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Ron will
talk about sex next chapter! Whoohoo! Perhaps he�ll even do it before chapter
30� I don�t know why this is so very, very long, but I just think they�re not
very believable together without a long build-up. When I started this, I wanted
to write some quick smut, but somehow haven�t managed it yet.

Some words
to my dear reviewers:

@ sneakyfox
� I�m glad you think so. I was afraid Ron is too much OOC, with him thinking so
much and all that.

@ balena � Doch, du bist schuld. Und du darfst gerne weiter
kommentieren, hab ich �berhaupt nichts gegen.

@ the rest
� Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!

And if
anybody spots an error, feel free to tell me. I can handle critique. And I know
there have to be errors; English is not my native language.

Anyway,
enjoy!

Snape
liftet the monitoring spell without making an attempt of conversation, but
stopped Ron when he made for the door.

�Mr.
Weasley?�

Ron turned
back tensely. Snape�s calm voice was downright frightening. It�s been a
week. This can�t be still the effect of the calming draught overdose. Either
he�s been taking more or something is very, very wrong with him. Maybe he�s
become addicted to his own potions?

�Yes,
Professor Snape?� Ron asked politely. I can�t believe I�m worrying about
Snape of all people.

�Please be
cautious about the promises you make to Mr. Pettigrew. Keep in mind what he�s
done and that he managed to fool and manipulate his supposedly best friends for
a long time. You don�t want to be in his dept. Be careful with him.�

�I believe
I just was,� Ron said meekly, feeling chastised by this warning. Snape gave a
gesture between a nod and a shrug, and Ron, feeling dismissed, left the
dungeons for the Great Hall.

Harry and
Hermione were already seated, and Ron took a seat across from them.

�There you
are, Ron. What took you so long?� Hermione asked worriedly.

�Please
don�t tell me you spent all this time you-know-where,� Harry said.

�Er, well,
I did,� Ron admitted. �I�m sorry,� he added, not quite sure why he felt the
need to apologize for that.

�Had fun?�
Harry implored, brows furrowed in either irritation or pity, Ron couldn�t tell.

�No,� he
snapped, feeling insulted by the mere suggestion he was doing this for fun,
though he knew Harry might not have meant it that way.

He was
saved from a reply by Dumbledore standing up, calling their attention for
announcing this year�s winner of the house championship. Ron joined in the
ecstatic applause on the Gryffindor table, who had won mainly because of their
performance at Quidditch, but was only listening half. Between the ongoing
happy chatter and Dumbledore�s droning, Ron foung himself staring restlessly at
his plate, waiting for the food to appear. His head only snapped up at the
mention of Sirius Black, but all he could catch was the following �Tuck in,� so
he turned to his friends.

�What was
that? What did he say?�

�Oh Ron,
don�t you ever pay attention?� Hermione murmured, seemingly trying not
to sound too annoyed.

�No, I
don�t. So, what did he say? What about Sirius Black?�

�Just that
the dementors will be removed from the school entrances as well as other
actions that have been implemented because of him. He didn�t give any
explanation, though.�

�Perhaps
he�d convinced Fudge of Sirius� innocence,� Ron said hopefully.

�But he
would have said something about that, wouldn�t he?�

�That�d be
great,� Harry chimed in, ignoring Hermione, �then you also won�t have to meet
the whiny bastard again, right? How was it, anyway?�

�Stressful,�
Ron said truthfully. �I have a lot to think about, I guess.�

Harry
frowned.

�Is what he
said worth thinking about? I mean, what does he say apart from �It�s not my
fault, bwwhww�� Harry did an exaggerated imitation of Peter cowering and
whinging like they�ve seen him that one evening. Ron found himself not much
entertained by this.

�Harry, he
uses bigger words than Hermione. I have to figure out what the heck he�s
talking about first and then what to make of it.�

�Nah,�
Harry dismissed with his mouth full. �You just have to tell him to keep his big
mouth shut and be done with it. I bet he�ll be in Azkaban tomorrow, you�ll
see.�

Ron
grinned.

