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A/N: Hello
everyone! Back again. This story is a continuation and possibly the final
instalment of all my RW/SS stories (please see the second A/N at the end if you read the fic) and
you might want to read them all first (especially Torn as it has explanations
essential for this story). But you�re very welcome to read from the off. This
is a right whirlwind of smut, Quidditch chants, cheeseburgers,
reminiscing the past, healing, tears and something else I don�t want to give
away in the summary ;)

To my
reviewers, thank you so much. Jaino, as I can�t thank
you properly without an email address, I�ll do it here �your reviews made me
beam! This one especially goes out for you.

***

Chapter One
�Quidditch and Cocktails

�Come on,
what are you fucking waiting for?� Ron gave an impatient stamp of his foot. �England versus Italy won�t wait, Severus, and nor
will I!�

�You�re an
impatient little brat sometimes,� Severus muttered, zipping his trousers up on
his way out of the bathroom to save time. �You know the Italians are just showboaters, we could turn up halfway through we wouldn�t
have missed a big amount of Quidditch.�

�That�s
your heritage you�re talking about,� Ron winked. �George, I�ll be back late
tonight.�

Ron dropped
onto his knees and grabbed the Red Setter�s chops in his hands. �Yes I will.
But there�s food and water on the floor in the kitchen so please don�t break
into the cupboards again. You know he gets mad when you do that,� Ron jerked
his head at Severus who was ignoring the jibe, doing up his jacket. �So you be a good boy and please God don�t chew anything up� if you
do, make sure it�s mine.� Ron kissed the dog on the nose fleetingly and got to
his feet.

George
yapped at Severus, wanting a goodbye from both his owners. �I�ll be back early
because there�s no way in hell I�m being dragged through the depths of the
London Underground to a new club.� Another yap.

�Oh, fine,�
Severus bent and ruffled the dog�s ears. Another yap implied that this simply
wasn�t enough.

�You�re the
neediest dog in the world�� He kissed
the dog�s head and only then did the massive auburn creature turn and slope
into the living room, tail wagging.

�He�s
getting worse,� Severus shook his head disbelievingly.

�Well, you
keep saying things like �when the baby comes�, of course he�s going to get
jealous. And we�re only a year gone of the four. Don�t see why you have to keep
taunting him.�

�I�m not!�
Severus protested. �Am I not allowed to be excited?�

�Well, don�t tire yourself out,� Ron grinned. �Right, are we finally ready to go and holler ourselves
ridiculously hoarse at our national team?�

�Slytherins do not holler,� Severus raised an eyebrow.

�Right,
yes, in the middle of a chorus of �You�re
not singing, you�re not singing, you�re not singing anymore!� I�ll remind
you of that,� Ron snorted.

�Well if
they�d get off their backsides and play a decent game once in a while, I wouldn�t
have to criticize them, would I?� Severus replied haughtily.

***

�We�re
still early, even when we�re late,� Ron muttered, wrapping his arms around his
torso.

�See, this
is why I�m in charge of our outings,� Severus grinned smugly.

�Nobody
else is here yet,� Ron looked around for a glimpse of red hair.

They were
all going to the match together �himself and Severus, Harry, Ginny, the rest of
the Weasleys and attached partners, Remus and Tonks and Hermione, and then the
parties were splitting to go off and enjoy hen and stag nights separately,
meeting up with the rest of their friends at the chosen venues. Harry and Ginny
were finally walking down the aisle the next day, after months of planning and
one setback in the date.

�Are you
sure you won�t come out with us to the club?� Ron asked again. �I know you�ll
start bleating about how old you feel but��

�But what?�
Severus watched a portkey of Italians arrive a few
hundred yards away.

Ron
muttered something about not feeling able to handle social situations without
Severus anymore and looked at his boots. Severus gave a tut.

�Look, come
on, you�ll be twenty-two in a month, Ron, don�t you think you�re old enough to
go out boozing without someone to hold your hand?�

�I am,� Ron
shrugged. �But I don�t want to.�

�It�s going
to be some repressive, dingy club with agile young things like you lot prancing
about and I don�t particularly like being reminded that my youth has curled up
and gone to bed with a nice book,� Severus scuffed his boot against the ground
awkwardly. �And you should understand that.�

Ron sighed
and knew his battle lost. He checked his watch and saw that there were only
five minutes left before everyone else turned up. Severus� punctuality
obsession really bit at the end of January with the wind rattling around them.

�Least it�s
not raining,� Severus threw in cheerfully and Ron laughed.

�I do
believe my optimism has rubbed off on you,� he grinned.

Severus snorted.
�Well, don�t let it go to your head.�

�Sorry, did
you say something about giving head?�

�Is your
mind ever out of the gutter?�

�Not if I
can help it,� Ron winked.

Severus
walked closer to him and nudged him slightly. �You know, I�ll bet there are showers
in there� we could go and find out and-�

�As ever,
you�re bloody early!� Came a shout and Ron looked up, plainly gutted he would
never get to hear the end of Severus� no doubt filthy suggestion.

Harry leapt
towards them with an excited grin on his face, an England scarf draped around his
shoulders. He tugged Ginny with him.

�Hello Groom-to-be,�
Ron smiled. �Hello Bride-to-be.�

�Hello
strange Best Man,� Ginny rolled her eyes.

