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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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Chapter List
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A/N: Hello all! Wow, thank you so much for all of your
reviews, there seemed to be loads yesterday, you spoil me! *blush*

Seraphime �it might be a while
coming, but I promise that you�ll all be cheering at some point ;)

Natwest �thanks for reading and thank
you for the compliments on my stories! This one definitely will not have MPreg, sorry if that disappoints �I�m not really an Mpreg girl.

Kai �he went because he needed to see him. He hates that,
but presented with the opportunity of being in the same city as Ron, he
couldn�t pass it up. Very much about need he cannot control. Ron has some
issues with that this chapter.

Tambrathegreat �wow, thank you! I
am pleased you see Ron that way, as I am also worried about making those
caricatures that you mention. I hope you continue to enjoy.

hairsprayX12 �ha, yes, he�s a jealous bloke really, isn�t
he?

Abbi cee
�Actually, it�s just bad timing. When you send something through magical
courier it comes when they decide, not when you decide. The TV she sent
herself, though, which was pretty harsh I�ll grant!

Talley �your poor brother! >>I am wondering the way
Ron mentioned his uncertainity in pleasing Severous while he was sleeping what the heck they've been
doing? And for that matter, was the muggle guy the one and only aside from
Severus?<< They�ve been sleeping together but as you can see from the
first encounters, Ron tries to get involved and then lust takes over and it
never really *happens*. All of their time together has been like that. But
don�t worry, he�ll get there eventually. And that second question is answered
in this chapter.

Sheree �tussling
men� I�m not bringing out the mud, just so you know ;) But if you like a bit of
rough, Ron�s got it going on at the start of this chapter, but� well. I�ll let
you read it! And, hmm� wind tunnel warning for the end, I think.

Hmm. I know they�re dancing around
one another and I hope this isn�t annoying any of you, but I didn�t see these
two managing to pull sense out of their arses until they were forced to, the
start of which is in this chapter due to outside forces (and not the ones
you�re expecting). I wrote this because there�s a point in every relationship
where you find yourself together and it really makes you realise how it�s going
to go between you� and R and S need that, I think. I had to split this chapter;
the next will pick up where this one leaves off. Hope you enjoy. �(Ron�s a bit of a mess in this chapter, but
then I�m not sure I blame him). x

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If one more person wished Ron a Happy Birthday, he was going
to scream.

If one more person asked him if he was doing anything nice
for said birthday, he was going to scream.

If one more person threw him an odd look when he growled out
his discontent at ever having a
birthday, he was going to scream.

If one more FUCKING
person so much as mentions my
birthday, I am going to go postal and blow up the entire Auror HQ.

He glared at the desk.

Screw talking to me,
breathing around me might get me there.

�Here�s the Birthday Boy!� Harry bounced through the door to
Ron�s office with a big grin on his face.

Ron�s eyes flew wide as the anger shot fully through his
bloodstream and he leapt to his feet.

�Out of the way,� he snarled, grabbing his wand from the
desk and storming round it, not noticing how Harry�s eyes widened.

�Ron, what�s the matter?�

�Oh, nothing!� Ron threw out airily
and burst into the corridor, turning to his left praying his destination would
be vacant when he reached it.

�Really? �Cause it kinda looks like you�re about to explode,� Harry darted
past him and turned to face Ron, but was forced to start jogging backwards so
he wasn�t trampled by the redhead.

�Just shut up,� Ron snapped, and turned the corner.

�What� has she done something, Ron?�

There was no question who �she� was
and all Ron could manage at the very mention of her was an irritated flick of
his head as he set his teeth. Harry was still moving backwards trying to keep
up with him.

�Then what, I�ve not seen you this worked up in a long time,
Ron, has something happened here at work?�

�Harry,� Ron hissed. �Will you please just shut the fuck up?�

His haven in sight, Ron sped up and barged past Harry to
throw open the door to the training room.

�Oh no, not again,� Harry lunged for his arm but Ron was too quick for him, he
darted into the room and slammed the door, sealing it shut and activating all
the charms within the walls.

Harry was left glaring exasperatedly through the reinforced
glass observation window to the left of the door. Ron shot him a fierce look
and then turned to the darkened room. Being an Auror certainly did have its
perks, in that if he ever got angry at work, there was a room specifically
designed for him to hurl hexes and curses around, in which to unleash his anger
on a fake army of assailants who could never hurt him �all in the name of
combat training.

He stripped off his outer robe and threw it in a corner,
pushing the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. His ears caught muffled voices
outside the door and turned to see a little group gathered around Harry, who
was shrugging helplessly and pleading with his eyes in Ron�s direction.

Ron knew why Harry wouldn�t want him in the room, but he was
too angry to care. Every time Ron had been in the training room of late he had
managed to break supposedly unbreakable charms and parts of the room, such was
the intensity of his emotion.

He didn�t want to do it with them all standing gawping at
him, but Ron wasn�t going to risk opening the door and telling them all to fuck
off, lest Harry grab him and wrestle him back to his office.

Fucking bastard thinks
because he�s just one poncy level above me he�s got
the right to control me. Well fuck off. Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!

He took a deep breath and stood on the marked x behind the
magical line he was not allowed to cross during the combat. He gripped his
wand, shook his hair back away from his face and said, �Ready.�

His word caused the room to black out and he was immediately
drenched in the darkness, and although he was perfectly safe he could never
deny that it sent prickles of fear
down his spine. That wasn�t unwarranted; the room was charmed to throw some
most loathed fears at the participants to see how they would react under
pressure �there was a very good chance that when the lights came back up he
would be faced with a massive replica Acromantula or
worse.

Room hasn�t thrown me
spiders for a long time though. Ron breathed deeply in and out, channelling
all his anger into the stick of wood he was clutching in his fingers.

Come and get me you
fuckers.

There was a blinding flash of light to his left and he spun,
shielding his eyes and peering through the white. A jet of red shot out of the
nothing and he easily evaded it and sent the same curse back in kind with the
marked difference that he hit his target, and the light sucked into itself and
then the room swamped red.

His eyes swum with the differing hue and he desperately
looked around for the next attacker, which came in the form of a dark figure.
It raised its wand and began to slash, but Ron recognised the Sectumsempra and blocked it, firing back a deft but
powerful stunning hex which blew the figure into the back wall, where it
exploded into thin air.

The room stayed red and Ron knew why; the anger still
pulsing through his veins had been picked up on by the body monitoring sensors,
and it played to enhance his difficulty by making him see red as well as
feeling it. Growling he sent a stunning sweep across the room unnecessarily and
snorted when an assailant hiding behind one of the usual boxes exploded.

�Come on then, fucking attack -am I just standing here for
nothing?� He goaded the room.

Only in the magical world was it possible that the room
actually listened to him. Ron�s face burst into a determined grimace as a rain
of hexes fired towards him, and he was sweating in no time from dodging and
dancing between them, staying behind the magical line. If he crossed it, the
game would be over and he would have lost. And Ron was in no mind for losing.

