

For those of you who commented on Severus bringing up Ron�s
little slip, he already has and will again, but you won�t see it here, it�s in
the next chapter, which I may take longer to write than usual, not sure yet.
Anyway, hope you like this one and thanks for reading �t�is
all for you really! I love writing sick people, phonetically thinking out the
sounds they�d make, especially not being able to manage a d when thinking about
it but only making d when going for t� I think about these things far too much!
xxx

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Severus took a deep breath and pushed open the small gate
leading to concrete steps dampened with February rain. He was taking a chance
by being there, he knew, as Ron�s flat was connected to all the magical forms
of transport. But then again that was why he was glad of the pouring weather,
so that his huge coat and the hood he could hide within were justified. He
quietly closed the gate and walked down the steps, taking in the tiny space
filled with pots of what looked like herbs. He could see a light peeking
through a crack in the curtains and heard what sounded like a television, but
couldn�t be sure.

He looked at the glossy blue wooden front door for a few
moments, mentally battling himself.

I should not arrive
unexpectedly. Anybody could be in there, and then how will he explain who was
at the door? I do not want to cause him trouble.

Severus took a swallow and stayed looking at the door.

I did not spend seven
hours on a train down here to just walk away when confronted with his front
door. The business for Helen took all of five minutes.

He had jumped at the chance when she had asked him quite
desperately to go to London to meet with a supplier for her Equine supply shop
she ran separately from the pub with her riding school, who couldn�t make it
north. The business had been simple, quick, and hardly worth the seven hour journey but then Severus had an ulterior motive for
offering.

Yes, stopping round to
see him. So. Knock on the door, Severus.

Still not entirely sure that he should be doing so, Severus raised his hand and grabbed the door knocker,
giving two sharp raps. He lowered his hand and waited, hearing the sound of the
television pause and then shuffled footsteps. The door swung open and he nearly
immediately apologised for getting the wrong flat because the person looking
back at him was incredibly pale, with massive bags beneath their eyes, hair in
complete disarray with a healthy coating of stubble.

Ron stared back at him in shock, his wide eyes making his
rough appearance look even worse.

�Severus, what�re you� oh, fuck, sor-�
He didn�t get any more out before a massive sneeze ripped out of his throat and
he hurriedly covered his nose and mouth with a tissue. He swayed slightly on
his feet and blinked a few times before looking up again. �Sorry, I�b ill. Wizarbing flu and id
really� ah�� Another sneeze.

�May I come in?� Severus asked him nervously.

�Sure, I can�d
believe you�re here!� Ron�s face broke into a tired smile and he stepped back,
opening the door fully. �Why are you?�

Severus stepped into the living room and his eyes seemed to
feast on the place where Ron lived, taking in the blue walls, the bare
floorboards, and the breezy countenance of the rooms.

�You were quite right; this does look like a beach house!�
He agreed, pushing back the hood of his coat and looking around at Ron.

�You like?� Ron sniffed heavily and dabbed at his running
nose.

�You look rough,� Severus raised one eyebrow pityingly. �Surely you should be
in bed?�

�Pah,� Ron shook his head,
sounding congested to the rafters, and swallowed on his sore throat.

�Have you taken something?�

�You�re so caring,� Ron rolled his eyes and motioned for him
to take his coat off. �How come you�re down south, is somethin�
da�matter?�

Severus fought down his smile at the way the redhead�s cold
made everything sound infuriatingly cute. He unzipped his coat and handed it over, making an apologetic face at the way raindrops
trickled off the waterproof fabric onto one of Ron�s rugs.

�Dey were
�2.99 from Ikea,� he shrugged. �Easy
sordeb.�

�Sorry, did I interrupt?� Severus motioned to the clearly
paused film.

Ron shook his head adamantly but brought on another sneeze.
When he had recovered himself he spoke croakily, �Nah, jus' an olb favourite innid.�

Ron smiled at him and Severus gave him a small one in
return.

�I came down on business for Helen� though I would be lying
if I said I did not accept it purely because you lived here� I thought it was
high time I shouldered the weight of travelling so far.�

�You apparadeb?� Ron groaned
in frustration at his altered vocabulary. �I hade being sick!�

�Train,� Severus turned and looked nosily about the flat. �I
think you should probably sit down, Ron, you do not look particularly healthy�
you are swaying.�

�I�b fine!�

�You seem as bad a patient as I myself am
when ill,� Severus commented. �What were you watching?�

�D�Webbing Singer,� Ron strode around and turned off
the television. �Seen it hundrebs
of dibes. Lobe it. Goob music.�

�Ron?� Severus� eyes caught sight of the glass of potion
steaming slightly on the table. �Have you taken anything for the flu?�

�Yes,� Ron lied.

�Then what�s that?� Severus pointed curtly to the potion.

There was a groan and Ron flopped down on the sofa. �Habe it. Tasbes
like sproubs.�

Severus sighed and sat down next to him, and reached out to
push the ever-too-long fringe out of Ron�s eyes. �You�re roasting,� he
admonished.

�I�b fine!�
Ron repeated, though it was exposed as the lie it was by the fact he then broke
into a hacking cough.

�Poor mite,� Severus said with dripping sarcasm. �Close your
eyes; I have something for you��

It was a mark of how comfortable they had become around one
another that Ron immediately obeyed. Throughout January he had travelled to the
north no less than seven times, each time inching closer to Severus though
never quite feeling normal about it. Seven visits had brought seven bouts of
toe curling orgasms, heated cuddling and whispered words. Whatever it was that
they could not define, neither of them wanted to give it up.

�Just lean your head back,� Severus gently guided it, and
making sure Ron still had his eyes closed, reached for the potion on the coffee
table.

Ron obediently sat with his eyes closed. �What is it?�

�Well, I think you will find it most satisfactory,� Severus
moved quickly then �he pinched the end of Ron�s nose and did not let go,
causing the redhead to involuntarily open his mouth in natural response to
having his airway blocked, into which Severus quickly poured the potion, taking
advantage of the parted lips.

Feeling the vile fluid hit the back of his throat, Ron could
only swallow to avoid choking himself and he gagged as soon as the viscous
liquid was gone, the inside of his nose burning from where Severus had pinched
it.

�Nod fair!� he flew to his feet and glared at Severus.

�Well, you had to take it,� Severus got to his feet and
retreated to the back of the sofa, knowing his move had been crafty and cruel.

�I woulb hab!� Ron protested.

