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What Happens in Denmark	By : KohakuShadow Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Ron Views: 5796 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or any of its characters, nor am I making any money off of it. It's called FANfiction because I DON'T own it, right? Right. Good that we're clear.

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5.

“...okay okay, so Zigglyfucksit is a big deal, then?” Ron
aksed.

“Zeigel-Faust,” Snape sighed. “They are the premier
potion brewery west of Moldova. I would like to see what new
products they are advertising this year.”

“And buy discount stuff,” Ron pointed out.

“Yes, Weasley, as you so crassly put it, I will be able to
purchase products at a notable discount after the forum.”

“Hey, we have time for lunch first though, right?” Ron
asked. Now that he was awake, and found that it wasn't actually all
that cold, his mood had actually improved quite a bit. Sure, he would
be babysitting Severus Snape for the next two months because the
Ministry didn't trust him on his own (or maybe didn't trust others
around him), but it was kind of like an extended field trip. It was
a vacation that you didn't want to go on because it was educational,
but you found yourself enjoying it anyway. The scenery was nice, and
it gave him an excuse to leave his real life behind for a while. He
was getting used to Snape's verbose way of communicating, too.

“We only ate two and a half hours ago. You can't possibly be
hungry again already.”

“I let you have my scone-y sort of thing!” Ron declared,
as if that was explanation enough.

“In exchange for my fruit,” Snape reminded him.

“They don't compare. Scones have like...dough, and warm fluffy
goodness, and stuff. Fruit is just fruit.”

“If you wanted it, then you shouldn't have offered to trade,”
Severus replied.

“Well yeaaah, but that orange looked sooo good at the
time,” Ron complained. “And you weren't eating it
anyway.”

“I don't care for oranges.”

“So you got two biscuits and I got an orange and an apple, of
course I'm hungry.”

“You are a bottomless pit.”

“I smell sausage. Hang on, I'm gonna get something from that
stand over there.”

“It is called a Polsevogn, and it looks unsanitary.” But
Ron was listening to his stomach and none of Snape's words reached
him. The older man resisted the urge to roll his eyes.

“You want something?” Ron called over his shoulder.

“Absolutely not,” Severus answered. “And when your
body rejects it later, you are on your own.”

*

Ron hated to admit that Snape was right. Hated it. With. A. Firey.
Passion. But as they sat in the forum and Ziggernuts, or whatever
they were called, talked about the details of their new product line,
and started passing around fragrance samples, his stomach tied up in
knots...and the knots seemed to be dueling. There was a lurch and he
bit his lip and swallowed to fight the need to vomit. That polsevogn
had been a little seedy, but his stomach had over-ruled his
brain, and now he was paying for it, just like he'd paid for all the
booze at Harry's bachelor party. The only real difference was that
he hadn't been trying to drown his sorrows in the sausage. No, maybe
he was. This entire trip was a good excuse to not think about the
divorce, or his little girl, who was growing up without him. But that
was an epiphany he would have to get back to later, because his
stomach was really demanding his full attention.

Just when he was thinking he was going to have to get up and make a
mad dash for the first restroom, trash bin, or potted plant he found,
a firm hand suddenly lifted him up by the arm and pulled him out of
the auditorium. Severus pulled him around the corner, out an
emergency exit door, and tossed Ron forward into the grass.

The redhead fell forward on his hands and knees and his stomach
instantly ejected everything he'd eaten since the night before, and
even then, his stomach rioted against him. But what startled him
most of all wasn't the riot in his stomach. It was the way Severus
Snape pulled him up to his feet, ducked under his arm, and helped him
walk a few feet to a bench nestled beneath a birch tree and sat down,
pulling Ron down to rest his head on his thigh. The older man didn't
say anything. He sat there stiffly with his hand resting on the side
of Ron's head as the big, bad auror curled in on himself and swore
off of sausages forever, or, at least the kind that came off of
little wagons on the side of the road.

Ron didn't remember losing consciousness, but when he woke up, he was
staring at the white ceiling of the hotel room. His was starving, but
his stomach wobbled. He didn't think he'd be able to keep anything
down. He groaned as he sat up.

“The potion by the bed, drink it.”

Ron startled. Snape was sitting in the armchair. He'd spoken without
looking up from the paper. Ron opened his mouth to say something,
but his throat ached from the mess he'd made on the lawn and his body
felt leaden as if he'd been sleeping for days. There was no daylight
coming through the window.

Ron downed the potion in one gulp and then made a horrified gag.
“Tastes like piss,” he griped.

“It will help settle your stomach,” Snape answered
blandly. “I've asked for dinner to be sent up. You should be
well enough to eat in a few minutes.”

Ron cleared his throat. His stomach was already feeling a little
less angry. “Your...uhm...” he tried to clear his head.
“Your shopping.” That wasn't exactly the best way to
describe it, but he was having a hard time collecting his thoughts.
“...Zeigel-Faust.”

Snape quirked his eyebrow slowly. Ron had finally said the company
name correctly, and he probably didn't even notice. “Yes,
well, I suppose you will have to make that up to me,” he
answered, folding the paper and putting it aside as there was a knock
at the door. “Enter,” he said.

The bell boy brought in their tray of food and neither of them said
anything until he took his tip and excused himself.

“On my own, huh?” Ron answered.

“I can't have a half-arsed auror ruining my already
questionable reputation, now can I?” Snape postured.

Ron wrinkled his nose. “Who's the half-arsed one? At least I
don't have a Ministry-appointed babysitter.”

“I have a 'babysitter' because the Ministry insists upon it.
You have a babysitter because you need one. Which situation do you
suppose is more humiliating?”

Ron had a few choice words for Snape, but on the grounds the man had
kept him from losing his lunch on anyone and dragged him all the way
back to the hotel to sleep it off, he kept them to himself for now.
“What's for dinner?”

“For you? Soup and toast,” Snape said. “I said you
would be able to eat something after the potion. I did not, however,
say you would be able to eat anything you want.”

“You're enjoying this,” Ron complained, but he noted that
Snape did bring his food over to him and carefully settle the tray
over his lap.

“What possible enjoyment could I get out of hauling your
unconscious body all around Denmark, watching you sleep, and serving
you dinner?”

“Well, I...” Ron sputtered, struggling for a good
comeback. “Maybe you've got a thing for redheads!” he
blurted.

The spoon that Snape had been carefully lowering to the tray
clattered against the edge of the bowl and even Ron noticed the
instant change in mood. His quick wit had definitely hit the wrong
nerve. Now Snape was straightening and...

“Hey, where are you going?”

“To have a shower,” Snape snapped.

“You just had one this morning,” Ron blanketed. Honestly.
Why was he being so childish? It was just a smart remark!

“And I would like another. Or are my bathing habits suddenly
within the jurisdiction of your unwanted 'babysitting' as well?”

“You know I didn't mean it like that, you git.”

But the unapologetic apology didn't help. Snape slammed the bathroom
door between him as loudly as the wall would permit. The wall clock
clattered to the floor.

Ron looked down at his cooling soup and sighed. “I take it
back,” he muttered. “This is nothing like a bloody
vacation.”
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