�Yeah.�

But he had
the feeling he wouldn�t be done with that, and even if Harry was right and
nothing of this would concern him anymore, for once he wanted to know what was
going on in Peter�s mind. That he shouldn�t have to bother with the ramblings
of a traitor, in that he had to agree with Harry, but now he�d learned so much
he wanted the full story, (apart from a full stomach, which was, after all,
still his highest priority.)

�What will
you do when Sirius really lets you live with him, Harry?�

Harry�s
eyes glazed over and he considered before answering.

�Find out
what it�s like to live with a real family, I guess. And ask him about my
parents. He knows them better than me, I suppose.�

Ron decided
not to admit he knew a lot more about Harry�s parents and his conception than
he ever wanted to know and simply nodded while shovelling down enough food to
disable his ability of speech momentarily. Hermione seemed uncomfortable with
the subject, as she looked around at the people seated close by.

�I hope
Sirius has a house � not something like in Privet Drive, but a real house, like
the Burrow. I could keep stuff � I mean, I�ll be able to spend my money
and keep my possessions, with nobody around to take them away.�

Harry was
happy in his fantasy, and Ron gave a strained smile. I�d love to have money
to spend for starters � not to mention Harry could buy everything again if
something is taken, or he could buy invisibility and shrinking devices for hiding
his stuff from his relatives.

�Could we
perhaps discuss this somewhere else?� asked Hermione. �I don�t like people
trying to catch our heroic plans during dinner.�

�Which
heroic plans?� Harry asked bewildered.

�You should
know what I mean, Harry. If you�re whispering, something important�s going on,
or so others think. You�re Harry Potter, after all. We shouldn�t talk
about things like this down here. Also, Snape�s watching us, seems he�s finally
back on the High Table for meals.�

Harry and
Ron immediately turned around, which caused Hermione to roll her eyes, as it
would now be obvious to Snape they�ve been talking about him.

��Mione,
he�s not watching, he�s glaring.�

�The
ultimative dementor-in-disguise death stare!�

�One day,
his eyes and brows will stay this way and he�ll walk around killing people with
his murderous face accidentally. Mum always said faces can freeze in grimaces.�

�Seems he�s
channeling the spirit of that basilisk you killed last year.�

�I wonder
if he can travel through the walls, too, now.�

�So that�s
how he docks so many points catching Gryffindors out of bed late!�

�With his
heightened vampire senses, he can smell mischief miles away, you know.�

�Must be
hard for his poor nose, we reek of it all the time.�

�That�s
maybe where his bad temper comes from.�

�Understandable,
I get headaches, too, when I remain in the twin�s presence too long.�

�At least
the twins have never been accused of the making of heroic plans.�

�Right,
that�s our speciality.�

�Hermione,
you don�t think � where is she?�

�Ah, you
know how she is. No sense of humour.�

Harry and
Ron grinned at each other and made haste to finish their meal so they could
catch up with Hermione. When they walked up the stairs, however, Ron remembered
something.

��Shit. I
have to talk to Dumbledore again. Now.�

�Why?�

�To tell
him how my little t�te-�-t�te went, I guess. Snape told me I should after
dinner.�

�Wait, you
met Snape? And he didn�t kill you?�

�Well,
considering how he looked at dinner, I�m surprised myself. No, he was � quite normal.
Not normal for Snape, that is, but he acted like any teacher who�d been given
orders to give me orders. Or something like that.�

Harry
remained sceptic.

�And how
exactly was that?�

�Formal. A
bit distant, he told me where to go and what to do, and was out of the room a
second later.�

�Wow! We
have to mark this day on the calendar. You�re sure it was Snape, mate?�

�Not sure,
no. I have to be going, now. See you later, okay?�

�Right.�

Ron turned
and made his way to Dumbledore�s office. He could tell Harry felt excluded, but
his sympathy was limited. Seems it�s me involved in �heroic plans� this
time.

He was not
sure if he was happy about that or not.