�Do shut up,
Weasley, and give me a welcoming kiss,� Severus turned on the silk to his
voice, knowing it was more likely to win Ron round than an apology.

Ron glowered at him for just a moment before clambering onto
the sofa on his knees and reaching up to place a clumsy kiss on Severus� lips.

As soon as he made contact he heard the warning ding from
the Floo of an incoming firecall. �Duck it!�

Doing the only thing he could think of to protect the
meant-to-be-dead man standing very much alive in his living room, Ron gave him
an almighty shove, dislodging his lover and sending him crashing down to the
floor in surprise.

�Floo!� Ron hissed, choking on the
effort to pronounce the word properly and spun round in time to see George�s
face popping up out of the flames.

He hoped to Merlin that Severus had heard his explanation
and stayed down, because George would be able to see the entire room from his
viewpoint.

�Hey, you feel better yet?� He asked hopefully. �Can I come
over?�

�Nod yeb,� Ron laid on his
pathetic tone thickly, even though he could already feel the potion clearing
his ailment. �Anb I jus� god a
massage from work. God to go in.�

�But you�re sick!� George protested. �You should tell them
to knob off and let me come over, I have gossip!�

�Aboud who?�
Ron�s eyebrows pricked interestingly, impressed with the dead silence from
behind the sofa.

�Just saw Hermione in the Alley,� George looked at him
sadly.

�Oh,� Ron sniffed, his face falling.

He had been doing so well, but with the onslaught of the
awful dark weather and the flu, he had been in his flat for three days and had
grown depressed over the whole situation again. At points he had even been
tempted to firecall and beg her to take him back, just
so things would be normal again.

�She had a� well. What can only be described as an
explicitly huge rock on her finger�� George sighed.
�And I� it�s in the Prophet, of course, just found it with the delivery� I
thought you might want a heads up. I�m so sorry, Ron.�

Ron sat back on his heels staggered. �She� gedding marrieb?� his voice was a
desolate gasp. �I��

�Look, let me come over,� George pleaded.

�No!� Ron shook his head adamantly. �I�b goin� to worb.
See you lader.�

�Ron, you don�t have to do this alone-� George protested.

I�m not alone, I have
Severus� Ron got to his feet and waved goodbye to his brother, who sighed
with resignation and pulled back out of the fire, and the flames turned orange
again. Ron grabbed his wand from the coffee table and instantly blocked it, and
sent up the anti-apparition wards for the rooms and garden. He slowly turned
round and found himself looking at a very pale and angry-faced Severus.

�Sorry,� Ron breathed through his nose, the congestion was
breaking up and disorientating him.

�You just leave your Floo unblocked?� Severus seethed. �That
could have been disastrous!�

�I�b sorry!�
Ron looked at the floor. �If I�d known you were coming� hey, my voice is back!�

He sniffed heavily and realised his airways were suddenly
gloriously clear.

�Congratulations,� Severus spat, and turned instantly for his coat where Ron
had hung it up.

�You�re leaving?� Ron�s voice was a shocked whine. �No, Severus, don�t go, I�ve
blocked it and I�ve put up the anti-apparition wards. Nobody�s getting in
unless they knock on the door and you�d have time to hide.�

�I was idiotic to come here,� Severus swung the coat about
his shoulders, sending droplets of rain everywhere, and Ron closed his eyes as
the shower flicked at him.

�Please, Severus, stay, it was stupid of me, I know, I
should have blocked it the second you turned up.�

�It was stupid of me
to even bother coming, this is� what are we doing,
Ron?�

Ron just looked at him nervously, his stomach swept up in a
wave of nausea with the fear that Severus was about to tell him he never wanted
to see him again, to stay away from Scotland.

�We should stop,� the words were damning and broke Ron�s
heart even harder than the news George had imparted.

�Please-� he got out, but Severus had already swung open the
front door and the sound of the pounding rain pervaded the flat.

�I�m going home,� Severus declared. �And don�t follow me.�

Ron took two steps forward but stopped, seeing the shadow of
the man he had once known Severus Snape to be rearing in the dark eyes, anger
raging through the skin which he had only really seen indifferent or gripped in
the throes of sex since they had found one another again.

�Why are you angry at me?�
the childish question slipped from Ron�s lips before he could stop it.

Severus looked at him incredulously, �Because, you fucking imbecile, I have risked
everything I have managed to build in eight years for you� I let myself be seduced
by you and risked sending everything, the peace, the sanity, into oblivion.�

�But I� you contacted me!�
Ron�s own temper flared then, because he refused to be held accountable for
something that Severus had kept asking for. �You�re the one that always says
�come back to me!� in that fucking sexy voice!�

�I will not make that mistake again,� Severus drew himself
up to his full height and broadened his shoulders with his upper lip curling,
and once upon a time, Ron would have balked at such a show of intimidation.

But, at twenty-six and having faced down more dark wizards
than most of the magical community had swallowed cream teas, Ron wasn�t
standing for it. �You can�t intimidate me, Severus, I�m not some cocky little
Gryffindor shit any more,� he hissed. �I�m just as accomplished as you were,
just as strong. Stronger, probably. So don�t you dare look down your nose at me! And at
least, if you want to fucking argue, close the door. Someone could see you from
the pavement.�

Ron expected him to storm out, but instead the door slammed
with a wall-shaking crash and the man turned back to him, face even angrier
than before.

�You take advantage where you know you can get away with
it,� Severus hissed. �You know I am willing, starved of human affection, you
know I will give you what you want.�

The words cut deep and Ron�s mouth opened but no words came
out.

He doesn�t really
think I�m just using him, does he? Does he think I just� Ron searched
blindly for the memories which would show him if he had given Severus such a
bad opinion of himself.

When none came his temper flared again knowing that Severus
wanted to think the worst of him. �I could say the same of you,� he jutted out
his unshaven jaw and folded his arms over his chest.

�Excuse me?� One
eyebrow rose dangerously.

�You, you�re up there in Scotland, you know what I�m going
through and yet you don�t care, my heartache is getting you sex and you just
pack me off back down south and don�t have to deal with the rest of it.�

It was Severus� turn to be cut by the knifing words and he
was too out of practice to keep it from his face. Ron gave him a stare which
clearly detailed he�d be giving as good as he could
get if Severus wanted to throw unfair accusations around.

I never thought I
would meet such a match in another Gryffindor redhead�

Severus took a few deep breaths and forced his temper down into
the safe in his chest. �Even if we have both spoken words we do not mean, you have to conclude Ron that this cannot go
on forever� you can�t keep traipsing up and down the country and nor can we
continue to meet without our feelings deepening.�

�And you�d have a problem with that, is that what
you�re saying?� Ron asked hoarsely.

