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***

�It�s been
a month.� The Healer said. �I don�t know what more we can do� he keeps
improving� but with the stats reading as they are, he should have been awake
two weeks ago.�

She shook
her head.

�So, what are you saying?� Molly asked, and Severus heard the beginnings of
hysteria in her voice.

�We don�t
know what else we can do for him,� The Healer shook his head. �We�ve all
monitored him, kept him fed, helped to keep him alive� but he just will not
wake up.�

�So are you
saying that you don�t think he�s going to?� Arthur said, in a hollow voice.
�That the hope is� gone?�

Severus sat
with his hand across his mouth, listening in silence. Finally, they were all
starting to realise what he had guessed all along� that all their watches were
for nothing, and Ron simply wasn�t going to come out of it.

He
swallowed and tried to keep his inner screaming to a minimum. He�d been
expecting it. You�ve always known you
were just doing this for him, to keep him comfortable if you could whilst his
body failed him. You know it wasn�t for you.

So why,
then, if he had known that, couldn�t he stop the tears scorching his eyes? The
Healer turned her face to him. �We need to discuss� how to proceed. Ron is
obviously going to have to stay here, he still needs the care we can give him.�

�But?�
Severus managed to croak.

�But you
need to make the decision if we keep on plugging him with the potions which
will aid him to wake up, or, we just keep him breathing, alive� until nature
takes its course.�

�I thought
you people were meant to be better than Muggle doctors?� Severus heard Molly
say. �I thought you were meant to do better than giving up when you see no
point in continuing?�

�Molly, sit
down,� Arthur begged, his voice choked.

�No,
Arthur. No. We are magical, for the love of Merlin. And they�re telling us we
have the very simple choice of polluting our son�s body with drugs that might
be unnecessary, or to simply stop giving them to him, and watch him die. How,
Arthur, how is that any proof of magical advancement to you?�

An ugly
silence settled over the room and Severus knew that the healers had done all
they could to help Ron. But he also knew Molly�s anger, because it was what he
was feeling himself. Once again he felt raw inside.

�I would
rather,� Arthur said quietly, �I would rather let my son die peacefully in
dignity. All along, we�ve been assuming that his reactions to Severus and the
things he hears are him trying to contact us to say he�s still alive. But it�s
so� so long now, I can�t help but wonder if they�re signs that he wants us to
let him go.�

Molly
turned her face to him, aghast. �Arthur� he�s our son? How can you so willingly
let him go after everything we�ve been through?�

�I�m thinking about what he�s been through,� Arthur said weakly. �His body,
Molly, his body is emaciated.�

�I can�t,�
she shook her head. �I won�t.�

�Severus?�
the Healer looked at him.

Oh Jesus. Left with the casting
vote. Oh Ron.
�I�I��

�You have
some time to think,� she said to him. �Sleep on it. I can�t imagine the pain
this must be causing you.�

�I don�t
need to sleep on it,� Severus stood up. �I will not give up on him. If Ron is
going to die,� he swallowed, �He will do it without turning us into murderers.
He will let go of his own accord when he�s ready.�

�Are you
sure?� Arthur breathed, getting to his feet.

�Your wife
once told me something about your son which I have never forgotten. She told me
that Ron would fight for me with every inch of his will, that he doesn�t know
when to let go. Right now, I�m glad Ron won�t give up the fight. And until he
does, I�m not giving up on him. So, my answer is no. You can�t stop giving him
the potions and he will receive the same level of care as always.�

Without
another word, Severus strode out of the office and down the corridor to Ron�s
room. It was empty save for Ron on the bed, the way they�d left it when called
to the meeting. He shut the door, now thankfully made of wood so nobody could
see in. Then he did something he had so far refrained from doing. He gently
guided Ron�s body over to the side of the bed and got on it next to him,
sliding his arm under his neck and resting the hand in his sling on Ron�s chest
as he kissed into his hair above his ear. And then he closed his eyes and
prayed to anybody who was listening.