He jumped out of the way of a stinging hex and knocked
against the wall slightly, throwing himself off balance. What happened next was
a stroke of both luck and stupidity, but as he stumbled, the white jet of let
aiming for his chest missed only fractionally as he jerked back, fell onto the
floor and rolled behind one of his own boxes.

It was promptly blown up into an explosion of glitter and
shredded tissue paper which completely marred his vision until he blasted it
out of the way and the tail-end of the curse caught his next victim. He sprang
to his feet, forearms burning with the sensation of being alive and releasing
his anger. The training rooms were the only place they were allowed to actively
practice slightly darker magic. It was allowed in combat as a last resort but
the training rooms were fair game, and it was with that in mind Ron stepped
forward and sent a series of slashes across the body of a hunched figure
walking slowly across the room, his own Sectumsempra
landing perfectly and slicing to the point right across the victim�s chest.

Decoys were a favourite of the room, to lull trainees into a
false sense of security. He heard a thumping on the glass behind him which was
Harry, as usual, reprimanding him for the over use of the cutting spell. Ron
wasn�t particularly in the mood to care �it wasn�t against the rules, only
Harry�s sense of decency. And Ron was in absolutely no mood for paying heed to
someone else�s rules of moral conduct.

He shouted as he narrowly avoided a leg-locking spell with a
particularly difficult twist of his hips, and sent back a series of stunning
pulses, more than was really necessary. The figure fell to the floor and
remained stationary; Ron sent a tongue-tying curse and then a full body bind.
The figure disappeared and he knew he had passed the test of lenience. Had he killed
the figure, the room might well have failed him.

And we all know the
room just fucking LOOOOOVES to fail me! Ron�s thoughts were bitter as he
twirled and sent a boil-inducing curse at a man holding a dagger. Because it just loves to tell me I�m fucking
shit.

Ron had history with the room: it loved to fail him, loved
to make him feel shit about his abilities as an Auror. Of course, that was why
he kept on going back, because he wanted to prove it wrong. All his
transactions in the room were recorded on file �everybody�s were- and Ron
wanted to wipe out the early trail of big fat fails which littered his Ministry
employment record with every single victorious visit he could muster.

�Is that all you�ve got?� he smirked and waited for the
onslaught.

It came in a loud bang of fire which engulfed the room and
Ron�s breath caught in his throat, knowing he must have really pissed off the
walls to provoke the replica Fiendfyre out of them. Determinedly, though,
thinking back to eight years before when he had been confronted by a much
deadlier version of the fire and could easily have died, he jabbed his wand
into the air, used all his might and began to draw the nearest curl of fire
that he could into the wood. The effort made his arm tremble and he instantly
supported it with his free hand, making sure the fire stayed on course coming
towards him. Then, when the flames nearly touched the tip of his wand, he
flicked it, like one would a whip, and sent an amplified wash spurting from the
end, dousing the flames in a special kind of ice �the kind which would freeze
him over instantly if he laid a speck of skin on it.

With wide eyes and a grin he watched the ice form all the
way around the spiral of fire that he had provoked, freezing the huge burning
creatures within it, and then when the last flame cracked into a solid form, he
closed his eyes, slashed his wand with a heating charm, and melted the lot.

The water was gone before it hit the floor but Ron didn�t
have time to notice as a dark figure leapt out of him, a mottled grey hand
grabbing for his throat, and it nearly succeeded, but he stepped back just in
time. The figure could not cross the magical line and thus stood with it�s wand
rising. Ron thought on what exactly the test was. The figure had tried to
strangle him and he had never had a fear of strangulation. But then it moved
and he caught sight of the rotting face within the hood.

Ron couldn�t help it; he screamed and leapt back, flattening
his back against the door, his wand shaking loosely in his fingers. He hoped
the man�s hood stayed on because he would never
make up a good enough excuse for Harry as to quite why he would suddenly be duelling a half-rotted and very obviously dead Severus
Snape.

He gasped and managed to gain back some of his prior
gumption by hitting straight in the chest with a stunning spell which sent the
figure staggering back, but not hard enough to throw him against the wall where
he would have evaporated.

Now sweating profusely, Ron leapt forward and tried to slash
across the chest with Sectumsempra, but found himself
dodging his own curse as Snape deflected it and came forward again.

�Why are you fucking doing this to me?� Ron shouted at the
room, knowing that only his actions, not his words, would be recorded for later
viewing and the room was virtually soundproofed to those ogling him in the
corridor. �What the fuck do you want?�

Of course there was no answer, but Dead Snape flew forward
and tried for his throat again, restricted by the line but somehow his hand was
able to grasp at the air.

Ron growled his frustration that the room had to complicate
his escape from the real world with an intrusion from it. He stabbed his wand
out, sent a nasty blistering hex in the way of the figure and then launched
into a completely ruthless onslaught of slashing �his arm moved so fast it
might have been a blur. The figure stumbled and fell to his knees on the floor,
and then Ron groaned at what he saw. Hands raised and the figure was clearly
begging for mercy and he had no idea what the room wanted from him.

Do I spare him and
fail? Kill him and fail? Fuck.

And then it struck him that the room was testing him on his
perception in the matter, so he decided to trick it. Keeping his posture tight
and silent, he turned on the spot to face the wall, not looking at the
increased crowd through the glass but at the opaque door. There was a prickle
on his neck, his spine crept and Ron dove sideways and missed the replica
killing curse by a sliver of a margin, then whirled round and sent his own
back, knowing the room would permit it as the assailant had attempted murder
first with the Unforgivable.

The jet of green light hit dead centre of Snape�s chest and
he crumbled before exploding into glitter. Then the room washed with green with
the little dinging alarm that indicated a win and Ron slumped to the floor,
landing on his back, panting up at the ceiling.

He could hear faint cheering through the glass and knew the
crowd had seen the whole thing. He wasn�t particularly surprised at their voyeurism,
the room throwing up Fiendfyre rarely happened.

Feeling his anger suitably abated, Ron rolled onto his front
and pushed up into a crouch then stood. He finally forced himself to look at
into the corridor, where his admirers, Harry in the middle, burst into
impressed claps again. They were cut short by the loud tannoy
speaker which erupted a voice into the hallway and
room.

�Weasley, my office, now!�
Kingsley�s voice sliced through the air and Ron groaned, bringing a hand up to
rake through sweaty hair.

The door popped open for him.

�Christ alive, Weasley, what did you say to the room to get that?� An excited trainee asked him and Ron
shrugged.

�Nothing much.�

�That was fucking amazing!� Someone gushed.

�But for some reason it�s got him called to see Kings,�
Harry reminded them and then looked at Ron. �Come and get me, yeah?�

Ron nodded breathlessly and turned away from them all,
walking back towards his office to go and see his boss. His mind reeled with
the tiredness of his fight and mindless thoughts drifted in and out of his
consciousness.

