Murmurous Summer-Symphony
Chapter two: Dangerous Suggestions
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. They belong to J.K Rowling. I'm simply playing with them for a while.
Warning: This is going to be SLASH, that means a sexual relationship between two men, so if that thing bothers you, don't read this fic. Okay?
The Hogwarts Express had just come to a halt at platform 9 ¾, and the students started getting out. If you didn't count the little episode in the hallway, the train ride had been fairly amusing; Neville had bought way too much chocolate, and had eaten 'till his stomach hurt painfully, and then Ron had given him one of the twins new candies that turned you into flobberworm for five minutes. Ron had told Neville that if was a small painkiller, and Neville had eaten it with a trusting face.
Of course, when Neville turned back to his normal self, he immediately started planning his revenge on his friend. For the rest of the train ride, Ron had looked nervously at Neville; afraid he would get attacked if he turned his back.
The others had found it all highly amusing, and couldn't stop teasing Ron, that he would get as good as he'd given.
"Look, Neville, I'm really sorry about the stunt I pulled on you. Forgive me, will you? Pretty please?" Ron pleaded while they walked away from Kingscross Station, following Snape.
"Forget it, Ron. I want my revenge, but we can put it aside for now. As long as you know I haven't forgotten about it." Neville answered with a sly grin.
Ron could hear the others laughing behind him, and turned to give them a dirty look.
"Oh, Ron, please! You couldn't throw a dirty look at anyone. Maybe you should take lessons with Snape. Merlin knows he's the king at giving dirty looks that'll scare you into submission." Dean grinned.
"Yeah! That could be a lot of fun! Wonder where he learned it though," Harry mumbled to himself.
"He probably took private lessons from Voldemort." Ron sneered. As soon as the words had left his mouth he regretted them. Snape had fought very hard in the war, and had almost died at one point.
Harry looked mad at him and the others looked at him like they had just been slapped in the face. "How dare you, Ronald Weasley, to say that! You know better than to say such petty things." Harry raged. Ron knew he was on trouble now. He didn't know what sorts of things had happened between Harry and Snape, but apparently his friend cared for the young professor a great deal.
"I'm sorry, Harry. You know I didn't mean it, right?" He apologized. "Why do you care so much about Snape anyway, Harry?" asked Dean.
Harry looked at them, shook his head and said: "I can't tell you the whole story, but I can say, that he told me some things about himself and his past, that made me fell a lot more sympathetic for the man. Of course, when I told him I felt bad for him, he went completely mad, and told me he didn't need my pity. Poor guy, though. He didn't have an easy life, I can tell you that much." He finished.
"You know, mate. You're beginning to sound a lot like Dumbledore. Not a very good sign." Seamus said.
"Lemon drop?" teased Harry, and they all began to laugh. All except for Ron; he couldn't stop thinking about what Harry had said about Snape. Well, he could forget about that for the moment. All that really mattered right now was that Harry was beginning to laugh again. After the war had ended his friend had been getting more and more depressed every day, and Ron had worried a great deal about him. But every time he had tried to talk to Harry about it, the other boy had simply refused to say anything.
Well, at least he was getting better.
"Hey! Snape's stopped. Hmm, who's he talking to?" asked Neville while trying to get a better look at what happened.
"He's calling everybody over. I think he wants us to take a taxi." Harry answered and started moving towards where almost all the sixth- turned- seventh years and the former seventh years stood around the professor.
Snape gestured to four students that they should get into the cap, and then gave the driver their destination, and told him to wait at the given address for Snape himself to come and pay him.
Then Snape proceeded to make sure the rest of the students got a cap.
When only Ron, Harry, Neville, Dean and Seamus was what was left of the students, they gathered more tightly together.
Snape didn't see this, as he was busy talking to a taxi driver. It was a taxi that only had room for four passengers. That meant, that one of them would have to go with Snape. Harry looked ready to volunteer, but Snape didn't see that either, as he just grabbed the four students closest to him, and threw them inside the car. It then took of, and left Snape and Ron alone together.