***

Ron was back on his feet again. It
had happened suddenly and he didn�t know why. When he stood up, he saw that the
water was further away than he thought it was. The beach was the same size� he
was as close to the car as he had been, but the water was further away� it was shrinking
away before his eyes. He heard a whispering in his ear like never before, so
close, so intimate. Whoever it was, it sounded like the person was desperate,
pleading words into his ear that were not meant for him but that he could hear
anyway.

With the strength of his legs back,
he walked up to the car again, stroking the green metal with a loving hand. He
jumped as the engine revved at him. It had never done that before. He reached
the door, which he had tried so many times the handle was coming loose. He
heard the whispering in his ear again and wondered who it was, what they meant
by pleading so hard. It sounded like they were trying to save someone. An odd
thought struck Ron. Maybe they wanted him to try the door. It was stupid
though, the door never opened anyway. And then another thought struck him. For
all that time, he realised he had been trying to open the passenger seat door,
never the driving seat door. Without thinking, he strode round the car feeling
stronger than he had for days� he curled his fingers around the handle and
tugged.

The door did not open. His heart
sped up. He tugged again and used both his hands. The door moved. That was new.
The doors had never moved before. He tugged harder, not knowing where his
strength was coming from. The door almost opened. He heard himself screaming
with the effort. He looked at the water, it had shrunk even more since his last
glance at it. In fact, it was nearly gone. With one last push, he concentrated
all his effort into pulling open the door, but it came open easily under his
sweaty hands. He staggered, face flushed with the effort. He threw himself into
the seat and slammed the door shut behind him before the car could lock him
out. And then he looked up, and the beach was gone.

***

Severus was
praying so hard that he didn�t notice that all the diagnostics charts were
going insane around his head. He was holding Ron so tight in his arm and his
eyes were squeezed so tightly shut all he could hear were the sounds of his own
begging.

And then, between
his words, he felt the body he was clutching shift. A croaky voice was trying
to break out of somewhere. At first he thought it might have been him. But then
he heard the excessive beeping of the diagnostics quill and his eyes flew open.
What he saw nearly made him fall off the bed.

�Suvmuguh,�
Ron muttered, his eyes blinking ever so slightly. He repeated the word.

�Ron?�
Severus whispered, unable to move.

�Uuuuuuuuuurgh.�

�Ron?�
Severus repeated, shock coursing through his veins. He didn�t want to believe
what he was seeing. �Ron it�s important that you talk to me.�

Ron tried
again but didn�t make much sense. Please
god don�t let your brain be fried after all this. Please god. Please. Please.
�Severus� I love you.�

If Merlin�s
rotting corpse had burst through the door at that moment, Severus wouldn�t have
noticed. He found himself paralysed in shock, he knew he should be pressing the
emergency button but his good arm was trapped beneath Ron.

�What� what happened to your shoulder?� Ron�s eyes widened and Severus heard
the diagnostic on his heart accelerate.

�I�ll
explain later,� he said. �Ron I need to get help, I need to tell them you�re�
you�re alive.�

Ron looked
with him with frightened eyes. �Have I been gone?�

�You�ve
been gone for a while, yes.�

�I went to
the beach� there was a green car, an old car.�

�My car?�
Severus asked, shock still pinning him to the bed.

�Of
course,� Ron breathed, �It was your car, yes� I knew I knew it from somewhere.�

�I need to
get help,� Severus heard himself choke, and he shifted his arm from behind
Ron�s head and threw it back to slam on the button on the wall. He tore himself
from the bed and threw open the door. He couldn�t let Ron out of his sight so
he simply stood in the doorframe and bellowed, �MOLLY, ARTHUR! GET IN HERE!�
down the corridor, hoping they�d not left.