Fucking bastard room�
Fiendfyre� I�m just a man, for Godric�s sake�

Why Severus? He was
all� Ron shuddered recalling the rotting skin and took a deep gulp of air.

I wonder if Mum�s made
me a birthday cake?

The fact that he could think about the word �birthday�
without snarling told him the room had soothed away his anger like he had hoped
it would, but then the worry kicked in as to why he was being hauled into the
boss� office.

He rapped on the door with a clammy hand and waited for the
call, pushing in after only a moment.

�You called?� Ron stuck his head around the door.

�Sit,� Kingsley pointed to a chair in front of his desk and didn�t raise his
eyes from the parchment he was reading.

Ron dropped down, grateful for the rest, and dragged his
hand across his brow. Kingsley turned the parchment over and finished reading
before he even breathed again.

�Right,� he finally looked up and cast the paper aside onto
a teetering pile. �What the hell was that all about?� He jerked his head at the
monitoring station which showed him the training room.

�Uh� pent up rage caused by one too many people asking me if
I was having a nice birthday.�

�And I take it you are not
having a nice birthday?�

�How�d you guess?� Ron deadpanned and rolled his eyes.

�Ron, look� as impressive as that stunt in the room was-�

�I was goading it,� Ron closed his eyes and pressed his
fingers into his shielded eyeballs. �I wanted a fight and it gave me it.�

�Why did you want a fight, Ron?�

Ron looked up at him with an open mouth. �Because� well. I
just wanted to practice and it seemed like a good way of getting my anger out.�

�Ah, see, the honest answer but the wrong one� the right one
would have been stopping at �I just wanted to practice�. If you need to get
your anger out by hurling hexes at fake enemies, Ron, something isn�t right.�

�Everybody does it!� Ron burst out. �Hell, even you that day after they cut our
budget.�

�I�ve been watching you,� Kingsley told him with assessing
eyes. �You�re wound tighter than a spring on the days that you�re here. I dread
to think what you�re doing out on watch or patrolling��

�What?� Ron gasped. �Kingsley, I�m fine.�

�Are you really?�
the voice was low and sympathetic. �There are no prizes handed out for
shouldering heartache and soldiering on, Ron.�

�This is about�� he blinked in confusion. �Oh, gods, Kings,
please tell me you��

�Relax,� Kingsley held his palms up. �Your job is safe. But
as of today, after that little show of desperation, I�m putting you on two
weeks paid leave.�

�I don�t want leave,� Ron growled desperately.

Really, he didn�t. His job was the only thing other than
Severus that kept him grounded, from falling headfirst into the misery which
lingered just out of sight, threatening to grab him round the throat just like
the decaying effigy of Severus had tried in the training room.

�I don�t care what you want, Weasley,� the use of his
surname made Ron want to groan and sink into his chair. �I am your boss and if
I say you need to be taken out of the running for two weeks then that is what I
say. You�re dismissed.�

�Please,� Ron sprang forward. �One week?�

�Oh, look at that,� Kingsley narrowed his eyes. �You just
notched yourself up to three weeks. Fancy making it a month, Weasley?�

Ron�s mouth fell open in silent protest and he nearly choked
that he wanted burst into tears. His boss� face turned soft with a sad smile.
�Go away and help yourself get over this, Ron. I�m not sacking you. Just think
yourself lucky �this is about the only job in the world where I can give you
three weeks of leave surplus to your yearly holiday entitlements for your health. We need you on top
form, Ron, and you�re not there, are you?�

Ron thought about arguing, about saying that his excursion
with the Fiendfyre proved how hard he was working his game, but knew what the
answer would be.

That the normal me
would never have provoked the fucking room into producing it in the first
place. Fucking bastarding hell.
Fuck. Fuck.

�Go on,� Kingsley motioned to the door. �Get out of here,
Ron, go and spend your birthday doing something nice.�

�Yeah, right,� Ron choked and got up and walked to the door.

�I�m sorry for what she did to you, if that�s worth
anything� we�ve all been through so much, I suppose it makes us think we are
infallible, even in affairs of the heart�� Kingsley mused, looking at him
intently. �Look after yourself, please. I can�t imagine my squad without you.�

It should have meant a lot, such high praise from a man who
had once been Minister and was now the heralded as the best Head of the Auror
Squad ever known, but Ron couldn�t see it that way. He simply saw it as
something said to try and cheer him up about the fact he�d been laid off for
three weeks. He mustered a half-grimace for Kingsley and left the office,
closing the door stupidly quietly behind him.

If he tried to speak his voice would have been a croak, so
he simply leaned against the Ministry corridor and buried his face in shaking
hands for a moment, wondering quite where he had gone wrong in the time between
getting out of bed and entering the training room to land himself
where he had.

�Fuck,� he muttered to his fingers, as though it would help.

�Ron?� Harry�s voice popped out of one of the offices down
the way. �Is everything�?�

�No,� Ron shook his head, and pushed off the wall, ambling
down to Harry�s office and slouching through the door, looking morosely around
at everything he could lay his eyes on just to avoid looking at his best
friend.

�Tell me what�s happened,� Harry said quietly, resting a
hand on Ron�s shoulder.

�He just� three weeks forced leave,� Ron looked at the
carpet.

�Fuck, why?� Harry gasped.

�Apparently he didn�t find the Fiendfyre as impressive as
you lot,� the mutter was low but Harry heard it all the same. �He says he�s
been watching me, I�m wound too tight and he doesn�t think I�ll do my job
correctly. It was only two weeks but I argued and he pushed me to three.�

Harry audibly swallowed and Ron groaned.

�Well, mate� hate to say this��

�Then don�t say it,� Ron�s head snapped up and he glared at Harry. �Don�t tell
me you agree with him as that would just be a bit too much.�

�I�m worried about you,� Harry sighed. �You�ve been� so
withdrawn into yourself, and you keep on disappearing. You think we don�t
notice but we do, Ron.�

Ron shrugged. �Nothing new, I�ve always enjoyed sodding off on my own.�

�I know that, that doesn�t mean we�ve ever felt comfortable with it� especially
now when you�re hurt.�

�Everyone keeps telling me I�m hurt,� Ron choked. �Everyone
from you, to mum, to bloody George
who has absolutely no right to comment on anybody else�s mental state�� And Severus, Ron tagged on mentally.

Severus. The word
seemed to light a spark in his brain and he took in a sharp gust of air.

Three weeks. I�m free
for three weeks.

�Fuck it,� he breathed, clenching his wand hand into a fist.

�What?� Harry frowned worriedly.

�I�m going on holiday,� Ron blinked and looked up at him.

�What, Ron, no! The point is you�re
meant to relax and heal.�

�I can do that on holiday,� Ron stepped towards the door but Harry cut him off.

�Where are you going?�

�I dunno,� Ron lied. �Somewhere
warm, maybe. Anywhere. Anywhere that isn�t fucking England,
Harry.�

Ha ha,
Scotland
doesn�t count. Good old geography.

