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Don't Let The Whirlwind Pass By	By : starstruck86 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Ron Views: 5611 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Severus looked at himself in the mirror as he dressed, slim
fingers working effortlessly over the buttons of his black formal robes, his
eyes never leaving the imposing figure he cut in the looking glass.

His face was pale, his hair straight, washed and long,
flattening against his shoulders as they moved to do up the many clasps. He
tugged on his cuffs, straightening the shirtsleeves beneath his robes, and
broadened his chest slightly.

Well, I�ve seen worse.
It�ll have to do.

Looking at his narrow features made Severus think of overt
thinness, and that took his mind to Ron, the way he had looked starved when
they had first met.

How things changed in
a year.

Sighing, Severus took a step back from the mirror and
turned, casting a wary eye over his back and buttocks, checking that his robes
cascaded as they should all the way down to the carpet.

And then he sat down on the edge of the bed and put his face
in his hands, pressing the heels of his palms into his closed eyes. Signature
black was what his duties of the day called for, he was lucky he could work it.

Time had flown by unbelievably fast.

It had been a year to the day that he and Ron had woken up,
tangled around one another, smelling of sex and contentment. He remembered the
stiffness in his joints from the way they�d laid together on the hard stairs
for at least an hour after their reunion lovemaking. On rainy days he bitterly swore
his hips were still suffering for it.

It had therefore been a year to the day that he had stumbled
downstairs to make them breakfast in bed to pick up the morning paper and have
his stomach drop out. He had flown back up the stairs and wordlessly shoved the
sheaf of parchment at Ron, unable to find the devastating words with which to
explain.

The redhead�s cover, which should have been so simply kept,
had been shattered. The night that they had spent entwined, kissing, and
grunting, exploring every inch of one another�s bodies, there had been a
carefully executed raid on the whorehouse which Ron had then only recently
left.

It was a year to the very day that the old, spiteful hag
that ran the establishment shouted to the assembled reporters on her arrest
that Ronald Weasley, returned boy hero, had been her number one whore for two
whole years.

Severus didn�t think his mind would ever let him forget the
look of horror which crossed over the redhead�s face; the way the blood
bleached out of his skin as though he had slashed his arteries like Severus had
so feared him doing. The tears had welled up, fallen, been replaced, splashed
on the cheap parchment like a waterfall until it was a soggy mess, much like
the man that had made it so.

The happiness they had attained in one night seemed to
dissipate like snow beneath the sun�s glare. Severus remembered how he had
climbed onto the very bed that currently sat upon, and held the shaking wreck
in his arms, stroking his flaming hair as if it would do any good. He had often
wondered what Ron would look like as he cried, but as he saw the painfully
swollen eyes and dripping cheeks, he wished he had never been granted his
chance to be party to such sorrow.

If nothing had been cemented between them before, Ron had
looked up amidst the flow of agony and shame, and whispered the words which had
sent Severus spiralling over the edge of the precipice he had been so wilfully
clinging to all his life.

�I can�t do this
alone.�

Merely remembering it sent his heart into an off-rhythm
beat, hearing the fear in those words. Severus had always understood that fear
completely. For some reason, the woman had never named him, but Ron immediately
assumed that Severus would run from him, merely because anybody who knew them,
anyone who knew about his return, would read between the lines and conclude the
truth: that Severus Snape had found Ronald Weasley in a whorehouse, and used
him for a time.

Ron had whispered that he was sorry, over and over, that he
had inadvertently blown Severus� great sexuality secret, but sitting holding
him, Severus couldn�t even consider it as a problem. All that mattered, all
that would ever matter, he had realised at that moment, was making the man he
held in his arms feel safe, warm and happy �everything the whorehouse and his
past had robbed from him.

And if that meant love, then Severus had been willing to
sacrifice his heart to it. He would even have wielded the knife.

So, of course, he had.

The past year had been wrought with tension and hurt, written
in everything from seeing Ron�s eyes widen with every received letter of hate
from the public, to being spat on in the street by an ex-client, to the man
facing investigation for his old employment.

Severus had never admitted it out loud, but the redhead had
escaped Azkaban by the skin of his teeth, saved only by his direct connection
to the Minister for Magic. The mere thought made him want to heave. Ron, as he
had stood then �six foot two of skin and bone, jangling nerves and worried
eyes, that Ron would barely have survived five minutes in the middle of the
freezing North Sea.

And then there had been the familial explanations, the look
on Molly Weasley�s face when she realised that her
little boy had been fucking his way through Knockturn�s
most salubrious inhabitants. Furthering that, there were the revelations of his
sexuality, and then, as raspberries on top of the cheesecake, the fact that he
had chosen to fall in love with a man who had once been on his slice of the
whorehouse nightly client sheet. Severus had been there through it all, burning
deeply with his own shame and never once letting it show on his face, forcing
himself to focus on supporting Ron.