�So� are
you more excited about the match or your wedding?� Ron threw at Harry.

�Hint,�
Severus said quietly to Harry, �Pick the right answer.�

Ginny gave
a snort of laughter and played with the ends of her own England scarf.
�I don�t know which is the right
answer to be honest, I�m pretty stoked for this game.�

�Because you know in a few years time it might be you up there,� Ron looked
wistfully at the stadium, which meant he missed the look of excitement between
Harry and Ginny.

Severus did
not, but before he could comment, more voices sounded which heralded the rest
of the Weasley Clan.

�So lads,
have we got our chants down?� Fred rubbed his hands together. �Got to show
those Italian divers whose boss, right?�

�The
Italian team are not divers,� Severus
protested indignantly.

�Er, who called them showboaters
not forty-five minutes ago?!� Ron laughed.

�There�s a
difference between diving and showboating,� Severus said coolly.

�And the Italians do both,� Charlie said fairly. �You�re never going to win,
Severus.�

�Well, I�m on his side,� Seamus announced. �You feckin� English think you�re
all that lording it over t�Irish, and knocking us out of the running like that...�

�I never said who I was supporting,� Severus pointed out, fighting back his
shiver as Seamus� Irish accent rolled over him.

�This is
the first time we�ve reached the semi-finals in years,� Charlie said proudly.
�And it�s skill that�s put us there.�

�No, your feckin� eejit beaters did that, did you know Moran�s still in St. feckin� Mungo�s because of your beater?�
Seamus fought back.

The
argument continued through the rest of their party joining them, and into the
stadium. Severus kept close to his husband and amused himself listening to the
bantering between Seamus and Charlie, offering sarcastic comment on the ability
of both teams in question.

�Enjoying
your first Weasley Family Quidditch Outing?� Bill laughed to him as they passed
through the turnstiles.

�Clearly an
experience I�ll never forget,� Severus watched with raised eyebrows as Charlie
tried to tie an England
scarf around Seamus� neck �the boy had settled into life as an honorary Weasley
far quicker than Severus himself had.

�We�ll
never hear the end of this if we lose tonight,� Ron groaned. �He�ll be crowing
till the next Cup.�

�Well, if
you go out tonight,� Seamus overheard him, �It�s some pride back for the Irish
at any rate.�

�Because you were knocked out by someone that got kicked out at the very
next stage?�
Severus asked.

�Aye,�
Seamus nodded. �And to the Italians at that.�

An Italian
family walking in front of them turned round and glared at Seamus �Severus, Ron
and Bill all burst into laughter.

�Do keep a
watch on your mouth, Finnegan,� Severus said disdainfully. �Unless
you want to spend the night in the Ministry Holding Cells?�

Seamus gave
him a merry obscene hand gesture and turned away to talk to George.

They began
to climb the stairs to get to their seats and Severus couldn�t deny that he was
excited. He hadn�t been to a large scale Quidditch match since he was in his
twenties. He was walking behind Ron, admiring the view of his backside as his
husband climbed, when he nearly walked into him. Ron gave a visible wobble and
stopped, raising his hand up to his mouth.

�Are you
alright?� Severus frowned, placing his hands on Ron�s shoulders.

�Yeah I
just� came over a bit funny,� Ron swallowed and shook his head, trying to calm
his fluttering stomach.

�Get a move
on!� Someone shouted from behind them and Ron shrugged and continued up the
stairs.

When they
reached their seats, Severus felt his forehead protectively and could find
nothing wrong.

�I feel
fine now,� Ron assured him, and placed a kiss on Severus� lips.

�Get a
room, get a room, get a roooooom,� Harry sang at them,
getting his chanting ready for the match. �Get a room, get a room, get a rooooooooom.�

***

�FUCKING SON OF A BITCH!�

�That�s unbelievable!�

�You�ve got
a feckin� shite team.�

�Fucking shit referee.�

�Shite team.�

�Shit referee!�

�Now what�s
the fucking bastard doing?�

�Severus,
your language is appalling!� Remus teased.

�I�ll tell you what�s fucking appalling,� Severus
spat. �That he,� Severus jabbed in
the air at where the referee was hovering, �Can�t tell a fucking dive and an
obvious feint from a shove! GET UP YOU FUCKING WANKER! THERE�S NO WAY IN
SALAZAR�S SWEET BALLS YOU WERE BLATCHED!� That went to the Italian player
rolling around the grass clutching his shin.

�Oh my God,
he�s going to-� Ginny buried her face in her hands.

�Noooooooooo!� Ron howled as his hands rose in
clenched fists, watching as the red card glittered in the air and the England player
it was directed at gaped in horror. �Nooooooooooo
we�re so fucking screwed!�

�This is
ridiculous!� Severus threw his hands up anger, well aware he was beginning to
gesture enough to look like he should have been sitting on the other side of
the stadium with the Italian supporters, all of whom looked incredibly smug at
the turn of events on the pitch.

�Fuck it. One beater. How the hell are we going to
pull out of this with one beater!?� Charlie said desperately.

�I think a
chorus of �the referee�s a wanker� will make us all feel better,� Severus shot
down the row of seats and Harry burst out laughing.

�Off you go
then, Slytherin Heckler,� he replied.

�Oh, you
don�t think I will?� Severus raised an eyebrow.