Beaten, Severus looked at the floor. �I am not sure.�

�So basically, Snape, that whole little show is because
you�re scared of your feelings for me?� Ron�s eyebrows hit his hairline and his
mouth parted a little incredulously.

�It wasn�t a show,� Severus snapped.

�Funny,� Ron snorted. �Looked like it. You do like a bit of
the old drama, don�t you?� He laced his voice with heavy exasperation. �This
place isn�t fucking bombproof, Severus. I�m probably going to get it in the
neck from my neighbours for the almighty racket you just created. Happy?�

�No,� Severus kept his dark eyes on the floor, blood boiling
at being made to feel like a naughty schoolboy.

Ron heaved a sigh and reached up to scratch at the growing
stubble which he never normally let remain past a five �o clock shadow. �I
think we just had our first fight,� he couldn�t stop his lips from curling up
into a smile. �You going to take that hulking Hagrid impressionist coat off and let me make you a cup of
tea so we can talk about this like adults? Or do you just want to shout
and slam some more doors?�

�When did you become so bloody condescending?� Severus
muttered and shrugged the coat from his shoulders again. �And does this really
look Hagrid-esque?�

�Undoubtedly,� Ron said sadly.

�How is Hagrid?� Severus put the coat back on the hook.

�Fine, still terrorising generations with Blast-Ended Skrewts,� Ron shuddered visibly and stepped forward to the
kitchen, but Severus caught him about the waist.

They met in a tentative, apologetic kiss and stayed close,
almost nose-to-nose. Ron looked into dark eyes and wondered what they held,
what Severus would decide. He almost wanted to throw himself on his knees and
beg the man not to end what they had.

Yeah, that�s really
mature. Begging. And you shouldn�t have to beg anybody
to be with you, Ron. He reminded himself of that, it was the mantra he had
adopted to stop himself from firecalling Hermione. It
would work just as well for Severus, no matter how attached he had become to
the snarky Slytherin ex-convict.

�Tea?� he asked, hoping the man didn�t notice the wobble in
his voice.

�Yes please,� Severus said in a small voice, his
embarrassment at the way his anger had poured out of him growing stronger by
the minute.

�Don�t be ashamed,� Ron whispered, flicking his eyes over
the pale face. �It�s okay, you know?�

He pulled away then and walked lazily into the kitchen, his
hips swinging from side to side in loose fitting checked flannel bottoms.

�Stop looking at my arse,� he called back airily to Severus, flicking the
kitchen light on as it was dark on account of the rain outside.

�I assure you I was not
looking at your backside,� Severus cleared his throat and hoped his erection
wasn�t showing.

�Yeah yeah, heard it all before,�
Ron laughed, and reached for the kettle. He didn�t have to turn around to know
that Severus was standing in the doorway.

He had always been very perceptive like that, he had always
known when he was being watched and when someone was about to drop a bombshell
or when they were embarrassed. It was one of the skills which had aided him so
well in his career.

�How was your review?� Severus asked suddenly.

�Oh, fine, passed with flying colours, didn�t even fuck up
on stealth this year, which was shocking considering I had the flu coming on,�
Ron turned around and made a little cheering motion with his hands.

�I have to say I�m surprised, after my poor Christmas tree,�
Severus smirked, folding his arms as he leant on the doorframe.

�Hey, that fucker had it out for me,� Ron jabbed a finger at
him. �Ah, shit, I�m out of milk.�

He stood in front of the fridge, the cool air washing over
his bare arms and slightly revealed midriff, as the old t-shirt he wore had
shrunk in the wash over the years. All thoughts of their argument flew out of
his mind as a warm body wrapped around him from behind and hands grazed the
bared parts.

�Funny, last time I checked people wore clothes which fitted
them and only girls got away with showing that off�� Severus dipped his fingers
into the waistband of the pyjama bottoms and was delighted to find Ron without
underwear. He sank them into wiry auburn curls and let them remain there.

�Well, it shrank in the wash,� Ron muttered defensively.
�And I was wearing this when I slept in Gryffindor Tower.
It�s doing pretty well I�d say.�

�Even though you are surrounded by the aura of ill, you do
look more delicious than normal. I like the too small t-shirt.�

�Is it the beard?� Ron reached up and scratched at it again.
�I just got lazy, it�s not staying, it drives me mad.�

�No. You have not been with enough men to know the pain of stubble burn� you
look rugged with it but I am thrilled to hear it will not be a regular
feature��

�Stubble burn?� Ron asked
teasingly.

The banter was just a continuation of their loosening
demeanour around each other. It had been growing steadily since the second
visit in January and Ron loved being able to talk to Severus, to fight with him
verbally in a way that Hermione had never permitted or even been capable of.

Severus kissed into the thick red hair and smiled. �That
juice will do if you are not saving it for another occasion.�

�What possible occasion would I be saving value orange juice for?� Ron laughed.
�You�re odd.�

�Why?�

�You could have just said �if you don�t mind I�ll have that�.�

�Well, after forty-six years I cannot instantly adapt my
language to adapt to your style of conversation.�

�See!� Ron laughed. �You have to make everything ten times
longer and complicated than it has to be!�

�I do not.�

�You could have said, �I don�t�.�

�Am I allowed the juice or not?�

�No,� Ron sniffed airily. �Not until you ask in a fashion
more suited to the times.�

�Are you serious?�

�Perfectly.�

Severus growled and took a deep breath. �Bloody Gryffindor,�
he muttered under his breath. �Fine. Can I have that,
please?�

�Yes,� Ron said brightly, and reached for it. �That wasn�t
so hard now, was it?�

Saying nothing, Severus stepped back and looked at the
cupboards. �Where do you keep your glasses?�

�Not going to drink it out of the carton?� Ron licked his
lips teasingly.

�Certainly not, just because you wish me to speak casually
does not mean I�m prepared to compromise my manners,� Severus sent him a glare.

Ron just laughed and stepped around him and reached for an
upturned glass on the drying rack. �Here. Knock yourself out.�

�You would be surprised at how accurate that actually is,�
Severus accepted the carton from him carefully. �Another effect from the venom,
I have to be very careful about the amount of strong vitamin doses I take in.
More than one glass of this and I would be rolling around on the floor in
agony. My gut isn�t what it used to be.�

�God, how do you live with everything that did to you?� Ron
asked incredulously. �It seems to have affected everything.�

�It should have killed me,� Severus� voice dropped to a morose level. �Of course
it affected everything.�

He replaced the juice in the fridge without waiting for Ron
to prompt or offer to do it for him, thinking he should adopt the same kind of
independence within Ron�s home as the redhead had done in the pub.