�Severus
don�t shout,� Ron mumbled, trying to sit up properly in the bed he�d been a
prisoner in for a month. �My head hurts.�

�Oh God,�
Severus hyperventilated, clinging to the doorframe. �MOLLY, ARTHUR.
ANY-FUCKING-BODY!?�

�Severus,
shut the fuck up,� Ron hissed, frowning. �What�s wrong with you?�

Lips
trembling, Severus couldn�t answer him. Relief washed over him as he saw a door
down the hallway open and Arthur stuck his head out, looking worried. �Arthur.
He� he�� Severus could only nod at Ron in the bed.

He
staggered back to the bed and threw himself back in position, his arm around
Ron. He�s going to die. This can�t be
happening. I must be asleep and dreaming.

Arthur
skidded to a halt in the doorway and his mouth fell open with a strangled cry
as he saw Ron�s eyes open and semi-alert. Molly appeared behind him and choked.
Ron�s face positively lit up when he saw them. �Mum, dad��

�You
remember who we are?� Molly choked, rushing to his side and clutching his hand
to her lips.

�Of course
I do� why, why wouldn�t I? You�re all really scaring me. Have I done something
wrong?�

�No, you
stupid ginger idiot,� Severus breathed, his face buried in the thick red hair
which haunted the dreams of the little sleep he�d managed to get over the last
month. �No. You have done something very, very right to come back to me.�

He was
astonished and relieved to finally feel tears in his eyes.

***

�I was
unconscious for a month?� Ron�s eyes widened and Severus heard the heart
diagnostic beep loudly.

�Stay calm
for me,� he pleaded, kissing him on the forehead.

�A month,�
the Senior Healer told him gently. �Everyone has worked so hard to keep you
with us� nobody more than yourself, though. You must be exhausted. You really
should sleep.�

�No,� Ron shook his head fiercely. �I am never closing my eyes again.�

Severus
looked desperately at the Healer and stroked Ron�s shoulder.

�I�ve been
drugging you for a month,� the Healer sat matter-of-factly with a small smile.
�Whilst you�re in here we can do what we want.�

�But I
don�t want� I don�t want to go back to that place again,� Ron pleaded. �It was
so lonely and I was so thirsty.�

Severus�
mind went back to two hours before when after Ron had done with pleasantries he
had begged for glass after glass of water, gulping each down in two mouthfuls
until he was sated.

�I�m going
to send someone in to talk to you about that in a little while,� the woman
smiled at him. �But for now you really should rest. I�m not going to give you
any potion yet, but try and stay calm. I�m going to� leave the rest of the
discussion to Severus, as he has requested.�

She nodded
and left, closing the door behind her. Molly and Arthur were at home, gathering
their family together to share the news and bring them to visit. Severus was
glad they were gone so that he had Ron all to himself for a few moments, to
share the dreadful news which Ron had to be told.

�Come on then,� Ron looked at him. �Why am I in here?�

�I did tell
you everything when you were out� but you don�t remember� so��

�I heard
voices. I didn�t know they were you.�

�It doesn�t
matter,� Severus kissed his forehead again. �Right. Voldemort is dead. Harry
killed him. Bellatrix Lestrange cleaved my shoulder in half.�

�Fucking
whore,� Ron gasped and Severus couldn�t help a smile.

�Yeah, that
was pretty much what sleepy drugged Ron thought too. Before all that happened
though, you must have returned home looking for me. And there, in the living
room, Lucius Malfoy was waiting for you, as a revenge for my deceitfulness to
Voldemort.�

Ron�s eyes
narrowed as he processed the information. �Blood, I can remember blood?�

�Your own,�
Severus said sadly. �But cutting wasn�t all they did.�

�If that
was all they had done I wouldn�t have been in here for a month.�

�No. They�
they sexually abused you against your will.� Severus� mouth went dry. �And then
they proceeded to torture you, using a soul burning technique and�� his voice
trailed off.

�And what?�
Ron frowned.

�And a
genital torturing process.�

Ron stared.

