Murmurous Summer-Symphony
Chapter three: The Stirrings of Desire
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?
Ron followed Snape up the staircases to their room on the third floor. He wasn't sure he would have any sanity left when these two weeks were over, what living with Snape and everything, but he wasn't giving up without a fight.
"Are you sure you've got them?" Snape asked him, lacking his usual sneer, referring to their luggage that Ron was currently carrying.
"Yeah, I've got them. Don't worry, sir," he answered. No need to give the man a biting retort, when Snape was obviously trying to make the best of their situation.
Snape stopped when they finally reached their destination. He unlocked the door, and held it open for Ron to get in without trouble.
"Thanks." Ron gave the man a thankful smile while sweat was dripping from his forehead. He quickly dropped the suitcases, not caring about the fact that Snape would probably be irritated by it. He stretched his back and took a good look around the room. Merlin, but it was tiny!
Next to the door was a white wardrobe and it went 'all' the way over to the other wall. Then there was a small desk and next to the desk were a bed, then a small table and then another bed that reclined with the wall and the only window in the room. On the wall opposite the beds was a lamp and a television. And a door to the bathroom.
Ron opened the door and immediately regretted it. How could a bathroom be so small? Was it even humanly possible to fit in there? Oh, Snape might not have any problems, but not everyone was as thin as him!
"Not much room to move around, is there?" Snape asked himself, and Ron knew that he wasn't expected to answer the rhetorical question, but he couldn't help himself.
"No, there sure isn't." He looked completely crest fallen at the sight of things.
"Well, I guess I should ask you which bed you'd like?" Snape inquired. Ron gave it some thought. The bed next to the window was almost completely locked in, and he didn't think he'd like to feel like he was in prison. So hence the answer: "I'll just take this one," he said and pointed at the one closest to the door.
"Fine by me," Snape said and walked over to lie down on his bed. It looked very graceless the way he simply tumbled onto the bed and laid there as if he was thoroughly debauched. It was actually a very good look on him, Ron thought.
He couldn't help but stare at his former professor who now had his eyes closed. He looked incredibly young, actually. No lines around his eyes or mouth, it was all smooth, white skin. And his build could easily be mistaken for that of a young, tall boy. Ron stood there and wondered about how old the professor actually was. It was not easy to guess, for at that moment he looked no older than 18, but Ron figured he'd have to be around 35.
Suddenly Snape opened his eyes and caught Ron staring. "What?" he asked in a sleepy voice, and stifled a yawn. "Sorry." He said, and moved to get up. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to stare, I was just." he didn't know how to finish the sentence.
"Staring?" Snape offered. Ron gave him a goofy grin. "Yeah. Sorry, it won't happen again, sir."
"Hmm," was all Snape said while giving him a calculating look-over.
"Do you know what time it is?" he then suddenly asked.
Ron looked at his wristwatch. "It's 17.45. Why? Oh, I see." He gave Snape a sly grin. "Better get ready for your date, sir."
Snape sneered at him, then went for the bathroom door. A moment later Ron could hear the shower running.
"Well, at least I now know he does shower." Ron mused. He sat down on the floor and opened his suitcase to unpack.
It didn't take him long to do, since there wasn't much room to put anything, and that meant that most of his things would have to stay in his suitcase. He only bothered unpacking his clothes and put them in one part of the wardrobe.
He then lay down on his bed, fished a quidditch magazine up and started reading. Ten minutes later he heard the shower being turned off, and the sound of wet feet on cold, tile floor reached his ears.
Then the door opened and a very wet Snape came out with only a very small towel wrapped around his slim hips.
Ron couldn't do anything but gape at the man. Snape was indeed thin, and it wouldn't hurt him to gain at least ten pounds, but he also looked absolutely perfect. All milky-white skin, and long, slightly distinguishable muscles. His chest was also nicely toned though he didn't have a washboard stomach by any means. The hipbones protruded, but wasn't in an anorectic sort of way. The towel didn't reach lower than mid-thigh and Ron a good view of the mans legs. Feminine, was the word that sprang to Ron's mind. No, that wasn't quite right. He did have slightly muscular calves it simply didn't look that way, because the legs were so long. The only thing that looked out of place was what almost looked like a lot of fine, long scars along Snape's legs.
