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Severus
awoke with a jolt and flew upright in the bed, gasping at the cold air of the
room. Somewhere there was a noise like a drill permeating right down to the
very centre of his brain. He looked wildly about for the source and frowned in
sleepy confusion when he saw it was the alarm clock.

�What the fuck? I didn�t set you,� he whimpered, reaching out a hand to hit at
the snooze button, though all he succeeded in doing was knocking it on the
floor rather than turning the alarm off. �Shut up,� he growled, and grabbed his
wand off the bedside table and stunned the alarm clock into the wall, where it
promptly smashed and landed in a messy heap on the carpet.

Whoops.

Severus
fell back down into his pillows with the wand still in his hand, exhaling in
joy at the newfound quiet. He swallowed and looked to his side for Ron, but
found him absent. On Ron�s cold pillow he saw a present box.

�Well, it�s
too small for him to jump naked out of it,� Severus muttered disappointedly, as
he grabbed the box and undid the silver bow which kept him from his surprise.

But when he
finally got in it, Severus felt no more enlightened as to Ron�s mystery the
night before. He looked into the box and let his brows furrow into a frown. He
was looking at a vial of potion, what looked like a hospital specimen cup, and
a note. He went for the note first.

�Merry Christmas, Severus! (I know it�s
early. Don�t complain.)

Now. I know this is a little odd and that your infernally inquiring mind
will want to know everything. However, I am not prepared to tell you anything.
Just trust me. If you don�t trust me enough to drink it, then disregard the
whole surprise. I�ll get you something else. Drink the potion and, these two
points are crucial - make sure that the cup is beside you as you do so and make
sure you are naked. You might want to move your pretty new duvet out of the
way, just a warning. And when you�re done, don�t fight what happens next. When that is done, turn this note over and tap it with your wand �the password is Walnut
Cake. You will find instructions for the next part of your Christmas surprise
there.

Please, just trust me on this.

Love,

Ron.�

Severus
read the note twice over and looked apprehensively at the vial of potion and
the cup beside it in the box. He couldn�t deny he was intrigued and Ron seemed
nothing other than excited in his note. Biting his lip, he took the vial up in
his fingers and worked out the stopper. Bringing it to his nose he smelt a
strong waft of floral perfume, and then a stronger scent of leather and candlewax. They were all scents that Severus adored, He
frowned again, brain screaming one conclusion at him. Love potion?

But why on earth would he give me a
love potion? He knows I love him. He wouldn�t do that. And then what on earth
is the cup for?

Severus
looked at the note again and blinked. Trust. This is all
about whether I trust him enough to take the potion, even if I don�t like the
look of it.

Resolutely
he replaced the stopper whilst he heeded Ron�s warning and pushed back the
duvet before wriggling out of his underwear. He put the cup next to him on the
bed and picked up the vial again.

�Well, I suppose this beats blearily moaning at the Prophet,� he muttered
himself, placing the stopper on the bedside table and bringing the vial to his
lips.

With a deep
breath, he swallowed and placed the ornate glass bottle next to the stopper. He
felt nothing as he sat, shivering slightly in the cool morning air of the
bedroom. He lay down and looked at the ceiling, waiting for something to
happen, but there was nothing.

Until his
eyes drifted shut.

***

Ron sat
nervously in the caf� he�d sat in with George the day before. He looked at his
watch and tapped his fingers against the cup of coffee he�d ordered but so far
neglected to drink from. If Severus had taken the potion, then they might be
well on their way to having a child. At least on the very
tiniest first step. A smile spread over his face as he thought of it.

Now all I have to do is hope he
fucking drank it.

***

When Severus� fluttered open again
he found himself in a dark room, with low, dusky pink lighting. His first
thought was that he had been there before, perhaps in a dream. He didn�t know
what the hell he was in at that specific moment, either.

He tried to move, but found his
hands bound above his head in what felt, on the soft skin of his wrists, like
leather cuffs. His ankles were shackled in the same, and his body �still
completely naked, he was worried to realise- was stretched out on what felt
like an extremely well padded leather bench.

Fuck. What on earth is this?

Severus found himself without the
time to contemplate, because before he could really get into it a figure looked
down beside him, a figure with a face he well knew.

�Don�t speak,� Ron said gently.
�Just lie down and enjoy this. All will be explained later.�

Ron bent his head and kissed the
soft underside of Severus� upper arm, exposed by the positioning of his hands
above his head. And then Ron kissed down, through the dark curls of underarm
hair, over his ribs.

As confused as he was, Severus
couldn�t fight the way the feeling set him alight. It felt like it had been
forever since he had properly felt those lips caressing his skin. He gave a
groan and arched upwards, pressing his growing erection into the air.

�I thought you�d like the setting,�
Ron smiled, his voice a special kind of sultry which turned Severus into a
quivering pile of bones.

�It�s gorgeous,� Severus� eyes took
in the dark wood and the way the pink lighting made the room glow slightly.

The thought of glowing made him look
to Ron, who wore nothing on his top half, and only what looked like loose black
drawstring cotton trousers. His skin took on the pink hue of the room but he
glowed more beautifully than anything else within it, as Severus had known he
would.

Ron turned away from him and picked
something up that Severus could not see, but he felt so relaxed that he did not
worry. As he felt a gentle brushing across his stomach, he looked down and saw
Ron trailing the petals of a white rose across his skin, whilst he held onto
the stem in his fingers. The scraping of the silken plant across his flesh only
served to harden his cock, and Severus arched again as the rose trailed up his
chest, and then over his chin. He delighted in the tickle he experienced as Ron
passed the rose over his lips, before heading back down his windpipe, to
torment one nipple at a time.