�Bwaak.�

Ron found
himself not nervous at all. True, he had no idea what to tell Dumbledore, but
his promise to Peter had been to only tell what he�d been asked and nothing
else. It wouldn�t be difficult to keep. But the spiral staircase brought him to
an empty office. Perhaps he�s still at the feast. Shit, of course he is! I
should go back. But Ron found himself staring at the delicate silver
instruments ticking and clicking on the spindly-legged tables until Dumbledore
arrived.

[Insert
Dumbledore here].

�Oh. Oh,
hello, Sir. I was just waiting for you ��

�No
problem, my boy. Sit down, please?� Dumbledore walked around his desk and
settled into the armchair.

�Am I right
assuming you�ve come here to talk about your last visit to Mr. Pettigrew?�

Ron,
sitting down, nodded.

�Then tell
me, are you making progress? What did he tell you?�

�Well, he
opens up more. I promised not to tell any details, though, unless you ask me
about something specific.�

Dumbledore
frowned. �Can you tell me of what nature the things you discussed were?�

Ron
considered telling Dumbledore �of sexual nature� but stopped that train of
thought when he realized what that could imply. He blushed slightly.

�Of
personal nature. Of Peter�s school days and his relationship with his friends.
How they grew apart. How he met Evan Rosier. We stopped there, actually, I
don�t really know where he was leading with that.�

�I see.�
Dumbledore stopped to consider that, then asked �Which way does he portray his
friends? In a positive or negative way?�

�In both, I
think. I�m getting a pretty good picture of it, how it was between them. It
feels a lot more real to me than before, when Sirius was telling us what
happened in the shack, to be honest.�

�That�s
good news, but remember that this is only his view, and that he�s not exactly
objective. Also, you can never be sure if he�s telling the truth. Even if, it�s
only what he considers the truth.�

�I know. I
thought I might perhaps talk to Professor Lupin about it, to get a second
opinion.�

�A splendid
idea. You realize we need to make holiday arrangements?�

Ron
shrugged uncomfortably.

�I had
hoped there would be another way to clear Sirius� name, I mean, I don�t know
how to be an influence on Peter. What if I never manage it?�

�If you�re
asking if you have to continue those meetings, then no, you don�t. It�s your
choice, and I won�t force you. But he is the only evidence we have, and
if he�s denying it will be difficult to convince the judges, if it even comes
to a trial, though I suppose it would. I myself am working with the ministry,
you know. And there are several people working on looking for evidence of Peter�s
guilt, or anything that might help this case. We don�t rely solely on you, if
that was your concern.�

�It was. I
suppose I�ll continue, it�s just that I�m not sure if it�s of any use. And how
will it work, at home? What do I tell my parents? Do they know?�

Dumbledore
sighed gravely.

�They
don�t, and I�d rather they not find out. You realize this is a highly dangerous
subject, and it�s very hard to prove our point, so even if your family does
believe what we know, they can�t openly talk about it. The more people know
about this, the more dangerous it is. If the ministry finds out I know the
whereabouts of Sirius Black, I�d either go to Azkaban or find myself fighting
aurors. I want to prevent both scenarios, you understand.�

Ron nodded.

�I guess I
can live with them not knowing, at least if it�s temporary. But how am I going
to let him transform without risking his escape? And what if anyone catches me
with him?�

Again, Ron
had to fight indecent associations. Must be puberty starting. I remember
times when I was not constantly thinking about sex. Or it�s Peter�s bad
influence.

Dumbledore
didn�t answer right away, but rummaged under his desk. �This here,� he told
Ron, holding up a small collar, �has the same effect as the cage. If he tries
to turn into a human, it won�t transform with him, and strangle him. However,
you will be able to enlarge it to talk to him, and shrink it back again. I�d
like to ward it against other�s magic, to ensure nobody except you and me are
able to do so.�

Ron nodded,
intrigued. Enlarging and shrinking so simple an object was something a
first-year was able to do, and warded there would be no chance Pettigrew
escaped with someone else�s help. It was a perfect solution.

�You need
to touch the collar with your hand for me to make the wards recognise you.�

Ron
complied.

