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A/N: Here we are, the last chapter.
I hope it�s all been worth it! Enjoy, and thank you all for your reviews and
time!

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I�m a bloody fool.

The derogatory phrase was on repeat though Severus� head.
His fist hurt from all the times he had thumped on Ron�s door, but he had known
after the first three that he was kidding himself. He glanced down at his
watch, which read that it was half past eleven. Ron�s distinct instructions
that he was leaving at nine crashed through his mind again.

I can�t believe I
failed him. He looked so happy last night, and now he�s gone. I really am a
bastard.

Dropping his hand Severus fell against the closed door and
stared bitterly at the corridor. How was he supposed to know that his system
was going to react to the mix of wine, schnapps and vodka by simply conking
out? His alarm had been a tinny annoyance in the distance and he had merely
slept on.

I haven�t overslept in
thirty fucking years and today has to be the one day
that I feel the need to� fuck.

He had not felt disappointment such as what was coursing
through his veins in years. Severus even remembered well the exact moment at
which he had last felt it. Lily�s face outside the Gryffindor common room,
refusing to acknowledge his apology hovered in his mind�s eye. That night he
had given up, dejected with his teenage heart in pieces, and curled up in a
ball on his four-poster in his dormitory, hoping nobody else could hear him
sobbing.

Why is it always a
Gryffindor?

Numbly he pushed off the door, walking down a floor towards
the staffroom, clinging to the last sliver of light that Ron might well have
stayed longer and been drawn into conversation with someone in the communal
room. His hopes weren�t high, but they were all he had.

His head thumped with every step, the cocktail serving him
more punishment than just losing him the man of his interest.

Whatever possessed you
to consume it? Idiot. Nothing that is sunset coloured
is ever going to work out for the better, fool.

Pushing his way into the staffroom he looked around, finding
only one figure, by the window. Sprout. Immediately Severus� face coloured and
he turned to leave, but she called him before he could.

�Oh, Severus,� she sighed, dropping down into his armchair.
�I tried my hardest with you and yet you still had to go and break his heart,
didn�t you?�

�I have not broken
his heart,� Severus dismissed immediately, hoping that he was right and she was
not.

�He certainly didn�t look as though he was joyful this
morning,� she looked at him over the rim of her glasses, a purposefully
intimidating stare. �He looked crushed.�

�It was� last night was simply�� He trailed off. �I am
grateful, Pomona,
for your sneaking tendencies,� he hoped that the use of her first name might
endear her to his cause. �And it was going very well until Ron� understandably,
questioned my staying power and asked me to return this morning.�

�Which you didn�t.�

�Because the cocktail he plugged me with has proved a
stronger sleeping draught than anything I have ever brewed for the purpose,� he
breathed, dropping down into his own armchair, and in an unusual display of
public despair rubbed his hands over his face. �I slept through the alarm, as
soon as I woke up I went, but it was too late.�

�Tragic,� she sighed, settling back in her chair.

�Is that all you have to say?� he asked her bleakly.

�What else is there for
me to say?�

Severus didn�t reply to her but looked at the threadbare
carpet of the staffroom.

Chase him. You made a
mistake, immediately atone for it before he leaves for his holiday this
afternoon.

The voice which prompted most of his better ideas had spoken
and he was tempted to listen to it, but he had no idea where the Weasleys
lived.

�Finally there, are you?� Sprout laughed. �You could have
gone after him half an hour ago.�

�I�m a man,� Severus spat irritably, jumping to his feet.
�And I am also rather heavily hung over. Where do the Weasleys live?�

�I don�t know,� she said with a grimace.

Severus knew his face must have fallen, but then she smiled.

�Look at you,� she pushed herself out of the chair. �You�re
like an excited child, Severus.�

�Pomona,
don�t toy with me-�

�It�s just odd, is all, to see you so eager to see another person. You must
really be suited to him.�

�I don�t know,� Severus shook his head despondently. �Not if
he expects this level of� attention.�

�Maybe he just needs it the once?�

�Do you know where they live?� Severus asked stiffly,
growing increasingly uncomfortable about the conversation.

�Can I give you some advice?� Sprout asked.

�You will anyway,� Severus growled.

�Say please a bit more often, Severus, people always
acquiesce a little easier when you are polite.�

�Please?�

�They live in Ottery St.
Catchpole, Devon, on the eastern outskirts of
the village, in a house named The Burrow.�

�How do you know that?� Severus breathed.

�I know everything,� she smiled smugly. �Now go, please,
before I throw you out of the window.�

Severus wanted to retort that he would be most amused to see
her try, but thought back on her prior words about kindness and settled for
giving her a false smile and curt nod before striding back out of the
staffroom. He didn�t bother to head for his dungeons, he was dressed, he had
his wand, and he needed to see Ron as soon as possible.

Jogging down the steps of the school he tried his hardest to
contain the urge to run down the path to the gates, knowing that Sprout would
be watching from the window and would smile smugly.

Well, as matchmakers
go� seemed the old witch knew what she was doing this time.

With relief, he passed through the gates without having to
make an idiot of himself, and took a few deep breaths. He had no idea what he
was walking in to, what he was going to say to the man he had let down, again,
or how he would make the situation better. All he knew was that he wanted to;
though a feeling of doom in his gut told him his desire would not be enough.

No idea where he was headed, because he had never been to
The Burrow before, he turned into the spot aiming for the village and hoping he
would come out somewhere completely private as not to scare any passing
muggles.

As it happened, when he straightened, settling his hair from
the apparition, his eyes looked up at a teetering house which had several
levels. A wooden sign with black letters proclaimed his destination, but he was
too busy staring at the house. He had, of course, heard all the school
playground taunts about the Weasleys� lack of money, Draco Malfoy had often
commented on their house to wind Ron up.