Ron noticed that Snape still had his back turned, at apparently hadn't noticed that he wasn't alone. Snape sighed loudly, rubbed his eyes and then called over another taxi, and turned around to collect his luggage.
He then noticed Ron.
For a moment Snape looked confused, as if he couldn't fathom why there would still be a student left standing with him, but quickly snapped out of it.
"Get inside, Mr. Weasley." was all he said, when the taxi stopped beside them.
Ron didn't need to be told twice, and hurriedly got in. He looked out the window and noticed that Snape was helping the driver get both of their luggages in the trunk, and then sat himself in the front next to the driver.
"So where are you off to?" the man asked Snape. He had short brown hair, and was slim of build.
"To Hotel Stuart. Do you know where that is?" was the answer the man received.
"You bet I do! I know this whole town like the back of my own hand, I do. I could show you around tonight, if you like. I get off at seven."
Ron couldn't believe it! The guy was hitting on Snape!
Snape didn't seem like he knew how to answer that question without being awfully rude. And you really don't want to be rude to a taxi driver. Even Ron knew that.
"Well, I really don't think I have any time for that. I'm a teacher you see, and I'm responsible for a lot of children right now." He replied with an apologetically expression, and Ron could see that he was trying very hard not to say something sarcastic and biting.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll be able to get away once the kids go to sleep. If you don't want to wake them up in the middle of the night, you can just stay at my place for the night." The man suggested with a wink.
Ron quickly looked at Snape to see how the man would react to such a suggestion.
His feared Potions Master was blushing! He would never have believed it, if he weren't seeing it with his own eyes.
"I'm not sure that would be appropriate." Snape answered, apparently struggling to get the blushing under control and failing miserably.
Thankfully they had just arrived at the hotel, and Snape would be spared for any other uncomfortable situations.
Snape got out of the car, told the driver he would be right back to pay the bill. He then turned to Ron. "Stay here, Mr. Weasley." And then he was off.
Ron had never felt more nervous than he did at that moment. He was sitting in a taxi with the driver that had just suggested that he thought him and Snape should have sex tonight when the students had gone to sleep. Nope, he definitely didn't feel very well at that moment.
The man then turned to him with a huge grin that shoved perfect white teeth. "Some teacher you've got. Must me pretty 'hard' to concentrate in his class, eh?" Ron really didn't know how to answer that question, without making it sound wrong. Thankfully Snape had already paid the rest of the taxi's and walked up the them. He had his wallet out, but it didn't look like there was any money left in it. It must have cost a right lot of money to get them all here.
"How much do I owe you?" Snape asked the driver.
"£75" was the answer he received.
Wow. That's a lot of money, thought Ron. Apparently Snape thought so too.
"What? That's preposterous! The others only charged me £45." He looked ready to go off now.
"Sorry, mate. I have my orders." But the driver didn't look sorry in the least. Quite the contrary.
"I don't have that kind of money right now." Snape admitted. The driver's smile widened.
"Tell, you what. You go out with me tonight, and we forget about the money. Okay?"
Oh no! This is not going to be pretty, Ron told himself. The driver was practically asking Snape to prostitute himself.
"Fine." Snape sneered.
Ron stared at him in disbelief. He couldn't believe Snape had just agreed.
"I'll be here 19.30. Be ready for me by then." The man practically leered at the professor.
Snape didn't bother to say anything to that. He simply walked away, and led the children into the small hotel. Ron studied the driver as he got out to collect the luggage. He wasn't bad looking, now that Ron thought about it. Tall, muscular with a slim build. He also spotted a slight tan to go with the brown hair. Nope, not bad at all.
"Here you go, lad. Take care of you teacher till tonight for me, eh?" he said and winked.
"Uhm, sure." said Ron and dragged his and Snape's luggage to the hotel.
He stopped at the stairs up to the entrance hall. Bloody Hell, those suitcases were heavy. Just as he was about to drag them the rest of the way, Snape came to the doorway, and looked around.
"Is he gone?" he asked .