Ron quickly banished the thought, though and concentrated on the rest of the mans body.
No, Ron simply couldn't help himself. He had to look.
Snape apparently hadn't noticed or he simply didn't care, 'cause instead of saying anything to the teenager, he bend down to open his suitcase.
Fuck! Ron could now see half of the mans arse, and suddenly he had a very noticeable erection. Damn the man looked good like that; bend over with his arse in the air. Ron had to control himself not just to simply go over there and have his wicked way with the man.
But, Merlin, he was tempted.
Snape had found what he was looking for; his toiletries, and stretched his back. Ron quickly grabbed a pillow to cover his lap, when Snape turned towards him.
"Are you alright? You look a bit flushed." He asked with concern in his voice.
"Oh, uhm, I'm fine. It's just a bit hot in here that's all." He told Snape. A bit flushed indeed! He had to get out of here.
After Snape had once again claimed the bathroom, Ron got up and said: "I'm just going to go out for some fresh air." And then fled the room.
Outside in the hallway, he leaned against the door and willed his erection away.
"Gods, I'm not going to survive this holiday." He said to no one but himself.
"Hey, Ron! So who are you sharing rooms with?" Harry came running up to him followed closely by the rest if their friends.
When they caught up with him, he told them that he needed a bit of fresh air, and they all went downstairs, and outside with him.
"Snape," was the first thing Ron said when they stood on the pavement.
"What do you mean 'Snape'?" asked Harry.
"I mean, I'm sharing a room with Snape." He said and took a deep, and calming breath.
"Oh, come on, Ron. It could be a lot worse! You could be stuck with Malfoy!" Dean said. Always the voice of reason, mused Ron.
"Yeah. Besides, after I've discovered that Snape is not all that bad looking when he gets out of those robes of his, I wouldn't mind sharing a room with him." Neville jumped in.
"Neville, come on! Stop joking, will you?" Seamus said. He looked at bit disgusted at the idea, that his friend could say such a thing. Then again, Seamus was known for being very heterosexual.
"I'm not joking, and you know it. Just because you couldn't fall for a bloke doesn't mean the rest of us are blind. And you have to be very blind not to notice that Snape is very much dating material!" Neville stated with a very firm face.
"Speaking of dating. Snape's got a date tonight." Ron shared with them.
"WHAT?" they all shouted at the same time.
"The taxi driver was hitting on him the whole way over here, and Snape looked like he would rather die, but when he was going to pay for the ride, he didn't have enough money left. So the driver said that if Snape went out with him, he wouldn't have to pay. So Snape had to say yes."
"Ouch. That must have hurt for a man like Snape, eh?" Harry said with a grimace.
"So, Ron. Why don't you tell us the real reason why you think it's so horrible to live with Snape?" Neville just wouldn't give up.
"What do you mean, Nev?" he looked at the other boy with an innocent expression.
"You know perfectly well what I mean. Don't make me drag it out of you, mate."
"Alright, you're right, okay? Snape's hot and I'm miserable." He said with as much dignity as he could muster.
"You never told me you were gay, Ron." Harry looked at him with hurt in his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Yeah, Ron. You've never told us either!" the rest agreed.
"I'm not gay. I also like girls. I've just only come to realise it now. Didn't mean to hurt anyone's feelings." This wasn't exactly the way he'd planned to tell his friends, but it would have to do.
"So if you think Snape's hot, then I still don't get it." Neville said and looked very confused.
"Well, you wouldn't like it either if the man was parading around your room half naked and wet, bending down to rummage trough his luggage!" Ron told him.
"Are you kidding? I'd love that!" His friend shouted and looked envious.
"He's walking around half naked? How half naked?" Harry asked with an interested expression.
"With only a towel around his hips. Have you seen those towels? They're extremely tiny!" he said while gesturing widely around him. "Besides, Neville, it's not funny any longer, when you get a boner from the man and he then turns to ask if you're alright, because you look 'a bit flushed'!"