Why on earth do you
remember that?

Having no idea, Severus walked a few steps and his eyes fell
to the orchard, the chickens and other assorted animals wandering around the
yard surrounding the house. He didn�t know why, but he had expected to find
something different; the end of the war and Arthur Weasley�s
promotion saw that the family was no longer in financial difficulty,
Severus remembered reading about his rise in the Ministry under Kingsley
Shacklebolt.

He neared the house and realised that to get to Ron, he was
probably going to have to knock on the front door without knowing exactly who
was in there.

Which
is actually a godsend. If you
send a Patronus, there is the very great chance he will ignore it to spite you.
In front of his mother he will be forced to act politely.

Smirking slightly at the way he was trapping the redhead
into agreeing to talk with him, Severus pocketed his wand and rapped on the
first door he could find, surrounded by wellington boots as he stood on the
porch. If there was one thing to be said for the end of the war, it was that he
could knock on somebody�s door, a member of the Order, and no longer be met
with a scowl. It was certainly a relief as Molly Weasley pulled open her front
door with one hand and held onto a child with the other.

�Severus?� her voice was full of shock. �What on earth are
you doing here? Come in, come in��

Severus gave her a thankful look and crossed over the
threshold into the Weasley kitchen, and was assaulted by the mad colour, the
clustered walls and what smelt like delicious baking from the stove.

�Sorry, we�re a bit mad today,� she breathed. �George?!�

�What?!�

�I need you!� she yelled, shifting the child year old on her
hip, who, Severus noticed, did not have red hair, but pale blonde curls.
�Sorry,� she smiled at him. �This is my granddaughter, Dominique, she�s Bill�s
and I am babysitter extraordinaire.�

�Mum, talking to yourself makes you ma- oh,� George tramped
into the kitchen with what looked like a fake sword tucked into the belt of his
jeans and a tin foil crown on his head. �Why is the man that cut off my ear in
our kitchen?�

�George, don�t be rude!�

Severus shuddered inwardly seeing the cursed grey patch of
skin half-hidden by George�s hair, which he must have grown for the purpose.
The last living Weasley twin looked much thinner than he last remembered, and
thought back to what Ron had said the night before about him being so shocked
that George had suggested the holiday.

�I came to see if I could have a word with Ron?� Severus
said quietly, looking between them.

�Heh, good luck,� George took the
toddler which his mother handed to him and groaned slightly. �Uncle Ronnie has
been in the worst mood ever since he
came home, hasn�t he? He wouldn�t play princesses and dragon hunters with us
and Vic, would he?� he asked the little girl who shook
her head with a sombre face.

�I�ll bear that in mind,� Severus tried not to wince as the
missing ear walked past again as George vacated the kitchen.

�Sorry about him, and the ear comment,� Molly made a face.

�I deserved far worse,� Severus nervously folded his hands
in front of him. �So where may I find Ron?�

�Godric only knows, George wasn�t lying about his mood,� she
bustled to the kettle. �Tea?�

�No, just Ron, if you can find him?�

How fucking dire does
that sound? Why don�t you make a big banner and say �I want to plough your son
till he cannot walk�. Jesus.

�I think he�s in his room, right at the top of the house,�
Molly looked up at the ceiling. �Head on up, but I can�t make any promises of
the state of his room, he might be twenty-four but he still acts like he�s
fifteen in some aspects!�

What, you�re just
going to let an ex-Death Eater walk through your family home, and what�s more,
get me to knock on his bedroom door?! Are you mad, woman?

But, apparently, Molly Weasley really was either mad or
simply very trusting now that the war was over, as she gave him an expectant
smile and nodded him towards the stairs.

�Thank you,� he said quietly, and turned, ducking beneath the low doorway to
head up the stairs.

The Weasley family home was nothing like he had ever seen in
his life; a continual mish-mash of everything,
colours, carpets, pictures on the walls, painted children�s pictures, some of
which were years old and barely visible in faded paint. Severus got the feeling
that they would never be taken down. There was an overwhelming sense of family
in the haphazard building and he immediately felt out of place. Severus did not
know family like these people had; he knew relative familial poverty, but he
knew nothing of an atmosphere where that could be overcome by being together.

Another reason why you
are so very wrong for this man�

His legs were aching by the time he got to the top of the
house, and when only one door came into view, a nameplate on it written in a
childish hand, proclaiming that it was Ronald�s Room and that Fred and George
were to keep out, his chest filled with warmth.

It seemed a little early in their relationship, if it could
be called that, for Severus to be viewing Ron�s childhood bedroom, but he had
no other option. Still without the faintest clue what he was going to say to
make up for his actions, he raised his fist, and rapped on the door.

***

The room seemed impossibly small after his stay at Hogwarts,
with a bedroom, living room and a kitchenette all to himself. But Ron had
turned down his mother�s offer of Bill and Charlie�s old room, which was now
free, and returned to the space where he had endured so many teenage strops. It
seemed fitting that he should return there again when he was in one as an
adult.

He had tried to be polite for his family; his mother had
been absolutely thrilled to see him on the doorstep and hadn�t let him go for a
whole ten minutes. George, too, had been excited and pleased to see him. But
Ron had never been the best at hiding his bad moods, from anybody, and after
the initial pleasantries had been over, his face had fallen and they were
asking why.

Because that fucking
prick didn�t show, that�s why.