Ron handed him his glass with a worried smile and said,
�Come on, let�s go and sit down for a bit.�

�Do you feel better?� Severus enquired, edging around the sofa, once more
letting his eyes drift around the d�cor and the items Ron had chosen to keep in
his living space.

�Do you like it?� Ron asked nervously.

�Why would it matter if I did not?� Severus raised an
eyebrow and drank.

�Well� I� if you were to come around more
often, if you didn�t like it� oh!� Ron jumped up where he had sat. �You
haven�t been introduced!�

He spun to the large cage in the corner and gave one of the
bars a noisy ping. �Oi, lazy mares, get up, we�ve got
company!�

Severus watched with bemused wonder as Ron threw himself
down on his knees, his arse crack sneaking into appearance as his bottoms slid
down. And then Ron was up and turning round.

�Right, Severus, Peaches,� he lifted up the rat in his
left hand. �And Penny.� He waved his right.

Ron reached up and put them on his shoulders before sitting
back down.

�Why is she curly?� Severus asked, squinting his eyes to
check he was seeing straight.

�She�s a rex,� Ron said looking sideways as the rat
stuffed her nose in his ear. �And disgusting, ew, Pen, ear wax isn�t for rats.�

�I think she disagrees,� Severus watched the rat with an
interested smile.

�Are you alright with them?� Ron looked at him sharply. �Not everyone likes
them, I know.�

�I�m a grown man, Weasley,� Severus narrowed his eyes. �Why would I be scared
of something like that?�

�Fine,� Ron grinned, and reached up to grab Penny and
plonked her in Severus� lap. �Yeah, a rex means her
whiskers and coat will curl, it�s pretty cool.�

Severus looked down at the rat in his lap and watched her
sniff at the fabric of his trousers, which she instantly tested with her teeth.

�Sorry,� Ron rolled his eyes. �No manners.�

�I must smell of train,� Severus excused her, and reached
out. �Can I?�

Ron looked at him with a blush of pleasure and nodded.
�Sure, she�s easy. Not like this one,� he jabbed towards Peaches. �Peaches thinks she rules the roost, just so you know.�

Severus enclosed his hands around the soft, warm animal and
was surprised when she didn�t wiggle. Her tail curled around his wrist and her
nose sniffed hopefully at the air.

�You should get used to him,� Ron said softly in the rat�s direction. �Well. I
hope you should.�

Severus looked sideways at him apprehensively. �I� we should
talk about that��

�Well, yes, that was the point of sitting down on the sofa.�

�I� look, I can�t explain how it
felt to have to hide like that� I removed myself from your world so I wouldn�t
feel the shame of having to be pushed behind a sofa��

�I�m sorry about doing that,� Ron grimaced. �It was the only
thing I could think of to keep you hidden.�

�You did the right thing,� Severus told him quietly. �It was quick thinking
even if it did bloody hurt.�

Penny scrabbled slightly in his hands and he flattened his
palms and let her sit on them like a perch. He was totally enthralled by her,
having never been so close to a rat as tamed as she was.

�Do you like?� Ron asked interestedly. �Harry can�t even get
near the cage without shuddering, which is weird. I�m like that with spiders
but� well, nobody in their right mind would want to cuddle one of them. These
two, however, give great cuddles.�

�I thought you said they were porky?� Severus looked at him.

�Shh!� Ron hissed. �Don�t let them hear that!�

Severus rolled his eyes. �They�re rats, Ron; I doubt they
understand the finer points of our conversation.�

�Hmph,� Ron muttered. He reached
out and took Penny, then moved to put them both in the cage. �You say that, but
then you�ve never seen a rat do a dance when promised prawns for dinner.�

�You feed them prawns?� Severus couldn�t help the way his
eyebrows nearly shot off his face and Ron laughed.

�Yeah yeah,� he reached up and
scratched his chin. �Heard it all before, spoiled, blah blah blah. At least
they�ve got a better life than being chopped up ruthlessly for some disgusting
potion or whatever.�

�I suppose that is a very valid point,� Severus sighed.
�Considering I have used their ancestor�s insides more times than I care to
remember.�

Ron made a face. �I hated that at school. Chucking some poor
creature�s guts or blood into a cauldron just for own advancement or
improvement.�

�That�s life,� Severus shrugged. �You eat meat, don�t you? Same principle.�

�I�ve tried being a vegetarian,� Ron threw himself back down and put his
feet up on the coffee table. �But then my bitching mother got the idea into her
head to make an entire pile of sausage sandwiches one morning and� well. You
can only imagine the carnage.�

Severus snorted and leaned back into the sofa.

�So�� Ron seemed determined to get back to the conversation
at hand. �Look, Severus. I didn�t ask
you to come down here. You did it by yourself and you can�t blame me for that.�

�I know,� Severus sighed. �I knew I was taking a risk and I almost walked away
before I knocked.�

�I will come to you,� Ron said decisively. �I get that you
don�t want to rejoin our world and support that, if it�s what you want.�

�But� it will be so hard for you,� Severus pointed out. �You will have to keep
this secret from everybody.�

Ron shrugged. �I can do it. It won�t be like I�m coming up every night, I have
to work and such. It�ll be a weekend thing and we�re lucky in that it�s not
unusual for me to take off on my own.�

�It�s not?� Severus asked interestedly.

�No. I often used to disappear on my own for a walk or whatever. It�s not
unusual, my family are used to me being out of contact, I promise.�

�And you are happy to keep travelling so much?�

�As long as there�s a cup of tea and a shag at the end
of it�� Ron smirked.

Severus did not return his smile but looked down at his
knees. �Is this just about sex to you? Honestly, tell me. If it is, I� I�m not
particularly sure that will change anything on my behalf, so don�t feel you
have to lie Ron.�

�I�m not sure what
it�s about,� Ron whispered, and reached out for Severus� hand. �You?�

�Same,� Severus said, his head twitching irritably.

�Well, then let�s just carry on until we know more, right?� Ron shrugged. �Why
stop now? This could either turn into something bad or something great. I�m not
going to stop on the assumption it�ll go rotten, in case I�m chucking away
something amazing.�

�But what about the fact that I am meant
to be six feet under, hmm? Are you prepared to live that lie for however
long it takes this to burn out?�

Severus� prickly words made Ron�s throat burn over again and
he looked down at the coffee table, feeling like a chastened five year old.

