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Love On The Rock	By : sheherazade Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 7113 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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(Four years later – Ruby)
The traffic is insane this morning; the jam on Talgarth Road even worse than usual.
“What the fuck?” I curse moodily, gesturing to the eleventh crew of chancers that I do NOT want my windscreen washed while I wait. Then I turn to Tom, kicking impatiently in his child’s seat and say, “Sorry, sweetheart. All this stopping and starting is making Mummy cross.”
I slump back with my hand twitching on the gearstick. I suppose it’s something to do with all those weird goings-on last night. Loads of shooting stars and unexplained noises. Speculation is rife that we are due a visit from some alien culture, and I’m the last person to be sceptical about the unexplained. After what happened to me.
Finally the queue begins to move and ten minutes later I am close enough to the university to turn off and look for a place to park. I nip into the last space and run, hand in hand with Tom, across the road on the way to the Students’ Crèche.
We are late, but that is not unusual. Tom hates being late, however; for the millionth time I wonder idly if he inherited this trait from his father. If his father is still alive. If I will ever see his father again.
It didn’t exactly surprise me when he disappeared without trace; after all, I went into that fateful night with my eyes wide open. He had not kept anything from me, and I knew he could not stay. Besides, what was there to stay for? I was a mess back then.
In a way, my unplanned pregnancy was the best thing that could have happened to me, taking my mind off my broken heart and my general emotional inadequacy, and giving me a concrete focus, not to mention something of my lover that would be forever mine. I went back to college and did A-Levels, applied to university and now here I am, working on a degree in Psychology and a better future for me and Tom.
I won’t deny it’s been, and continues to be, a struggle. Single parenthood is tough in any situation, and as a young penniless undergraduate parent my position is far from enviable. But I have Tom, and that is worth all the hardship. My beautiful black-eyed boy, so solemn but so bright. And so like his father. I haven’t decided what I’ll tell him when the inevitable questions come…but I know I can tell him that his Daddy would be proud of him.
We are nearly at the creche now, pattering along the pavement past that dodgy derelict building near the end of the row. I thought it was uninhabited, but unexpectedly a group of people – looking rather the worse for the wear – spill out of the rotting door on to the pavement directly in our path. Tom and I run full-pelt into the tallest of them and I stand back to give him a piece of my mind.
“Mind your step, you inconsiderate…oh!”
I cannot breathe and my eyes fail, as the poem says. Looking into the heart of light, the silence.
“Ruby.” He takes my arm and looks searchingly into my face. “Is it really you?”
“You,” I force out, my mouth seemingly immobilised.
He runs his hand through his dishevelled hair…his breath smells of whiskey and it’s quarter past nine in the bloody morning!
“My precious jewel,” he slurs. Yep, definitely trolleyed. The phrase melts me nonetheless. “And who’s this?” He squints down at Tom, who is regarding him with uncompromising fierceness.
I clear my throat. “Your son,” I tell him.
His companions pause in their drunken ramblings and stare. Severus takes my arm.
“In here,” he says. “Now.” He drags us back into the derelict building, which appears to be some form of pub once inside, and not at all as unpleasant as the forbidding exterior would have one believe. I blink and look vaguely around me. The place has been trashed, broken glass everywhere and a limp banner hanging half-off the top of the bar. “Victory for the Light!” it reads. I gather the war has been won. Severus looks around tetchily; apparently my bombshell has had an instant sobering effect. “This is no place for a child,” he mutters and leads us on, out on to a cobbled street.
“Where…what is this?” I ask in wonder. Tom’s eyes are saucer-wide.
“Mummy!” he keeps shouting, tugging at my hand. “Mummy! Look!”
“Yes, here, I think.” He sits us down at a pavement table outside a place called Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour. A huge banner proclaims “Grand Re-opening Today” and there is much hysterical coming and going, with the proprietor accepting hugs and excitable good wishes every few seconds. The whole place appears to be in uproar, windows being unboarded, dancing in the streets, the lot.
“Is the war over?” I ask.
Severus nods. A man passes us, does a double take when he sees Severus and cries, “May the gods bless you and yours, Professor Snape!” At the mention of his name, several more heads turn and soon we are mobbed by well-wishers.
Severus rolls his eyes and draws us inside the Parlour, murmuring something to the patron, who opens up a back room for us. Severus orders a hot fudge sundae for Tom and coffees for the adults.
Finally we are alone.
“So then, Ruby. Explain,” says Severus, his old authoritative manner back with a vengeance. It is like being his skivvy all over again. I cannot prevent a nostalgic shiver from coursing through my body.
“It’s very simple, Professor, as I’m sure you’re aware. A man and a woman meet, they make love, the man’s sperm travels up…”
“Yes, yes, I’m fully aware of the mechanics of procreation, Ruby,” he snaps at me. “But I…I didn’t realise you weren’t…protected.”
“You never asked.”
“Is it incumbent on me to do so?”
“It’s a good idea.”
“I thought you and Pinkie…you would have something…arranged.”
“I never slept with Pinkie.”
“You never…?”
“No.”
He stops and takes a deep breath, looking Tom up and down while he spoons ice-cream rapidly into his little mouth. The hard blackness of his eyes softens.
“What did you call him?”
“Tom.”
He winces. “Not the name I’d have chosen. Not the best name to have around here either. Does he have a middle name?”
Coyness floods over me. “Severus.”
“Much better.” He smirks at me. The ice is thawing. “Ruby.”
“Severus.”
He reaches over and takes my hand. “I didn’t forget you, you know. I planned to come and look for you once the war was over. And now you have found me, sooner than I expected. Though perhaps…you have another life now? Perhaps you have another lover?”
“No,” I say almost inaudibly. “Nobody since you. What with Tom and all…”
“Then you must come and live with me. In fact, as the mother of my child, I should marry you.”
“God, you’re so romantic.”
“Have I given offence?”
I giggle. “Forget it. You’re just so…clueless…in some ways.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“Severus. I still love you. I’ve always loved you. But if you want my hand in marriage…you have to earn it. I’m an independent woman now, not the confused headcase you knew back on the Rock. If you marry me, it must be for love. Do you understand?”
He is completely taken aback. “You don’t accept…my offer?”
“I haven’t said that. But I think it is too soon, and very objectionably couched. I would be very happy to enter into a relationship with you, though. For my sake as well as Tom’s.”
“You want me to…court you?” he asks.
“It’s an old-fashioned term but…yes, I suppose I do. I think I deserve it.”
He leans over and gives me a very knee-weakening look from under that stern brow. “Oh, I know exactly what you deserve, Miss O’Riordan.”
Oh my God, I can’t hold out for long if he is going to start all that again. The involuntary moistening of my crotch area is both delicious and irritating. I want him so badly, but I have to stand my ground.
“You’ll have to catch me first,” I murmur back, biting my lip seductively. “Come on, Tom, we’re very late for creche.”
“Oh, Mummy, want to go to the owl shop!” he wails, but I take him by the hand.
“We’ll come back another day,” I promise.
Severus stands and escorts us out back through the pub. On the doorstep, he pulls me swiftly into a passionate kiss before I can elude him. On disengaging, he says, “Tell me where you live.”
I give him the address and make good my escape with Tom.
“I’ll be seeing you. Very soon,” he says as we hightail it down the street.
Oh, I do hope so.
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