�I don�t like this,� Harry shot him a look from beneath his
unruly fringe.

�Well, Harry, sorry, but I don�t really care,� Ron shook his
head exasperatedly. �I have to start acting independently� when was the last
time I went on holiday?�

�Er... Australia
with us, three years ago.�

�Exactly!� Ron burst out. �I�ve
never been away alone, I�ve never been able to do exactly what I wanted when I
wanted��

�Nothing I say is going to change your mind, is it?� Harry
sighed.

�No,� Ron shrugged. �Fuck, I might as well use what I�ve
been given.�

�Stay safe?� Harry beseeched him.

�Always,� Ron gave him a small smile, then sprung forward
and dragged his best friend into a hug, squashing their uniforms between them.

�Don�t do anything stupid,� Harry hissed harshly into his
ear. �Life without you? Not worth it.�

�I�m not that
desperate,� Ron whispered assuringly.

�You better fucking not be.�

Harry stepped back and turned away to his desk, face bowed
and Ron didn�t shame him by looking closely at the tears he knew would be
littering the emerald eyes, the product of a man stretched too far in his youth
to hold in emotions successfully in adulthood. He stepped out of the office and
left the door ajar, and headed down the hallway to go and collect his things.

Would he mind me
crashing on him for three whole weeks, though?

He pushed open the door to his own office and reached for
his bag and the half-drunk bottle of lemonade he�d neglected. He searched with
his eyes for anything he might need for the three weeks and found nothing, so
turned off the lights and bid goodbye to his office for the time being. He
locked the door and headed for the Floos.

He told me he was
there for me when I needed him at any time. What�s this if not �any time�?
Ron picked up a handful of Floo powder and sighed. If he was disappearing for
three weeks, there was someone else he had to tell and he was not looking
forward to it.

He chucked it in, stepped onto the grate and said �The
Burrow� dejectedly. His stomach jerked and he flew with his eyes closed,
willing the sensation to stop every second it continued.

�Ron?�

He stumbled into the kitchen of his childhood home and
looked around. And then something he had not counted on happened. As soon as he
laid eyes on his mother, who was standing making a cup of tea, the tears which
had threatened in Kingsley�s office reared again and that time they spilled
down his cheeks.

�Ron, what�s happened?� he was grateful as he saw her rush
over, eyes full of concern, and he sank into one of the chairs at the table and
buried his face in his hands.

What is it about
bloody mothers that brings this stuff out? Fuck.
He gave a hefty sniff and swiped at his eyes, but it was no good. �Kingsley
just canned me for three weeks,� he choked, feeling totally pathetic as he sat
there, tears dripping onto the worn wood of the table.

�Oh Ron,� Molly threw herself down next to him and enveloped
him in her arms.

�I know you�re not surprised,� Ron muttered as he felt a
soft hand gliding over his hair.

�I�ve been worried sick about you,� Molly whispered. �We all
are, Ron� this is�and you�ve been so determined to carry on��

�So why couldn�t he just let me?� Ron burst out tearfully.
�Why does everyone have to think they know what�s best for me, mum? Why can�t I just know that?�

She said nothing and continued stroking his hear soothingly,
like he could remember being soothed when he was a little boy.

That thought broke something further and in seconds he was
positively howling which of course set his mother off into her own tears.

�I�m s-sorry,� he gasped, sitting up straight and breaking
out of her embrace. �Mum, this isn�t y-your problem.�

�Your problems are my problems, sweetheart,� she assured
him, and replaced her arm around his shoulders.

Ron sat and swallowed hard through his tears for a while,
fixing his eyes on the cooker. The momentary relief he had felt being engulfed
in his mother�s arms faded and he began to realise that there was only one
person who was going to heal the pain inside of him. Somebody
a very long way away.

�Do you have a suitcase I could borrow?� Ron asked tremulously. �Hermione has
ours and I� I�m going away for a bit.�

�No you�re not,� Molly said sternly. �No,
Ron.�

�Mum, don�t argue,� he said, more firmly than he had intended, but he
was grateful because she sighed and he saw the battle won in the sad lines of
her face.

�I do, of course I do, anything you want� but Ron I��

�Look, mum,� he turned to her and grabbed her hand in his.
�I need to do this. If I�ve been given three weeks off I�m going to use it the
best I can to help me get over this and move on with my life. It�s been four
months now, give or take, I should be over it.�

�No,� she shook her head and Ron felt like a prize bastard for making his own
mother cry. �You� there is no right or wrong here, Ron.�

�I need to get away,� he closed his eyes.

He was surprised at the absence of guilt. He had first lied
to Harry, and was now withholding the truth from his mother, but he felt
absolutely no semblance of remorse from keeping back his true destination.

If I get there and he
doesn�t want me, I�ll just move on.

�What will you do with the girls?� Molly asked suddenly. �Do
you want to bring them here?�

�No,� Ron swallowed. �They�re coming with me. I�ll go by
muggle transport.�

�Remember they don�t like it when you transport pets between foreign
countries,� Molly said softly, but then got to her feet. �I�ll get you the
case. Big, small?�

Ron shrugged and gave her a tiny, tearful smile.

***

Scenery flashed past the window of the train and Ron stared
at it all unblinkingly. After leaving his mother he had returned home, packed
up the girls and shrunk their cage to fit in his suitcase, packed it full of
clothes and some books he probably wouldn�t read. He was sat on a train
speeding north, cramped into the tiny space with his long legs aching as the
rats sat on his lap in their carry house, safely hidden in a smaller bag to
prevent anyone from getting the screaming abdabs
because he was carrying two rats around.

I haven�t even told
him I�m coming� it�s really rude� Ron had begun to doubt himself and his
plan the second he�d plonked his arse on the train seat, and it had moved off
from the platform with him wondering if he should jump off at the first stop.
He had chosen to take the train so that he didn�t have to risk apparition over
long distances with the rats, though he assumed he�d have to get to the village
in that way as by the time he made it north, nothing would really be running.

He might even be
asleep, then what am I going to fucking do? He
swept his eyes up and down the carriage, but there was no way he would manage
to get a Patronus off to Severus without somebody noticing his actions, and he
wasn�t leaving his belongings and the rats to nip to the toilet and do it.

Sighing he repositioned his head on his hand and thought
back over the day as it had gone.

Knew I shouldn�t have
bothered to get out of bed this morning. It was the overwhelming conclusion
that Ron couldn�t help but arrive at. His first day of being twenty-seven had
been god awful, and if the rest of the year was going to continue in that
fashion he wanted to speed on to twenty-eight, despite the fact that took him
closer to thirty.

Why does twenty-seven
seem so much older than twenty-six? I don�t get it. It�s not like anything
changed physically� fuck�

He closed his eyes and revelled in the darkness it brought
him, even though his mind was still completely awash with thoughts. And out of
all of them, he couldn�t quite kick the one which screamed �three weeks with him, fuck yes��

***

If Ron had been blue leaving London he was downright depressed by the time
he popped into the tiny Scottish village. The wind instantly buffeted him and
he protectively moved his arms around the bag around his torso which held his
rats.