Ron couldn't help but laugh a little at that. " Yeah, he's gone. Told me to take good care of you, though." He didn't know why he shared that piece of information with Snape, but it just seemed like the right thing to do. "I'll bet. Bloody-taxi-driver-from-Hell." Snape said and bend down to retrieve his own suitcase. "Oh, damn it! These things are heavy." He uttered with difficulty as he lifted up. They weren't allowed to use magic here, so they couldn't make them was less.
Ron was pretty sure Snape had brought books, by the look of it, and Snape really didn't look all that strong. He was rather on the thin side, but it still looked like he had slightly defined muscles. Ron knew that 'cause the t-shirt Snape was wearing was so tight that there wasn't much left to hide. Hmm, he did look rather feminine when Ron thought about it. Snape didn't have very broad shoulders or chest; he simply looked like a stick, with slight curves.
"Here, let me take that, sir." Ron offered, and took the suitcase from Snape's grasp.
"Thanks, Mr. Weasley. Come with me, I'll take you to your room. All the others have already gotten theirs." Snape offered Ron a small smile, and Ron caught a breath in his throat. Damn, that was beautiful. He quickly shook his head. He simply could not find Snape attractive. That was against human nature, as far as he was concerned.
Snape strode over the reception in the small room, but cosy room. There was a sofa in one of the corners along with a TV, a coffee table and a computer.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we're all booked. There's only one room left." The receptionist told the professor.
"What? But that's impossible. We booked enough rooms to fit us all here."
"Yes, indeed you did. You booked 20 double rooms, I believe. There's one left."
"Double?" Snape repeated as if he refused to believe what he was hearing.
"Yes, sir. The man that booked the rooms told me they all had to contain two beds, sir." The poor guy at the desk told Snape. He looked like was really sorry he couldn't just disappear. Ron knew that feeling, 'cause he had felt exactly like that every time they had had Potions.
Snape took a deep breath, and let out a shaking sigh. "Okay, just give me the key."
Fuck! He was going to live with Snape!
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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Harry Potter characters. They belong to J.K Rowling. I'm simply playing with them for a while.
Warning: This is going to be SLASH, that means a sexual relationship between two men, so if that thing bothers you, don't read this fic. Okay?
The Hogwarts Express had just come to a halt at platform 9 ¾, and the students started getting out. If you didn't count the little episode in the hallway, the train ride had been fairly amusing; Neville had bought way too much chocolate, and had eaten 'till his stomach hurt painfully, and then Ron had given him one of the twins new candies that turned you into flobberworm for five minutes. Ron had told Neville that if was a small painkiller, and Neville had eaten it with a trusting face.
Of course, when Neville turned back to his normal self, he immediately started planning his revenge on his friend. For the rest of the train ride, Ron had looked nervously at Neville; afraid he would get attacked if he turned his back.
The others had found it all highly amusing, and couldn't stop teasing Ron, that he would get as good as he'd given.
"Look, Neville, I'm really sorry about the stunt I pulled on you. Forgive me, will you? Pretty please?" Ron pleaded while they walked away from Kingscross Station, following Snape.
"Forget it, Ron. I want my revenge, but we can put it aside for now. As long as you know I haven't forgotten about it." Neville answered with a sly grin.
Ron could hear the others laughing behind him, and turned to give them a dirty look.
"Oh, Ron, please! You couldn't throw a dirty look at anyone. Maybe you should take lessons with Snape. Merlin knows he's the king at giving dirty looks that'll scare you into submission." Dean grinned.
"Yeah! That could be a lot of fun! Wonder where he learned it though," Harry mumbled to himself.
"He probably took private lessons from Voldemort." Ron sneered. As soon as the words had left his mouth he regretted them. Snape had fought very hard in the war, and had almost died at one point.
Harry looked mad at him and the others looked at him like they had just been slapped in the face. "How dare you, Ronald Weasley, to say that! You know better than to say such petty things." Harry raged. Ron knew he was on trouble now. He didn't know what sorts of things had happened between Harry and Snape, but apparently his friend cared for the young professor a great deal.