�You
haven�t got the balls,� Harry challenged.

�Ron, hold
my drink, please,� Severus handed it to him.

�Severus,
don�t get us thrown out-� Ron begged.

But Severus
wasn�t listening. Much to the surprise of all those surrounding him, moments
later, he�d managed to whip up a dedicated group of chanters, all angry at the
referee�s decision, merrily chanting away, and instead of dying, the roar grew
and spread all the way down the English side of the stadium. Ron was nearly
wetting himself with laughter as Harry finally gave in and jumped on his seat
and shouted with the best of them.

�There,
now,� Severus cleared his throat and demurely took his drink out of Ron�s hand
again, �Don�t we all feel better for that? Cheers!� He downed the rest of his
beer.

***

You�re shit, and you�ve won fuck
all!

The English
half of the crowd sang with glee as the Italians sloped off the pitch, crying
at their bitter defeat.

�Notice how
that fucking bastard�s �broken� shin is just fine now,� someone yelled in front of them.

You�re shit, and you�ve won fuck
all!

�So, you
still going to insist they�re not divers?� Charlie shouted along to Severus.

�You may
have been right,� Severus conceded.

A great
cheer roared up through the crowd as the English team took a lap round the
pitch.

ING-ER-LAND, ING-ER-LAND,
ING-ER-LAAAAAAAAND.

�Do we know
who won the Germany-France match?� Bill asked of Fred, who held a tiny pocket
wireless in his hand.

�Still
playing, it�s raining in France.�

�I almost wish it was the Irish,� Charlie shook his head ruefully.

�We�d wipe
the floor with ye,� Seamus glowered.

GLORY GLORY
ING-ER-LAAAAND, GLORY GLORY ING-ER-LAAAAAAND.

�You
couldn�t wipe your own arse,� George provoked his boyfriend.

�You want to take this outside, Weasley?�

The
Italians were forced back out to do a conciliatory lap on their brooms.

STIIIIICK BROOMS UP YER ARSE AND
SWEEP THE CEEEEILING!

Severus
snorted as he saw Harry and Fred up on the railing in front of them singing
loudest of all to that one.

�Nothing
like a good Quidditch victory to turn us all into yobs,� Ron wiped the tears of
mirth from his eyes, watching Seamus and George engage in a girlish slapping
fight.

***

�Remus, please?� Harry begged.

�No,� Remus
shook his head. �Harry, look �a stag night is called that for many reasons, and
I�m too old to be included.�

�Age is just a number and a state of mind,� Harry argued.

�Well,
maybe when you�re not a werewolf.�

�Full moon�s days away. It�s no excuse.�

Severus
listened to Harry argue with Remus from where he stood wrapped around Ron, saying
a thoroughly kiss-drenched goodbye for the evening. He felt like a forward
teenager standing there, locking tongues in public.

�Tonks is
going out with the girls,� Harry gestured to the empty space where the females
in their party had already left.

�Well Tonks
is younger than I am.�

�Remus, I
didn�t want to do this�� Harry put his hands on his lips. �But you�re the last
link I have left to my parents and to Sirius and I want you there as a bond to my family.�

�Blackmail,
Harry? You should have been a Slytherin,� Remus glared at him.

�Is it working?�

Remus
sighed and looked at the floor. �Fine, one drink. And,
I�m only doing that if Severus comes and gives me some back up.�

�I�m leaving now,� Severus broke apart from Ron.

�You�re not
coming along?� Harry frowned.

�I told you I wasn�t,� Severus frowned back.

�Yeah but I
thought you were just being a twat,� Harry shrugged. �Please come, I need
someone to hold Ron up when he�s holding me up.�

Severus
glared over at Remus who grinned evilly and said, �If I�m going down, I�m
taking you with me.�

Severus
glowered at him, folded his arms over his chest and hummed something very
similar to the chant of �stick brooms up yer arse and
sweep the ceiling.�

***

�Who in
their right mind hides a club in the Underground?� Severus muttered to Ron as
they stood, clutching to the side of the escalator.

�It�s
pretty cool,� Ron shrugged. �These things freak me out though.�

�Well, this
is the tallest escalator on the entire system,� Remus interjected. �So it�s not
one to lose your head on, Ron.�

�How do you
know so much about Muggle trains and stuff?� Ron asked, and Severus snorted
behind him, a snort which sounded suspiciously like the words �train spotter�.

�I am not
an anorak,� Remus said calmly, turning to face the front again.

�Sounds
like it to me,� Ron grinned.

Remus was
grumbling as they stepped off the long mechanical steps, and they followed
Harry to the end of the platform, where he nonchalantly walked through a
theatre poster for Phantom of the Opera. Severus didn�t admit the chill he felt
as he passed through the black and white face. Just as he
would never admit to having seen the show in question -twice.

He looked
up as he passed through into a blue lit entry hall, and saw Harry talking to
the man on the door, who waved him through and stood back to let them all pass.

�Being the
Chosen One certainly did have benefits,� Ron snorted, lacing his fingers
through Severus� as soon as they could walk side-by-side.

The music was loud and crashing, and the entire club was lit by the same dim
lights as the entrance hall. It looked seedy and grungy to Severus, but he bit
down his comment because he knew Ron would call him old.

Well, I am old and he should know
that by now.