�Oh, and
the leash, of course.�

Dumbledore
pulled out a leash from beneath a stack of parchment and wrapped Ron�s hand
around it, then added his own. He cast the spell wordless, but blue sparks
formed at the tip of his wand and slowly merged into cold flames that licked
along collar, leash and hands

�These have
some � interesting charms implemented, too,� Dumbledore remarked.

�You can
choose a spell or any word that will cause this to cast a light stinging hex at
the one wearing it. You should make it a word unlikely to come up in any
conversation, though it�s likely it will only work when intended.�

Hagrid
would disapprove of this kind of disciplinary measure, Ron thought, then smiled. Filch
would not. Ron noticed the Headmaster was smiling at him kindly and
remembered he was expected to answer. He searched his mind for a suitable
spell, but none sprung to his mind. Smiling apologetically at Dumbledore, he
suddenly had it.

�Lemon
drop.�

�Sure, have
one.� Dumbledore pushed the jar in his direction.

�No, I
mean, yes, thanks, but I meant as trigger phrase for the stinging hex thing.�

�Excellent!�
Dumbledore beamed and lifted his wand. �Say it again after I do this.� He
showed a waggling wand movement.

Ron, who
had just put a lemon drop in his mouth, had to swallow it quickly to comply, as
Dumbledore didn�t wait for his confirmation.

�Lemon
drop,� he exclaimed on cue, desperately fighting the violently sour taste in
his throat.

Dumbledore,
of course, noticed.

�According
to muggle chemists, a base would neuter the acid,� the headmaster hintet
cheerfully.

�What?�

�You should
eat soap, if the sour taste bothers you.�

Dumbledore
smiled and Ron had a hard time figuring out whether he was serious or not. He
decided he wouldn�t follow this suggestion in either case. After a short
uncomfortable silence (uncomfortable for Ron, Dumbledore seemed to enjoy the
display of Ron�s thought process on his face immensely), Ron dared to change
the subject.

�Well � am
I done here, then?�

�You are,
my boy,� Dumbledore nodded cheerfully.

Ron stood
up. �I�ll be going then.�

�As you
wish. But Ron?�

�Yes?�

�Don�t
forget your own friends over all this.�

Ron thought
about that on his way back, and decided he had neglected his friends a
bit. When he spotted them in the common room, he decided to forget about Peter
for a while to spend some quality time.

When he
approached them in the common room, they stopped their conversation and wore
the kind of welcoming smile that told Ron they�ve been talking about him. He
found he didn�t care much.

�What�s
up?� he asked in a way of greeting, sitting down with them.

�Ron, what
does Snape have to do with Pettigrew?� Hermione asked without preambel.

Ron groaned
inwardly. The one time I�m looking for distraction, she gives in to her
insatiable curiosity. I swear she did that deliberately to catch me off guard.

�Well, he�s
hosting the interview room,� he answered. �And he puts a monitoring spell on me
to make sure I�m in no danger when I�m in there. That�s all.�

Hermione
looked sceptic, Harry on the verge of panic.

�Snape puts
you under a spell?�

�Yeah.
[insert spell here] or something like that. It�s to tell Snape if I�m in
danger.�

�Err, Ron
�,� Hermione started cautiously. �you really shouldn�t let people cast spells
on you without knowing what exactly it does.�

Ron shrunk
back, alarmed. �Why?�

�Well, this
particular spell requires the consent of the subject it is cast on, and it
doesn�t monitor, like Snape apparently told you, but transmits your
sensorical input to the caster.�

�Which
means?�

�He can
hear what you hear, see what you see, and feel what you feel.�

�He can
WHAT?� Ron shrieked, and was immediately shushed by the others. Several people
in the common room turned to look curiously, and he reddened.

�Let�s go
upstairs.�

They
hurried into their dorm, only shortly delayed by Harry and Hermione clearing
their their table, and settled on and around Harry�s bed. Ron took a deep
breath to calm down.

�He
controls my feelings? And listens to everything that�s said?� he said, much
more quietly now.