Should have left them
with mum, this is stupid.

He made his way along the quiet road and hoped he would be
able to find Severus easily, and was relieved when he saw the lights from the
pub shining out onto the pavement.

With every step he took his shoulders became heavier and the
bags weighed him down �he felt as though he were coming to the end of a
marathon, where someone was seemingly moving the finishing line further and
further away with every step that he took towards it. He was shivering by the
time he made it to the pub door and he looked at it, but then something to his
right made him jump. Tied loosely to the side of the building was a whopping
great horse, which seemed to be content making dinner out of some early flowers
in one of the hanging baskets. Ron looked at the massive beast and backed away,
having never felt comfortable around them. But he looked in fascinated awe at
the huge flanks and gleaming coat. The horse gave a snort and looked at him.

�Hey.� Fucking goon,
talking to a horse!

Ron gave it a nervous smile and then to get away, he pushed
open the door to the pub and manoeuvred everything he carried through the
doorway. There was the usual amount of chattering and he looked at the bar, not
surprised to find that once more, Severus had his back to him. He walked up to
the bar and dropped the case on the floor and cleared his throat.

�You know, it�s rude to ignore people?� He said pointedly,
and enjoyed the way Severus jumped at the sound of his voice and whirled round,
nearly slipping his grip on the pint glass in his hands.

�Ron?� Severus� eyes grew wide as he took in the pale form,
slumped shoulders and luggage.

�Can we, uh� Can I talk to you?�
Ron made eyes at the back and begged silently. The aching of his shoulders
reached a new premium and he almost sobbed.

�Just give me a moment, go upstairs,� Severus said softly.

Ron grabbed his case and did as he was asked, carefully
walking up the steps but forgot to duck �he clipped his head on the low wooden
beam marking the doorway and groaned at his own stupidity. The fire was unlit
and the room every bit as cold as the wind outside. He shrugged the flight bag
from round his middle and set it gently on the coffee table, before turning and
stabbing his wand to shoot flames in the grate. He raised his hands and rubbed
them together hoping to gain some feeling back within them.

Feet are a lost cause,
I think; amputation is the only way to go.

He waited ten minutes and Severus did not arrive in the room
so he sat down, wrapping his arms tightly around him to try and withhold the
torrent of emotion whirling around his chest. His jaw began to judder and he
fought hard to control it to no avail. Full body shivers wracked him and he
rocked back and forth, knowing how pathetic he would look if Severus were to
walk in at that precise moment. His breath was short and began to hurt his
lungs.

Please, Severus,
please� Oh sweet Godric please come upstairs soon.

But fifteen minutes later he was still waiting and he
couldn�t hold back any longer. Still wrapped in his coat he kicked off his
boots and curled up into the lumpy sofa, tugging a scatter cushion into his
arms and clinging to it desperately.

Shouldn�t have come�
should have stayed at home and collapsed in my own flat� fuck.., what was I
thinking? Fuck. Fuck.

Ron had always been prone to panicking and it was very
obvious that his anxiety was bubbling up into a full blown attack as he sat
there in the quiet little room with no company. He wanted to get the rats out,
they had, after all, been trapped in the tiny box for a long time and it wasn�t
fair on them. But he wasn�t going to let them out if Severus didn�t want him
there. If he had to move on he needed to do it before the cold really set in.

Wrapped up in his thoughts, he did not notice the gentle footsteps
in the stairway, or that a figure stood in the doorframe, stooped whilst he
watched Ron combust upon himself on the sofa.

The first Ron knew of Severus� presence was when he kneeled
down on the floor next to the sofa and spoke. �Ron, what�s wrong? Has something
happened?�

�I�� Ron looked up at him in desperation.

�Tell me,� Severus demanded, reaching out concerned hands to
grip Ron�s upper arms.

Ron swallowed on a dry throat. �This morning I� well. I got
angry this morning and��

�What?�

Ron could hear Severus� patience beginning to wane as he
stuttered, trying to control the shaking in his lips.

�It�s my birthday today,� he said randomly. �And everyone
was� wishing me happy birthday� I got mad, let myself loose on the training
room and provoked the simulator into throwing Fiendfyre at me� Kingsley saw it
and h-he� f-fucking bastard canned me for three weeks on paid leave.�

�So you�ve been��

�Signed off,� Ron swallowed hard, feeling how the warmth from Severus� hands
seeped into his body.

�And so you�re here?� Severus looked at him uncertainly,
flicking his eyes to the set down luggage.

�Only if you want me,� Ron mumbled. �I�ll go somewhere else if you don�t.�

Ron nearly cried as the man got up and walked away from him,
over to the fire where he studied the carpet intensely. It was not the reaction
Ron had dreamed of stuck on the poky train all the way from London. Severus didn�t even look particularly
happy to see him and it was like a massive knife in his chest.

�I�ll g-go,� he choked, and got to his feet, surprised to
find his legs weakened by the brief time he had sat down, instead of being
strengthened. �It�s fine; if you don�t want me I�ll go.�

�Where have you got that ridiculous notion from?� Severus
spun round and looked at him in alarm, eyeing the way Ron had bent for his
shoes.

�You didn�t�� Ron tried to think of the correct way to say
what he wanted, but knew it was going to come out sounding impetuous no matter
what he did. �You didn�t look happy to see me, Severus.�

�I was shocked, I didn�t expect to see you until next weekend,� Severus shook
his head with a furrowed brow. �And I�m sorry I wasn�t up here sooner, I had to
wait for my cover to arrive.�

�You don�t have to go back down?� Ron asked weakly.

�No,� Severus shook his head.

Ron gave up the pretence then and jumped across the room,
chucking his arms around Severus� waist and pressing his face into the crook of
his neck.

�God, you�re shaking,� Severus muttered and tightened his
grip around Ron�s back. �How did you get here� have you got the girls in that?�
he eyed the flight bag on the sofa.

�I�m sorry,� Ron wailed. �I didn�t know what to do� he gave
me three weeks and all I wanted was to run to you and I couldn�t leave them
Severus, I�m so sorry.�

�There is nothing to be sorry for,� Severus sank a hand into
the back of Ron�s hair and held him close.

�I won�t stay for the whole three weeks if you don�t want me
to,� Ron moaned.

�Why on earth would I not want you here?�

�Because you� you don�t like people encroaching on your
personal space and it�s not very big� I promise I�ll just stay the night and
go, Severus.�

�Ron, if you imply that you are not wanted here one more
time I will hex you so you are incapable of walking for three weeks, let alone
leaving,� Severus hissed. �Now. Just talk slowly. Your
family know you are safe?�

�I told them I was going to take a holiday,� Ron said quietly. �Mum and Harry.
They�ll let everybody else know.�

�And you are sure that you want to be here, you would not
rather be in a warm foreign country?�

�I packed loads of really thick jumpers,� Ron answered him
bluntly.