�Drinks are
free,� Harry grinned as he sauntered up to them. �Just say you�re with me.�

�I love
you,� Ron laughed.

�Alas but
fair one, I doth marry thy sister in the morn,� Harry winked, jokingly brushing
the back of his knuckles over Ron�s cheek. �Thou should hath made thine intentions clear sooner.�

�Woe is
me,� Ron rolled his eyes.

Severus skated a hand over Ron�s back and pinched at his backside
firmly, reminding him subtly of his presence. Ron�s eyes slid towards him and
his eyebrows rose slightly.

�Even if it
was a joke, doesn�t mean I like picturing it,� Severus whispered, and unzipped
his jacket.

***

�Remind me
to teach you all some decent chants,� Dean laughed, knocking back some ale. �I
know some great ones from the terraces. Sounds like it was a
great game. I�m gutted I had to work.�

�Chants like
what?� George asked.

�Well, you pick someone you don�t like, and you sing �who ate all the pies?� at
them. Which basically goes �Who ate all the pies? Who ate all the pies? You fat
bastard, you fat bastard, you ate all the pies!� Or,
you insult the fans of the other team. See, if West Ham were playing Liverpool, I�d be bellowing �you dirty northern
bastards�. Or, if you really want to light the fuses on their tampons, you
insult their mothers and imply that they�re all on the dole. Erm, it�s the money you can get when you don�t have a job,�
Dean explained, seeing several blank faces.

�Such a
refined game, football,� Severus rolled his eyes.

�And what
would you know?� Ron laughed.

�My father
was muggle, an alcoholic and liked bellowing unfairly. He clearly enjoyed that
�beautiful� game,� Severus explained, shuddering slightly over the word
beautiful.

�Oi, what are you trying to say?� Dean gestured a
v-sign with his fingers.

�Well, to
be fair,� Seamus cut in. �You weren�t all that friendly at that game you took
me to when you played Chelsea.�

�Bunch of
arrogant bloody tarts,� Dean made a face.

They fell
to arguing and Severus turned to Ron. �Having a good time?�

�Yeah it�s great,� he smiled. �Harry�s already completely trashed.�

Both of
them looked over to where Harry was laughing too loudly at a joke, glasses
lopsided.

�He�ll have
one hell of a hangover in the morning,� Severus observed.

�So will I
at this rate,� Ron knocked the rest of his bottle down his throat.

�It doesn�t
do for the best man to be late because he can�t leave the bathroom floor,�
Severus winked.

�I�ll be
fine,� Ron gave a little burp. �I have you.�

�Mmm, yes,
you do,� Severus leaned in for a kiss.

�And you�re
good at saving me from everything,� Ron wormed a little tongue into the kiss,
but pulled away before anyone could start ragging them.

�Oh, I
fucking love this song!� Seamus shouted, and leapt to his feet, pulling George
with him. �And now, my little Weasley, you watch a master of dance at his
craft!�

The entire
table watched as Seamus hauled George into the sea of jostling bodies and
instantly whirled him around dramatically. Dean snorted and turned away,
embarrassed.

�Fred,
Seamus is stealing all your moves,� Charlie flicked a peanut at his brother,
who was making eyes at a blonde at the next table.

�Son of a�� Fred leapt to his feet. �He steals my brother and then he steals my
moves. This injustice cannot stand. I need a dance partner!�

�I think
the groom-to-be could do with a good dance,� Dean looked over at Harry with an
evil glint in his eye. �Shall we?�

Together
they, Neville and the eldest Weasley brothers rose.

�Hey, what?
No! No! No guys put me down, aaaagh fuck! Shit.�

The sound
of Harry�s laughter merged into the dance floor and Ron got up to follow them
with a fleeting squeeze of Severus� hand.

�I feel so
old,� Remus shifted into Ron�s vacated seat.

�We are
old,� Severus said unhelpfully.

�We used to
move like them once,� Remus said wistfully. �Do you remember?�

�How could
I bloody forget?� Severus laughed.

�Mind you,
we had to move fast, the places we
went, if you stood still long enough someone�d hump
your leg.�

�Someone
did, if you remember rightly,� Severus swilled his wine around in his glass
before taking a mouthful.

�Sure that wasn�t you?� Remus teased.

�Slytherins do not hump,� Severus replied haughtily.

***

�Fuck,� Ron
laughed, as he dropped his lighter on the floor.

�Clumsy,�
Severus chided, reaching down for the muggle lighter and handing it back to
Ron. �Remind me, why have you started puffing again?�

�Dunno, just fancied it tonight,� Ron shrugged, finally
managing to the light the end of the stick. He coughed as he inhaled the first
mouthful. �Ugh, out of practice.�

All of the
party were considerably merry. Remus and Severus had both been subjected to the
two rounds of �I�ve Never� which Harry had wanted to play, which meant they, as
the oldest there, were now just as drunk as everybody else due to extended lifetime
experience. Severus was somewhat glad �he didn�t need to know quite how many of
the people he had taught had jacked off in the Hogwarts showers, nor did he want
to remember the fact he�d admitted to doing so himself. But, as they had all
crowed at him, the game didn�t lie. Being drunk helped to forget the memory.

Ron flicked
his ash away into the air where it melted, and blew out his smoke from the
corner of his mouth.

�You look
sexy,� Severus grinned.