�We don�t
know� the damage. But the spell used was meant to emasculate you� We forced
Lucius to revoke it, but we don�t know if it worked, or even lessened the
effects.�

�So when
you say emasculate� you mean, my�� he waved his hand at his crotch. �It won�t
work any more, nothing will work?�

�We simply
don�t know,� Severus� voice broke and tears slipped down his face. �The soul
issues� we would have seen it instantly if it had done deep, irreparable
damage. I�m in shock you�re so coherent, you�re so with it.�

�Severus, I
can see in your face you didn�t expect me to wake up,� Ron said quietly. �I
know that.�

�They were
telling us you wouldn�t. I wasn�t sure what kind of hope there was. I tried to
tell myself I wasn�t hoping, but I suppose I was� I couldn�t give up on you� I
love you too much for that.� And Severus balked slightly at his use of the word
�hope�.

�I am so,
so glad that yours was the first face I saw,� Ron breathed, reaching a shaky
hand up to touch Severus� face for the first time.

Severus
leant into the touch with his eyes closed, savouring the feeling.

�I�m sorry
about your broken ribs. You must have been in agony.�

�They were
fixed,� Ron shrugged.

�But I
still broke them. You should know� I�ve given up alcohol as a punishment.�

�That�s
mad, you love booze,� Ron frowned, sorry for having parted Severus from his one
vice.

�I don�t
love whatever it was that made me shove you down the stairs, accident or not,�
Severus said firmly.

�So what
now?� Ron asked, looking doubtfully at his crotch. �If it never works, will I
still be able to� use the toilet and stuff?�

�That part
won�t have been affected, your bladder will still work and so will your bowels.
Only the sexual organs will have been affected.�

�How soon
will we know?�

�They�re
going to want to test� it�s probably going to be embarrassing.�

�And what
about us, Severus� If I can never have sex again, where will that leave me and
you?�

�Are you
asking me if I will leave you if we can never have sex again?�

Ron nodded
quietly, eyes on his blanket.

�I have
known it would be a possibility for a month, Ron. If I was going to run, don�t
you think I would have done it when there was no way I�d have to face you? I
once promised I�d never leave you. If you can�t get it up then we will have to
find other ways of satisfying one another, won�t we?�

The smile
that spread on Ron�s lips made him start to cry again. �And Ron, I don�t give a
damn about the house now. We�re moving, as soon as you�re well enough, we�re
moving somewhere else. The memory of you being abused so badly there was the
final straw. I can�t live there anymore; I�ve barely been there since you�ve
been here.�

�Where have
you slept?�

�Slept?�
Severus laughed a little manically. �What the fuck is sleeping Ron? I haven�t
slept properly in a month.�

�So that�s why you look so fucking haggard,� Ron rolled his eyes.

�And
another thing,� Severus kissed him suddenly on the mouth. �I am marrying you
the first chance I get.�

***

Ron was
getting frustrated. He had been in the hospital a further two weeks from
regaining consciousness and they didn�t appear to be moving to let him out any
time soon. They kept telling him it was likely to be another two weeks, which
would extend his hospital stay to two months. He was sick of it. Every time he
flinched, someone fawned over him, every time he groaned, he found himself
being tested for all manner of things, even things he was only at the slightest
risk of developing. And then there were the infernal psychiatric counselling
meetings they insisted that he have, because they insisted that he would be
mentally scarred by it.

Ron had
found quite early on that he wasn�t. But even his own parents were convinced he
must be and Harry, of all people, the most stubborn person on the planet about
receiving help, had told him to just take it, that he might be more scarred by
it than he knew. The only person who seemed to believe him, miraculously, was
Severus. After each session Severus would come and give him a cuddle with his
one arm, and place a kiss on his head and murmur that it was only a formality
and that it would soon be over.

They kept
asking him how he felt about being sexually abused, but every time Ron answered
them saying that he didn�t know how he felt about something he couldn�t
remember. They asked him how he felt about his injuries. He told them that he
hated what had been done to him but what, in Severus� words, was the point of
lamenting what he could not change? Nobody seemed to believe he could feel that
way, everyone, including the healers, were putting their own imaginary feelings
into his mouth.