�I don�t know, Severus. I don�t have all the answers.�

�Neither do I,� Severus murmured
sadly.

Ron rubbed his thumb across Severus� palm, tickling the cool
skin. �I like having you in my flat.�

�I like being in your flat,� Severus admitted, still not
raising his eyes. �It�s very calming in here.�

�Good, I was going for that,� Ron grinned, and heaved a
breath in anticipation of lightening the suddenly dour tone. �Fancy
coming for a cuddle in bed, now you�re here?�

Severus rolled his eyes. �Now which one of us is renaming
our unions inappropriately?�

�I genuinely did mean a cuddle,� Ron laughed. �I still feel a bit rough; I need
a lie down anyway. If you�re there, it�ll just be all the better.�

�You are sure?� Severus asked him.

�Why wouldn�t I be?� Ron frowned.

�Your personal space� I know that you view this as your new start from
Hermione. I would not like to taint it for you.�

Her named jerked Ron back to the
news George had brought and he sagged. �I�d forgotten what George said��

Severus looked at him sadly. �Come on, then, bed.�

Ron got to his feet and led Severus into his bedroom. �It�s
a bit of a dump at the minute, sorry. I�ve been on sickness stakeout for three
days and it really needs a tidy and a clean.� He doubled back for his wand and
jabbed it at the floor, which was littered with snotty tissues. They all fell
into the bin by the door and then he sent a swift disinfectant spell over the
surfaces. �Don�t want you getting ill from my leftovers,� Ron explained.

Severus said nothing but was transfixed with the bedroom.
There was one long window high up in the wall, the only part of the room which
was above the ground, and the bed dominated the space. The bedcovers were made
of a sort of taffeta teal material �never quite green and never quite blue-
that set off the turquoise walls, with thick, luxurious cream cotton sheets and
pillows.

�Mum picked them out,� Ron blushed noticing Severus�
lingering gaze. �Had to keep her happy somehow so I let her
pick out the bed stuff and the towels.�

�Mothers tend to be better at such things anyway,� Severus
gave Ron�s hand a squeeze.

�And they are nice, I�ll admit, makes me feel like some
slutty whore having such a decadent bed,� Ron laughed. �Though, that probably wasn�t my mother�s intention.�

Severus bent down to unlace his boots as Ron clambered onto
the mattress. He did not miss when Ron�s hand slid surreptitiously under one of
the pillows and grabbed something. Severus saw the flash of glass and realised
what it must be.

�I thought you threw that away?� he asked enquiringly, and Ron gave up hiding
the perfume bottle in his hand.

�I tried,� Ron replied miserably. �But it just� when it came
to it the liquid wouldn�t fall out of the bottle.�

�Probably would have helped if the bottle had been upside down, yes?� Severus�
tone was laced with slight disappointment.

Ron noticed. �Does this bother you?�

Severus worked off his jumper and laid it on the small chair
next to the wardrobe. He left the
t-shirt he had on beneath it on and instead slipped off his jeans. He walked to
the bed and sat on the edge, almost groaning at the soft weave of the sheets
and thick mattress which pressed into his thighs. �Even if it did, Ron, it
doesn�t matter. You should keep that until you are ready to throw it away.�

�But still,� Ron sighed, and reached out to set it on the
bedside table. �I�m sorry if it does.�

Ron pressed a gentle kiss to the nape of Severus� neck and
rested his hands on his sides. �I wish I didn�t care any more.�

�Of course you care,� Severus turned and lifted his legs
into the bed. �Nobody would get over eight years in two months.

Ron lay down on his back and stared up at the ceiling.
�Guess not. She� I can�t believe she�s engaged again. And by the sounds of it
wearing a rock far bigger than the one I gave her.�

Severus rolled onto his side and propped his head up on his
hand, pulling the duvet up over them. �She obviously feels for the man she is
with��

�Mm,� Ron agreed with a resigned sigh. �I know. And if she
was with him for a year��

�Does it not drive you mad that she cheated on you?� Severus
asked curiously, reaching out to fiddle with the hem of Ron�s t-shirt. �I�
well. As much as I hate bringing the past into anything� when Lily so much as looked at Potter I would bristle. And we
were never more than friends.�

�Except in your mind, where she was much more,� Ron excused
him quietly, finding it odd to hear Severus talk about his past like that. �It
does make me angry, but at least I� well. She found someone else. She didn�t
dump me to spite me, she found someone she thinks she loves more.�

�You are very forgiving of her,� Severus told him.

�George says that too,� Ron closed his eyes.

Severus said no more and dropped his arm, letting his head
fall into the pillow, suddenly feeling tired. He yawned and Ron looked at him.
�Sleepy?�

�For no reason, I only sat on a train�� Severus rolled his
eyes at himself.

�Lots to look at though, its mind overstimulation,� Ron
shrugged. �They teach us all about that stuff at work, how we aren�t allowed to
research and actively hunt or protect on the same day. So many
fucking rules. I swear you could breathe and break a regulation.�

�Glamorous, though,� Severus smiled.

�Yeah, dead glamorous, freezing your bollocks off in a tent
playing fifty games of �In My Pants� to try and stay awake.�

�� Playing what?�

�You�ve never played �In My Pants�?� Ron asked
incredulously.

�Not to my knowledge, unless I�m thinking of a completely
different game� but then you also came to me an anal virgin so I very much
doubt we�re talking about the same thing.�

Ron snorted. �No, considering I always play with Harry,
we�re definitely not thinking about
the same thing, Severus.�

�So what is it?�

�Well,� Ron smiled. �You basically think of funny film
titles or song titles which sound funny tacked onto the phrase �In My Pants�.�

�And that�s funny why?�

�Just� right. Imagine you�re in a
flimsy tent in the outer Hebrides, with only you sleeping bag, a tin of beans
to eat and your wanking hand as entertainment, and
tell me that someone coming out with �Hand Jive in my pants� isn�t going to
make you crack up laughing with the implications.�

�You aren�t old enough to know what the Hand Jive is,�
Severus taunted him sleepily.

�Ha!� Ron laughed. �I see that smile on your lips. And of
course, the ultimate when I�m playing with Harry, is, of course, �Dirty Harry
in my pants� and then things get silly, lots of gay jokes and throwing of
various objects across the tent� oh, so
glamorous.�

Severus said nothing and Ron looked at him, surprised to
find his face screwed up in concentration.