�Is it the
fag?� Ron waved it in question.

�Might be,�
Severus took a mouthful of coconut daiquiri. He watched as the birds on the
tiny umbrella flew in an out of the blue paper.

�Hey!�
Harry dropped into the seat next to Severus and suddenly pouted. �Awh, who broke the cocktails out without telling me?�

�That would
be me,� Severus slid the stick of flaked chocolate from the thick liquid and
popped it into his mouth.

�You don�t wanna know what that looks like,� Harry snorted, as he
watched him eat it.

�Disgusting,
Potter,� Severus drawled with a wink.

�I�m so
pissed,� Harry snorted.

�I�d never have guessed.�

�How do you sound so� you, even when you�re pished? Uh, pissed.�
Harry shook his head slightly.

�Practice,�
Severus laughed.

�HE�S HERE,
GUYS!� Fred hollered, and clamped his hands down on Harry�s shoulders. �Found
the little bugger!�

�No, no
more dancing,� Harry begged. �I need to rest��

�No rest
for the wicked,� Fred dismissed him. �Or those soon to be married.�

�Marrying a girl! Don�t want to dance with you ugly bastards anymore!� Harry snorted.

�You
haven�t danced with Ron yet,� Bill pointed out. �You have to dance with your
best man.�

�Did you
dance with Charlie?� Harry asked indignantly.

�Unfortunately,�
Bill sidestepped his brother�s playful punch. �Mum�s dancing gene totally
bypassed Charlie.�

�Is that
why he�s not got a date?� Ron teased.

�No that�s
because of his FACE,� Fred retorted and it was his turn to dodge a punch.

�My face
and my dancing are perfectly up to par,� Charlie sniffed. �But it�s not like
I�m going to pick anyone up in here with you bastards chasing them all away.�

�I�m telling you, that guy was a weirdo,� Fred exclaimed.

�He offered
to buy me a drink,� Charlie scoffed.

�And who does that? Who buys people they don�t know drinks?!�

�I�m
shocked you have a girlfriend,� Charlie shook his head disbelievingly.

�Aren�t we
all?� Ron smirked.

�Knob off,�
Fred dramatically flounced back into the dance floor.

�Harry, I
really think I�m going to head off,� Remus tried again pointedly in the lull in
conversation.

�No!� Harry
burst out. �No, you�re going to stay even if I have to tie you to the fucking
chair, Remus.�

�Watch out,
once upon a time that would have been right up his alley,� the comment slipped loudly
from Severus� lips before he could stop it, and suddenly all of them were
howling with laughter.

�You little
bastard,� Remus said slowly and kicked him under the table.

�Ach, it�s the truth,� Severus took a dignified mouthful. As dignified as I can get when I�m swallowing mouthfuls out of a glass
adorned with a teeny paper umbrella� which I will be stealing shortly, for the
collection.

�I�m really
going to need another drink if I�m going to be forced to stay here with someone
blurting out my past sexual preferences,� Remus got to his feet, glaring at
Severus.

�Good,�
Harry threw an arm around his shoulders and marched him off to the bar.

Severus
noticed he and Ron were alone again and Ron was stubbing out his cigarette.

�Ron?�

�Mmm, my darlingest of darlings?�

�You�re pissed,�
Severus pointed out.

�Delightfully so.�

�Givusasnog,�
Severus slurred. Fucking
fifth daiquiri. Knew it was a
mistake.

Ron grinned
and in one smooth movement swung his leg over so that he straddled his husband,
facing him in the chair. He put his hands gently on shirted shoulders, feeling
the heat from the skin beneath. �Mmm,�

�Mmm what,
we�ve not even done anything yet?�

�Mmm you.
And you said the word snog, you never say snog.� Ron laughed, and kissed
his husband.

�I told you
that tongue piercing was a good idea,� Severus whispered, before sliding his
tongue in Ron�s mouth to bat playfully against the metal ball.

�Feels
better somewhere else though�� Ron commented, giving the tiniest thrust of his
hips.

Severus was
suddenly gripped by lust, and all regard for their surroundings and company
flew from his mind as his erection sprang to life in his jeans. Ron felt it and
bit his lip tantalisingly, before thrusting again �so smoothly that nobody
would have noticed it.

�God that
feels good,� Severus whispered, glad that Ron�s hair was so long it shielded
the fact that he extended his tongue and ran it along the shell of his ear,
causing Ron to shudder in his arms.

�Oh fuck,� he groaned, as he felt Severus� groin pressing into his own.

The curse
still remained in place. Unless Severus touched him, or pressed against him,
Ron couldn�t feel his own erections. The only way he could tell, as he could
have done at that moment, was the way the material of his jeans tightened across
his hips with the lack of space. He swallowed and shifted slightly, causing
them both to groan as the pressure increased.

Severus
clamped his hands down around Ron�s hips and held him in place, so the pressure
stayed tight. Then he brought their mouths together, and kissed Ron with very
little grace or finesse, but a lot of tongue. Not that Ron minded.

�Mmm, you
taste of coconut,� Ron pulled back slightly. �Are you glad you came?�

�This place
might look like a dive but they know their cocktails,� Severus winked.