Of course,
he wasn�t thrilled. He was dreading the moment someone suggested giving him
some porn and seeing if his dick reacted, absolutely terrified of it. Maybe
then he�d need some therapy, but he wouldn�t get it from a counsellor, he�d get
that from the person he loved.

If he
needed to talk about anything, and he did sometimes, it was how bowled over he
was at the amount of love Severus was channelling into him at every step. He
didn�t feel as though he deserved it. The counsellors had leapt on that,
attacking his low self-esteem. He told them it was that way before the attack
and it would probably always be the same. They had talked to his family and
Severus to discern exactly the same thing. And then they tried a new tack, �why
do you feel so unworthy of everyone?� and the killer �is that why you�ve
blocked out the attack because on some level you think you deserved it?�

Ron had
ended that particular session abruptly, telling them he was tired. There was no
point in kicking off about it; they�d just think he was being diversionary and
carry it on next time. Every two days he was subjected to it and he dreaded it
as the morning came. He really wasn�t one for spilling his guts on the table.

He knew it
was a lot to deal with, being asleep for a month, dealing with the injuries,
building his body and mind back up to strength. But everyone was treating him
like a precious doll and on his bad days he just wanted to yell that he had
made it this far, so could they please just have a little more faith in him?

�You look
deep in thought this morning,� Severus walked into his room, holding a carrier
bag in his hand. He placed a kiss on Ron�s lips.

�Do I?
Makes a change,� Ron smiled, and shifted himself up on his bed, putting his
arms on top of the blankets. The healing wound on his pubic mound stung �it was
taking so long to mend.

Severus
smiled and looked at him. His jaw line was smattered with a red prickling of
stubble which made him look much older. Severus was secretly glad, he was sick
of the hospital staff looking at him like he was a pervert. �Did you sleep
well?�

�Slept as
ever,� Ron yawned, as usual shocked he could still be so tired after so much
rest. It had taken forcible restraint to get him to fall asleep with a potion
that first night. �What�s in the bag?�

�New
nightclothes, underwear, your mum washed your dressing gown, and,� he reached
in and pulled an object out, �Some of Honeydukes� finest, care of Remus.�

Ron eagerly
accepted it and tore off the wrapper. �The man is like a walking
confectionery.�

�It helps
him, after the transformation.�

�How�s
Tonks?

�Moaning
about how fat she�s getting and everyone�s telling her it�s all part and parcel
of pregnancy and she keeps muttering under her breath.�

Ron laughed
through a mouthful of chocolate. �Sounds like Tonks. What about Fleur? Is it me
or is our life just full of pregnant women? If Ginny walks in here and tells me
she�s up the spout I�ll collapse.�

�Don�t
joke,� Severus said hotly, and Ron noticed that his good hand flew to the wood
of his wand and grasped it. Ron managed to hide his smirk at his superstition
that had rubbed off on Severus. �Fleur is getting bigger too, but she�s loving
it. Really, she�s glowing.�

�She�s a
half-veela, she�s meant to glow,� Ron raised an eyebrow and shoving in another
two pieces of chocolate.

�Well more
than your average veela glowing then.�

�Everyone
else okay, mum, dad?�

�They�re all fine, they send their love,� Severus nodded, and finally sat down
in his usual chair by the side of Ron�s bed.

�How�s your
shoulder?� Ron asked, screwing up the wrapper and lobbing it in the bin.

Severus�
injury was a sore point between them. After Ron had first woken up, Severus had
desperately tried to hide how much pain it was causing him. Once the fog of the
month had cleared though, Ron instantly knew he was lying and they�d had a
rather vocal, loud argument about it where Severus had told Ron to stop bossing
him around, and Ron had retorted that it was stupid to reject treatment just
because he was trying to look hard in front of his boyfriend. And so from that
point on, Severus had submitted himself to the mercy of the healers, testing
potions he knew he could have brewed better himself if he had both hands, and
taking a pain potion regularly to help.