�Somebody likes that,� Ron smiled slowly, taking care to repeat his actions
when he saw just how much it had aroused his husband.

�It�s amazing,� Severus growled
without malice.

�So if I were to run it lower�� Ron asked breathily, and manipulated the flower
south, the stem clutched precariously in his long fingers.

�Then I would� ah� ah�� Severus
broke off, abandoning speech to press his hips up into the air as the petals
touched the softest skin of his body.

�Yes, you like that don�t you,
precious whore��

Severus closed his eyes convinced he
was utterly delirious. He remembered taking the potion �had this been its
result? Everything in the room seemed straight out of a fantasy� one of his
regular fantasies�

�Don�t question it,� Ron commanded
him, and Severus felt the rose slide down his inner thigh with agonizing delay.

�I�m not questioning it,� Severus
forced his eyes open, determined to appreciate the spectacle.

His own pale skin glowed under the
lights too, and he raised his head slightly to look along his body, where his
erection lay thickly pointing towards him, into the stomach it should have hit
had it not been completely flat, instead of the ceiling.

�You are beautiful,� Ron breathed,
and took the rose away to trail it down his own chest. �So
stunning.�

The praise stopped there, as though
the speaker understood that any more would make Severus feel uncomfortable. It
would have, but Severus couldn�t quite believe how he could actually see what
Ron described before his very eyes. He had certainly seen far worse draped
across beds and spanking tables in his time. He let his head fall back onto the
padded bench, his hair pooling around him.

�You never ask me for pain
normally,� Ron�s voice could almost have been a whisper. �So I�m just going to
give it to you now, and you can thank me later.�

Severus� eyes watched as Ron�s hand
extended for a candle on a stand nearby, a candle which flickered with amber
flame.

�Don�t look so scared,� Ron brushed
a hand over Severus� hip. �I�m just doing what you�ve moaned for in your sleep.
I won�t hurt you more than this hurts��

Without warning, his wrist turned,
and the wax pooling beneath the flame dripped onto the skin of the flat stomach
which allowed Severus to see his own erection so clearly.

�Oh f-fuck,� he heard himself gasp,
as the hot wax stung his belly in a delicious fire. �More.�

�Where?� Ron asked him.

�Chest,� Severus managed to control
his breathing as Ron moved his arm and kept it poised.

�How does it feel? You�ve never done
it to me��

�It feels like scratching at an itch,� Severus breathed. �When it hurts but it
feels so, so good.�

Ron�s wrist tipped again and the wax
splattered just short of the patch of hair between Severus� nipples.

�More,� Severus urged again, digging
his teeth into his bottom lip as he rose up off the bench once more.

�Where this time?� Ron smirked, though he knew where he would be directed.

Severus thought about it. Hell. This has to be a fucking fantasy. And
if it�s a fantasy I�m not going to have to care about getting the dried wax off
them.

�On my balls,� he hissed, not even
bothering to blush.

Ron�s eyes gleamed at him and he
immediately tipped the candle again. His mouth broke into a devilish smile as
Severus cried out to the room, the hot wax burning into the wrinkled flesh.
Before he could recover, Ron tipped it again without asking for guidance, and
wax spilled in the centre of his shaft.

�Oh fuck,� Severus groaned,
squeezing his eyes shut, and he moaned more as Ron crawled up over him.

�I�m not going to fuck you,� Ron
whispered, ducking to kiss his navel, before moving up and knocking Severus�
face gently aside with his hand, exposing one side of his masculine neck. �But
you�re going to come for me, one way or another��

Severus could barely believe the
sensations as his neck was assaulted with lips, tongue and teeth in that order,
the skin sensitive and seemingly directly connected to his groin. The pressure
in his erection was growing uncomfortable.

�I didn�t mean now,� Ron sat up,
running his tongue over his lips.

�Please,� the promise of denial was
enough to make Severus beg for a release from the off. �I hate being��

�Denied?� Ron raised an eyebrow, and lazily trailed his index finger through
the armpit closest to that hand. �I happen to think being denied is rather good
fun sometimes.�

�It�s not,� Severus hissed, arching
again, back becoming painful. �I need to come.�

�Why?�

�Because I�m going to burst if I don�t you fucking bastard.�

�Language, Snape,� Ron was instantly gone from the bed and Severus found
himself alone.

He grew tense at the silence, only
broken by the sound of his own ragged breaths. If this was his fantasy, then
that would mean at any moment�

�Oh fuck yesssss,�
he hissed, feeling the sensation come into play on his cock; a delicate licking
sensation right over the tip, digging into the slit sporadically, shifting the
foreskin around an invisible wet muscle. �Yes yes yes yes,�

He bit his lip and smiled as he rose
up again.

It could only have been a minute or
so, but the slathering of the tongue on his dick had him screaming to the room,
which remained empty. He did not know exactly what Ron had invoked, or how he
had known the depths of Severus� own fantasies, but he thought, as wet heat
engulfed him once more and he cried out, that if the Christmas present went no
further, it would have been good enough as it was.

�Fuck,� his voice was growing
louder, and he let it crescendo up with his breaths, not caring if he was
heard, not caring who there might be to hear.

�Enjoying yourself?�
A soft voice came from by his side, and Ron smiled indulgently down at him.