"I'm sorry, Harry. You know I didn't mean it, right?" He apologized. "Why do you care so much about Snape anyway, Harry?" asked Dean.
Harry looked at them, shook his head and said: "I can't tell you the whole story, but I can say, that he told me some things about himself and his past, that made me fell a lot more sympathetic for the man. Of course, when I told him I felt bad for him, he went completely mad, and told me he didn't need my pity. Poor guy, though. He didn't have an easy life, I can tell you that much." He finished.
"You know, mate. You're beginning to sound a lot like Dumbledore. Not a very good sign." Seamus said.
"Lemon drop?" teased Harry, and they all began to laugh. All except for Ron; he couldn't stop thinking about what Harry had said about Snape. Well, he could forget about that for the moment. All that really mattered right now was that Harry was beginning to laugh again. After the war had ended his friend had been getting more and more depressed every day, and Ron had worried a great deal about him. But every time he had tried to talk to Harry about it, the other boy had simply refused to say anything.
Well, at least he was getting better.
"Hey! Snape's stopped. Hmm, who's he talking to?" asked Neville while trying to get a better look at what happened.
"He's calling everybody over. I think he wants us to take a taxi." Harry answered and started moving towards where almost all the sixth- turned- seventh years and the former seventh years stood around the professor.
Snape gestured to four students that they should get into the cap, and then gave the driver their destination, and told him to wait at the given address for Snape himself to come and pay him.
Then Snape proceeded to make sure the rest of the students got a cap.
When only Ron, Harry, Neville, Dean and Seamus was what was left of the students, they gathered more tightly together.
Snape didn't see this, as he was busy talking to a taxi driver. It was a taxi that only had room for four passengers. That meant, that one of them would have to go with Snape. Harry looked ready to volunteer, but Snape didn't see that either, as he just grabbed the four students closest to him, and threw them inside the car. It then took of, and left Snape and Ron alone together.
Ron noticed that Snape still had his back turned, at apparently hadn't noticed that he wasn't alone. Snape sighed loudly, rubbed his eyes and then called over another taxi, and turned around to collect his luggage.
He then noticed Ron.
For a moment Snape looked confused, as if he couldn't fathom why there would still be a student left standing with him, but quickly snapped out of it.
"Get inside, Mr. Weasley." was all he said, when the taxi stopped beside them.
Ron didn't need to be told twice, and hurriedly got in. He looked out the window and noticed that Snape was helping the driver get both of their luggages in the trunk, and then sat himself in the front next to the driver.
"So where are you off to?" the man asked Snape. He had short brown hair, and was slim of build.
"To Hotel Stuart. Do you know where that is?" was the answer the man received.
"You bet I do! I know this whole town like the back of my own hand, I do. I could show you around tonight, if you like. I get off at seven."
Ron couldn't believe it! The guy was hitting on Snape!
Snape didn't seem like he knew how to answer that question without being awfully rude. And you really don't want to be rude to a taxi driver. Even Ron knew that.
"Well, I really don't think I have any time for that. I'm a teacher you see, and I'm responsible for a lot of children right now." He replied with an apologetically expression, and Ron could see that he was trying very hard not to say something sarcastic and biting.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll be able to get away once the kids go to sleep. If you don't want to wake them up in the middle of the night, you can just stay at my place for the night." The man suggested with a wink.
Ron quickly looked at Snape to see how the man would react to such a suggestion.
His feared Potions Master was blushing! He would never have believed it, if he weren't seeing it with his own eyes.
"I'm not sure that would be appropriate." Snape answered, apparently struggling to get the blushing under control and failing miserably.
Thankfully they had just arrived at the hotel, and Snape would be spared for any other uncomfortable situations.
Snape got out of the car, told the driver he would be right back to pay the bill. He then turned to Ron. "Stay here, Mr. Weasley." And then he was off.
Ron had never felt more nervous than he did at that moment. He was sitting in a taxi with the driver that had just suggested that he thought him and Snape should have sex tonight when the students had gone to sleep. Nope, he definitely didn't feel very well at that moment.