Ron looked down at the letter half-written on his tiny desk,
which he could barely remember using as a kid. He didn�t know why he�d written
what he had, he knew it would be a bad idea to send it, and Alex would read it
and either invite him back to Romania
or say no. Ron didn�t know which outcome he would prefer.

The outcome you wanted
was Severus banging on your door bright and early this morning to fuck you into
the sofa before you left. That was the ending you wanted.

�Yeah well he�s a twat,� Ron muttered under his breath,
throwing himself down on his bed and picking up his long-loved teddy bear in
his arms. His mother had tried to smuggle it into his bags just before he left
for Hogwarts the first time at the age of eleven, but there was no way he was
letting Fred and George get wind of that. She had tried it again just before he
had left to teach there.

Burying his nose in the worn fur of the bear, he continued
to sulk, wondering if he should tell George to find another person to go on
holiday with. He knew he would be awful company.

Just then there was a knock on his door and he frowned.

Nobody in this damned
house knocks.

�What?� he shouted moodily through the door.

It swung open, his jaw dropped, and Severus entered his
childhood bedroom looking extremely pale and rather ill. The man said nothing
as he shut the door quietly behind him, but then explained, �Your mother said
you might be up here.�

�Why� what are you doing here?� Ron forgot that he was
cuddling a bear and simply stared dumbly at Severus.

�I know I�m late,� Severus spoke quickly. �But I� I don�t
know whether you will find it amusing to know that this morning was the first
time I have ever slept through an alarm since the age of ten? It must have been
the cocktails, but please, let me apologise-�

�Why are you here?� Ron cut through him, struggling off the
bed onto his feet.

And yet, you are still
cuddling the damned teddy bear! Give it up!

�You know why I�m here,� Severus� voice was a plea, despite
how strong he sounded. �You knew I would come back this morning� I am a little,
ah, fashionably late, but I�m here.�

�So you really�� Ron trailed off, his eyebrows furrowing.

�It is what you asked me to do, or were you so drunk you
cannot remember issuing the request?� Severus arched an eyebrow.

�I remember.�

�So why do you look as though you�ve been stunned?�

Because,
as stroppy as I�ve been all morning, I never expected you to turn up. Fuck, how do I say that?

�Ah, you�you really didn�t believe that I would come, did
you, Ron?�

�No,� Ron swallowed, and turned to place the bear on the
bed. �I�ve got to confess that I didn�t.�

�And why not?�

�Because� you ran away last time, and I didn�t think� I sort
of wonder what�s going on in your head, whether maybe�� he blushed and looked
down at the worn carpet of his bedroom. �Maybe you like what you see, but when
you get close, nothing else is right so you run away.�

Severus was quiet then, watching him with an unreadable
expression on his face. Ron was surprised when, all of a sudden, the man took a
long stride across the room and took him up in his arms.

There was nothing, absolutely nothing
which could have lifted Ron more at that moment, and nothing that could have
made him more willing to forgive, than the hot kiss Severus swept him up in.
Somehow he even found himself hauled up onto tiptoes, his body completely
flattened against Severus� in the force of the crush. When he was released he
staggered backwards, fingers flying to his lips.

�I don�t know where that came from,� Severus whispered, and
opened his mouth, probably to apologise, Ron guessed.

He cut him off by grabbing the front of his robes and
pulling him in for another kiss, reminiscent of the way they had snogged behind the greenhouses earlier that week.

Snogged, yes, I snogged Severus Snape. That sounds so wrong but so
fucking hot.

Ron realised he was moaning loudly into the kiss and broke
off, embarrassed, but soft fingers suddenly plunged into his hair and, somehow,
he knew that meant Severus had enjoyed it. Moving his face a fraction of an
inch away, he looked into the dark eyes and saw them still tired, slightly bloodshot.
But mainly, they were just scared.

And Ron couldn�t comprehend that maybe those eyes were
scared at the thought of losing him.
He just couldn�t. He was Ron Weasley, the redhead with a temper, Harry Potter�s
best friend, nobody�s first choice but would do when Harry wasn�t there to open
a Ministry Ball, awards ceremony or cheese and wine night.

�Doubting?� Severus asked awkwardly, his eyes falling down
to their joined chests.

�Do you blame me?� Ron whispered. �I�m not
doubting you� I�m doubting why you�d want me,
is all.�

�You see yourself as the problem?�

Ron nodded and felt the need to squish the slender man, all
skin and bones in his arms, a little tighter. A delicious tiny groan caught in
the back of Severus� throat and Ron knew that if the onslaught came again, as
it had the night before in his office, he would not be able to restrain
himself, and nor did he want to.

So he was somewhat disappointed when Severus brushed a
lingering kiss over his lips and then broke out of the hold, stepping back
against the wall and causing several Cannons players to leap out of the poster
behind him, yelling indignantly. Severus ignored it. His eyes were on the
carpet again and Ron waited, but nothing was spoken. In fact, the man stared so
hard, and so long, that Ron wondered if he had slipped into a trance.

�What does this mean?�

�What does what mean?�

�What we have between us,� Severus didn�t look up. �I� do
not laugh, but I have not done this in a long time, and even then, it was not
very often.�

�So long since you�ve had sex you�re wondering if there have
been any ground shaking changes?� Ron asked.

Severus threw him a filthy look, �If you want to be crass
about it, then yes.�

�Nothing�s changed; you still fuck, sweat, grunt, kiss and pass out on each other afterward.�

�Nice to know some things in life are constant, then,�
Severus sighed, and walked to the window to look out at the view of the
orchard.

Too late Ron realised that this took the man over his desk,
where the letter to Alex was open for him to read if he looked down. And, of
course, because the man was Severus Snape, and the man Ron so very much wanted,
of course he looked down, caught the
header, and reached for it.