Severus couldn�t answer, he was too
far gone, and nor could he protest when Ron straddled over his chest and forced
him to give a clumsy but heated blow job to the cock slipping against his lips.

Again, Severus didn�t know how Ron
knew it was what he wanted. But as he tasted his lover, the pain in his own
groin became even more persistent.

�Please, need to come�� he choked
against the member, but refused to let it out of his mouth.

�You will,� Ron said with
infuriating promise, though he made no move to alleviate Severus� tension.

Severus licked and suckled at what
was in his mouth, pleased when the man above him began to writhe and moan,
making louder than necessary concessions to his talent, yet another element of
fantasy Ron simply shouldn�t have known about. It was perfect.

All that was left to cement it as
perfect was a mind-blowing orgasm which Severus desperately craved.

�Please,� he breathed, finally
admitting defeat and letting the cock slide out of his mouth as he tilted his
head back, eyes closed in ecstatic torture.

�If you really want it over so
soon,� Ron said sadly, but he moved off and whispered an incantation near to
Severus� crotch.

Severus heard the hissed old magic
and gasped in surprise. He thought he would have to wait as fantasy-Ron worked
at him, until the orgasm came naturally and swept him away back into the real
world, but heat prickled along his dick and he gasped.

Severus
jerked on the bed and watched with an open, gaping mouth as he came brutally,
tingling to the very depths of his stomach, legs splaying inelegantly and his
hands grabbing at the parts of the sheets they could reach.

�Oh fucking
hell,� he let his head tilt back �when had he raised himself on his elbows?- and squeezed his eyes shut as stars exploded in his
peripheral black vision. �Oh Jesus Christ yes��

Every inch
of him was covered in sweat. He felt boneless as his arms collapsed beneath him
and he lay panting to the room. He heard a distinct click and his eyes shot
open, remembering the cup and Ron�s promise that it would do something.

With wide
eyes and a slightly sick stomach, he saw the lid of the cup seal onto the body,
which contained most, if not all, of what he�d ejaculated, and blue sparks of
magic sealed the edges of the lid in place, before falling with a thud onto the
sheeted mattress. Confused, Severus snatched it up and looked at the label,
where his full name and date was being etched by an invisible small hand.

�What the
fuck is going on?� He breathed, dropping it again and pressing the heels of his
clammy hands into his eye sockets.

His
breathing began to slow and he remembered the note. He snatched it up flipped
the paper to the blank side. He stabbed it with his wand and hissed �walnut
cake�.

�How�s your heart doing? Still ticking after
that? Not sure mine would be. When you�ve had a shower and recovered your sensibilities,
please meet me at this address dressed casually smart no later than 10:45. I�ll
be waiting for you at:

The Tea Cosy

4 Plimpie Lane,

Diagon Alley.

Please bring the cup and its
contents with you, keep it safe.

Yours waxily,
and covered in rose petals,

Ron.�

Severus
immediately looked for the clock and then realised he�d smashed it against the
wall. �Ostendo tempus temporis,�
he waved his wand, and shining figures appeared out of thin air, telling him
the time was half past nine.

He threw
himself out of the bed and staggered slightly, lightheaded from his orgasm.

I fucking love magic.

***

Ron had
finally calmed down enough to have read some of his book. He was on his third
cup of latte and had managed to quell his nerves. He took a deep sip of the
hazelnut laced milky drink and turned the page, but before he could begin to
read the door opened with a tinkle, and an icy December breeze blew through the
tiny coffee shop. Ron�s eyes flicked up to look at the patron like he had every
other person that had walked through the door since he�d arrived at half past
eight that morning. He lowered his eyes again before he realised that the
person walking towards him was the person he was actually waiting for.

Severus
looked at him sitting casually in one of the coffee shops� floral armchairs and
wondered how the morning would progress. He had absolutely no idea why he was
in a coffee shop carrying a pot of his own come in the inside pocket of his
leather jacket.

�You�� Ron
breathed, and had been about to follow that word with �came� before he realised
it would be too funny. �You showed up,� he tried again, his eyes sparkling with
joy.

Severus shot him a nervous smile and edged around the table to drop into the
other armchair. The cup in his pocket jabbed him in the ribs slightly, as if to
remind him of its presence.

�Are you going to explain why on earth I�ve got a cup of my own spunk in my
pocket?� Severus whispered across the small wooden table.

Ron
couldn�t help the way his mouth spread into a beaming grin. He slapped the book
shut without bothering to mark his page �he didn�t care, the book was rubbish
anyway. He crammed it into his open bag and reached for his coat. �Come on,
we�re going somewhere.�

�But you�ve not finished your drink, or your muffin,� Severus protested.

�No time,�
Ron had to stop himself from bouncing up and down as he buttoned himself in.

�Well, I
haven�t had breakfast,� Severus protested, and snatched the muffin up off the
plate as Ron reached for his hand.

�Eat on the
way then but come on, we�ve got to hurry.� They didn�t, but Ron was excited.

Out on the cold
street, Ron didn�t let up his swift pace, which disgruntled Severus.

I don�t have any answers, I feel
weird carrying my bloody come around in a pot, I can�t get my mind off that
fucking orgasm� and he won�t let me eat this delicious muffin.

Severus
managed to bite a chunk out of the lemon and poppy seed sponge as Ron turned
the corner into the main stretch of Diagon Alley.

�Hurry up
and eat that, I need to side-along you,� Ron beamed at him.

�Where are
we going?� Severus licked some white sugar icing from the corner of his mouth.