Taking a deep breath, Severus pressed into his eyeballs once
more, and released the air again. His day was not going to be an easy one. He
wished that he could hide beneath his duvet like a scared child, and not acknowledge
the fact of what was happening.

He forced his hands away from his eyes and looked down at
his black-clad legs, his expression glum.

Everyone will be
there, and it�s so hard to face them, even now�

Wondering if age and circumstance had finally withered him
to the point where he could no longer face society, Severus pushed up off the
bed and walked to the side, picking up the pillow which smelt of rose and
vanilla. He hugged it to his chest and lost himself in
the aroma, wondering how his year would have gone had the first whore he had
frequented never taken the initiative to end his own life.

How many times,
Severus; it is terribly macabre to thank someone for offing themselves purely
because it brought you love you thought unimaginable!

A gentle smile spread on his lips as he gave the pillow a
squeeze. And then there was a voice behind him, and he guiltily dropped it.

�Oh, for God�s sake, Severus,� Ron stood in the doorway, his
hands on his hips. �Are you still fucking whinging because you have to stand up
in front of your godson�s friends and family and say a few words at his
wedding?�

Severus scowled, chasing away the horrible memories of the
past year. Ron stood before him almost a transformed figure. There was a nearly
rosy glow in his fuller cheeks, his body was filled out in all the right ways,
and his hair was deliciously long. Stood in elegant robes of blue, his own
signature hue which matched his sapphire eyes, the twenty-four-year-old looked
a physical vision of vitality.

It was enough to make Severus smirk in reply. �No, merely
recounting over the year is all. I am perfectly prepared for my speech.�

�Did you put in that part about �pretentious little wanker
at school�?� Ron asked hopefully, his eyebrows lifting.

�No,� Severus swaggered towards him, a disapproving look on
his face. He slid his palms over Ron�s waist and pulled him close. �I doubt
such a thing would go down well on such a joyful occasion.�

�There, you said it,� Ron jabbed him in the chest with an
index finger. �A joyful occasion. So
why do you look like you�re going to a funeral?�

�I do believe the colour black has a bad name,� Severus
narrowed his eyes. �And that it should be aired on every occasion to better
improve its fortune.�

�You�re full of shit,� Ron snorted, and leant in to kiss him
gently.

In that kiss, Severus found everything that the past year
had made Ron. It was firm and manly, yet at the same time wonderfully soft.

�It�s because I�ve spent a year listening to your bloody
awful claptrap analogies,� Severus informed him.

A year of learning, a
year of learning how a proper relationship works, seeing as it�s the first one
you�ve ever had�

Severus was so relieved that they had both come through it
in tact that he couldn�t even bring himself to be ashamed that up until his
mid-forties he had never been loved enough for someone to decide to date him.
Ron teased him frequently, and the man�s brothers did worse, but it was water
off Severus� back after the trying year.

Neither of them were what anybody would call well. Severus
never voiced the opinion, due to supreme tact retained from his years of
serving a highly volatile master in the Dark Lord, but he wasn�t sure that Ron
would ever be completely well. But no
matter how many times he had to provide his shoulder, how many times he
listened to and sympathised about how the healers treated Ron like a maniac,
Severus knew he would never tire of what they stood doing in the doorway to his
bedroom. And he hoped that Ron would never tire of him, either; never tire of
his insecurity, of his inability to see the good in himself, of his fear of
trusting and his hesitancy in loving Ron as freely as he wanted to.

He lowered his head and kissed a sloppy trail along Ron�s jawline, dripping down onto his throat and causing the
redhead to tip his head back with a long, low moan.

�Sev-erus,� he breathed, trying to break away, but the older man�s
arms prevented him from doing so. �We can�t, the wedding��

�Is an hour away,� Severus didn�t remove his lips from the
soft flesh and nipped playfully.

�Look, you randy old sod, your godson will never forgive you
if you miss this, it�s bad enough that Malfoy Tosser
Senior was too unwell to make the trip� don�t hurt him this way because you
can�t control yourself.�

Huffing, Severus straightened, his eyes glittering with
mischief. �I wonder of all the things we could do in an hour�� he drawled.

�We will travel to the Manor, I will make sarcastic comments
about the peacocks and Draco overcompensating something,� Ron waggled his eyebrows, �And then he will get
married. And you will do your bloody job of walking Narcissa
down the aisle.�

�You don�t allow me any fun,� Severus sighed desolately.

�Oh, pull the other one,� Ron muttered, and turned away, but
Severus yanked him back into a searing kiss. �Mmph,
fuck it��

Severus smirked against his lips as he felt Ron�s erection
through his robes. �I want to ask you something,� he swiped one last time with
his tongue.

�For the hundredth time, my mother does not have any more embarrassing baby photos,� Ron growled
menacingly.