�I know your cock,� Ron breathed hotly in his ear. �Will that do?�

Severus
snorted and kissed sensually beneath Ron�s own ear, before whispering, �You can
do whatever you want to my cock.�

�Here?� Ron raised an eyebrow, and gave a thrust of his hips, causing Severus� lips
to part a little with want as he rose up to meet Ron.

�

�Well, dear
me,� Remus� voice interrupted. �I thought Slytherins
didn�t hump, Severus?�

***

�So,
really, what was the point of getting that pierced?� Harry winced, as Ron shifted
the bar back and forth through his tongue in performance for those around the
table.

�I think
you should be asking Severus that,� Fred laughed, from where he was making a
tower of empty shot glasses.

Harry was
drunk enough to fall for it and Severus nearly dropped his drink.

�I�m not
going to agnify that with a dancer,� he said quickly.
�No, wait,� he screwed up his face as the others roared with laughter. �I�m not
going to dignify that with an answer!�

�We�re all
adults here,� Fred stood up to balance the penultimate layer.

�You�ll all
just have to use your imaginations,� Severus took a mouthful of drink.

�Ah, you�re
rubbish,� Seamus interjected. �Can�t be having a drunken night out with the
blokes without a little bit of sex talk, now, can we?�

�Or someone
inappropriately pinching everyone else�s backsides,
apparently!� Severus shot back at him.

�You�ve no
proof,� Seamus said airily whilst George slapped him on the arm.

�Keep your wandering hands to yourself,� George hissed, only half jokingly.

�Are you
saying if you had the chance to feel up his arse,� Seamus gestured at Severus. �That you wouldn�t?�

�BACK TO THE TONGUE PIERCING!� Harry flapped his hands in the air to try and divert the conversation
from his ex-Potions Master�s arse. �So, really� it helps?�

�Take him
off to the bog and show him how much it helps,� Seamus snorted into his drink
and George smacked him again whilst Fred roared with laughter and Severus
choked on his snigger.

�No
thanks,� Harry looked a little green at the suggestion. �Holy shit, what�s he
doing here?�

�Who?�
George followed Harry�s gaze.

�Oh fuck,� Fred shot a wary glance at Ron and Severus and accidently knocked
his wrist against the tower, which tumbled to the table with a loud clatter and
a tinkle of breaking glass.

�Who was
it?� Ron sat up and looked around.

It was only
seconds before he found him, the blue lights of the club glinting off his
silvery blonde hair.

�Ron,
please, don�t, even though he deserves it-� Harry
begged. �I need you tomorrow, don�t get arrested.�

�What, who the hell is it?� Severus swivelled in his seat and the alcohol aided
his blood in running cold when his eyes fell on Draco Malfoy, hand-in-hand with
a girl as blonde as he was.

Ron got to
his feet and stormed away from the table, and Harry cast a worried glance after
him.

�Severus,
go with him,� Harry got to his feet.

Severus was
already up and moving. Neither of them had come face to face with Draco Malfoy
since the allegations had been made which sent Severus to Azkaban, two years
previously, and Severus had been dreading the occasion should it arise.

He moved
through the bodies of the club, hindered by his own inebriation and the
disorientating lighting. He assumed Ron would have headed for the toilets, so
that was where he aimed for. Luckily, they were somewhat deserted.

�Ron, are
you in here?� he called, noticing that three of the cubicles were occupied.

�Yeah, I�m here,� Ron answered, and unlocked the door for Severus to enter.

�Are you
okay?� Severus shut it with a bang and hissed. �Shhh!
Fucking stupid door.�

�You�re drunk,� Ron smiled, and wrapped his arms around Severus� body.

�I can�t
believe he was here tonight,� Severus muttered.

�We were bound to run into the little bastard some time,� Ron shrugged. �I only
walked away because I was going to get my wand out if I stayed. And Harry�s
right, he needs me tomorrow.�

Severus
kissed his forehead lightly. �That was a very wise thing to do. Not sure I
could have done the same had I stayed there� which is probably why Harry sent
me after you.�

Ron snorted and nodded. �Yes.�

Severus
looked around at the toilet, which was fairly swanky for a grungy underground
club. �I think their bogs are posher than the rest of
the club put together.�

�I know, a
marble self-cleaning floor and all,� Ron looked down at it, and then an idea
struck him. �Severus?�

�Mmm?�

�How about I treat you a lesson about just how much fun this is?� He let
his tongue slide far enough over his bottom lip for the piercing to catch and
glint in the mercifully normal lights of the toilet.

Severus
hated that he was instantly hard in his trousers at the sight and that he was
too drunk to protest.

�I can�t
silence spell in here, they�ve blocked patron magic,� Ron whispered warningly.
�So you�re going to have to be quiet.�

He sank to
his knees and prised apart the tented jeans. He kept his eyes trained upwards
as he reached into Severus� underwear and freed his erection. Ron let his
tongue swipe out once before pulling back slightly, raising a finger to his
lips. Without looking away from his husband�s gaze, he leant forward again and shimmied his tongue, piercing and all, against the tip. His
nose pressed into the dark thatch of hair before he angled the cock backwards
in his mouth.

Oh dear God I�ve died and gone to
heaven. Or someone put something in those drinks.

Severus
arched forward eagerly and sank one of his hands into Ron�s hair, massaging
gently with his fingertips. It was Ron�s turn to bite down an appreciative
groan, and he channelled it into gripping the base of Severus� cock with his
fingers, and pressing his other hand into one bony hip, ensuring that his
husband was pressed back into the door.