His friends began laughing and teasing him. Then Neville asked: "Hey! Do you think he's still walking around naked?"
"I doubt it. He has to meet that guy in fifteen minutes." He answered while conferring with his watch.
"Somehow I don't think the guy would mind it, if Snape shoved up naked." Dean winked.
That comment made Ron think of some of the things the driver had suggested to Snape. He shuddered.
"What's wrong, mate?" Harry asked sounding concerned. Ron looked at him, and considered if he should tell them. Well, they were his friends, and Snape hadn't told him to keep quiet.
"The driver told Snape, that if he didn't want to wake up his students late at night, he could always sleep in his apartment, and then he winked at Snape. You should have seen it! Snape was blushing!"
"I would have smacked the guy, if he had said something like that to me. How dare he?" Neville looked ready to explode any minute.
"I think Snape was trying to keep himself from doing just that. You know how taxi drivers can get if you piss them off." he said.
Just as he'd finished the sentence a car pulled over, and out came the driver they had just talked about.
"Hey there, kid!" he shouted to Ron and went over to them.
"That's the guy?" Harry whispered and Ron nodded.
"So, have you been taking good care of your teacher like I told you to?" he winked. Ron was starting to suspect the guy had a nervous tick, 'cause he practically winked all the time.
"Yeah." he mumbled. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to say anything.
"So, you're the one who's going out with our teacher, eh?" Neville inquired. They all looked at him as if he was crazy, but the man simply laughed.
"You bet I am. And a lovely piece of work he is." That damned wink again.
"Well, I'm sure you understand, that we simply can't let him go out with just anyone. Would you mind terribly if I ask you a few questions first? Just so that we can make sure, that he'll be in good hands of course." Neville continued.
The man regarded him for a moment, and then broke out in a hearty laugh. "I won't mind at all. Of course you want to make sure your teacher is safe."
The boys looked at Neville and waited for him to start asking questions. They didn't have to wait long.
"What is your name?"
"David Daldry."
"How old are you?"
"Thirty-two."
"Where are you taking our teacher?"
"To a club called 'The Wormhole'."
"How long do you intend to keep him there?"
"For a couple of hours."
"Then what?"
"I'm planning on taking him to my flat."
"Why?"
"Now, I think you're old enough to know why." He winked again. Ron was going mad.
"Hmm, I'm not sure I like your intentions, Mr. Daldry. Our teacher is not the type that is looking for a one-night stand."
"I think we should let him be the judge of that, don't you?"
"I'm simply telling you a fact."
"Oh, I'm sure you are."
"Why are you so interested in him?"
"Come on. Look at him!"
"Hmm,"
"What do you mean 'hmm'?"
"I mean 'hmm'"
"Oh, I see. You're jealous." Wink again.
"So what if I am?"
"You're not getting him, squirt."
"Who says I'm not?"
"I do."
"Oh, and what makes you think you'll get him?"
"He owes me money that he doesn't have. A lot of money, I might add."
"You know what? I don't think I like you at all."
"Well, no one said you have to." If he winked on more time, Ron was going to pull his hair.
"Indeed."
"Yes, indeed."
By now they were both facing each other in a glaring contest. A deathly glaring contest. And, of course, Snape simply had to choose that moment to show up.
"What's going on?" he asked in his teacher voice.
"Some of your students are just a bit worried about you, very sweet. Shall we?" the driver said and slid his arm around Snape's slim waist.
"My, aren't you looking fine?" he winked again! Ron started to grind his teeth. But he couldn't argue with what David Daldry had said. Snape was indeed looking fine.
He was wearing what looked like a green, nylon t-shirt that was very tight fitting, and black slacks that hugged his arse nicely. His long hair looked like silk and was just begging to be ruffled by eager hands. Ron had a bad feeling that David was going to be the one to do that.
Snape didn't seem to buy the mans complement, and simply sneered at him. "Let's just get this over with."
"As you please," David said and led Snape to the car.
In a few seconds they were off.
**************************************************************************** ***
Okay, that was the third chapter.
Remember to review ^_^
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?