�Not that you know of,� Severus dismissed him
condescendingly. �But no, my enquiry was of a much more� domestic nature,
actually.�

�Do go on,� Ron sighed and leant against the door frame,
folding his arms over his chest and crossing his ankles.

Severus took pause to drink in the willowy frame.

�I think I am in need of a promise to make this blasted day of
overblown ceremony better,� he lifted his chin and looked Ron dead in the eyes.
�We�ve been together a year now��

Ron�s face softened and he gave a tiny, almost imperceptible
nod.

The year had been rough on him. If one more stranger told
him that Harry Potter would have been disgusted with him, he thought he might
actually break down in the street and cry. Despite the fact he knew very
differently, that Harry had only ever wanted him safe, the painful words cut
Ron every time they lashed like a whip.

He had not felt Harry since the last night in his old flat,
and he missed him terribly. He had only ever confessed to Severus about the
spiritual presence of his deceased best friend, and miraculously the man had
never treated him like he deserved to be committed, which was kinder than some
of his healers had managed, and they were the professionals.

�Yeah, I know,� Ron murmured.

�Well, I think that it�s high time that we move on.�

�What?� Ron gasped, his face blanching white. �You mean, you�re break-�

�Oh, Godric�s balls, no, you bloody pessimist,� Severus reached out a placating hand to counter the droll
sarcasm in his tone. �No, Ron. I was actually about to ask if you would like to
finally abandon your Chudley Cannons infested childhood bedroom, and officially
move in� with me. And the cat, of course, seeing as she loves
you far more than she loves me.�

Ron swayed, momentarily stunned at the offer Severus had
made. It was hardly fast, they had known each other for a year, seen each other
nearly every single day of the three hundred and sixty five, and Ron already
spent more time in the tiny little cottage in Sussex than he cared to chart for
keeping his dignity.

�Say something,� Severus urged him, reaching up to brush
Ron�s fringe out of his eyes, nerves beginning to take hold of his stomach.

�Yes,� Ron blinked, and grabbed Severus in his arms. �Fucking yes.�

Severus kissed him, deeply and soulfully, massaging one hand
at the nape of Ron�s neck. Ron responded with such enthusiasm that he made the
tall man stagger backwards into the bedroom.

They broke apart at the lips, exchanging a shy, pleasured
glance. Ron closed his eyes and breathed in the tea and honey scent that had
proved his comfort over the last year, even though it came from the most
unexpected source in the world. He kissed again, and again, until he was in
danger of sending his lover backwards onto the bed.

�I wish you didn�t have such a sense of honour,� Severus
looked mournfully behind him at the waiting mattress. �Draco would understand. Slytherins love to be what is known as fashionably late�
only your Gryffindor sense of loyalty has you running to engagements on time.�

Ron looked at Severus and heavily rolled his eyes. �Draco
would have your balls.�

�My balls are yours and yours alone,� Severus raised an
eyebrow, the oft-hidden playful side spilling out of him in his joy of what Ron
had just agreed to do.

Ron smirked. �Fine, Severus,� he approached, slinging his
hips in a way which made his bones ache, and he almost pined for how out of
shape he had become in just a year. He reached out large hands, spread his
fingers, and sent the tall dark man sprawling back onto the duvet.

Black robes billowed outwards, and his hair flopped upwards
with the motion, landing half across his face. Ron leapt on him, pinning him to
the bed.

�You think you can take Draco? My Gryffindor recklessness
can aide your need to be fashionably late.�

He covered Severus� lips with his own and transferred
everything unsaid into the kiss, not just from that morning, but from an entire
year of unfailing support and devotion that Severus had gifted upon him. For
every tear mopped up, every cup of tea made, and more still for every tear and
cup yet to be produced, he poured his thank you into the man�s mouth and
wondered if it would ever be enough. He laced his fingers into silky black hair
and tugged on it, angling Severus� face against his own for a deeper kiss, and
continued orally adoring his slowly mending lover.

It was no surprise that when Severus was released he had the
appearance of being smacked around the head with a bludger.

�What on earth was that in aid of?� He wheezed.

Ron thought for a moment, before replying, �For stretching
out on my grave, and yanking me out of it.�

Severus looked up at him and knew they had stumbled upon one
of �those� moments where neither of them knew what else to say. His heart
thudded beneath his oppressive black robes, and the heat crept up into his
neck.

He did the only the thing he could think of, faced with the
intensity of their surprising union �he kissed the redhead back, and held onto
him tightly.

-fin-

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A/N: Well� ;) Something
in me just couldn�t bear to let those two continue on self-destruct, alone. I
always intended to have them together at the end, a mile or two of the road
travelled but hundreds yet to go. Thank you all so much for your reviews,
ratings and support �and I hope I�ll see you all on the next one. xx
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