Ron swirled
his tongue around the tip once he had control, taking extra care to dig the
metal over the foreskin sliding beneath his administrations. Severus gave up
all pretence of dignity and rested his head back against the door, mouth open
in a silent gasp as he pressed his hips forward.

They
continued like that for a good while, and Ron only moved on when he tasted saltiness
on his lips. He sucked the tip in fully and washed against it wetly, before
taking more of Severus into his mouth. Ron smiled when a tiny gasp managed to
escape his husband�s tight control and the hips pressed forward, and he swallowed
even more of the tumescent flesh in by way of punishment.

�Ron, I�m
going to�� Severus hissed and arched again.

Ron
loosened his jaw and managed to slide the erection fully into his mouth; his
head tilted back slightly and he trained his eyes upward to hold Severus� gaze
as, using his lips around the shaft, and letting his tongue massage the
underside, he hummed as throatily as he could.

�Sweet Jesus,�
Severus gasped, and there was a thud as his head hit the door as he came with a
tingling rush straight down his husband�s throat, whose position only spurred
him on further at the depravity of the situation. Ron on his knees with his
lips parted around Severus� cock was enough to make him feel like collapsing.

Ron smirked
as he slid backwards, affording himself a few cheeky licks
at the tip before sucking off with an unquiet pop. He jumped to his feet and
wasn�t surprised as Severus grabbed him by the front of his shirt and claimed
his mouth, teeth raking over every available surface to taste himself. Ron
smiled as he reached down with deft fingers and re-arranged his husband.

�Anyone
would think we did that regularly,� Severus smirked, not even bothering to
check Ron had done it correctly �he already knew he had.

�We don�t
do it regularly enough,� Ron whispered back, and leant in for another kiss.

***

�Oh Gods it
looks like everyone�s melting,� Harry blinked at the room.

�Who said
we aren�t?� Ron teased.

Fred and
Seamus had finally shoved them into a dance together when Harry had been too
drunk to protest. They were body-to-body, hand-in-hand. Ron could practically
feel Severus� eyes boring into his body, as though they could cut them apart,
and there was a distinct jealous throb emitting through the chain bond at
regular intervals.

�You�re a
good dancer,� Harry giggled.

�And you are very, very drunk,� Ron sighed,
but couldn�t deny his own head was swimming too.

�Are you
happy with him?� Harry asked, his eyes and voice
suddenly becoming very clear.

�Yes,� Ron
smiled.

�Good.�
Harry stumbled over his feet a little. �Just checking, innit.�

�Any particular reason?�

Harry shook
his head. �Whoa fuck, shouldn�t have done that.�

�Harry, I think you�re ready to go home, aren�t you?� Ron snorted with
laughter.

�Yes�
though� can�t go home� can�t see bride��

�Well where are you staying then?�

�Dunno.�

�You want
to come home with us?�

�Severus�ll murder you. Was going to ask Remus but he
ran away��

�Nah he won�t,� Ron guided Harry through the thick of the bodies keeping his
arm behind his back as a buffer. They approached their table. �Guys, I think
Harry�s ready to leave now. The room�s bleeding into an unholy blur for him.�

�Just how
you want it to be,� Seamus winked, and got to his feet. He swung his jacket
around his shoulders. �C�mon, George. I can go show
you that place that I told you about earlier.�

George
flushed a little and scurried after him with a hurried wave to his friends and
family.

�Three guesses for what George�s doing for the rest of the night,� Fred shouted
with a disgusted grimace after his twin.

�Come on
you, drunkard, let�s deliver you home to dad with Casanova here,� Bill nudged
Charlie�s ribs.

�Sod off.�

�Eight
requests in a night� I�m not the one
that should be sodding anything,� Bill smirked. �See
you at the wedding tomorrow? Take care, Harry. They don�t take kindly when
you�re late to these things.�

�Mm, yeah,�
Harry gave a little drunken chuckle.

***

Out on the
Underground platform, the cool air hit them all like a blow to the face.
Severus was grateful, even though it was tainted with the scent of the tunnels.
It was early in the morning and the last trains had been through, and the
platform was only lit by auxiliary lights, giving off an eerie glow.

�This place
is fucking creepy,� Ron muttered, his eyes sliding along the empty platform as
though he expected to see an army of the un-dead waiting for them.

�We�ll have
to apparate from here,� Severus looked doubtfully at Harry. �He can�t do it by
himself.�

�Can�t we just walk out?� Ron blinked.

�No, numpty, its shut,� Severus frowned. �We�ll cause havoc and the gates are
locked� easier to just apparate.�

�Fine, but
you�ll have to take him,� Ron ran his tongue around his mouth. �Urgh, Jesus,
what is that?�

He was
overcome by a metallic taste in his mouth and he swallowed compulsively as a
nauseous feeling overpowered him. He pushed Harry towards Severus, who
begrudgingly caught him. Ron turned away from them both and took a couple of
deep gulps of air, and was relieved when the feeling vanished as soon as it had
come.

�You alright?� Severus blinked at him.