�Okay, good,� Severus cracked a small smile that Ron could not see. �Because
you are freezing and shivering like you�re possessed.�

�So cold,� Ron shuddered more on thinking about how wretched
he felt.

�Have you eaten?� Severus whispered.

�On the train a few hours ago, not much,� Ron admitted.

�Right. I�m going to go downstairs
and get you something hot. Set up the girls where you want, probably best away
from the fire.�

Ron wanted to break down again that Severus was letting him
stay but he made the resolve to at least wait until the man had left the room,
he was scared of doing anything to jeopardise his safe haven that had been
offered. Severus pulled back and looked at him, taking in his red rimmed eyes.

�You�ve been crying?� Pain marred the dark eyes and Ron
wondered how on earth he had managed to hurt the man.

�Not since I saw mum��

A surprisingly gentle yet roughly skinned thumb brushed over
his cheekbone and Ron closed his eyes at the touch, thinking of how many more
he would be able to collect in three weeks, and how that one alone seemed to
repair something in his fractured soul.

�I will be back in a moment,� Severus said, and turned away.

�Um, there�s a horse outside,� Ron said nervously. �Eating your hanging
basket.�

�I know, his name is Dave.�

�Who the hell names a horse Dave?� Ron�s face relaxed as his eyebrows rose in
surprise.

�That is my cousin, none of her horses have names which are
fitting. However, you can hardly talk,� Severus cast an eye to the bag on the
coffee table.

�He�s hers?�

Severus nodded. �I�ll be back soon, unpack and get warmed
up. You feel like ice.�

He was gone then and Ron heaved a massive sigh of relief
feeling as though he had finally landed safely, feeling as though he belonged.

***

Several brandy-laced cups of tea, a plate of lasagne and an
argument over who should have what side of the sofa later, Ron sat wrapped up
in the blanket he had bought for Severus� bed in January, comfortably full and
sleepy. Severus was next to him.

Ron couldn�t believe how informally they sat. He had put his
feet on the floor but then in a show of affection which shocked him from a man
he had perceived to be cynical and toughened for so many years, Severus had
reached down, pulled his feet into his lap and kept them warm with his hands.

�So, why don�t you tell me everything?� Severus said
finally, raising his eyebrow just a little. �It�s been a week since we saw each
other last, what�s happened to bring this on?�

�I have no idea,� Ron shrugged helplessly, lowering his mug
from his lips. �I just� I thought I was doing really well, you know? I was
getting on fine, I hadn�t moped at all� and then this morning I just sat down
at my desk and found the basket of muffins that everyone clubs together for
when it�s somebody�s birthday� and I just looked at them and thought �fuck�.�

�That little piece of information seemed to slip your mind,�
Severus looked at him. �I had no idea it was your birthday today.�

Ron blushed. �I� well��

�Don�t worry,� Severus gave him a small smile. �I�m quite
sure I�ll be able to think up a suitable apology gift.�

Liking the sound of that, Ron sent him a smirk and stretched
out his legs on the sofa. �I�m so fucking tired.�

�Not surprised, you must have had to work hard to control
the Fiendfyre,� Severus said with a somewhat awed tone.

�It didn�t end there,� the tone was dark when Ron spoke and
Severus looked at him questioningly. �If you�ve ever wondered what you might
look like dead,� Ron�s voice cracked, �Just Legilimens me. You came out of the
fire, hidden in a cloak, but you were so�� he visibly shuddered again.

�Dead?� Severus frowned in horror.

�Yeah�� Ron whispered. �Horrible. I had to kill you. Sorry, and all that.�

�Why would the room present you with a
dead me? Trying to murder you, I presume?�

�No idea,� Ron shrugged. �It really ripped me up. I can�t
get it out of my head� I��

Tears welled up before he could stop them and he looked down
at his chest to hide them from Severus. He managed to control them quickly and
when he looked up he saw the raven-haired man staring uncomfortably at the
fire.

�Sorry,� Ron sniffed. �Ignore me. Fucking useless bastard I
am.�

Severus said nothing and stroked absentmindedly at the bare leg
exposed as Ron�s jeans had ridden up during his stretch.

�Enough about me,� Ron coughed gruffly. �How are you? I
missed you��

�Things here are fine, especially as it�s getting warmer and
the light is changing� I have always hated winter, so dark and depressing��

�You do realise you�re in Scotland, right? If you wanted good
weather you should have gone to the south coast��

�Well If I could pick this place and its loyal clientele up
and move them, I would.�

Ron detected the edgy tone and fell silent, swallowing a
little nervously.

He�s being weird� fuck
it� I shouldn�t have come�

�So,� Severus turned to him. �Why did you come here, Ron?�

�Because you were the first person I thought of that I
wanted to spend three weeks with,� Ron said in one breath. �I just knew. I
didn�t think to Patronus until I got on the train and I didn�t get the chance
for privacy� sorry. Is that why you�re��

�Why I�m what?� Severus raised an eyebrow.

�Why you�re being a bit off?�

�I was not aware I was being so,� Severus looked away.

Silence fell again and Ron rapidly tried to think of
something to say to salvage the situation before a wedge drove in between them.

�I am surprised you came,� Severus muttered.

�Why?� Ron frowned. �You know I� you know I want to spend more time with you?�

�I am surprised you did not stay in your flat and seek out comfort from a
stranger or something hideous like that.�

�One time and you�re going to throw that back in my face
forever, eh?� Ron breathed. �You know I� I just wanted
to know what it was like��

He thought back to the night in January where he admitted
his New Year�s Eve one night stand to Severus, and then the visit after that
where Severus had grilled him on the man and what had happened with him,
speaking with a possessive urgency which both annoyed and impassioned Ron.

Does he think I�m some
kind of whore, just because I did something once in desperation?

�I haven�t had sex with anybody but you since January 1^st,�
Ron informed him in a choked tone. �If you�re determined to make me into a
whore, at least know the facts before you ram your prejudice down my throat.�

�Don�t be so absurd,� Severus snapped and removed his hand
from where it had been brushing against the fine hairs at Ron�s ankle.

�It�s not absurd!� Ron protested, hating how the
conversation had steered into angry seas. �You basically said you�re surprised
I didn�t go out and find some random person to fuck� is that really what you
think of me?�

Severus looked into the fire again and breathed purposefully
in and out. �I was out of line, I apologise. That is not what I meant to say at
all.�

�So why did you?� Ron looked down at his chest and waited for the answer.

�I suppose I find it hard to believe that anybody would sit
on a train for seven hours because they believed that I would provide them with
comfort at the end of it.�

�I didn�t come here for comfort,� Ron burst out. �I came
here for you. Whether they�re one and the same is my problem, not yours.�

�Ah, but it is my
problem. You will be here for three weeks, we will be living within each
other�s pockets and you are� well. We are very different, Ron.�

�Tell me something I don�t know,� Ron muttered bitterly and
couldn�t help the tears swelling in his eyes.