�It�s a
surprise,� Ron re-iterated, still smiling.

Severus
considered the bond and found it brimming with the excitement he could see in
the soft youthful lines of Ron�s face. It was infectious.

He crammed
the rest of the muffin in his mouth and chewed clumsily, finally swallowing.
�Have I got anything round my mouth?�

Ron turned
to him and smiled. Despite the eagerness he felt, he slowly raised his hand and
wiped the crumbs and sticky icing remnants from his husband�s lips with his
thumb, before pressing it between the thin pink lines to be sucked clean.

Severus
leaned in to whisper in his ear. �Whatever it is, I don�t see how it�s going to
beat that absolutely amazing orgasm.�

Ron smirked and wrapped his arms around his husband. �Quiet.�

Concentrating
his hardest, he directed them to a deserted street at the back of St. Mungo�s. When his feet hit the solid ground, he took a step
backwards to steady himself, and opened his eyes.

�Did you
mean to apparate us here?� Severus asked dubiously, one eyebrow hooked up.

�Yes,� Ron
nodded with a smile.

His eyes
raked up and down his husband�s body. His leather jacket (Ron often wondered if
an accidental welding spell had been placed between the leather and Severus�
torso �he never seemed to be out of it!) and a scarf sat over a forest green
turtle neck and met at the hipline a pair of black trousers, which lead to the
usual black boots.

�You said
smart casual,� Severus noticed his scrutiny. �Is this alright?�

�You�re
perfect,� Ron nodded.

Severus
looked at him in turn, and Ron posed for him with his arms out. Severus could
have salivated, no matter how spent his crotch currently felt. Ron had on his
pride and joy full length chesterfield style overcoat, with silver buttons
running along the black wool material, and a pair of slightly skinny but
tastefully tailored charcoal grey jeans with his usual boots. At his neckline
Severus could see a glimpse of a black shirt. His bag was slung over his torso,
resting casually on his hip. In other
words, my husband looks finer than a sunny summer morning. Mmmmm.

�I love
that coat on you,� Severus breathed, reaching out his fingers to caress over
the tough yet soft wool.

�Good,
because you know you�ll be burying me in it,� Ron laughed, and linked his arm
through Severus�. �Come on. We�re a bit early, you showed up quicker than I
expected� but it won�t matter.�

Ron led
Severus to the front of St. Mungo�s, and didn�t explain
as he stood back for Severus to enter through the dummy�s window. Severus
frowned as he stepped through, and opened his mouth as soon as Ron joined him
on the other side.

�No,� Ron
said pointedly. �Just wait and see.�

�I hate the hospital,� Severus breathed, as Ron tugged his hand and led him
into the maze of corridors. �I hate it here. It brings back bad memories of an
emaciated half-dead you.�

�Well I�m
not exactly jumping for joy myself, Severus,� Ron smiled, wondering when his
husband would read the signs on the wall which indicated where they were
heading.

�You were
asleep, you haven�t got the memories of this dump I have,� Severus protested,
but walked all the same. �But can you at least tell me where we�re going?�

�No,
because we�re here,� Ron spun round and grabbed him by the shoulders. �Severus�
I��

�What on
earth�s going on, Ron?� Severus regarded him with total confusion.

�Merry
Christmas,� Ron whispered, and leant forward and pressed a gentle kiss to his
husband�s lips. �Can I have your cup please?�

Severus
reached into his jacket and handed it to him, relieved to see the seal had held
up. Ron took it with a smile and tugged open the flap of his messenger bag, and
pulled out a folder and, Severus saw, his own cup.

�Alright,
is your Christmas present the gift of utter befuddlement?� Severus shook his
head slightly.

Ron shook
his head with an annoying grin, and turned without another word and pulled open
a door to his left. If Severus had been capable of paying more attention, he
would have seen what the sign on that door said.

He stepped
after Ron and found himself drenched in a sea of pale yellow and lilac. The
bond was alive with electrified excitement and Severus looked at his husband,
who strode with purpose to a desk with a kindly looking witch sitting behind it.
Feeling that an explanation would come when Ron spoke, Severus hurried to join
him, hoping he didn�t look as gormless as he felt.

�Hello,
sorry, we�re a little early� actually,� Ron glanced at the clock, �Sorry, we�re
very early. We have an appointment at eleven, Ronald Weasley and Severus Snape,
about our registration for the magical conception waiting list?�

Severus
nearly yelled with shock. He barely heard what the witch replied to Ron as
Ron�s words repeated in his mind, deafening him.

�Oh no
matter about being early, it�s so quiet here today because most people have
left for Christmas break. You�ve got your specimens and birth certificates?�

�Yes, right
here,� Ron indicated what he was holding in his hand and the folder.

�Excellent,
take a seat and someone will be with you in about ten minutes.�

Ron turned
back to Severus, terrified of what he might see. The bond ran cold with shock.

�Severus?�
he caught his eyes. �Come and sit down with me.�

Ron was
glad the witch had left her desk to go and find someone to attend to them,
because it was very obvious his husband had had no idea.

�This is
the surprise?� Severus breathed. �This? This is what you�re giving me for
Christmas?�

�If you
accept it, yes,� Ron smiled at him with all the warmth of a log fire.

It was a
good thing the specimen pots were magically sealed and protected, because both
of them, plus the folder, clattered to the floor and bounced as Severus leapt
forward and swung Ron into his arms.

�Oh my God,
do you mean it?� Severus breathed into thick auburn hair.