Ron followed Snape up the staircases to their room on the third floor. He wasn't sure he would have any sanity left when these two weeks were over, what living with Snape and everything, but he wasn't giving up without a fight.
"Are you sure you've got them?" Snape asked him, lacking his usual sneer, referring to their luggage that Ron was currently carrying.
"Yeah, I've got them. Don't worry, sir," he answered. No need to give the man a biting retort, when Snape was obviously trying to make the best of their situation.
Snape stopped when they finally reached their destination. He unlocked the door, and held it open for Ron to get in without trouble.
"Thanks." Ron gave the man a thankful smile while sweat was dripping from his forehead. He quickly dropped the suitcases, not caring about the fact that Snape would probably be irritated by it. He stretched his back and took a good look around the room. Merlin, but it was tiny!
Next to the door was a white wardrobe and it went 'all' the way over to the other wall. Then there was a small desk and next to the desk were a bed, then a small table and then another bed that reclined with the wall and the only window in the room. On the wall opposite the beds was a lamp and a television. And a door to the bathroom.
Ron opened the door and immediately regretted it. How could a bathroom be so small? Was it even humanly possible to fit in there? Oh, Snape might not have any problems, but not everyone was as thin as him!
"Not much room to move around, is there?" Snape asked himself, and Ron knew that he wasn't expected to answer the rhetorical question, but he couldn't help himself.
"No, there sure isn't." He looked completely crest fallen at the sight of things.
"Well, I guess I should ask you which bed you'd like?" Snape inquired. Ron gave it some thought. The bed next to the window was almost completely locked in, and he didn't think he'd like to feel like he was in prison. So hence the answer: "I'll just take this one," he said and pointed at the one closest to the door.
"Fine by me," Snape said and walked over to lie down on his bed. It looked very graceless the way he simply tumbled onto the bed and laid there as if he was thoroughly debauched. It was actually a very good look on him, Ron thought.
He couldn't help but stare at his former professor who now had his eyes closed. He looked incredibly young, actually. No lines around his eyes or mouth, it was all smooth, white skin. And his build could easily be mistaken for that of a young, tall boy. Ron stood there and wondered about how old the professor actually was. It was not easy to guess, for at that moment he looked no older than 18, but Ron figured he'd have to be around 35.
Suddenly Snape opened his eyes and caught Ron staring. "What?" he asked in a sleepy voice, and stifled a yawn. "Sorry." He said, and moved to get up. "I'm sorry, sir. I didn't mean to stare, I was just." he didn't know how to finish the sentence.
"Staring?" Snape offered. Ron gave him a goofy grin. "Yeah. Sorry, it won't happen again, sir."
"Hmm," was all Snape said while giving him a calculating look-over.
"Do you know what time it is?" he then suddenly asked.
Ron looked at his wristwatch. "It's 17.45. Why? Oh, I see." He gave Snape a sly grin. "Better get ready for your date, sir."
Snape sneered at him, then went for the bathroom door. A moment later Ron could hear the shower running.
"Well, at least I now know he does shower." Ron mused. He sat down on the floor and opened his suitcase to unpack.
It didn't take him long to do, since there wasn't much room to put anything, and that meant that most of his things would have to stay in his suitcase. He only bothered unpacking his clothes and put them in one part of the wardrobe.
He then lay down on his bed, fished a quidditch magazine up and started reading. Ten minutes later he heard the shower being turned off, and the sound of wet feet on cold, tile floor reached his ears.
Then the door opened and a very wet Snape came out with only a very small towel wrapped around his slim hips.
Ron couldn't do anything but gape at the man. Snape was indeed thin, and it wouldn't hurt him to gain at least ten pounds, but he also looked absolutely perfect. All milky-white skin, and long, slightly distinguishable muscles. His chest was also nicely toned though he didn't have a washboard stomach by any means. The hipbones protruded, but wasn't in an anorectic sort of way. The towel didn't reach lower than mid-thigh and Ron a good view of the mans legs. Feminine, was the word that sprang to Ron's mind. No, that wasn't quite right. He did have slightly muscular calves it simply didn't look that way, because the legs were so long. The only thing that looked out of place was what almost looked like a lot of fine, long scars along Snape's legs.
