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"I'm a Teacher"	By : ronsmistress Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Ron Views: 7886 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Six weeks had passed since his dinner with Severus. During that time, Ron spent several days with him, having teas, more dinners and sending owls. The owls became more frequent when he returned to Hogwarts for the start of term. They also became more detailed as he spoke of stress and new students. Ron looked forward to these insights into his life. Severus continued to maintain his distance, not attempting anything more than a caress or kisses. The two learned more and more about each other.

Since it was obvious that both wanted a physical consummation eventually, they shared their sexual histories. It was wise to know what each had and hadn’t done, and neither was judgmental about what was admitted.

Ron was becoming more and more comfortable with Severus, and his assurance as to his intentions were becoming more and more secure, but he still worried. He knew that he would be treated well, but how was he to be viewed? Would he be a treasured lover, or a partner? Would he be welcomed into his bed or into his life?

He spoke with Severus over afternoon tea in a café in Hogsmeade. One of the few meetings that they had over the weekends since his school schedule didn’t permit meeting during the week. “I have to go to my parent’s home tonight.” He casually mentioned.

“You don’t want to go?” Severus played with Ron’s fingers, which he held in his hand, brushing the digits with his thumb.

“Ginny and Harry got engaged so my parents are giving them a dinner tonight. All my brothers are going as well.” He fell silent.

“And you don’t want to go?” Severus said again.

“Yes and no,” he admitted, “it is always wonderful to see my family again, and Harry has always been like a brother to me. Knowing he will be an actual part of the family is a nice thought.” He again, fell silent.

“What makes you so reluctant?” He asked, leaning on the small table, watching him closely.

“My brothers and now my sister each have someone special in their lives. My father was always accepting of me being gay, and my mother came around soon enough, but she constantly asks me when I will find someone. My father keeps her in line and thanks to him I am not overrun with owls.” He let out a sigh.

“You don’t wish to say anything about us?” It was hard for him to ask because he felt it wasn’t his place, but he thought he had made some effort to show his intentions. The fact that he was wrong, was hard to take.

Ron met his eyes and gave his hand a squeeze. “I do want to let them know, but……..” he looked away for only a moment, “I just want to be able to tell them about something serious.”

“I understand.” Severus meant it. He knew now that Ron wanted a serious relationship, not just a lover. He wanted a partner and he wanted to be sure that Severus wanted the same thing. He was waiting for a show of action to show him just that. He was waiting for Severus to prove himself. “How about breakfast? Tomorrow morning.”

“Breakfast?” Ron lifted his eyebrows. “I suppose we can meet at the café.”

“We’ll figure something out.” He rose with a new confidence, knowing just what to do. A plan had formed in his mind in mere moments. “Have a good time tonight.” He gave him a kiss, reaching up to caress his hair.

Ron was a little puzzled at his behavior but he said nothing. He figured Severus would send him an owl telling him where to meet for breakfast. Tomorrow was Sunday so maybe they would have a brunch. He made his way home, finishing up his work and leaving for the Burrow.

“Ron, what on earth has been happening?” Harry greeted him with a glass of wine and a hurried question.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, but Hermione hurried over before his friend could answer.

“Have you two gotten serious?” She asked eagerly.

“What are you two talking about?” He asked, looking from one to the other.

“Professor Snape is here.” Ron froze at Harry’s statement. Then he rushed to a window and looked out, searching out shiny black locks among the family. He soon found him and his heart began to pound in his chest.

Severus was casually talking with his father. The two men spoke easily and a few nods and smiles were exchanged. Ron continued to watch them, ignoring the questions that continued from Harry and Hermione. They soon stopped when they saw that Ron would not answer them and they just watched, waiting to see what their closest friend would do.

Ron entire body was stiff with anxiety. What was Severus saying to his father? Perhaps it was something to do with the Ministry? They never worked together before, so this appearance of his was confusing.

In a moment Severus met his eyes and gave him a smile. Ron nearly swallowed his own throat, but returned the smile, his curiosity written on his face. He apparated away and Ron wasted no time, hurrying past Harry and Hermione to his father’s side.

“Dad.” He was winded by the time he reached Arthur Weasley.

“Ron, relax, there is no fire.” He gave his son’s shoulder a squeeze.

“What was Professor Snape doing here dad?” He asked, calming down.

“Professor Snape? I had thought you two were past titles.” He said with smile.

“Did he say…..” Ron couldn’t finish the question. His anger was growing and his frown showed, drawing his father’s concern.