�Severus?�

�What?�

�Trying to think up things to match to �In
My Pants�?�

�No,� Severus lied.

Ron�s snorting laughter shook the bed.

***

Ron didn�t sleep. He curled up on his side and watched
Severus sleep instead. He had never been as fascinated by an act as simple as breathing
in and out before watching Severus do it. The man�s face was so
peaceful as he slept that there was a beautiful vulnerability about him. Silky
hair spilled out on the pillow and Ron was almost squealing about the fact that
it would undoubtedly end up infused with jasmine.

Gods, he�s just so� There
was a little whimper from between Severus� lips and Ron held his breath to see
where it would lead, but he simply moved them a little, fluttered his long
eyelashes and nuzzled further into the pillow. Sweet Merlin I just want to keep him here.

Unable to resist, Ron leant forward and pressed his lips
softly to Severus�, expecting to be growled at or pushed away, but to his
surprise there was a sexual little groan and the lips parted as though they
wanted more.

Fuuuuck yeah. God. Ron shifted closer and gave Severus a proper kiss,
moving his hand up to the side of Severus� face and stroking his cheek with his
thumb. Another groan sounded and Ron detected a definite twitch of the hips
hidden beneath the sumptuous duvet. Feeling daring, Ron pressed up against the
sleeping form and reached in between them to palm over �Christ does he find me that attractive?!- an
already half-interested cock.

Ron occupied the sleepy lips again and massaged in slow
circles, feeling blood flow to the arousal beneath his palm with a tingling
pleasure in his own veins. Practicing his kissing technique whilst Severus
wasn�t coherent enough to interrupt, he moved his head somewhat rhythmically
thrusting his tongue to rake around the teeth which he had never paid much
attention to.

At school they had just been another part which made up the
man�s unpleasantness, but now older, Ron felt ashamed of just how much he had
judged Severus on his appearance. As if
anyone can help the teeth they�re born with� like my own are fucking perfect�

He pulled back a little, checking to see if Severus was
still down but wasn�t surprised to see eyelids cracked open and deep eyes
burning out at him.

�Don�t let me stop you,� the words were slurred with slumber.

�I didn�t plan on,� Ron grinned, and then layered his body
weight half on top of Severus and forced his thigh up in into Severus� crotch.

There was instantly a groan and hands in his hair and Ron
put his lips to good use again. For once he could think of nothing more than
pleasuring the man in his arms, his own growing erection meant nothing. Severus
barely stirred from his original position and closed his eyes again, letting
sensual little sighs escape his lips when Ron moved his leg to create friction.

Deciding to try his luck even further, Ron put his lips to
Severus� ear and kissed there. �You going to come for
me?�

�Uh-huh,� Severus was too out of it to respond with bigger
words and Ron nearly died when hips began thrusting against him.

�Of course you are,� Ron whispered. �You want to because you
love the fact I�ve just woken you up by giving you a hard on��

There was a groan and a loud gasp when Ron reached down in
between them and slid his hand straight through the waistband of clinging underwear
and wrapped around the erection, now fully-fledged.

�So hard and hot�� Ron tried not to think about what he was
saying because it would only make him feel like a twat �instead he concentrated
on what would make him harder if he were the one being woken up with a hand
job. He grasped harder and hoped Severus would point out if he was doing it
wrong.

But the gentle groaning and fluttering eyelashes only hinted
that he was getting it correct once more, and he spent the next kiss he gave
wondering if that was because he was talented, because it easy or just because
Severus found him utterly irresistible.

�Why are you so hard for me, hmm?� He teased, capturing an
earlobe between his teeth. Moving his thumb to press into the top of the cock
he held, he groaned at the leaking wetness.

Severus didn�t answer but raised his chin clearly intimating
a kiss and Ron complied, moaning gently into it whilst his tongue happily
danced with the sleepy but no longer completely dormant mirroring muscle. The
hands in hair tightened.

Recognising the quickening breath and faster speeding hips,
Ron smiled slightly and settled into a languid, firm movement up and down the
hot cock and practiced his wrist stamina.

Is it wrong I see this
as practice? Should I call it experience instead?

Dragged from his musings by the sudden opening of Severus�
mouth and the presence of some wheezing gasps, Ron looked down at the man�s
face and watched as his brow creased under the pressure whilst the thrusting
against his hip reached a peak. And then the thin lips parted, his name was groaned
in a sensual hiss and Severus exploded over his hand, body arching up in a curl
which must have hurt his spine, pale face lost in a whirl of bliss which Ron
wanted to imprint on his memory forever.

�Sweet Jesus,� the breathy admonition floated up as Severus
huffed his shock at the pleasure still twinging through his shaft.

�And here I thought you weren�t a religious man,� Ron left
his hand in Severus� pants but sent the other to push back dark hair from a
slightly sweaty brow.

�I think religion considers homosexuality a sin,� Severus
breathed, closing his eyes and nuzzling back into the pillow.

�You wanna go back to sleep?� Ron
smiled indulgently.

�Mmmmmmmm,� Severus moaned.

And in seconds, he had. Ron extricated his hand and gave it
a surreptitious wipe on the bedsheets, which needed
washing anyway. Then he gently shifted off Severus� body and rolled onto his
back, reaching for his own aching erection. He had already made a mess of his
clothes from leaking insanely whilst he touched Severus, and so when he reached
orgasm in what he thought might be an actual record of only five firm strokes
of his cock, he didn�t give a damn about what streamed
everywhere.

Fucking
amazing. Absolutely fucking
amazing� oh my sweet God� fuck�

His veins burst alive with thudding blood and he felt hot
and fit enough to run a marathon. Instead of sating into the bed like usual, he
found himself springing out of it.

Screw it. He�s asleep.
The flat�s secure.

Ron headed for the wardrobe.

***

I had the most
wonderful dream that he attacked me in my sleep and brought me off�

Severus stretched in the bed and felt sideways for Ron, but
only grasped empty sheets. The odd metallicky duvet
ruffled on top of him and he ran his hands over the top, letting his skin glide
across it.

Gods� he just screams
�fuck me�� every single little thing about him� where is he, I want that tight
little backside right now�

He cracked open his eyes and was surprised to see the narrow
strip of window letting sunlight hit the opposite wall. The weather had cleared
up and he had to squint into the bedroom. It was very obviously devoid of human
life other than himself and he sat up, letting the
duvet fall down with a repetition of that glorious rustling sound. Then his
eyes focussed and he saw glittering words hanging in the air.