�He doesn�t
control anything.� Hermione lectured. �And with feelings, I mean stuff like
temperature and pain, but also pulse rate and similar things. He can�t know if
you�re agitated because you�re angry or happy, because that�s the interpretation
of your physical perception by your brain.�

�Still!�

Ron was, to
say the least, shocked. This, he thought, makes it much more
understandable why Snape�s behaving so strange � if he heard everything but
doesn�t want me to know �

Hermione,
having finished her speech, looked at him worriedly.

�Ron, I
don�t want you to go down there again. Dumbledore shouldn�t have sent you there
in the first place.�

�I won�t,�
Ron assured her.

If I
can�t tell them what we talk about, then there�s no need to tell them I talk to
him at all. And it won�t be in Snape�s store room anyway, so I�m not even
lying.

�Really,
Dumbledore said they don�t solely rely on me.�

Harry
pondered that.

�Shouldn�t
you, though? I mean, without Snape spying on you, but, after all, it�s about
Sirius� innocence.�

Harry got
an angry glance from Hermione, but Ron had to agree that this was probably more
important to Harry than to him.

�I do
have reached an agreement with Dumbledore on how to continue those �
interrogations over the holidays. And Snape�s not involved in any way. Really.�

Ron let
himself fall back on Harry�s bed, but sat up again the next moment.

�You know,
this really has me traumatized. I need to deal with it, immediately. Anyone in
for a game of chess?�

They
laughed and nodded their consent.

Chess, Ron thought, always has the advantage of
winning. It wasn�t that he was particular smug about it, but knowing that
there was something he was better at than Hermione often did wonders for his
self-esteem. It also gave them something to talk about, as they usually started
discussing moves and strategies after a few games. Harry, who wasn�t that fond
of chess to begin with, sometimes managed to find new uses for the board and
the chessmen and spent the time Ron was debating with Hermione trying to teach
the pieces a new set of rules.

�Should I tell him it�s no use? I got the board from Charly � they
barely listen to me.�

Hermione followed the negotiations with interest.

�Sounds like he�s aiming for a variant of monopoly,� she observed.

�Mono-what?�

�It is,� Harry confirmed. �It�s a muggle game, you wouldn�t know it �
oh. You would, Hermione.�

�I play it with my parents sometimes. Do you?�

�You play games with your parents?� Harry asked surprised, apparently
trying to wrap his head around that concept and struggling not to show envy.

�I�ve nicked the instructions manual when moving into Dud�s second
bedroom. I played agaist myself a bit, but never had the chance to try it with
others. And now they don�t want to be hotels,� he accused the castles. Hermione
snickered.

�It wouldn�t have worked out anyway � we have no prison and no cards.�

Ron grinned, though he wasn�t sure what to make of this game.

��Do we need them, though? Look,
if I buy all the white squares on this side � hey, why don�t you just
transfigure the board?�

Ron, alarmed by that turn of the conversation, snatched away the
chessboard before they could start to alter it experimentally. To his relief,
Harry answered: �Because I�m not endued with your superhuman transfiguration skills.
It�s not something McGonagall showed us how to do in class.�

Hermione sighed. �Just watch and learn.�

She lifted her wand and turned to the spot where the chess board had
been, stopped dead and then grinned sheepishly.

�Sorry, Ron. Perhaps I should just transfigure a simple piece of
parchment?� she stated questioningly.

�What a splendid idea,� he replied sweetly.

The series of spells she used to turn the parchment into solid paper
board first and to extensively colour it next posed no problem for Hermione,
however, as she and Harry tried to explain the rules to Ron, he lost his nerve
soon.

�I�m never going to learn this! And why the hell do I play with a
flat iron?�

AN: Can you
guess what I�ve planned for the leash and collar? I dare say you can �

If you
don�t know Monopoly or have played a special edition or one of those with
stupid plastic pieces, originally you have game pieces such as ship, hat,
horseman, cannon, flat iron and so on.

Also,
excuse my [insert � here] � I had those everywhere and didn�t manage to get rid
of all of them. I will rewrite this when I�m finished, until then � bear with
me.
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