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

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7.

They didn't mention that night again, but their relationship changed
after that. Ron seemed quieter and more thoughtful. Severus didn't
change much overall, but he seemed more open to conversation and
didn't call Ron an idiot as often. They started paying attention to
what one another ordered for meals, and after the first week were
already accustomed to one another's habits. Snape started taking the
sports section out of the morning paper before settling down to read
the headlines. Ron would order tea and breakfast before he hopped in
the shower so that he could wake Snape up with a hot meal and earl
gray rather than naked man chest.

The silences were no longer uncomfortable.

By the second week, they almost felt like friends and Ron realized
rather suddenly one morning that it had entirely slipped his mind
that this was supposed to be 'work' until he noticed the worried
crease in Snape's brow as he got dressed one morning.

“Sickle for your thoughts?” he asked.

“I hope all of this leisure time has not made you rusty,”
Severus answered. “This morning, I would much prefer an Auror
at my side.” It was a half-finished sentence and they both
knew it, but Severus wasn't sure how to finish it. 'Than a
babysitter?' 'Than a companion?' Than whatever the hell Ron was to
him at this moment in time.

“Oh. Oh!” Ron realized belatedly. “This morning.
It's the day you're speaking at the forum, isn't it?”

“And I fully expect to be accosted by questions that have very
little to do with truth serums – the subject I have supposedly
been asked to speak on.” He knew the subject was arbitrary. He
had written a thesis on truth potions several years ago, and so they
chose that as he was technically considered one of the experts in
that particular field. But what the public really wanted to know
about was the Dark Lord, his involvement as a spy, and all the gritty
details of just how involved with the Death Eaters he had become
before the abysmal night that the Potters were killed. He had no
intention of speaking on these subjects, and as much as he hated to
admit it, he needed an Auror beside him in case things got out of
hand.

“Is it really that big of a deal, though?” Ron asked as
he put down the Quidditch article he'd been reading and climbed out
from under the covers, reaching for his sneakers. “I mean,
you're a hero. You should be flattered, right?”

“Do you honestly think these people feel that way about me,
Ron?” Snape asked rhetorically. “Harry Potter is their
hero. They have no use for another.”

“But Harry...and...I mean, we'd all be dead a dozen times over
if it wasn't for you,” Ron argued, though his voice was muffled
by the sweater he was pulling over his head. “Harry's said so
tons of times. They're all bloody stupid if they think anything
else.”

Snape tucked his wand into his sleeve. “Stupidity is often
contagious. Look at all the trouble your best friend got you and
Granger into while you were in school. Do you think you would have
done any of those things if not for Harry dragging you along? My
role as a spy is only barely relevant. I killed Albus Dumbledore...”

“Because he asked you to!”

“...and I was a Death Eater when I was young.”

“Was!” Ron
pronounced firmly. He never would have imagined in his Hogwarts
years that he would be defending Snape, least of all against the
man's own words, but Harry was right about him – he was a good
guy – misunderstood and a grumpy bastard, but he was a good
person who'd just had shite timing and more than his share of bad
luck.

“Was,” Severus echoed.
“But was voluntarily,
Ronald. Even if only for a short while, if I can not justify it to
myself, I don't expect others to justify it for me. I protected you
and your friends, yes, but not because I was a good man. If I did
not owe the Potter family such a debt, if I did not owe Dumbledore
such a debt, I cannot guarantee I would have done the same.”

“You would have,” Ron answered as he pulled on his coat.

“Oh, you are the expert on my nature, now?”

“Yeah,” Ron answered. “If you honestly were as bad
as you seem set on believing, Severus Snape, we wouldn't be having
this conversation. That's how I know. Come on, don't want to be late,
right?”

“I am not even certain why I agreed to come to this convention
anymore,” Snape sighed, but even Ron could tell it was just the
pre-public speaking jitters. “This is going to be a disaster.”

