(Bronze) Gifford Ollerton: Challenge: Write about a very big problem being resolved.

Gringots Prompts{Words instead of Said} Asserted, Muttered, Blurted.

Flying: Obstacle Avoidance: What I want you to do here is write about an obstacle affecting your pairing. It could be at the start, someone unable to forgive and forget or it could be halfway with someone struggling in the already established relationship. There are so many possible obstacles, and there are so many ways to use them; just know, a negative impact should be caused but your pairing must get over it!

Flying Prompt: (Plot) a funeral.

I just, I don't know guys. I just, am so tired. On the upside, I got to use Flashbacks!

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It was a quiet Sunday in Ron's shared room. Severus was brewing in the Dungeon at the moment. Ron sighed. They had a fight. It was a stupid fight. Okay, maybe it wasn't as stupid as Ron was making it out to seem.

It all started two days earlier, no; it started three months ago, at Severus' mother's funeral.


Ron wore his formal robes and followed Severus through the small church. Only a handful of people were in attendance. Ron felt this clutching feeling in his chest. Was Severus' mother really this lonely in life? He was sure that at least four of the people in the church didn't even know her, if the bright clothes were saying anything, and that only leaves Severus, him, and two old women who were being helped by what he assumed were their sons.

Severus was silent as ever, his face set in a scowl. Everyone avoided their eyes, deciding to look at the floor or ceiling instead. Ron cringed internally.

The mass was short and to the point, a reading about death, prayer. Then they were led out to the graveyard, the casket was already over the hole. Ron watched silently as she was lowered into the ground. A few more prayers were said, making Ron clench his teeth. Did they need to give her prayers? She was already dead; it wasn't like praying would bring her back to life.

After a while it was only he and Severus who remained. The hole had been filled, making it seem all the more surreal. Severus cleared his throat. Ron noticed that his eyes were glazed over. Tears prickled at the sides just waiting to fall.

"Don't you have a dinner to be getting to?" Severus muttered quietly, his hands clenching slightly. Ron blinked. He did, but he hadn't planned on going, not when Severus needed him here.

"I can stay." Ron asserted, placing a hand on his arm. Severus looked down at it, his hair falling to hide his face.

"I don't want to keep you from your family." Severus insisted, still looking at the hand.

"What's wrong?" Ron's voice was low, his body moving closer to Severus of its own accord. Severus moved away, surprising Ron.

"Go to your parents Ronald." Ron was confused. Severus needed him here, his parents could wai- ah. He understood. Severus looked up, catching Ron's gaze with his own.

"It's bad enough you're lying to them about dating me, you should keep them waiting for a family meal as well." Ron's face lit up, he could feel the heat in his cheeks, his hand clenched around Severus' arm. Severus carefully peeled Ron's hand off him and stepped back.

"Go." And, because Ron was both angry and sad, he did as was told, and left.


It took them a day or so to reconcile. But when they did, they acted like nothing happened. Which, now that he thinks about it, was a bad idea. It all came out two days ago, on Ron's birthday.


It was early on his birthday; the sun had barely come up. Severus and he had yet to sleep, which was both amazing and bad. He had to be at a party in a couple hours. He hates that his birthday was on a weekend, because it meant that he would have to spend it with his family instead of with Severus.

And while that sounds bad, he was still really close to his family.

"We should take a nap before I have to leave." Ron mumbled into Severus' chest. Severus hummed his agreement, closing his eyes, only to frown.

"What's wrong?" Ron lifted himself onto his elbows, the sheet slipping to his hips.

"Today is your birthday. You're going to your parent's house for a party after they got special permission for your siblings to leave the school. And yet, you have yet to tell them that we are courting." Severus opened his eyes, the deep depths showing his pain.

Ron huffed, falling to his side. "They can't know. The last time I told them that I liked a bloke, they set me up with a bird. I really don't want to go through that again." Ron didn't look over to him, pulling the sheet up to his shoulders.

"It's different now Ronald. You don't just 'like a bloke'. You're dating one." His voice was stern; like he was talking to a child. Ron turned to face him completely, his eyes narrowed.

"Don't talk to me like that. I'm not telling them." He ground out, his fists clenched and unclenched, the fabric under his fingers made a scree sound as his fingernails scratched them.

"You're being ridicules. Your mother loves you, if you tell her what you feel, she'll understand." Severus was still talking in that tone, the tone that made Ron's blood boil in anger.

"I'm not your student Severus. I don't have to sit here and let you talk to me as if I was a child." Ron stood, letting the blankets pile on the bed while he searched for his clothes.

"Ronald." Severus spoke quietly, but his voice demanded Ron's attention. Ron turned, his eyes red and his cheeks flushed.

"What?" He snapped angrily.

"Your shirt." Severus held out the off-white garment. Ron grabbed it quickly and rushed out of the room. It was still early, so he went to the great hall and waited at the teacher's table for his siblings to wake.


They hadn't talked since. Ron spent Saturday at his parent's house and came late on Sunday. He waited for Severus to leave their shared room before entering. When they passed each other, one entering the room the other leaving, Severus glared at him, his eyes cold as ice and blacker then Ron had seen them.

He felt a bit hurt, but mostly he was just sad. He knew that couples fight, and he knew that he has a temper. But he hadn't taken into account the way Severus fights.

The cold glares, the silence that weighed more than he could bare. He had a feeling that if he got Severus to talk his voice would be just as cold and sharp as it had when they met Severus' father.

A full body shiver shook him to the core. He didn't know if he could deal with that. He couldn't deal with the silence or the glares. But if he was nothing else, he was stubborn.

He knew deep down that this was all his fault, that he let this whole 'secret' relationship go too far. He knows that he should tell his parents about Severus, but his pride was on the line. Yeah, stupid reason to keep this façade up, but he couldn't help it.

He let out a long sigh, slumping over on the bed. He pulled up the pillow, hugging it. It smelled like potions, the aroma he had gotten used to that stuck to Severus like paste.

"Ronald." Ron jumped, turning to look at the door. Severus was standing there, his back rigid and his arms crossed.

"I'm sorry." Ron blurted. He turned red and moved away from the bed, his feet taking him closer to Severus.

"I'm sorry I've been keeping you a secret. I'm sorry I got mad at you for wanting to tell my parents." He was dying inside, but even he knew when he was in the wrong, even if he felt that he was giving up by apologizing.

Severus didn't say anything. His jaw was locked and his eyes scanned him. Ron bit his lip to keep from frowning. He didn't want to rush Severus, didn't want him to think Ron was only apologizing so they could sleep together. He shuddered again. Actually, he was feeling really hot all of a sudden.

Severus smiled, well, his lips tilted upwards a bit.

"I'm sorry for rushing you." The words sounded painful to Ron's ears. But he grinned anyways.

Severus lifted his left arm, a clear come here. Ron stood quickly and made his way over, his face flushed still. His stomach turned, but Ron blamed that on his nerves from earlier.

Severus held him close. A kiss to his forehead made Ron smile. But then Severus stilled in his grip. Ron would have questioned it, if the world hadn't turned into a sauna suddenly. He could feel the sweat starting to drip. He had problems getting air.


Severus felt the heat coming off Ronald when he kissed his forehead. It was way too hot for anyone. Ronald slumped into him, his weight dropped on him, making him stumble slightly.

Ronald was gasping.

Severus moved him as quickly as he could to the bed, lying him down on his back, trying to clear the pathways. As soon as he was laid down, Ronald jerked to the side of the bed and threw up.

"Ronald!"


I don't know why I ended it here... Lying. I know why I did, kinda.

Mars