Ron quickly banished the thought, though and concentrated on the rest of the mans body.
No, Ron simply couldn't help himself. He had to look.
Snape apparently hadn't noticed or he simply didn't care, 'cause instead of saying anything to the teenager, he bend down to open his suitcase.
Fuck! Ron could now see half of the mans arse, and suddenly he had a very noticeable erection. Damn the man looked good like that; bend over with his arse in the air. Ron had to control himself not just to simply go over there and have his wicked way with the man.
But, Merlin, he was tempted.
Snape had found what he was looking for; his toiletries, and stretched his back. Ron quickly grabbed a pillow to cover his lap, when Snape turned towards him.
"Are you alright? You look a bit flushed." He asked with concern in his voice.
"Oh, uhm, I'm fine. It's just a bit hot in here that's all." He told Snape. A bit flushed indeed! He had to get out of here.
After Snape had once again claimed the bathroom, Ron got up and said: "I'm just going to go out for some fresh air." And then fled the room.
Outside in the hallway, he leaned against the door and willed his erection away.
"Gods, I'm not going to survive this holiday." He said to no one but himself.
"Hey, Ron! So who are you sharing rooms with?" Harry came running up to him followed closely by the rest if their friends.
When they caught up with him, he told them that he needed a bit of fresh air, and they all went downstairs, and outside with him.
"Snape," was the first thing Ron said when they stood on the pavement.
"What do you mean 'Snape'?" asked Harry.
"I mean, I'm sharing a room with Snape." He said and took a deep, and calming breath.
"Oh, come on, Ron. It could be a lot worse! You could be stuck with Malfoy!" Dean said. Always the voice of reason, mused Ron.
"Yeah. Besides, after I've discovered that Snape is not all that bad looking when he gets out of those robes of his, I wouldn't mind sharing a room with him." Neville jumped in.
"Neville, come on! Stop joking, will you?" Seamus said. He looked at bit disgusted at the idea, that his friend could say such a thing. Then again, Seamus was known for being very heterosexual.
"I'm not joking, and you know it. Just because you couldn't fall for a bloke doesn't mean the rest of us are blind. And you have to be very blind not to notice that Snape is very much dating material!" Neville stated with a very firm face.
"Speaking of dating. Snape's got a date tonight." Ron shared with them.
"WHAT?" they all shouted at the same time.
"The taxi driver was hitting on him the whole way over here, and Snape looked like he would rather die, but when he was going to pay for the ride, he didn't have enough money left. So the driver said that if Snape went out with him, he wouldn't have to pay. So Snape had to say yes."
"Ouch. That must have hurt for a man like Snape, eh?" Harry said with a grimace.
"So, Ron. Why don't you tell us the real reason why you think it's so horrible to live with Snape?" Neville just wouldn't give up.
"What do you mean, Nev?" he looked at the other boy with an innocent expression.
"You know perfectly well what I mean. Don't make me drag it out of you, mate."
"Alright, you're right, okay? Snape's hot and I'm miserable." He said with as much dignity as he could muster.
"You never told me you were gay, Ron." Harry looked at him with hurt in his eyes. "Why didn't you tell me?"
"Yeah, Ron. You've never told us either!" the rest agreed.
"I'm not gay. I also like girls. I've just only come to realise it now. Didn't mean to hurt anyone's feelings." This wasn't exactly the way he'd planned to tell his friends, but it would have to do.
"So if you think Snape's hot, then I still don't get it." Neville said and looked very confused.
"Well, you wouldn't like it either if the man was parading around your room half naked and wet, bending down to rummage trough his luggage!" Ron told him.
"Are you kidding? I'd love that!" His friend shouted and looked envious.
"He's walking around half naked? How half naked?" Harry asked with an interested expression.
"With only a towel around his hips. Have you seen those towels? They're extremely tiny!" he said while gesturing widely around him. "Besides, Neville, it's not funny any longer, when you get a boner from the man and he then turns to ask if you're alright, because you look 'a bit flushed'!"