“It's going to be fine,”
Ron laughed. “You're just nervous. You're the smartest bloke I
know. How could they not
want to hear you drone on and on about your favorite subject?”
he teased, nudging Snape forward with a hand on his elbow.

“I do not 'drone',” Severus complained.

“Well, it seemed like a better word choice than purr,”
Ron gave Snape his best playful smile, and was shocked still when the
dark haired man's lips quirked upward slightly and the skin beside
his eyes wrinkled a bit. He felt his heart skip a beat.

“You are a fool, Ronald Weasley,” Snape answered. “Every
other sentence out of your mouth surprises me.”

“Well, let your adoring fans surprise you too, then,” Ron
answered. “I think you're due for a few pleasant surprises.
Think you'll manage?”

Snape was wryly silent for a long moment before saying, “I
think one per day is all my aging heart can handle.”

“You're not old,” Ron laughed. He didn't realize his hand
was still wrapped lightly around Snape's elbow as they made their way
down the stairs.

“Of course I am old,” Snape answered as if the very
thought that he might not be was daft.

“No, Dumbledore was old.
You're just
middle-aged.”

Snape gave Ron a sideways glance and answered dryly, “If that
is the kind of compliment I can expect from a Weasley, then remind me
not to fish for them.”

“It's a compliment!” Ron defended. “It means, you
know, it's like...you're not done yet. You've still got plenty of
time.”

“For what?” Snape mumbled before he could quite stop
himself. How was it that lately Ron's presence broke right through
all of his carefully constructed defenses?

“I dunno. You know. Life, I guess,” Ron answered
clumsily. “Friends. A family, even, if you decide you want
one.”

“You are deluded.”

“I'm not deluded. I mean,
sure, you're not exactly a super-model.” No sense lying about
that, though lately Ron had started to see some things about Snape
that were kind of pretty – his fingers, and the angle of his
jaw, and his deep, intense eyes – but Snape's best qualities
had nothing to do with his looks and they both knew it. “But
you're sort of...well, you're bloody brilliant, for starters, and
funny, once you get used to your dry sense of humor, and you're
actually a sort of gentle, sweet kind of guy.” Ron wondered if
he'd get hit for bringing that up. It seemed like Snape tried to keep
that aspect of his personality well-buried. “Some lady would
be lucky to win you over, and if she's not totally blind, she'd know
it, too. You've got plenty of good qualities, if you'd just let
people see them once in a while.” It was weird, giving Snape a
pep talk, but he meant it. Hell, even he was developing a man-crush
on Snape. He'd been with enough men that he knew what it felt like
when he was starting to take a fancy to one, and he'd learned a long
time ago that there was no point denying it. Denying it got him
married, and divorced.
He wasn't going to be the kind of guy who kept making the same
mistakes over and over again. His marriage had been a hard lesson,
but he'd learned it.

“It will never happen,” Snape answered after a stretch.
He was overcome by Ron's insistent flattery this morning. It felt
nice to be praised for once, but he was determined not to let it go
to his head.

“How come?” Ron asked earnestly.

“I would not be able to stop myself from comparing any woman to
Lily Evan—Potter,” he corrected with a soft sigh. He
still had a hard time admitting she had married James. “That
wouldn't be fair to either myself, or the interested party, provided
such a person even existed.”

“Well, then I guess you're
just going to have to start fancying blokes,” Ron joked.
'Wishful thinking, Ron?' he
chided himself.

He expected Snape to call him an idiot again, or if he was very, very
lucky, maybe chuckle. But Snape was uncommonly silent. “Perhaps,”
he answered.

Ron's jaw dropped and he stopped moving. Snape made it half a dozen
steps before he looked back over his shoulder. “Coming,
Weasley?”

“Huh? Oh, y-yeah, right.” He jogged the few steps it
would take to reach Snape's side. “That, just now, I
mean...you were joking, right?”

Snape's lip quirked slightly upwards. “Perhaps,” he said
again.
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