“Don’t get angry Ron. Severus didn’t tell me anything overly private. He did tell me that you two had been seeing a lot of each other lately, and would probably become more serious. If I agreed that is.” His smile grew as his waited for his son to react to his last phrase.

“If you agreed?” Ron was stunned and he never hid emotions from his father. “Are you saying that he asked for permission?”

Arthur chuckled. “In a matter of speaking, he did, but then again he didn’t. He never asked me outright but he knows that since there are 20 years between you two, that I may have a problem with that age difference.” He took his son’s shoulder again. “He wanted to assure me that he was not toying with you. That you were not a pastime or a cure to boredom. He assured me that he respected you.”

Ron was stunned. He had asked for something to prove his intentions and he had delivered. “What did you tell him?”

“I told him I would respect your decision in this matter, but I believed what he told me. Not too many take the initiative to come to the parents and that shows a lot for the man.” Ron thought carefully about his father’s words, as he always did. “Do you feel something for him Ron?”

“Yes.” He didn’t have to think on that one.

“Then I wish you the best.” He leaned in and took his son in a hug, which was returned. “He will return in a bit, he said he needed to fetch something.”

Ron spent the next thirty minutes telling Harry and Hermione about the past several weeks, each stunned at how things had progressed.

“You are going to sleep with him now aren’t you?” Hermione asked.

“Do you honestly think he spoke to your dad to get you to sleep with him?” Harry asked with a sarcasm that showed his own belief.

“No, of course not.” Ron answered, earning an ‘I-told-you-so’ look from Harry. “If that’s all he wanted, he wouldn’t have gone to my father. Besides, his past relationships have been serious ones. He’s not the cheap affair type. I think he did this for me.”

“That’s a good thing you know.” Hermione told him. “You wanted something different this time right.” He nodded.

“I agree,” Harry added, “you have been alone ever since what’s his fuck left, and this time you aren’t dealing with an idiot savant. This is Professor Snape, he is a bit more dignified then those other guys.”

“True, he has been very smooth so far.” Ron added with a smile.

“You’ve had a snog or two already, is he better than the others?” Ron’s smile grew wider. “I see he is.”

“Well he is.” His face now as ginger as his hair, Ron gave in and laughed at himself.

“Alright, what have you been saying about me?” All three looked toward the voice and saw Severus behind them, carrying a parcel.

“We were merely speculating as to the benefits of dating a man outside our age bracket.” Hermione said with infinite smoothness, as Ron and Harry continued smiling like fools.

“And what did you surmise?’ He asked, for a brief moment slipping into teacher mode.

“That an older man is much more intelligent than a young man who doesn’t have his shit together.” Ron and Harry bust out into laughter. Hermione had such an elegant way of switching from bookish phrases to profanity.

“I agree wholeheartedly.” He said, still standing behind Ron.

“Then why go after a younger man sir?” She asked just as smoothly.

Ron felt a hand slip into his hair at the nape of his neck. “Because everyone loves hot ginger,” he said, then looked to Harry, “right Mr. Potter?”

“Oh yeah.” He answered with a look at Ginny, who was talking with her twin brothers.

“Come on Harry, let’s go talk to Ginny.” Hermione rose and took Harry’s arm, heading away.

“Abandoning your friend?” He called after them as he took a seat next to Ron.

“We do it all the time, he’s used to it.” Hermione called over her shoulder, chuckling with Harry.

“They do?” His fingers still toyed with his hair.

“Yes.” He looked over at Severus. He was in jeans again, and a black V-neck jumper. He was a little dresser than casual and he had a feeling it was because he was making an effort with Arthur Weasley. “My father said you spoke to him.”

“Your father speaks the truth.” His fingers tracing lines along this neck.

“Why did you do that?” He asked.

“I thought you wanted a reassurance.” Ron nodded. “I know how much you admire your father and trust his word. I knew that if he accepted me, then you would too. I told him you weren’t a game to me and he believed me.”

“Did you do it to get me to sleep with you?” He normally would have been embarrassed to ask that, but Severus was too smart to see it as anything but a question.

“Partly,” Ron grinned at him, “I do want sleep with you, but I don’t want you to come to be as a reward, I want you to come to me because you want the same thing.”

“I do want the same thing.” Ron whispered.

“I know.” Severus leaned in and kissed him gently. Then took his hand, and together they went and searched out his father, handing him the parcel. His father lit up when he saw Ogden’s whiskey. He noticed his mother and father drinking glasses during dinner.