�Looser
today. I think one of my fingers twitched last night, actually.�

�That�s
great!� Ron said appraisingly. He hated the sight of Severus� dead arm in the
sling. One day when they�d managed to snatch a private moment, Severus had
shown him the scarring. It had made him cry, not because of how terrible it
was, but because he�d been asleep for the month when it was causing Severus
agony.

�I slept a
lot easier, too. I feel better this morning.�

�Nothing
makes me happier than hearing that,� Ron said genuinely, looking at the clock.

�Are you
worried about this morning?� Severus asked quietly, getting up to perch on the
side of the bed.

�Yeah, a
bit,� Ron sighed.

The Healers
had finally arranged the meeting to discuss assessing the full extent of Ron�s
curse injuries. His parents had declined to come, something that Ron thanked
Merlin for. It was going to be bad enough without having them blush their way
through it as well as him.

�The sooner
we do this, the sooner you can come home,� Severus shook his head. �The sooner
we know what we�re up against, we can move on.�

�Home,� Ron
repeated with his eyes closed, like a mantra. �Home is what it�s all about.�

�Ron, good,
you�re up!� his principal Healer, his old boss, walked through the door. It was
obvious that Ron wasn�t going to return to his training any time soon, Dean
walked in behind her. �Are you okay with Dean being here for this? You asked
for him to be the trainee assigned to you but if this is going to be
difficult��

�I don�t want
to make you uncomfortable,� Dean held up his hands.

�Oh come
on,� Ron rolled his eyes. �We shared a dormitory for seven years, and you�ve
seen enough of my up close and personals these last weeks to put all that in
the shade! Only go if it�s going to make you
uncomfortable.�

�Are you
kidding?� Dean shut the door with a small grin. �You�re going to be my first
year case project, I�ve decided.�

�I�m
touched.�

�Well,
that�s rather the point of the meeting,� Healer Miller said, unable to keep the
ironic pun in.

Ron laughed
and felt his nerves lessen slightly. �Come on then. Hit me.�

�Did you
have any issues having sex and having an erection before this happened?� She
had a clipboard with a quill taking notes.

�No,� Ron
fought to keep his voice straight. �Definitely not.�

�During
both sexual intercourse and manual stimulation?�

�There were
no issues,� Ron said more firmly.

�How would
you like to test the function?�

Ron looked
at Severus and grinned, but got an eye roll in return. Ron knew that even
though his genitals might be fried, his brain certainly wasn�t. He also knew
that if nothing worked, that would soon become a problem. �I suppose� I don�t
mind giving �manual stimulation� a go, as you�ve put it.�

�You haven�t tried it before now?� She asked, expecting an honest answer.

�No,� Ron was able to give her one. �I�ve not.�

�When you
urinate, can you feel anything?�

Severus
looked at Ron expectantly, feeling stupid that he had never thought to ask
that, and Ron had never mentioned it. So he was shocked to see a blush creep on
to his cheeks, blue eyes falling to the blanket, as he said, �No. I just point,
aim, and do it. But I don�t feel anything.�

Healer
Miller looked up at Severus in alarm. �Nothing at all?� She pressed.

�Nothing.�

�Can you
feel your testicles?�

�I�ve not
tried.�

�That
really doesn�t� it doesn�t sound positive,� she told him honestly.

�We could
try so much though, Ron,� Dean was shaking his head. �I mean, there are charms
which can make it so any touch is intensified to ridiculous amounts. They might
work for you.�

Healer
Miller turned round and looked at him appraisingly. �What?� Dean said, humbled.
�He�s my friend, I knew I�d be working on this and I read up on it. I want to
help him.�

Ron felt a
rush of affection for Dean. He hadn�t confided his lack of feeling in anybody,
because secretly he hoped it would come back. Severus looked like he�d been
steamrollered.