�I mean it,� Ron whispered, colour flooding his face.

�But how
did you� we have to have filled in loads of forms?� Severus frowned, pushing
Ron back slightly to see his face.

�Yeah� yesterday, I wasn�t exactly cleaning
the house all day� a good part of it was spent reading your books, filling in a
form and� forging your signature,� Ron hissed with a wary glance over his shoulder
to check they were alone.

�I�ve never
been so thrilled to have had my identity thieved from under my nose,� Severus simply
could not stop beaming.

�You�re
sure?� Ron asked, eyes sparkling.

�Misters
Weasley and Snape?� came a voice from behind them, and they parted; Ron dropped
to the floor to gather the objects he�d lost his grip on and Severus drew on
all his inner strength to smile at the wizard in front of them, dressed in
lilac robes. �I�m Artemis Wimborne. I have your
registration form here, if you�d like to follow me?� The man was older than
Severus, with greying hair and a portly belly, but he smiled at them both with
supreme indifference as to their own ages and the fact they were both male.

He
indicated to his office and opened the door, walking in ahead of them, giving
Severus the leeway to turn round and whisper to Ron, �I�ve never been surer of
anything in my life.�

***

�I just
can�t believe it,� Severus repeated to Ron breathily, as they walked hand in
hand down the quiet street around the back of St. Mungo�s.
�You were so� you looked so ill that night I told you about it all.�

�I know,
and I really thought I would have to push myself to be able to do it. But then
I read the books, and the pamphlets� and it turned out not to be so scary after
all,� Ron blushed at the street. �I have to say, though, I�ve been terrified
you would say no.�

�Ron, I�m
just staggered. I really thought� you�ve not mentioned it, you�ve not said a
word� I thought you�d never consider it again.�

�And I
thought you�d never agree after what a dickhead I was,� Ron squeezed his hand.

Severus
pulled him aside. The street was deserted. He put his arms around Ron�s waist
and kissed his lips. �I have something to say, and I�m only going to say it
once, Ron, so listen well.�

Ron gave a
nervous swallow and nodded. He opened every pore in his body as if it would help
him absorb the words.

�Time and
time again, you�ve forgiven me my sins, my issues, my problems. And whilst none
of them necessarily hurt you as deeply as you hurt me,� Severus smoothed his
thumb over Ron�s cheek, �We all cock up sometimes. We all go off the rails
sometimes. And to be honest, if you�re going to do it, to do it after a tragic
loss �be it a mother, or someone you loved very much,� Severus laced his words
with heavy intent, to remind Ron of his own past, �Well. That�s probably the
only acceptable time to do what you did, right, if there is one?�

Ron looked
at him with a mix of veneration and shock. Severus so far had never told him
that he understood Ron�s actions, only that he accepted his apologies for the
hurt he caused through them.

�It�s, to
use one of your favourite phrases, piss in the wind,� Severus smiled and kissed
the tip of Ron�s cold nose. �And, four years from now, when we�re in that ward
reading to our child, we�re going to be stronger than ever. What doesn�t kill
you, or end a relationship,� he finished pointedly, �only makes you stronger.�

Ron nodded
slowly. �Are you done? Permission to speak?�

Severus
raised his eyebrows in invitation.

�I love
you,� Ron�s serious face broke into a beam that could have put the sun in relative
shade. �And, you should know� yesterday when I was running around sorting out
the forms and stuff, I also stopped by the therapy department of the hospital.�

�Why on
earth?� Severus frowned.

�Come on.
My recent actions suggest I�m not entirely as mentally stable as we�d all like.
I�m going to attend� therapy sessions,� Ron tried not to shudder as he said the
last part of the sentence.

Severus
pulled him close and sank a hand into his hair, stroking his scalp softly.
�I�ll make sure I get half of Honeydukes in for the New Year then,� he whispered,
and was glad to feel Ron shake with laughter.

�You�d
better, I have a feeling I�m going to need it. They�ll be banging on about my
self-esteem again.�

Severus
kissed him before he could talk any further, and their tongues met in a warm
wash, neither particularly searching for dominance as they stood there.

�Mmm,�
Severus groaned. �Now, tell me where the bloody hell you got that fantasy
potion.�

�Was it up
to standard?� Ron smirked.

�Where did
you get it?�

�George,
from the adult line they�re selling out the back of the shop,� Ron snorted. �It
was actually his idea. He was with me yesterday, kept me company whilst I
filled in the forms and handed them in and stuff. We were trying to figure out
a way to get you here that was a bit more romantic than me chucking the cup at
you and saying �go!��.

Severus
laughed gaily and looked down at the pavement. �It was amazing. Serious to God. How did you� programme it with things you
knew I�d like?�

�Ah, see,
now that�s the part where you might not be able to look at George in the face
again for a while.�

�George owes me,� Severus winked. �You tell a man�s family about his sexuality
and he becomes pretty willing.�

�It was
you?� Ron�s voice was soft.

Severus
nodded. �Silly bugger was there, he was floundering and I suddenly understood
what he needed from me. I told Fred, as well.�

�Well
then,� Ron nodded his head. �George had to know those things because I couldn�t
programme them in myself. Don�t worry; I think he quite enjoyed it.�

�Filthy
sod,� Severus winked.

�Yes, quite the voyeur,� Ron chuckled.

�But how
did you know half that stuff?�
Severus asked in a quieter voice.