�What�s this?� his voice was tense.

�I didn�t think you wanted me,� Ron breathed.

�So you were going to find somebody who did?�

Ron didn�t have to answer that and he waited for either the
explosion or the slamming of the door, but neither came. Severus merely placed
the parchment back down on the desk and went back to looking out of the window.

�You were willing to give up on me so easily?� he asked
after a while.

�I never expected you to come,� Ron moved closer to him.
�You have to admit, it was likely that you wouldn�t�. I just thought that if he
was still interested� I know he loves me.�

Severus turned back to look at him. �And that�s what you�re
looking for, is it?�

�What, love?� Ron flushed and chewed on his lip. �Yeah,
eventually, isn�t that what everyone�s looking for?�

�I wasn�t,� Severus said simply, and then he perched himself
on the edge of Ron�s bed.

Somehow, it wasn�t a surprise to Ron, that
the usually cold man who seemed incredibly private would not be searching for
love.

�But if it came anyway?� Ron asked nervously.

�Then� that would be a bridge to be crossed as and when,�
Severus looked at the opposite wall, though Ron could tell he wasn�t
particularly concentrating on anything.

�So where does that leave us?�

Severus got to his feet again, and Ron got the impression
that the Potions Master was feeling increasingly uncomfortable in his bedroom,
in the small confined space.

And, so�what do
Weasleys do to make people comfortable in their home? We�re accommodating.

Somehow Ron knew his mother�s version of accommodating with
a cup of tea and a chocolate biscuit wasn�t going to cut it with Severus Snape,
he would need something far stronger.

Too soon, too soon,
too soon, too soon, in your parents� house, too soon, too soon�

The words were chant in his mind but he ignored them as he
took one step across the floor, wrapped his arms around Severus� waist, and
fell down onto the bed, pulling Severus with him.

There was very little that Severus could do to stop him when
Ron threw his legs up around the trim waist and gripped tightly, digging his
socked heels into the firm backside he knew lingered beneath the oppressive
black robes.

And then they were kissing, not just ordinary kissing, but a
lip lock which had teeth clashing, tongues battling and throats moaning with
pleasure. At some point, they began to rut against one another, vying for the
most friction they could make whilst their cocks grew steadily harder in their
trousers.

�I have wanted you for so long.�

Ron would never have pegged those words for coming from
Severus� lips but he knew for sure that they did, they tickled his own as they
were spoken against them. He moaned and finally gave up his fight, letting
Severus dominate his mouth and wrestle his wrists into submission above his
head.

�Fuck yessss,� Ron breathed,
thrusting up with his hips.

�We never solved�� Severus attacked the skin of his throat
with vigour, �We never solved the issue of which of us would top��

Ron writhed, enjoying fighting against the man�s physical
restraint, and thought about it. Severus� frame was thin but also wiry, and he
wanted nothing more than to strip him of all his clothes and inspect every
single last inch. But he also knew that, when it came to it, the blood boiling
in his veins was pumping because the thought of being dominated by the man sent
him wild. He wanted Severus to kiss him, he wanted Severus to touch him, he
wanted Severus� sinful mouth to lick every single centimetre of his flesh, he
wanted the man to taste his cock and moan around it, he wanted to be wrung of
every single last ounce of strength he had within his twenty-four-year-old
body.

And he wanted Severus to be the one to do it.

�I�ll bottom,� he breathed desperately, pushing up with his
hands and managing to dislodge Severus whilst he was shocked over the almost
instantaneous submission. Gripping the back of the black robes, Ron ground them
tighter together, causing tiny white sparks to fly at the edges of his vision
from the immense pressure in his prick. �Please, get� clothes off��

Severus dragged him up to sitting and began clawing at the
muggle t-shirt he was wearing, lifting it up over his head and sending his hair
into madness. Dark eyes widened as they took in his body and Ron flushed.
Slender fingers shot out and massaged his nipple piercing, making him gasp and
tilt his head back to look at the ceiling. The little metal bar shifted back
and forth, over and over, until every sensory nerve in his body seemed to be gathered
there. And then there was a surreptitious little lick; Ron nearly flooded his
pants with come from that alone.

The fingers moved to his jeans then and worked them off,
hastily tugging and causing the fabric to burn his thighs, but Ron didn�t care.
Severus� urgency meant the world to him, and made him feel adored, and when he
finally lay back, completely naked, cock jutting in proud arousal from his
groin, his breathing was rash with anticipation.

Those slender, talented hands began to map out his body,
smoothing over his belly, his chest, his arms and hands, transferring to his
thighs and gliding down his shins, over the tops of his feet and flexing the
soles. They crept up the inside of his thighs and tickled at his sac before one
of them finally, finally caressed
over his desperate cock.

***

Severus knew he was losing control. The redhead lay flat out
on his back, his legs flung wide, his groin a buffet
of everything Severus had lusted over for the entire school year. He couldn�t
rip his eyes from the sight Ron made, the way the pale creamy skin, scarred in
places, was so utterly divine there would be nothing
he could ever lay eyes on again which would top it.

Ron�s breathing was understandably laboured as he let
Severus explore him, and he was no fool �Severus knew what was coming next; so
when the request tumbled from Ron�s feverishly hot lips, he handled it with
grace.

�I need to see you naked,� the redhead moaned, and sat up,
reaching for the buttons at the neck of Severus� robes.

Silently they reversed their positions, but as Ron moved
Severus reached out and ghosted his palm down his spine and over his buttocks,
feeling the soft hairs there and softer skin. He couldn�t help but fear that
Ron was about to be severely disappointed in his physique.