�Here�s
what I propose we do. We�re going to go outside, and Ron, you try and achieve�
anything you can, okay?� Miller said gently. �You might want to get Severus to
help you, if you�re� okay with that.�

Ron threw a
questioning glance at Severus, lips puckered into a inquiring pout. But Severus
was still recovering from the blow of learning that Ron couldn�t feel anything
at all to react to the humour.

Dean left
the room with his boss, they sank into conspiratory whispers and shut the door
behind them.

�I didn�t
tell you because I hoped it would come back,� Ron said automatically. �I�m
sorry.�

�And you
thought finding out in front of them would be the best way for me to hear it?�

�I�m
sorry.�

�You should
be.�

�I�m
sorry.�

�I know.�

�I�m
sorry.�

�Stop
saying you�re sorry.�

�I am
though.�

�Just stick
your hand on your dick and let�s see if we�re arguing over nothing,� Severus
said, gesturing to Ron�s crotch.

Ron was
trying not to laugh again as he put his hand under the blankets and touched
himself with his hand. It was odd, feeling the soft skin in his hand, but not
feeling the feedback on the skin itself. �Nothing so far,� he said unhelpfully,
beginning to stroke, trying to relax. He closed his eyes and focussed on the
memory which produced his Patronus so successfully before he was injured.

Oral sex.
Bedpost. Writhing. Moaning. It all flew through his mind and he stroked with his
hand. �Hey, it�s growing!� he burst out suddenly and ripped back the blankets
to look.

�Can you
feel anything?� Severus asked, forgetting how mad he was.

�No,� Ron
turned his face to him. �Nothing.�

�Shit,�
Severus felt his eyes fill with tears.

�It�s not
done it since� not even a wet dream though.�

�If you
can�t feel it, you can�t even feel it when you piss, I doubt you�re going to
feel an orgasm,� he covered his eyes with his hand so Ron wouldn�t see his
tears.

Ron quietly
dropped his penis and ran his hand over his balls, disappointed to find there
was nothing, no reaction at all. He dropped his hand further and not expecting
to feel a thing, pushed a finger into his own arse. �Oh shit,� he gasped, as
the sensation shocked him.

�What?�
Severus didn�t remove his hand from his eyes.

�I just put
a finger in myself and� felt it.�

He dropped
his hand and looked at Ron, awkwardly sat on the bed with his wrist bent
beneath him. �Can you feel it when you��

�I wouldn�t
know, I�m still on liquid removal,� Ron shuddered, it was one of the things he
hated most about being in hospital.

�Can you
feel your prostate?� Severus asked.

�I wouldn�t know, I�ve never found it by myself,� Ron admitted.

�Let me,�
Severus said, business like, and he was finger deep in Ron�s backside before he
could question it.

�Uh,� Ron
gasped.

Severus
reacted in the way he usually would, he put his hand up and took Ron�s cock in
his hand.

�OH MY
GOD!� Ron shouted, and Severus dropped it instantly, yanking his finger out
without warning.

He stared
at Ron, eyes wild, waiting for him to explain. �Touch me again,� he panted.

Severus did
so and Ron gasped madly again, face flushing red and his eyes filling with
tears.

�Ron what
is it?�

�I can feel
your hand on my dick,� he whispered. �And I could feel you in my arse. But I
can�t feel me.�

Severus
dropped what he was holding and Ron whimpered. �Does it feel normal when I
touch you?�

Ron shook
his head instantly. �No, it�s like you�ve drugged me full of those charms Dean
was talking about. It�s a thousand times stronger and you were only being
gentle.�

�Does it
hurt?�

�It would
if you did it too hard��

Severus
couldn�t help it, he grabbed him again, making a tighter fist until Ron gasped
in pain.

�You have a
limit,� Severus breathed. �I wonder if it�s just me you can feel� if somebody
else touched you, you�d feel it? If the curse only prevents you from feeling
yourself?�

�I can feel
you,� Ron found himself bouncing with excitement. �We�re still going to have a
sex life, Severus��

It dawned
on him at that point that he had truly resigned himself to never having sex
again since he�d learned the truth about his injuries. And now he might be able
to. It wasn�t totally gone, he could still feel under Severus� touch.