Severus seemed right at home, sitting next to Ron during dinner. He easily joined in conversation and the toast to Harry and Ginny. He seemed comfortable with his family and it overjoyed Ron, who never brought a man home to meet them.

As everyone was leaving, through the floo, brooms or apparition, Severus stayed with Ron to say goodbye to his parents. They left together, and when they were a few feet from the house, Severus spoke. “Do you want o come with me?”

“To Hogwarts?” At Severus’s nod, he asked, “we can’t apparate inside though.”

Severus griped his hand tighter and Ron was pulled along him appearing on the Hogwarts grounds. The huge castle was lit up in the distance, the forest was live with activity, and the whomping willow was settled into what looked like sleep.

“This way.” Ron followed Severus closer toward the grounds until they came to what looked like a bare stone wall. Severus reached between some of the brush and gave a tap, opening an entrance that nobody would have found.

“That’s brilliant.” He said with a chuckle, slipping inside while the door was closed. He held tightly to Severus’s hand as he was led down passages and eventually brought to a door. He emerged inside private quarters.

“I need to speak to Dumbledore,” Ron nodded, “make yourself at home. I won’t be a moment.”

When he left Ron looked about the room. It looked like his Spinner’s End home in a sense but this was far more personal. Knowing he spent most of his time here, it made more sense to keep personal effects with him. Ron moved to the fire and looked at several pictures on the mantle.

Severus’s younger self, along with Lucius Malfoy and three others that he didn’t recognize in Slytherin robes. He also recognized a photo of Severus and Harry’s mum. He found Severus with an older woman, most likely his mother, then he found Severus with an older man who looked exactly like him. Granted his hair was different and he was wearing a goatee, but the face was identical. He also saw a photo of Severus holding a baby, but he couldn’t tell who it was.

He moved over to the first of several bookcases. His collection here was much more specific. He filled his room with nearly every potion manual or dark art reference imaginable. The two subjects that held the most interest to him, and most likely he used these books for his classes.

He turned and found two armchairs before the fire. He found a door off to one side and an open door off to the other. Taking a peak, he saw that it was an office, similar to the one Professor McGonagall used. It probably served as an entrance to his quarters from the Slytherin house common room.

He turned from the door, and looked around some more. Since he ate in the great hall, there was no kitchen, and he assumed that the bathroom was in his bedroom. His walls were a dark green and deep cherry woods and black leather were the focus of his furniture. The room was dark and hidden in shadows, like the man himself. You had to focus to see everything.

The door closed behind him and he smiled as Severus took his cloak. “Did you see Dumbledore?”

“Yes, I let him know you were here, and to have Professor Sinistra continue keeping watch on my house.” He moved back to stand close to Ron.

“I wondered how you were able to get away.” He said, glancing at the photos again.

“I have taken care of Hufflepuff students while Sprout leaves on an odd weekend and Ravenclaw as well. It’s how the teachers get time off during the school year.” He followed Ron’s eyes as he looked at pictures.

“Who is this?” He asked, pointing to the baby Severus was holding.

“That’s Draco.”

“Really?” Ron looked back, barely able to see the blonde hair.

“He’s my godson.” Ron gave him a smile and looked back to the images. “My parents.

Ron looked away from the pictures and back at Severus who was watching him closely. “I want you to spend the night, Ron.

“I know.”

Ron stayed still as Severus reached out and took his hand. His grip was gentle, as if he held something fragile in his palm. He moved to his bedroom, opening the door, and releasing his hand for a moment. With a flick of his wrist, he lit some candles and turned to face Ron.

He hadn’t moved from his spot. He had one hand on the door frame, and his gazed was fixed on Severus. “Have you changed your mind?” He prayed Ron hadn’t, but if he did he would respect it.

“No, I still want to stay.” He still hadn’t stepped into the room.

“Then what’s the matter?” His kept his voice calm and soothing, wanting to make Ron feel as comfortable as possible.

Ron took a breath and let his hand drop from the door frame. “You know how many partners I’ve had.” Severus nodded. “You know I haven’t had serious relationships.” Again he nodded. “I have had experiences but as I told you it lacked something.” Severus continued to watch him, waiting to hear

something he didn’t know. Ron felt his fingers tremble and his voice came out in a whisper. “I’m not sure I know what to do.”

Severus felt his heart melt. He was insecure about what would happen, not wanting to disappoint a man he cared about. He walked closer, meeting his eyes, since their height was but an inch different. “Ron,” he slipped his arm around his waist, pulling him chest to chest, easing him into the room, “I’m a teacher.” He whispered, slowing shutting the door and sealing him inside his room with his lover.
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