�Yeah, I�m
fine.� Ron swallowed. �Come on. Let�s apparate out of here.
I don�t think I can manage getting all the way home from inside this place. Go
to the alley we apparated into earlier and we�ll go from there?�

Severus nodded. �Harry, hold on tight. I won�t be responsible for you splinching yourself the night before you get married.�

Harry
laughed slightly and threw his arms around Severus� middle, squeezing in a way
which told Severus just how drunk his husband�s best friend was. Ron snorted
and disapparated.

***

�Mmm, do
you smell that?� Ron�s head tilted out of the alley.

�What?�
Severus� voice was strained as he tried to prise Harry�s hands off him.

�Chips� and cheeseburgers.�

�No, I just
smell the disgusting stench from the local kebab house,� Severus raised an
eyebrow at him.

�I�m
hungry,� Ron grinned. �Back in a minute.�

�Ron!� Severus hissed. �You can�t leave me here with him.�

�Oh relax, he doesn�t bite,� Ron gave an impatient tut. �Two minutes.�

�I�m going
to kick your backside,� Severus muttered under his breath, but Harry, still
leaning against him, was close enough to hear it, and he laughed.

�He�s
always hungry when he�s drunk,� Harry garbled. �Normally end up in dodgy curry
houses.�

So that explains why he always
stinks of Indian when he�s been drinking with Harry. Considering
he can never remember it, it�s a relief to know� Severus smirked at the
alleyway.

�Snape?�
Harry�s voice cut through the quiet air again.

�Harry?�
Severus dearly wanted to push the man off him, but he knew he�d just end up falling
in the rubbish which littered the dark gap between the two buildings.

�Is being
married� you know, alright?�

Oh God, the little bugger wants
marriage advice. I�m too drunk for this. Fuck.

�It�s�
alright, yes�� Severus said blandly.

�Does it
change much?�

�That
depends on the people in the marriage.�

�But surely
it changes when you��

�If you�ve already been living together for a while, then no, nothing really changes
on a day to day basis.�

��Cept you know it�s forever.�

�Well,
generally, yes.� Severus paused. �Are nerves getting to you?�

�Moment of weakness. �Cos I�m drunk.�

Severus
couldn�t help his smile. �Being nervous doesn�t make you weak. Running away
from what makes you nervous makes you weak.�

�I�m not
running anywhere.�

�No, you�re so pissed you wouldn�t make it to the end of the alley,� Severus
pointed out, and Harry laughed again and tightened his grip around Severus�
waist.

�Hate that I�m having to ask you this,� Harry said, though the tone of
his voice was still light.

�I hate
that you�re having to ask me this too,� Severus
stiffened and thought of who Harry should
have been asking to calm his nerves the night before his wedding.

Luckily for
the two of them, Ron appeared back at the end of the alleyway holding two
polystyrene boxes. �Harry, thought it best you line your stomach, mate,� he
handed one of them to Harry, who took it and leant back against the wall.

�Oh God,
you always know exactly what I want.�

�Not the
first time I�ve played your saviour,� Ron snorted through a mouthful of
cheeseburger. �Severus, you hungry?�

Severus
blinked and wondered if it were normal for a man in his forties to be lurking
in an alleyway with two twenty-one year olds, all of them completely drunk,
feasting on dodgy food. He pressed a kiss to the side of Ron�s head before
stealing a chip and deciding it wasn�t worth wasting the brain power
contemplating it.

***

�No,
seriously, Harry, just sleep in the spare room,� Ron laughed.

�But the
floor is so comfortable,� Harry
laughed louder.

�It won�t be when your joints are frozen in three hours time,� Ron stooped and
hauled him up. �Come on. If I have to carry you there myself��

�I think
this is more amusing than the rest of the night put together,� Severus snorted,
coming out of the bathroom ready for bed, hair tied back and pyjamas on �Harry
was too drunk to notice he wasn�t wearing anything on his top half. �Give him
this. It�ll sober him up and ensure he gets a decent night�s sleep.�

�With which hand do you suggest I do that?� Ron raised an eyebrow as they both
wobbled and Harry laughed.

Groaning,
Severus popped the top off the vial. �Harry, open up. Do I need to make some
ridiculous noise implying the bottle�s a broomstick or are you able to act
above the age of five?�

�He�s going
to make a good dad,� Harry whispered loudly to Ron, who laughed.

�Take the potion Harry, and go to bed.�

Severus was
amazed when Harry did as he was asked, and let Ron shove him into their spare
bedroom. Ron exhaled and turned back to Severus as he closed the door.

�That was
some night, eh?� Ron smiled, running his hands through his hair and bringing
them down to rest on his tired face.

�Wasn�t
bad, could have done without seeing Malfoy in the middle,� Severus yawned. �Did
George do any damage?�

�Haven�t
checked everywhere but not that I can see,� Ron smiled proudly. �Come on, bed.�

�Can you
brush your teeth?� Severus asked sheepishly.

�Why?� Ron
raised an eyebrow indignantly.

�Because
you stink of cheeseburger and cigarette smoke� One or the other is fine, but
both?� Severus wrinkled his nose.

Ron
snorted. �Point taken.�

Severus
looked at him. �Ron?�

�What, do you want me to take a bloody shower as well?�

�Do you think I�ll make a good dad?�

�I know
so.�

�Then get
in the bathroom and brush your teeth, and be in bed in five minutes. Or else.�

Ron laughed
his way into the bathroom. �See? You don�t need any practice at all.�
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