Severus
pulled him into his arm and sobbed a little into Ron�s neck. �I can�t believe�
I don�t��

�Shh,� Ron
kissed his ear. It�s okay.�

�What if
you can�t come?� Severus whispered. �What if there�s nothing to come out?�

�We�ll
cross that bridge when we come to it.� Ron murmured. �If I can still do it,
it�ll probably knock me out anyway.�

�But you�ll
never be��

�Satisfied?�
Ron finished for him, pulling him tighter into his chest. �Severus. Just
feeling is satisfying enough for now.�

�Okay.�

There was a
knock on the door. �Is everything okay in there? We heard a shout.�

Severus
pulled back and Ron tugged the sheets up over his waist. �Come in.�

Dean poked
his head around the door and opened it fully when he saw that everyone inside
was decent. �Well?�

Healer
Miller came in behind him and shut the door, looking at them expectantly.

�I can�t feel myself,� Ron shook his head. �But I can feel Severus touching
me.�

�You can?�
Miller spoke incredulously.

�Externally
and internally,� Ron nodded, trying to spare Dean the grisly details.

�Did you
manage to ejaculate?�

�We didn�t exactly get that far,� Ron grinned. �But when he did touch me, it
was like the sensation was magnified. I�m pretty convinced that if I can
ejaculate, it�s going to knock me out.�

�This is
amazing,� Dean breathed. �What does it mean? That the curse weakened, or
backfired? Do you think it�s just Severus that you can feel? That would be even
more spectacular, that the curse has blocked all but the one person you truly
love from touching you.�

�That�s
what we were wondering,� Severus was staring at Ron�s crotch in wonderment.
Again, he found himself realising that if the situation weren�t so serious, he
would be laughing his head off. I might
actually be able to have sex properly. Sex. Sex. Fuck.

�Do you
want me to find out?� Dean offered immediately. �I�ll put a glove on and
everything, purely medical of course.�

Ron burst
out laughing on the bed and tilted his head back with joy. �Be my guest, have
at it.�

It was
Severus� turn to laugh as he fell into his chair, face in his hands. �I�ve never
been gladder to let anyone else feel my boyfriend up.�

Dean was
laughing as he pulled a glove from the box on the wall and put it on. Ron was
looking at him trying to stop laughing. �Seamus would be doing his nut in if he
could see this,� Dean grinned, and put his hand under the sheets and felt
around. �Anything?�

Ron�s mouth
fell open. �It�s like� you�re touching me through fifty blankets. I can feel
you. Can you grab properly for me?�

Dean stared
at him and Severus laughed again. �When Severus grabbed it firmly it was too
much, it became painful.�

Staring at
the ceiling, Dean squeezed what he was holding. �Anything?�

�That�s a
bit better. It�s nice.�

Dean let go
immediately.

�In a
�non-gay thank you very much for squeezing me to find that out� way, of
course,� Ron explained.

�Well that
was a pretty firm grip I had. I wonder why Severus� touch is so much more
intense? Probably because you love him and feel for him.�

�I dare you
to write to Seamus and open the letter with �Today I copped hold of Ron
Weasley�. I properly dare you to do it,� Ron laughed.

�Boys,�
they were interrupted by the older woman. �This is simply bizarre. I�m thrilled
for you though. I need to do some research, see if I can find anything about
this. Ron you are very, very lucky. We all expected that this would end in
tears.�

�Nobody
more than me,� Ron shrugged, realising that Severus had gone very quiet, still
sitting with his head in his hands. �Now that you know, when can I get out of
here? I want to go home. I want to be able to get up and walk into my own
bathroom and sleep in my own bed. I hate it in here.�

�I will do
my best to get you out of here by the end of the week,� she answered him, and
thought there wasn�t a person alive who could resist the hopeful look on his
face.
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