�Simple,�
Ron shrugged. �I�ve just watched you� I�ve watched you during sex, I�ve watched
you watching porn, and I�ve watched you looking at magazines� and then of
course there�s what you beg for in the middle of the night.�

Severus
blushed and hid behind his hair, which only made Ron laugh further. A thought
came to Severus then.

�How on
earth did you manage to get your own sample out?� He asked, looking up at Ron.

�You don�t
remember?� Ron�s mouth was fighting a smirk.

�No, what?�

�Well, last
night, after those three Hot Toddies you insisted
I make you to chase out the remnants of the flu� well� let�s just say your hand
had a busy moment when you were half-asleep in bed. I just had to catch it in
the cup.�

�Sneaky,�
Severus� mouth fell open in playful rage. �And so that�s why you brushed me
off, all last night? We couldn�t have sex because you were saving the surprise
and the ejaculations?�

Ron nodded.
�The stuff said you shouldn�t for twenty four hours beforehand, so I was
determined we�d wait.�

�You
planned it all very thoroughly,� Severus said with admiration. �I honestly
suspected nothing.�

�Well, let�s be fair, your mind was probably so shattered by the orgasm you
wouldn�t have suspected a bludger coming for your face in a Quidditch game,�
Ron�s nose crinkled in his mirth.

�No,
probably not,� Severus smiled somewhat coquettishly. �So what are your plans
for the rest of the day?�

�I
thought,� Ron took a step back. �That we could spend a great
day in London.
Muggle London. Just me and you, have some lunch, look at the landmarks and
stuff.�

�Italian for lunch?�

�Just
because it�s you,� Ron gave a fake exasperated sigh.

***

�Come on,
it�ll be a laugh,� Severus pleaded, tugging on Ron�s arm.

�It looks
really unsafe,� Ron said nervously.

They were
both full to brim of delicious Italian food, and Severus had suggested a walk
through St. James� Park with the intent of seeing Buckingham Palace on the
other side. However halfway through, Severus had found something which had him
grinning like a lunatic �an artificial ice rink had been set up, and was the
epitome of Christmas cheese, with twinkling fairy lights and Christmas music
playing over the ice, which was relatively quiet.

�I don�t
know how to do it,� Ron said quietly.

�Well,
you�ll learn,� Severus promised him. �Its fun, look,� he pointed to a girl that
clearly had experience in ice skating do a complex spin in the centre of the
ice.

�Can you do it?� Ron asked.

�I can,
actually,� Severus� cold face flushed a little and he grinned at the surprise
he felt in the bond. �When I was younger, at Hogwarts� every winter they�d set
up an ice rink. It was great fun.�

�Why did they stop?� Ron inched closer.

�Well, I�m
not going to tell you that when I�m trying to get you on the ice for the first
time, am I?� Severus replied silkily.

�Oh fine,
go on then,� Ron groaned.

Feeling
giddy like a child, Severus let go of his hand and approached the little hut
housing admittance and ice skates. Ron hung back nervously, watching as the
girl skated backwards around the rink with grace, her dark brown hair flying in
the wind as she raced around. He became so fascinated watching her beautiful
movement that he didn�t notice that Severus was back, holding two pairs of
boots.

�Your feet
are apparently too big for conventional skate sizes,� Severus said with a
laugh, holding them out. �Come closer to the ice. And you won�t like this, but
you have to give your precious dragonhides to the man
in the hut as leverage.�

�What, no!� Ron protested, but Severus pressed the bladed boots into his arms
and wouldn�t hear another word.

Grumbling,
Ron plopped down on the bench and eased his feet out of his ever-unlaced precious
boots. As he attempted to do everything he could to make the skates fit, his
face became flustered and didn�t notice that Severus had finished before him.

�Oh, look,�
Severus laughed, and Ron suddenly saw him aim his wand, and then his toes felt
a lot less cramped as the boots magically elongated. �Remind me to put them
back to normal,� Severus hissed, and stooped to pick up Ron�s boots, before
awkwardly hopping back across the boards to hand over both of their footwear,
accepting a small ticket in return.

Ron wobbled
as he stood up and he clutched at the side of the rink.

�Severus I
can�t help but feel it was a good thing we gave our samples before we attempted
this,� Ron worried at him.

�Your fear
is totally endearing,� Severus told him, and neared closer to the edge of the
rink. �Why don�t you give me a second,� he suggested. �It�s been a while; let
me check I�ve not been talking out of my backside?�

Ron gave a
nervous giggle and nodded, and leant his elbows on the edge of the rink to
watch.

�See you in
a bit,� Severus called to him, and with a certain amount of trepidation, put
one foot on the ice and pushed off.

He needn�t
have bothered to worry. Testing the feel of the boots and the ice, Severus
navigated himself round in a loose circle, making sure not to get in anyone
else�s way. It felt just like it had at fifteen �exhilarating and easy. He
winked at Ron before sliding his left foot forward and picking up speed, fully
circling around the edges of the rink.

Argh, shit, slushy bit, fuck fuck fuck. Severus managed to avoid falling with a leg manoeuvre he was sure he
would pay for in the morning, and his heart fluttered with the nerves that only
being on ice could produce. He slowed as he neared Ron, watching with wide eyes,
still leaning over the edge of the rink.

�You make
it look really easy,� he breathed, as Severus slid up to him and grabbed hold
of the side.