For fuck�s sake did
someone slip me something? I haven�t cried this much in one day since the night
she left me. Fuck it.

Ron watched with deepening horror as Severus set his jaw in
distaste and pushed Ron�s legs off him onto the floor. Then he swiftly got to
his feet, crossed the living room and entered the bathroom with a sharp bang of
the door.

Looking at the closed wood, Ron hated to acknowledge that he
was about to lose it again, but he wasn�t stupid enough to ignore it.

�For fuck�s sake�� the words came out choked and mumbled and
he threw his hands up to shield his face even though nobody remained in the
room to see his tears other than the rats, who were curled up asleep recovering
from the long journey. �No. Nononononono.�

He groaned at himself and a sob broke out of his lips as he
shoved his fingers into his hair and tugged hard, causing stabbing pains to
break out over his scalp as he refused to let go in his upset.

I fucked it up. I
fucking fucked it all up. Fuck.

His bad mental language only served to upset him more and
Ron cried harder, drawing his knees up to his chest and feeling a tight
corkscrew form in his stomach which wound tighter and tighter with every sob.

So absorbed in his tantrum he did not notice that the
bathroom door had reopened, or that Severus was flying to him, looking at him
at first slightly horrified, and then increasingly so.

�Ron, let go of your hair, now!� The command was sharp and it jerked him out of the pattern
he�d fallen into.

�Go away,� he begged. �I�m sorry, I�ll go��

�I don�t want you to go, I want you to stop making yourself
prematurely bald,� Severus said pointedly, and reached up to grab Ron�s wrists.
�Stop.�

With a few great heaved breaths Ron loosened his grip and
let Severus hold his wrists tightly. He kept his eyes on his knees and
concentrated on evening out his breathing.

�This has really hurt today, hasn�t it?� Severus asked him.
�Being removed from your job?�

Ron gave a miserable nod and closed his eyes. �I feel like a
failure.�

�You are far from that, Ron. I� apologise for my actions
just now. Your tears affect me more deeply than I admit.�

�W-why?� the word was tremulous but Ron didn�t understand
him, he could remember Severus offering his shoulder countless times, but it
sounded as though they had merely been empty words.

�I� I do not think it is wise for me to tell you now, you
are already upset, Ron.�

�Tell me,� he demanded, thinking of the way Severus had
commanded him and refused to be pushed around or babied by the man.

�Simply think of my past, think of the people I have seen
begging in tears for their lives, for their families, for their� virtue.�

Ron looked at him then, and swallowed. �You mean you� it�
your past?�

�I have always hated the sight of another being crying,�
Severus looked awkwardly at the worn upholstery of the sofa. �I suppose that
stems from my childhood, as many of my issues do. I don�t know why, but tears
are some kind of golden ticket to a night filled with hideous reminders of the
past��

�I should go,� Ron said, his voice
stronger. �I can�t make any promise that I won�t cry again, Severus.�

�If you think I am letting you out of here in this state, tonight
or for the next three weeks, you have absolutely nothing in between your ears,�
Severus glared at him. �You are not going anywhere, do you understand me?�

�But you-�

�I will deal with it,� Severus gripped Ron�s arms even
tighter and gave him a slight shake when he spoke again. �You are� you have
become far too important in my life for me to chase you away with shadows of
the past.�

Everything within Ron�s body seemed to soften then and he
let out a tiny breath of air and nodded. �Okay.�

�Okay?� Severus asked him firmly.

Ron nodded a little more confidently. �I�m sorry you� I�m
sorry you saw that. Today I think I�ve cried more than I have since the first
night she left me.�

�Understandable,� Severus got to his feet and Ron winced
when he heard the man�s knees crack and resound through the room.

�You need oiling,� he sniffed with a little grin.

�Mm,� Severus snorted a little in agreement. �Come on. You
look like you need a good long sleep.�

Ron rolled sideways and got to his feet; as the blood rush
hit his head he began to feel boneless. Severus caught him when he staggered.

�Anyone would have thought you�d had three measures of
brandy,� he gave him a shifty smile.

�Thought it tasted rather potent,� Ron gave a breathless
giggle. �Trying to get me pissed?�

�Trying to get you warm and relaxed,� Severus sighed. �Did
it work?�

�After that little episode I guess we have to say not,� Ron
bit his lip.

�Don�t do that,� Severus warned him, gazing at the nipped
skin and the way it blossomed red when Ron released it.

�What, this?� Ron dragged his teeth
over it again and looked up at Severus from beneath his fringe in that way, which had become code between
them for �fuck me�.

�I doubt you�re in any state for that,� Severus turned and
steered him towards the bedroom.

Ron managed to walk on his own and reached up to strip his
clothes, but Severus� hands beat him to it. He stood lazily whilst he lost the
blanket and his jumper and t-shirt were lifted from his torso. Severus
unbuttoned his jeans and let them fall whilst Ron moved to step out of them.

�You�ll do,� Severus gave him a once over with his eyes.
�Bed, now.�

Obeying because he didn�t have the energy to fight, Ron
clambered under the duvet as Severus chucked the blanket back over the top to
keep their body heat in, and then methodically began to undress himself. Ron
wasn�t too far gone that he couldn�t enjoy the spectacle of the pale body being
bared to the room. Black clinging underwear on show once more, Ron shifted his
arse into the mattress and reached for his cock, which had begun to swell in an
awkward position.

His eyes caught the clock and saw that it was nearly eleven,
relatively early for Severus to go to bed, from what he had learned of the
man�s living habits. He smiled as the bed dipped down beside him and then that
beautiful warmth washed over him as Severus pulled him into his arms.

They met in a deep kiss and Ron loosened his jaw to give
Severus all the room he wanted to tongue fuck his mouth, feeling as though it was
the action his day had been missing. Smoothing his hands over Severus� slim
back, Ron melted into everything he was offered. A lazy groan filtered up out
of his throat which Severus swallowed, and then pulled back.

�You are apparently insatiable, even when distraught,� one
dark eyebrow hooked up.

�Come on, Severus,� Ron laughed. �You should have realised that by now� I don�t
think my cock ever grew out of that whole rabid teenager thing, to be honest.
Or maybe it just really likes the company of the last few months��

Severus smirked at him and then Ron hissed as a hand palmed
him through his underwear.

�No sex, not tonight,� Severus kissed him. �But I am willing
to�� he trailed off, but made his point by sucking lightly on Ron�s lower lip
at the end of his next kiss.

�Do that again,� Ron whispered, loving the way the wet
tongue had caressed the soft skin inside his lip. �Ohhhh
god��

�You are so responsive,� Severus cocked his head to the side
and watched Ron�s face as he gently began to work the erection he held on to,
noting the way the redhead�s eyes winced when he was stroked and the way his
lips quirked into a pout when touch was applied to the base of his shaft.

�I was never this responsive before you,� Ron whispered
nervously.

�Before someone knew how to touch you,� Severus corrected.