But as the redhead uncovered him, button by button, there
was nothing but desire in the sapphire eyes. Each layer of black peeled away
sent a brighter spark into them, Severus noticed, and when his chest was
finally completely free, Ron paused for a single second before pouncing. Wet
kisses were drizzled over his skin, his nipples were licked and sucked, his
belly massaged with care.

Ron continued then, working at the waist of his trousers
with one hand whilst the other tried to contend with the boots which needed
unlacing. Somehow, miraculously, he managed it, and Severus kicked off one as
his trousers popped open. The other soon followed and then Ron had both hands
pulling away the last of his modesty, his underwear running away with his
trousers, and then that was it.

The redhead stopped, his eyes wandering over every patch of
skin he had just uncovered; his unfailing scrutiny made Severus cringe into
himself.

�Don�t,� he murmured, and looked away.

�Why not?� Ron�s large hands
clamped on his ankles and then smoothed right the way up to his groin.

***

Oh sweet Godric I
seriously must be in heaven and in five minutes I�m going to be fucked to
ecstasy and back with a cock the size of� sweet�

Severus was pale, everywhere. There was no denying it. He
was pale everywhere except his cock, which was darker, redder, angrier than the rest of the flesh adorning the extremely
slight frame. Ron�s thumbs were pressed into the crease between groin and
thigh, his other long fingers spread in a web over Severus� hips. There were
scars, many of them, and the remnants of the man�s Dark Mark, but Ron wanted to
find the words to show Severus that he had never seen anybody more captivating
in his entire life.

His nipples were pink, darker than Ron�s own, and his body
hair was a speckle of raven, everywhere, furring his body nicely and focussing
on the especially thick patch just above his thumbs, Ron couldn�t contain a
shiver of excitement.

�I can�t believe I held out a year waiting for this,� he
breathed, bending his head to nibble along Severus� collarbone. �If I�d known�
if I�d had any idea� I would have jumped your bones at the sorting and fucked you
into the damned custard.�

�Not likely,� Severus suddenly snorted, and then they were
back to life.

They met in a kiss, made so much better by the fact that
they were now nude, and Ron rose up on his knees, hoping that Severus would
follow him. Of course, the older man knew exactly what he wanted and complied with
his wishes. Their arousals crashed together with a loud moan from each of their
mouths.

�The door,� Ron breathed. �Needs locking�� He kissed just
beneath Severus� ear, and then licked. �My nieces don�t know about privacy
yet.�

Severus flung his hand out for his wand which had fallen out
of his robes onto the bed. �Okay.�

�And living in this house�� Ron gasped when a cool hand
wrapped around both of their cocks and began to stroke. �They never will��

Words were cut off when Severus plundered his mouth with a
determined tongue, and Ron willingly let himself be shut up. Brain dizzy he
clutched at Severus� thin body for all he was worth, praying to every magical
deity that he could think of that he would be able to last.

Luckily, it seemed as though he wouldn�t have long in which
to test his staying power. Severus suddenly released both of their erections,
grabbed the back of Ron�s thighs and yanked, landing him flat on his back.

�How do you want me to fuck you?� the velvet voice rumbled
and Ron shuddered in delight.

�Any way, just fuck me, Severus,� he breathed, and kissed
him again, making a fist in the raven hair and holding their heads together.

Nothing bothered him, he found. Not the large nose, the
uneven teeth, the skinny body. Ron writhed beneath him, losing a little more
grip on his control with every moment that passed, until Severus pulled back,
reached for his wand, and slicked his fingers up with lube.

Ron didn�t wait for instruction; he threw his legs up and
caught them on the underside of his thighs, wantonly displaying himself for his
new lover and loving every single second of being on show. Severus� eyes
appreciated and grew wide when one finger slid easily inside of his body. Ron
blushed, then, remembering his drunken little escapade with the dildo the night
before �it always left him a bit loose.

�I have a� charmed dildo,� he whispered. �And last night�
when I couldn�t have you� I let it fuck me, and I imagined it was you instead.�

The words weren�t as mortifying to say as he had thought
they might be, especially when Severus� mouth fell open and his tongue came out
to wet his lips. A second finger pressed into Ron then and he moaned, squeezing
his eyes closed and pushing back with pleasure.

The motion caused the fingertips to slide deeper, they
brushed his prostate and he nearly came again. Whatever his previous lovers had
said, he knew when he came that morning that would be it; he would be so decimated by the fallout that his
usual prowess would desert him.

Severus would leave him one hundred percent satisfied.

The thought jolted his eyes open and Severus froze,
wondering if he had caused pain.

�No,� Ron shook his head, his voice a croak. �Carry on,
please, Godric, carry the fuck on. I can�t live without this��

Severus gave him an almost timid smile which was
unbelievable considering the way that they had carried on throughout the school
year. The fingers slithered out of his passage and Ron whined at the loss,
shifting his back on the duvet. He saw Severus shoot a couple of spells at the
room and peered at him questioningly.

�Silencing spells,� the man explained, before reaching back
for a pillow. Ron lifted his hips, it was positioned under his arse, and then
he watched Severus stroked lubricant over his own shaft.

Ron had done enough for his age, he had had sex with enough
people, experimented with enough kinks to sate his lust, but watching his
ex-Potions Master lube up his own cock was the winner of them all. It was the
way the man looked down, taking in his own erection; the way the long tapered
fingers smoothed over every ridge and vein, squeezing with well-practiced
pleasure. It was so erotic.

�Oh gods, fuck me,� he growled and reached up to grab
Severus, meaning he dropped his legs.