The man then turned to him with a huge grin that shoved perfect white teeth. "Some teacher you've got. Must me pretty 'hard' to concentrate in his class, eh?" Ron really didn't know how to answer that question, without making it sound wrong. Thankfully Snape had already paid the rest of the taxi's and walked up the them. He had his wallet out, but it didn't look like there was any money left in it. It must have cost a right lot of money to get them all here.
"How much do I owe you?" Snape asked the driver.
"£75" was the answer he received.
Wow. That's a lot of money, thought Ron. Apparently Snape thought so too.
"What? That's preposterous! The others only charged me £45." He looked ready to go off now.
"Sorry, mate. I have my orders." But the driver didn't look sorry in the least. Quite the contrary.
"I don't have that kind of money right now." Snape admitted. The driver's smile widened.
"Tell, you what. You go out with me tonight, and we forget about the money. Okay?"
Oh no! This is not going to be pretty, Ron told himself. The driver was practically asking Snape to prostitute himself.
"Fine." Snape sneered.
Ron stared at him in disbelief. He couldn't believe Snape had just agreed.
"I'll be here 19.30. Be ready for me by then." The man practically leered at the professor.
Snape didn't bother to say anything to that. He simply walked away, and led the children into the small hotel. Ron studied the driver as he got out to collect the luggage. He wasn't bad looking, now that Ron thought about it. Tall, muscular with a slim build. He also spotted a slight tan to go with the brown hair. Nope, not bad at all.
"Here you go, lad. Take care of you teacher till tonight for me, eh?" he said and winked.
"Uhm, sure." said Ron and dragged his and Snape's luggage to the hotel.
He stopped at the stairs up to the entrance hall. Bloody Hell, those suitcases were heavy. Just as he was about to drag them the rest of the way, Snape came to the doorway, and looked around.
"Is he gone?" he asked .
Ron couldn't help but laugh a little at that. " Yeah, he's gone. Told me to take good care of you, though." He didn't know why he shared that piece of information with Snape, but it just seemed like the right thing to do. "I'll bet. Bloody-taxi-driver-from-Hell." Snape said and bend down to retrieve his own suitcase. "Oh, damn it! These things are heavy." He uttered with difficulty as he lifted up. They weren't allowed to use magic here, so they couldn't make them was less.
Ron was pretty sure Snape had brought books, by the look of it, and Snape really didn't look all that strong. He was rather on the thin side, but it still looked like he had slightly defined muscles. Ron knew that 'cause the t-shirt Snape was wearing was so tight that there wasn't much left to hide. Hmm, he did look rather feminine when Ron thought about it. Snape didn't have very broad shoulders or chest; he simply looked like a stick, with slight curves.
"Here, let me take that, sir." Ron offered, and took the suitcase from Snape's grasp.
"Thanks, Mr. Weasley. Come with me, I'll take you to your room. All the others have already gotten theirs." Snape offered Ron a small smile, and Ron caught a breath in his throat. Damn, that was beautiful. He quickly shook his head. He simply could not find Snape attractive. That was against human nature, as far as he was concerned.
Snape strode over the reception in the small room, but cosy room. There was a sofa in one of the corners along with a TV, a coffee table and a computer.
"I'm sorry, sir, but we're all booked. There's only one room left." The receptionist told the professor.
"What? But that's impossible. We booked enough rooms to fit us all here."
"Yes, indeed you did. You booked 20 double rooms, I believe. There's one left."
"Double?" Snape repeated as if he refused to believe what he was hearing.
"Yes, sir. The man that booked the rooms told me they all had to contain two beds, sir." The poor guy at the desk told Snape. He looked like was really sorry he couldn't just disappear. Ron knew that feeling, 'cause he had felt exactly like that every time they had had Potions.
Snape took a deep breath, and let out a shaking sigh. "Okay, just give me the key."
Fuck! He was going to live with Snape!
************************************************************************* Oooohhhh! There you go, kiddies! Next chapter you'll find out more about the whole date-thing;)
Press the little button, and tell me what you think ^ _^