�There are
some slushy parts around the very edges, but apart from that it�s fine,�
Severus smiled. �Ready to give it a go?�

�No, I like
watching you� it�s like you�re flying.�

�Alright,
but next time, you�re coming with me.�

Severus
pushed off again and found himself alone on the ice
except for one other person, the girl who moved with too much ease to be an amateur.
He circled faster, wishing he�d thought to bring his gloves �if he fell over
his hands would freeze. Seeing as they were so alone, he didn�t see much harm
in trying out some of the more complex moves he could remember. He made a
gentle sweep across the centre and managed a messy turn in the middle of the
move, carrying on and looping again around the edges of the rink. When he cut
across the ice again he managed the turn much more successfully, and faster.

Stupid enough to try backwards
skating again?
Severus had nearly lost five fingers the last time he�d tried it, but he felt
somewhat reckless in his happiness. He turned, sending a spray of ice up as he
stopped, then shifted his feet backwards, weaving his hips slightly. Wahey! I moved! Ha ha,
get in.

�You�re not
bad,� the girl spoke to him as she skated past, hair streaking behind her. �Do
you skate a lot?�

�Er,� Severus gave a nervous laugh, and turned to catch up
with her. �This is my first time on the ice in about, what is it? Twenty, twenty five years?�

She raised
her eyebrows in surprise and turned to face him, skating backwards as he moved
forwards. �You just have a sort of grace, is all. You
looked like you did it a lot.�

�The last
time I attempted skating backwards I nearly lost all the fingers on my right
hand,� Severus laughed wryly.

�Must be a
natural talent then,� she smiled, then turned away from him and flew away, hair
flying out behind her.

Severus
slid back over to Ron.

�What did she want?� Severus recognised the accusation in Ron�s voice.

�She wanted
to compliment me on my skating,� Severus shook his hair out of his eyes. �Come
on you, you�re coming out, now.�

�But I�m
going to fall on my arse and look like a dick,� Ron whined, though he moved
sideways to the gap in the rink�s sides.

�Well
you�re a beginner,� Severus held out his hands. �When you first got on a broom
are you telling me you didn�t fall off then?�

�No, but
that was grass and it was soft, not cold bone-breaking ice,� Ron muttered.

�Well it�s
a good thing I know how to do wandless, wordless
cushioning charms, isn�t it?� Severus gave a smile.

Ron reached
for his hands. �So what do I do?�

�Slide your
foot on the ice� like that, yes, that�s right. Now bring the other one��

�No, I think I like it better on solid ground,� Ron protested, panic rising in
his tone.

�Ice is solid,� the girl threw in with a grin as she slowed to a halt next to
them. �Anyway, I�m going to leave now, so nobody will be around to see it if
you do fall over. Though everyone does the first time.
I still fall over and I�ve been doing this for ten years.�

�Is that meant to encourage me?� Ron yelped, as Severus tugged him fully onto
the ice and moved him out of the way so the girl could leave the rink.

�No,� she
said fairly. �But we�re all human.�

The girl
hopped out of her boots, changed into her shoes, and disappeared, true to her
word. Severus looked back to Ron and gave him an encouraging smile. �Just trust
me?�

�Oh, that�s
blackmail,� Ron snarled, and had to fight down his scared cry as Severus let go
of his hand and turned back so they were side by side.

�We�ll go
slowly,� Severus placated him, looking out at the winter drenched park, barely
able to keep the grin off his lips.�
�Just slide your feet, don�t place them, slide them� yes, that�s it, you�re
doing it!� His praise bubbled in his voice and Severus realised with a jolt,
that in a few years, it could be his child
he was teaching to ice skate.

They made
it all of four glides before Ron misplaced his foot and crashed to the ice with
a thump. Severus� cushioning charm shielded his body from pain and he sat
getting his breath back for a moment.

�It�s not
so bad, once you fall the first time,� Severus helped him up. �At least now you
know what�s coming, right?�

Ron nodded
and tentatively dropped Severus� hand.

�Brave,�
Severus commended him, and skated further ahead so he could turn back to look
at his husband.

Ron�s face
was flushed with the effort, and whilst he was scared, he was actually finding
it fun. �How do I stop?� He asked Severus.

�You aim for the sides,� Severus didn�t want to overload him. �But watch me.�

He skated
off through the middle of the rink and turned the blades to skid to a halt.
�Like that. But you�re a beginner, so seriously just grab whatever you can.�

Ron nodded,
and waving his arms about as he moved, managed to skate out to the middle of
the rink to Severus.

�What did I just say? Now you have no sides to cling on to should you want to
stop!� Ron heard his old irritable Potions Master rise in the man he loved.

�You�ll stop
me,� Ron said confidently, and threw his arms around Severus� waist without
thinking.

A stream of
loud of obscenity and groaning accompanied them as they crashed onto the ice,
with no cushioning charm to help them. They were tangled together and suddenly
Ron was laughing, rolling onto his back on the ice, his husky voice floating
into the London
sky. Severus groaned and sat up.

�You did
that on purpose, didn�t you?� He let his hand rest on the cold ice for a
moment, before aiming and sliding it in the front of Ron�s coat, and placing it
on his absurdly hot belly.

A shriek
followed the laughter into the air and it was Severus� turn to bark out his
laugh, and get gracefully to his feet and skate quickly to the other end of the
rink.

�I say this with absolute certainty, you can�t catch me,� he smirked back at
Ron, who had only just sat up.

�You�re a
knob,� Ron shouted back playfully, and turned onto all fours, wondering how the
hell he was going to manage getting on his feet.

Severus
watched with an amused smirk as his husband shakily rose,
arms thrown wide to provide counterweight. �Well done,� Severus burst out as
though he�d just congratulated George on crapping on the grass and not the patio,
and added enthusiastically condescending claps.