He nearly passed out when Severus gathered them up in his
own arms and personally held them into position. Ron waited for the pressing
sensation he craved, and moaned when it came. Thick, long, and positively
burning, Severus pushed into him after what felt like years of waiting.

The satisfaction, at least, felt gratifying enough for that
length of time. Ron relaxed and let his mouth fall open in a silent moan.

�Touch yourself,� the whisper
filtered down to him. �I want to see you.�

***

One large hand wrapped around the reddened shaft and Severus
didn�t know how he could continue. His cock was trapped in heat he had
forgotten, his eyes feasting on the sight of Ron masturbating in long, slow
strokes.

Sapphire eyes were hazy with lust, eyelids at half-mast and
full lips were parted. Sometimes the redhead moaned, sometimes he didn�t, but
Severus could see in the tensing of the toned belly that Ron was barely
clinging on to his orgasm by his fingertips.

Severus also knew he was no better off, especially when Ron
suddenly squeezed around him. Jerking into movement, Severus had to close his
eyes. The heat was too much, the room swam. The bed started to creak as his
pounding increased and Ron started to beg him for more, beg him for it harder, and faster and beg him to never stop.

The cries sank into his blood and spurred him on.

�C-can�t,� Ron suddenly choked, his hand falling off his
cock as it flung out to grasp at the duvet, and then, his body arcing upward,
cock pressing into Severus� belly, an anguished mewl accompanied the gushing
come which flooded out of the man�s body.

It seemed to wrack through every bone, every muscle; Ron�s
expression was written in bliss as he moaned.

Severus dropped his legs, tightening his cock in the already
narrow space, and only just made it to kiss Ron�s lips when his own climax tore
out of him. His hips twitched and bucked, his fingers clawed at the creamy skin
hard enough to bruise but he couldn�t stop. Breathing desperately short he kept
kissing Ron, because it was all he could think of to ride through the dizzying
heights his body had accomplished. It didn�t feel like his head was his own.

Hot hands smoothed onto his back and pushed. Severus flopped
down, narrowly missing smacking his face into Ron�s. Instead the redhead guided
it to his shoulder, and then fingers crept into Severus� hair and began to
massage.

Nothing had ever been as all encompassing as that orgasm,
nobody had ever touched him the way that Ron had. He didn�t know what to do
with either of those truths as he tried to even out his breathing.

***

Quite some time had passed before Ron noticed Severus coming
out of the post-coital haze which had descended upon them both, and when he
did, it was with typical Severus Snape bluntness.

�Am I dead?� he breathed suddenly.

�No, very much alive,� Ron assured him, wondering where the
man was going with such a morbid question.

�It�s all fiery,� Severus murmured. �This has to be hell.�

Ron lasted all of two seconds before he burst into roaring
laughter, and the man on his chest flew up, glaring at him.

�It�s not-�

�You�re not in hell,� Ron gasped, reaching up to wipe the
tears from his eyes. �Look around, Severus, it�s just orange, you�re in my
bedroom.�

�Why in the name of Morgana�s tits
would you paint your bedroom in this awful shade?� Severus�
eyes widened in horror.

�I�m a Chudley Cannons fan,
through and through,� Ron licked his lips.

There was a moment when Severus� eyes widened even further,
but then they narrowed. �And you couldn�t have imparted that knowledge before I fucked us both into oblivion?�

�Why does it matter?� Ron laughed.

�Kestrels supporter,� Severus grimaced, and Ron let out a
playful hiss.

�Oh fuck, we�re screwed,� he threw his arms around Severus�
neck. �Those fucking ponces have trounced us every
year since the seventies��

�And we will keep on trouncing you,� Severus smirked.

�This�ll make for a wonderful relationship,� Ron�s voice
dipped. �I tend to sulk a lot on cup final day.�

�I�m not surprised, when was the last time your team made it
past the halfway mark?�

�Knob off,� Ron growled, and looked away.

�Ron?� Severus asked.

�Yes, Kestrel freak supporter?�

�Oh, well, if you don�t plan on being polite,� Severus
huffed, and made to get up, but Ron snorted and tackled him back onto the bed.

�What did you want to say?� Ron reached up and brushed some
stands of hair away from the dark eyes.

�How very worth the wait that was,� Severus murmured, and
kissed him again.

They lay there together, snuggled into each other�s dirtied
bodies, and Ron had just begun to feel sleepy when a thought struck him which
threatened to send him off into giggles all over again.

�Severus?� he fought to keep his lips from curving up.

�Mm?� Severus was tracing fingers
lazily over his hip, causing Ron to purr before he could answer.

�Would you like to come downstairs and meet my family?�

�Oh, fuck.�

***

Christmas Eve, One
and a Half Years Later

�If we take the rules
of alchemy to be-�

�Baaaaaby its coooooold ouuuuuuutsiiiiiiiiiiiiide!�

Severus muttered under his breath, wondering why on earth he
had ever allowed Ron into his rooms that evening. He huffed and looked down at
the seventh year essay he was trying to mark.

Reading the same line he had already read five times, he
skipped ahead only to be interrupted again, this time with a drivelling
wizarding Christmas love song, bellowed out in the rumbling baritone that
usually he was quite content to sit and listen to.

Sighing he threw down his quill on the top of the essay and
leant back in his desk chair, reaching up to run his fingers through his hair.
The evening marked the start of their second Christmas together, and Severus
had made no secret of the fact that he was looking forward to it far more than
he had their first.

The first had been fraught with family,
all of Ron�s so pleased to see him with someone they could engage with that
they demanded their presence. Severus had never thought in the June of that
year that he would spend the twenty-fifth of December stuck on potato peeling
duty with Ron. His boyfriend.