Ah, to be a wizard,
he thought wryly, and read the message dangling in the air for him.

�Welcome back Sleeping
Beauty. You didn�t dream the wank. You enjoyed yourself. You electrified me to
the point of madness so I�ve gone to burn it off in a run as the weather�s
cleared up. I�ll be back soon. You are safe here with the wards up and the Floo
blocked to incoming visitors, so stay, make yourself at home and eat whatever
you want, touch what you want, watch what you want� my home is yours. R x�

His sarcastic side made him roll his eyes at the sentiment
but really it touched him to his very core that Ron trusted him enough to leave
him amongst all of his possessions and alone with his pets. Pushing the duvet
aside, Severus got out of the bed and felt the sticky remnants of what Ron had
done to him in his underwear. He couldn�t help the filthy smile which blossomed
on his lips as he reached for his trousers and stepped into them.

Feeling warm from his sleep he didn�t bother reaching for
his jumper like he usually would have, leaving the Mark on his forearm that Ron
had never passed comment on uncovered. He opened the bedroom door and peered
nervously into the living room, but it was as deserted as the bedroom. He
relaxed his shoulders and caught sight of himself in the mirror over the
fireplace.

Good Godric� that�s
what they mean by that �just shagged� look� and he didn�t even� Christ,
Severus, you�re really over the fucking barrel for this one�

His hands flew up and flattened the back of his hair and
then stretched his arms up completely in a yawn. He felt extraordinarily
strange acting so very normally in Ron�s flat. It was then that he realised he
was being watched by two very interested rats. With a slight smile he sauntered
over to the cage and tickled a belly through the bars.

�I can see why he likes you so much,
you�re good company�� he jumped at the bout of loud clicking which burst out of
the rat he remembered as Peaches. �Alright�� he didn�t like the way she jumped
down the bars with a definite gleam in her eyes

Severus turned away and ambled up to Ron�s book shelf,
taking in the books which sat on there. Eyes raked over familiar titles and
then Severus� heart gave a great lurch.

�Hogwarts: A History
�Millennium Edition updated to include the legacy of The Battle of Hogwarts�.

His throat grew dry as he looked at the spine of the book
and thought of all the details it would contain.

The dead, the truth,
the fucking opinions�

Nearly everything Severus had hidden from for eight years
was sat on the bookshelf in front of him, seemingly begging to be opened and
positively devoured. His hand was
itching to reach out and touch it, to open the cover and let himself be
educated in everything he had missed. But then he began to feel slightly sick.

He was distracted from the horrifying sight of the book by a
dinging noise, and his eyes widened as they snapped to the Floo, which burned
green.

He said he� shit�

But his fears were quickly allayed by the fact a bright
voice suddenly trilled to the room.

�Magical Courier Delivery for Mr. Ron
Weasley! Accept or Decline?�

Severus froze, wondering what he should do. It only wants a confirmation. �Accept.�

An object shot out of the flames and then they died, leaving
a very large bunch of flowers on the rug in front of the hearth. Surprising
anger flared in Severus� belly as he stooped to pick them up, wondering who on
earth Ron was receiving flowers from. He caught sight of the card and read it
nosily.

�Just read the
Prophet. Can�t believe it. Continuing tradition, here
are your flowers. Outrageously coloured because we guessed you�d need cheering
up. H & G.�

Severus looked at the bouquet and raised an eyebrow at the
blooms.

Why on earth is Potter
sending him flowers? Severus would have recognised that messy scrawl anywhere;
he didn�t need the confirmation in the initials on the bottom of the card. He
sniffed the perfume wafting from the cellophane and tissue paper wrapped stems
and wondered what he should do with them. However, he didn�t have time to move
because there was another dinging noise and the voice came again, stupidly
cheery.

�Magical Courier Delivery for Mr. Ron
Weasley! Accept or Decline?�

�Accept,� Severus said immediately, and rested the flowers
on the sofa waiting to see what would come through the second time.

A box shot out onto the rug and Severus saw that there was a
note on top of it but that the lid had come undone in the process of travel. He
crouched down next to it and thought he recognised the handwriting.

�Ron,

I found this the other
day in storage at my parents� house, I thought you
might want it.

Hermione�.

Severus growled at the note and nearly ripped it off the box
to throw in the fire.

�How fucking dare she? Like he really
needed this from her today!� Severus remained crouching by the box and
something caught his eye in the opened lid.

Curiously he peeled up the half and focussed on what turned
out to be an old copy of Witch Weekly. What
surprised him, though, was that on the cover there was a shot of Harry and Ron,
much younger, half wrapped around one another in a friendly embrace. He opened
the box all the way and tugged the magazine out, his guilt at snooping totally
forgotten. Looking at the date he saw that the magazine was from 1999, the year
after the battle.

He flipped the magazine open and found the article,
questioning both of them on their lives and Severus couldn�t believe that
either of them would ever have consented to give such a gut rotting interview.
He ignored the words, lest he read something that he wanted to remain ignorant
of, but the pictures truly gripped his attention. Ron looked so much younger,
like Severus remembered him from Hogwarts, and he couldn�t deny how much more
attractive the twenty-something version was. Ron had filled out admirably.
Severus glanced down at the box and saw there was another magazine. He got down
on his knees and placed the first next to him on the floor, reaching for the
second.

His eyes went wide as he saw the title: �Witch Weekly�s 100 Most Eligible Wizards: Unzipped�. With an open
mouth he flipped open the front cover and came face to face with a barely
dressed Quidditch player. There was only one reason that the magazine would be
in the box.

Alright then� so in�
He flipped back and checked the date,
1999 Ron was considered one of the 100 Most Eligible Wizards?! Ha!

A smile cracked onto his face as he flipped through, shocked
to see Oliver Wood smeared indecently over a broom. He couldn�t quite believe
how low the number was getting and he still hadn�t come across Ron, or Harry for that matter. And then, hardly accepting
it, he hit number two, and there he was.

Ron was lounging on a large leather sofa,
topless, arms draped over the back and his legs bent wide on the floor
with his feet bare. The jeans were light with a rip on the knee. Magazine Ron
winked at him. Severus was aware his mouth was open. He flipped over the page
apprehensively and made a face as he saw Harry posing with his trophy.

Bloody
ponce. Severus flipped back to Ron and
found the view far more satisfying. But then he heard a key in the lock and
jumped to his feet, caught red-handed amidst Ron�s delivery, and he hated how
he nervously gulped.

Ron pushed the door open, his headphones trailing onto the
floor like usual, and looked up.