�You are so
going to pay for this!� Ron shouted, though he was still laughing, and as
Severus set off, flying around the rink with speed, he knew he had no chance.

He
contented himself with making for the edge of the rink. His feet were clearly
too big to be of any advanced level of skill at the sport, but Severus had
smaller feet, and was more elegant in every way. Ron wasn�t surprised as he
watched him pick up speed with his confidence, and he was positively entranced
as long dark hair danced to the wind Severus created as he moved.

Ron leant
back against the rink wall and watched Severus contentedly zoom about the ice,
shouting encouragement for better style and new moves. The day had gone more
successfully than he could ever have imagined.

***

�So what�s
that one?� Ron bit a chunk off the end of his hot dog as they walked along the
river.

�That�s the Tower
of London,� Severus shot
him an exasperated look. �You know� Princes in the Tower, Tower Green where
people of higher class were executed, most feared prison of Henry VIII�s reign?�

�And which one was he again?� Ron smirked as he at some more of his hot dog,
knowing his question would infuriate Severus, who did not disappoint him with
his frustrated groan.

�Do you
remember anything I tell you?� He threw his coffee cup in a bin as they passed
it, and grabbed Ron�s arm and pulled him over to the railings.

�Henry VIII
is one of the most influential, arguably the
most influential monarch in Muggle British History, Ron, how can you not
remember that? His divorce created the Church of England and made the country
split from Rome�
it�s incredibly important in their history!�

�I didn�t
take Muggle Studies,� Ron said unhelpfully. �And history� it�s always kind of
bored me.�

�But
history is fascinating!�

�You sound
like Hermione,� Ron sighed.

�It is! Blood and guts and wars and tragic stories, it�s interesting,� Severus
protested.

�Why live
in the past?� Ron shrugged.

�Because
the past can tell you how to live through the future,� Severus argued hotly.
�Without history and experience, how would we ever learn anything?�

�There�s a
difference between learning and living in the past, though.�

�So what, I
like Muggle History,� Severus scowled. �And for your information, you should know. Did you know witchcraft was
one of the charges bought against Anne Boleyn for her execution? A Queen of
England had her block knocked off because they thought she was one of us!�

�Sounds like a bit of a nasty git, that Henry bloke,� Ron couldn�t keep his knowing
smirk off his face.

�Oh you
little shit, you remembered every part of that, didn�t you?�

�I�m
sorry,� Ron laughed. �I just� you get all fiery and passionate about this stuff
and you start gesturing with your hands and I love watching you talk about it.�

�You�re lucky you�re sexy, Weasley, or I�d throw you in the river.�

�Liar,� Ron
said bluntly. �You want the last bite of this?�

�No thank you, I have absolutely no desire to spend Christmas Day chucking up
into a toilet because a street vendor has given me food poisoning.�

�Cast iron innards, me,� Ron shook his head. �And it�s delicious. Just the
right amount of onions and cheese��

�And
anyway, that�s not a hot dog, it looks more like a��

Ron burst
out laughing so Severus didn�t have to finish his observation. �Talking about
Christmas Day, we never did decide what we�re doing tomorrow.�

�Yes we
did,� Severus said calmly.

�No, we
didn�t.�

�We�re going to your dad�s,� Severus told him.

�Are we?�

�Yes, we
are.�

�Well
alright then.�

They looked
out at the river, illuminated with the orange lights from the city.

�I haven�t
got anybody anything for Christmas,� Severus said glumly. �Including you.�

�I don�t need a present,� Ron said warmly, screwing up the serviette and
throwing it in the bin. �I�ve got enough just having you and knowing what we did
this morning.�

�I know,�
Severus couldn�t help the way his face broke out into a smile. �God. Four years. It�s so long.�

�Too long,� Ron bit his lip and covered Severus� hand on the icy railing with
his own. �It�s why I got such a fire under my arse when I decided to do it. It
just had to be before Christmas� god knows why, it�s not like a few extra days
would have made any difference, really.�

�It was a beautiful present idea,� Severus turned to him, taking in the glow of
Ron�s skin, his slightly red tipped nose and reddened lips from the warm food.

Ron didn�t
reply but his eyes sparkled with joy.

�You know,
standing here in this dump,� Severus looked around as a police car hurtled
past on the road behind him, sirens blaring. �You�re more of a diamond in the
rough than you�ve ever been.�

�London�s not a dump,� Ron
said defiantly. �I love this city. It�s alive and vibrant.�

�And full of grumpy people and nasty pollution which�ll
coat your lungs with a fine layer of rotting crap,� Severus had a sense of d�j�
vu �he might have had this conversation with Remus once upon a time. �You
should talk to Remus if you love London,
so does he. He knows it like the back of his hand.�

�I would,
if Remus were talking to me,� Ron said softly.

�I�ll talk
to the silly bastard,� Severus muttered.

�Don�t,�
Ron shook his head. �I deserve it and, from your point of view, it must be nice
to know you have friends that are so loyal to you.�

�Remus is
certainly loyal,� Severus laughed. �But he�s also capable of taking it too far.
I�ll talk to him.�

�If you
want,� Ron smiled.

�Shall we
head home, then?� Severus turned away from the railing and smoothed his arms
around Ron�s waist from the side. �It�s been a long day� and if I�m honest I�ve
been dying to get you out of this big coat which hides all of your best
features since the moment I laid eyes on you.�
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