A shudder passed down his spine at that word, which he
hated. For Ron to use it, it was fine, but for him, at forty-five, nearly
forty-six, it didn�t seem right. Ron�s youthfulness blinded everybody that saw
them together, nobody ever really commented on the fact that there were twenty
years of age difference between them.

But most of the time Severus didn�t even notice, either.
Except for nights like that, when he knew that getting all of his marking done
before Christmas would mean that he didn�t have to suffer it in the period
between Christmas and New Year. Ron was still young and had a definite �why do
today what you can do tomorrow� mentality.

He�ll learn, silly
bugger. And I�m not marking for him again.

Ron�s workload had taken a definite upturn when the Ministry
had decided on a written paper for the Broomstick Proficiency Test and set a
curriculum throughout the year. Severus remembered laughing until his sides
actually ached at the redhead�s face when he had received the letter.

And then he had been fucked in retaliation until something
else entirely ached.

That had been the first night that Ron had taken charge in
the bedroom. Another shiver passed down Severus� spine, but that one was
unquestionably more pleasant.

�Seeeeverruuuuussssss�� the
playful voice rang out from the bedroom which only meant one thing; that Ron
had finished with his hour long bath, which stank of only god-knows-what that
night, and was now bored and looking for a playmate.

�He�s not here,� Severus called back hopefully, and snatched
up the quill again, hoping that when Ron came through the door he might take
pity if he saw him hard at work.

The bedroom door hit the wall with a crash and he heard
Ron�s hiss of embarrassment but didn�t look up. A waft of candy floss scent
washed across the room and Severus inwardly sighed.

Ron was most definitely manly, with his sexy masculine
frame, but his choice in toiletries was not. Severus spent most of his days
picking leftover stars, lumps of glitter and flower petals out of the plughole.

Because Ron didn�t really tend to spend much time in his own
quarters anymore. Every night, without fail, he would jump through the
fireplace and spend the hours disrupting Severus� very well-practiced quiet. It
had been hard to take at first, having lived alone for so very long, having
become accustomed to catering for only his own needs.

Wincing down at the parchment Severus remembered some of the
blazing rows they had partaken in near the beginning; the way both of their voices
seemed to bounce off the walls of the dungeons, Ron�s pitch office and, one
time, the Charms corridor.

He realised he couldn�t quite recall how on earth they had
ended up in the Charms corridor yelling, but that gotten them both hauled in
front of Minerva and questioned. Up until that point, they had not come clean
about their relationship, on Severus� request.

Ah, no, that�s how we
ended up on the Charms corridor, he wanted to find somewhere private to give me
a kiss, and I said no, and bang�

�What are you thinking about?� Ron�s low, seductive voice
rumbled out suddenly and Severus jumped. The quill was snatched from his limp
grasp.

�You,� Severus said begrudgingly, and finally looked up.

Ron was wrapped in a towel around his waist, and nothing else.
Auburn hair was dripping water down his arms, torso and back, splattering down
onto the rug in front of the desk.

And that�s another
thing, he half-moved in and started making home improvements. Self-important brat.

�You�re far away tonight?� Ron laughed, trying to catch his
eye.

�Christmas has always been a time for remembrance, really,
don�t you think?�

�Who are you remembering?� Ron asked gently, plopping his
arse on the edge of the desk and turning to face Severus, crossing his legs.

�Doing your flirting secretary bit?� Severus eyed him. �Not
going to work.�

�Bet it would,� Ron replied sulkily, sliding off the desk
and instead choosing to stretch.

�I�m remembering you,� Severus watched the lithe form
elongate.

Ron didn�t comment on the oddness of that phrase, and
Severus was glad. They had their moments, but really, Ron gave him an awful lot
of leeway. Somehow that twenty-five year old understood perfectly well that
Severus was not accustomed to being with somebody, that things that normal
couples did, they might never be able to do.

For instance, Severus couldn�t stand being out in public in
a big group. Nor could he deal remotely with anything other than a slight peck
on the cheek in public. Plenty of people could have thrown a strop, might have decided
that meant that he was ashamed to be seen with them. But no, his Ron had never
complained.

�It�s late,� Ron said finally, pulling the towel from around
his waist and scrubbing it through his hair. �We should get to bed.�

�Why?� Severus frowned. �We�re staying here tomorrow, no
need to get up until lunch time.�

�Okay,� Ron yawned, suddenly seeming tired. �I think I�m
going to head off anyway. You be alright?�

�No, a grown man� what horrors can befall him in an office
where there aren�t even any spiders for company any more?�

�And good fucking riddance,� Ron leant over the desk to
place a kiss on Severus� lips. �I told you -spiders, no Ron; no spiders, lots
of Ron. Your choice, you made it, you can�t whinge now.�

�I do not whinge,�
Severus huffed indignantly.

�Yeah, okay,� Ron chortled with another yawn, and slung his
towel over his shoulder as he ambled back to the bedroom.

Severus watched the curve of the perfect buttocks as they
walked and then cursed, realising that, yet again, he had fallen into Ron�s
oft-used honey trap where he would walk away, and Severus would unfailingly
watch.

�Night�� Ron�s voice was sweet as he disappeared into the
bedroom.

Severus didn�t pick up the quill again; he was too lost in
the memories of the past. The afternoon they had first slept together, a day he
would never forget, Ron had kissed him, and gotten up to pack.

�What are you doing?�
Severus asked, lazily watching the puffy clouds through Ron�s window.

�Packing,� Ron made a
face.

�For
what?�

�Er,
the Caribbean, like I told you last night.�

�Oh� so�you�re still
going on that?� Severus couldn�t hide his blatant disappointment.