�Hey, you�re up!� He beamed, kicking the door shut. �I
bought lunch? Sure, fish and chips kind of cancels out the run but fuck it�
what�s all that?� he frowned.

�Uh� you got� well, deliveries,� Severus closed the magazine
and lowered it, pointing to the flowers first, and then the box.

�Oh!� Ron laughed, well aware that Severus� eyes were glued
to his sweating figure.

�You shouldn�t run around like that,� Severus muttered with
bated breath.

�What?� Ron snatched up the flowers.

�You must stop traffic, surely?�

Ron snorted, burying his nose in the flowers before reaching
for the card. �Ah, good old Harry.�

�Why is Potter sending you flowers?� the words sounded so
accusatory and Severus cursed his tone.

�Why, jealous?� Ron hooked up an
eyebrow and set the bag of food down. �Don�t be. We decided long ago that bad
news is shite, and that whenever we got some, we would
send each other stupidly expensive flowers to cheer the other up and Hermione
and Ginny played along. Just tradition now. What�s
that?�

�Oh� it� well��

�Severus?� Ron looked at him curiously, tilting his head to
see what he was holding.

�This came� it�s from Granger, the top had come open during
sending and I� I�m sorry, Ron, I should not have pried.�

�Hey, if the lid was open, it was fair game,� Ron shook his
head with smile, sending his sweaty fringe flying.

He stepped around the sofa and looked at Hermione�s note.
�Bitch,� he hissed, and did exactly what Severus had wanted to do �he tore the
note off the lid, screwed it up, and chucked it in the fire. Then he dropped to
his knees and looked at what Severus was holding.

�Oh, nice, huh?� he grinned. �I was so thrilled when that
came out. Number two baby, second only to a scrawny, specky
four-eyes� very clear that anybody who wanted a real man would come back to
me��

Severus laughed and sat down on the sofa.

�You haven�t found the best one yet,� Ron frowned, looking at the copy on the
floor. �That says unzipped but then we got roped into another one for charity�
which showed a hell of a lot more. Harry nearly had a fit because in the first
draft they sent for approval you could see part of his balls. I nearly busted
my gut laughing. So fucking funny. Ah, here it is!�

He pulled a magazine out of the box and flipped to the
centre fold. �This was done for the charity for the families of the victims of
the final battle��

With a flourish he opened the magazine and held it up for
Severus to see, obscuring his face in the process.

�Holy� Oh, that�s more of Potter than I ever wished to see
in my life, Weasley!� Severus burst
out, his hand flying over his mouth.

�I�m there too,� Ron said defensively. �What about me?�

�He�s half draped on top of you! Is that meant to comfort
me? Why on earth are you half shagging one another?!�

�We�re not,� Ron rolled his eyes and lowered the magazine
with a smirk. �I believe the phrase is �displaying fraternal affection�.�

�Why on earth would you pose like that?� Severus� eyes were
wide, seeing magazine Ron reclined back on the floor with one leg up and
propped up on one arm, completely naked, with Harry sitting bang next to him,
barely covering up his most private area and the wiry beginnings of Ron�s
auburn thatch of curls were visible at the side of Harry�s stomach. And the
thing that Severus really couldn�t get over was the fact that they were holding
hands. �Why are you holding his bloody hand?!�

�Because they wanted to whip hundreds of witches into a
salivating frenzy and get them buying the publication and make lots of money
for the charity�� Ron looked at him incredulously. �You don�t know what it was
like� someone actually threw knickers at me, Severus, knickers, during a public press conference in the Alley. I�m me,
come on� I did what they wanted because I was so fucking shocked anybody wanted
my ugly mug in their magazine, their charity release��

Severus threw him a glare and leaned back on the sofa,
folding his arms over his chest.

�Why is this an issue?� Ron asked
slowly, looking from the magazine to Severus. �It was years ago. We both fell
out of the top fifty in the eligibility list two years ago, Harry�s still
floating somewhere but I�m off the radar.�

�I never expected to find you sprawled about like that,�
Severus growled.

Ron threw the magazine in the box and got to his feet,
muscles groaning. �Look, I�ve got to stretch or I�ll be in agony tomorrow. Get
over yourself while I�m gone� you might have been out of the wizarding world
for eight years but the rest of us stayed and shouldered what was waiting.
Don�t judge me, Severus.�

He stomped off into the bathroom and kicked off his
trainers.

�I�m not judging you!�

Ron hadn�t heard Severus following him and he jumped,
whirling round to see where he was. He reached down and stretched out his
spine, leaning over to the left and wrapping his hands around his ankle.

�Well, it sure sounded like it,� he grunted, pressing into
the stretch.

�Honestly, I�� Severus trailed off when Ron shifted to the
other side and his tracksuit bottoms slipped revealing his arse crack yet again.

Ron straightened and kicked his foot up behind him, grabbing
hold of his ankle and tugging.

�I absolutely cannot have this conversation when you look
like that,� Severus huffed as the trousers slipped further, revealing the same
curls that had peeped out of the side of Harry, and Ron smiled.

�Whhhhhy?�

�You know why, you impudent little bastard.�

�Oh, talk dirty to me, Severus.�

There was only an answering growl and Ron wobbled as strong
hands wrapped around him and yanked him tight to Severus� chest.

�Don�t taunt me,� the voice was low and hissing in his ear
and Ron shivered with delight. �Any other surprises I should know about, any
images of you fucking him on the side of a bus, for example?�

�Christ, you really know how to go over the top, don�t you?�
Ron laughed in disbelief but the breath left him when Severus slammed him into
the bathroom wall and grabbed his chin in his hand.

�I am a possessive man, you know that��

Ron gave a blink and nodded shakily.

�Then do not joke about such things,� Severus said simply,
and released Ron from his grip.

He was surprised when the redhead sprung forward and grabbed
him again. Severus could smell an earthy aroma which he could only assume was
Ron�s sweat and it drove him absolutely mad. Ron kissed him and broke off in a
gasp only when the need for oxygen became critical.

�Fuck, Severus� you certainly know how to set me off, don�t
you?� he thrust his hips forward and pressed his hardened cock into Severus�
stomach.

�As you do with me,� Severus brushed Ron�s fringe away from
his eyes.

�I think we happen to set each other off just nicely,� Ron
let an eyebrow rise with a smirk.

Severus just looked at him.

�Stay the night?� Ron�s voice was full of gentle pleading.

A smouldering kiss was his only answer along with the hand
thrust into his pants.
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