His friends began laughing and teasing him. Then Neville asked: "Hey! Do you think he's still walking around naked?"
"I doubt it. He has to meet that guy in fifteen minutes." He answered while conferring with his watch.
"Somehow I don't think the guy would mind it, if Snape shoved up naked." Dean winked.
That comment made Ron think of some of the things the driver had suggested to Snape. He shuddered.
"What's wrong, mate?" Harry asked sounding concerned. Ron looked at him, and considered if he should tell them. Well, they were his friends, and Snape hadn't told him to keep quiet.
"The driver told Snape, that if he didn't want to wake up his students late at night, he could always sleep in his apartment, and then he winked at Snape. You should have seen it! Snape was blushing!"
"I would have smacked the guy, if he had said something like that to me. How dare he?" Neville looked ready to explode any minute.
"I think Snape was trying to keep himself from doing just that. You know how taxi drivers can get if you piss them off." he said.
Just as he'd finished the sentence a car pulled over, and out came the driver they had just talked about.
"Hey there, kid!" he shouted to Ron and went over to them.
"That's the guy?" Harry whispered and Ron nodded.
"So, have you been taking good care of your teacher like I told you to?" he winked. Ron was starting to suspect the guy had a nervous tick, 'cause he practically winked all the time.
"Yeah." he mumbled. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to say anything.
"So, you're the one who's going out with our teacher, eh?" Neville inquired. They all looked at him as if he was crazy, but the man simply laughed.
"You bet I am. And a lovely piece of work he is." That damned wink again.
"Well, I'm sure you understand, that we simply can't let him go out with just anyone. Would you mind terribly if I ask you a few questions first? Just so that we can make sure, that he'll be in good hands of course." Neville continued.
The man regarded him for a moment, and then broke out in a hearty laugh. "I won't mind at all. Of course you want to make sure your teacher is safe."
The boys looked at Neville and waited for him to start asking questions. They didn't have to wait long.
"What is your name?"
"David Daldry."
"How old are you?"
"Thirty-two."
"Where are you taking our teacher?"
"To a club called 'The Wormhole'."
"How long do you intend to keep him there?"
"For a couple of hours."
"Then what?"
"I'm planning on taking him to my flat."
"Why?"
"Now, I think you're old enough to know why." He winked again. Ron was going mad.
"Hmm, I'm not sure I like your intentions, Mr. Daldry. Our teacher is not the type that is looking for a one-night stand."
"I think we should let him be the judge of that, don't you?"
"I'm simply telling you a fact."
"Oh, I'm sure you are."
"Why are you so interested in him?"
"Come on. Look at him!"
"Hmm,"
"What do you mean 'hmm'?"
"I mean 'hmm'"
"Oh, I see. You're jealous." Wink again.
"So what if I am?"
"You're not getting him, squirt."
"Who says I'm not?"
"I do."
"Oh, and what makes you think you'll get him?"
"He owes me money that he doesn't have. A lot of money, I might add."
"You know what? I don't think I like you at all."
"Well, no one said you have to." If he winked on more time, Ron was going to pull his hair.
"Indeed."
"Yes, indeed."
By now they were both facing each other in a glaring contest. A deathly glaring contest. And, of course, Snape simply had to choose that moment to show up.
"What's going on?" he asked in his teacher voice.
"Some of your students are just a bit worried about you, very sweet. Shall we?" the driver said and slid his arm around Snape's slim waist.
"My, aren't you looking fine?" he winked again! Ron started to grind his teeth. But he couldn't argue with what David Daldry had said. Snape was indeed looking fine.
He was wearing what looked like a green, nylon t-shirt that was very tight fitting, and black slacks that hugged his arse nicely. His long hair looked like silk and was just begging to be ruffled by eager hands. Ron had a bad feeling that David was going to be the one to do that.
Snape didn't seem to buy the mans complement, and simply sneered at him. "Let's just get this over with."
"As you please," David said and led Snape to the car.
In a few seconds they were off.
**************************************************************************** ***
Okay, that was the third chapter.
Remember to review ^_^