�I can�t let George
down,� Ron turned to him, a conflicted look on his face. �I said I would go
with him, and I will.�

�Absence makes the
heart grow fonder,� Severus muttered.

�If you cheat on me
now I�ll rip your balls off,� Ron declared.

The week that Ron had been gone was the longest of his life,
where his mind formed so many questions that he needed answers to that he took
to writing them down. He burned all the parchment the night before Ron arrived
home and never admitted the depth of his obsession, but he did at least ask all
of the questions. His mind jumped forward then, to his birthday.

�I don�t celebrate my
birthday,� Severus glared at Ron.

�Well, now you do,�
Ron shrugged.

�You can�t troll in
here, Weasley, and change traditions put in place before you were born.�

�You�re only reminding
yourself of your age when you say that,� Ron stuck his tongue out childishly,
then his face fell, and he sighed. �You know, Severus, it�s a shame. Because I
made you a birthday cake, and now it�s just going to go to waste.�

�You
what?�

�You heard.�

�What did you say?�

�Severus, you damn
well heard me, and I know you did. I made you a birthday cake, and, to be
honest, it would be really nice if for once you could just be� good, and accept
it.�

�Nobody has made me a
birthday cake since I was seven.�

�Well, call that a
sabbatical,� Ron shrugged, and plonked an obscenely thick Victoria Sponge cake with a singular candle
on the top on the table. �It was
accompanied by what looked like a naked wax figure, which rested on his side
behind the candle, one arm propping up his head of fiery red hair, legs
provocatively crossed.

�I like the cake,�
Severus breathed, reaching for the miniature Ron.

He was smiling by the end of that memory, thinking how
deliciously odd the redhead was. He never admitted that he kept that wax figure
in his pocket, every single day. �He
blinked as other memories, completely out of place and unrelated, assaulted his
mind, swamping him with Ron.

�Do you want
children?� Severus asked stiffly.

�Nah, I�ll just nick
one of my brothers�,� Ron shrugged, and gave Severus a re-assuring smile.

And that was the only time the conversation had ever been
broached, in one and a half years. Severus had been terrified of the answer;
Ron was young, had his entire life ahead of him, and his sexuality would be no
real barrier to fatherhood if he wanted it badly enough. Shortly after that
conversation Ron had whispered that maybe at one point, he�d thought he might
like children, but not bothered, and being with Severus, whose answer was an
unequivocal no, he had happily flushed it away.

You�re still a fool. A
young lithe man in your bed and you are out here marking essays like a pedantic
old spinster.

Sighing, he knew he should leave it and go and spend the
time with Ron.

�If I wanted to say
something,� Ron looked up from his glass of whiskey. �But you didn�t want to
say it back, would that mean I couldn�t say it?�

�What?� Severus
frowned. �Speak English.�

�That word you�re
supposedly not looking for,� Ron licked his lips. �I think I feel that for
you.�

�Oh.�

�Severus!� The shriek was loud, scared, he immediately
jumped to his feet, despite being lost in the memory.

If this is another
spider we�re going to have to move.

�Severus, come quick, I need, you, oh, fuck, it�s going
everywhere!�

Catching his thigh on the edge of the desk, Severus stumbled
slightly.

�Where are you?!� Ron yelled.

Severus burst through the door to their bedroom, wand
brandished, limping slightly, ready to banish away any
eight-legged intruder terrifying his handsome prince, only to see Ron lying
calmly on the mattress.

In his hand was a jug; on his bare belly was a spreading mass
of custard.

�You little sod,� Severus dropped his wand.

�You know you want it,� Ron teased, dangling the jug from
his upturned index finger. �It�s Christmas Eve, Severus��

Sapphire eyes pleaded.

�And this is about to land on your favourite duvet cover��

Severus growled in his throat, pounced and began to clean
his lover of the one thing which started their entire �relationship�.

***

Ron was fighting off the rolling waves of sleep which
threatened to claim him. Severus was already there, snoring lightly at his
shoulder. But Ron had to be awake.
Every year, it was a tradition. He never went to bed on Christmas Eve before
the clock had chimed midnight; he liked the quiet of welcoming the day in, when
everybody else was asleep.

He heard the first chime ring out from the clock on Severus�
mantelpiece and smiled to himself. The bed was warm, Severus was warmer, and
all the custard was gone, apart from a sticky bit in his belly button which was
irritating him like mad. But his lover�s body was draped over his frame and he
was loathe to move.

�I can never switch
off in my sleep,� Severus confessed, his voice a whisper.

�Well, I�m here now,�
Ron shrugged. �Whatever comes for you in your dreams, it can�t come for you in
reality.�

�I don�t need
protecting,� steel laced into Severus� tone.

�Severus, everybody
needs to be protected by their lover,� Ron rolled his eyes. �Even
you.�

And so Ron would put up with the annoying mess in his navel
until the morning. The chimes finished and he took a deep breath before turning
his head and pressing a kiss into the mussed dark hair.

�Merry Christmas,� he murmured.

�Errrgh, fuck off,� Severus
groaned, beautifully comic in his grogginess.

�And I love you, too,� Ron grinned widely to the canopy, and
finally closed his eyes.

-fin-

A/N: Thank you all for
staying until the end, I hope it was worth it! I have written it this way
because it was always primarily going to be about the chase, but I couldn�t
resist giving you a snippet of their life together �Ron invading Severus� dungeon,
girling up his bath and doing fabulous things with
custard! ;-) I don�t know when my next long R/S will be, it might be a while.
But I hope to see you all there. xx
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