�I�m pretty sure it has something to do with it being you.�

�Hmm, well. Let�s not
test the theory by involving a third party��

�Damn, Severus, you�re putting an end to my wild nights of
orgies,� Ron rolled his eyes and grinned when the hand tightened blissfully.

�Remember, don�t joke,� Severus warned him.

�Really, though� you�re serious�
exclusive?� Ron raised his eyebrows.

�I would have thought that much was obvious?�

�Sometimes you have to actually tell me these things�� Ron�s
eyes fell to his chest. �She always called me thick.�

�You are not
thick,� Severus growled. �Well,� he squeezed with his hand. �Except
where it counts.�

Ron snorted with laughter and looked back up with renewed
confidence. �You�re so good to me.�

�Not many people have ever said those words to me,� Severus
smirked in disbelief.

�Well, get used to it,� Ron raised his chin.

Severus heaved a resigned sigh and gave a curt nod. �I will
try my hardest.�

�So then�� Ron whispered up. �What are you going to do
about�?� He thrust up with his hips.

He nearly squealed with anticipation when Severus instantly
disappeared down beneath the duvet and then Ron felt his underwear slide down
over his hips. �Wait, I haven�t done the spe-OHHHHH.�

Severus didn�t wait for him to perform the hygiene spell and
that alone made Ron harder than necessary.

Fuck it�s like molten
chocolate running everywhere, all over my cock� hmm� that could be
interesting�wonder if he�s into food play?

�Yeah, gods that�s good,� Ron arched up and grinned to the
ceiling when Severus did not hold his hips down but let him gently start to
fuck his mouth. It was then that Ron realised he wanted to see such a
spectacle, and he shifted back to sit up against the headboard, gasping as
Severus moved with him, keeping his cock firmly ensconced between taut lips.
Ron reached out and shifted the duvet back so it adorned Severus� shoulders and
looked down in between his thighs.

His dick was jutting up red and thick and Severus was
wrapped around the tip; Ron gave him a nervous smile when he realised the man
was looking up at him, dark eyes glittering as he washed his tongue repeatedly
in a circle over the head. The look relaxed his lips into a parted moan as a
hand lifted his balls and cupped them before performing a gentle tugging motion
in rhythm with the licking on his shaft.

�How.are.you.so.good.at.this?�
Ron�s whine emitted through clenched teeth and he reached up to hold onto
Severus� hair but then something happened which knocked him for six.

He had not seen that Severus had his wand in his free hand,
and so when his wrists were lifted back and secured to the headboard, new
realms of desire peaked through his body, heading straight for his abused cock.

�Oh gods�you� I� did you Legilimens me?� Ron muttered, thinking back on the
most explosive orgasms he�d had in the past had come from when he had dabbled
in bondage with Hermione.

Urgh, don�t think of
her now, fastest way to lose an erection! He successfully pushed her from
his mind as Severus engulfed his cock in searing heat and swallowed him to the
back of his throat, then pulled up again. He shot Ron a filthy smirk before
returning back to the tip, washing around the head and carrying away the pearly
drops which had gathered there in response to the silken ties cutting into
Ron�s wrists.

�I love being tied up,� Ron breathed, widening his legs
wantonly. �It feels so� uh, shit��

His bollocks were tugged harder and he felt teeth nipping at
the underside of his cock.

�Are you actually biting me?� Ron gasped, letting his head fall
back and his eyes close. �Fuck, don�t stop.�

Severus repeated the action, revelling in the way Ron was
opening up for him like a fascinating book once the ties were on his wrists. He
obviously responded to the restraint and Severus couldn�t have been more
excited by it. His own cock was batting on the mattress, aching with want as he
pleasured the redhead slowly towards climax.

�More, oh god, more�.�

Severus didn�t mind Ron begging like that, when the begging
was so fucking sensual it made him want to drench the bedsheets
with come at the very sound. �Beg a little further and maybe I will�� he
returned immediately to working Ron�s slit with his tongue and was pleased that
his words caused more fluid to drip out of it. He lapped it away diligently and
waited for Ron to obey.

�Severus� nobody has ever�� he broke off gasping as his
bollocks were rolled in a deft hand. �Ever sucked my cock like you� you� the
best I�ve ever� fuck� please. More.�

�Just a little more,� Severus taunted him and extended his tongue
so that Ron could actually see the filthy wet trail it left around his
straining head.

�Ohohohohhhh pleaseSeverusjustsuckmeandmakemecome�.�
It came out all as one word and Ron wanted to cringe at his desperation but
that tongue just felt so good all restraint had flown far away.

Severus took pity, largely due to his own approaching
climax, and applied a sucking force to the head of the cock in his mouth whilst
purposefully flicking against the slit with his tongue. Ron bucked, his knees
coming up off the bed with his wrists tied level by his head and pushed up into
the treacherous mouth and burst quite literally a flood of come into the man
who had teased him to completion.

�OhmyfuckingGOD, oh, ohhhhhhhhhhh�.� His voice grew to an impossibly loud growl
as he bucked and mewled through the powerful expulsion. It felt as though he
had not come for months.

Severus swallowed hard and pulled off, licking out to catch
what had leaked at the corners of his mouth. He immediately rose onto his
knees, shoved down his underwear and yanked Ron back down in the bed, leaving
his wrists tied to the headboard and the redhead yelped in surprise at the pain
in his muscles.

But Ron soon shut up and his eyes widened when he realised
that Severus was moving to position across his shoulders, fisting his own cock
and guiding it straight into Ron�s mouth.

�Suck me,� he breathed, reaching down and placing a hand
into Ron�s hair, even though he needed no forcing to do as he was bade.

Ron accepted the erection between his lips and flicked his
tongue against it, finding it dripping with saltiness and he groaned, and
jumped when it took no more than that for Severus to flood his own mouth with
come for the first time in four months. He almost choked at the volume but kept
swallowing, growing used to the taste and feel of it in his mouth, neither of
which really bothered him. He lapped against the head a few times to carry away
the remaining traces and then he slid off, capturing the quivering tip in a
gentle kiss whilst he looked up from beneath his fringe at Severus, who
actually whimpered.

�Fuck. Three weeks of that and I�ll be a rendered bedridden,�
Severus gasped.

***

Ron rolled over, feeling warm and comfortable, his eyes
cracking open in half-consciousness. Severus was by his side, sleeping soundly
with his head nuzzled deep into his pillow. With a burst of joy in his chest
which felt remarkably mawkish for a grown man, Ron realised that their hands
were entwined, just as they had been when they had settled to sleep. He peeked
over at the window and recognised the grey fuzz of approaching dawn through the
curtains. Looking sleepily sideways at his lover, Ron closed his eyes. It felt
wonderful not to have to leave.

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A/N: Next chapter
picks up and shows the rest of Ron�s holiday� I had to break it up as it got
too long� so see you next time! And don't get any ideas, Ron *will* go home, he hasn't run away completely.x
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