Murmurous Summer-Symphony
Chapter five: Breathing in the Pain
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, then don't read this fic. Okay?
A/N: You wont be able to fully understand this chapter if you haven't yet read my other fic. Bliss in Pain. Go read it before you start on this one:)
The sun was shining when Ron woke up. Slowly he raised he head from the pillow and looked around. Snape was nowhere to be seen.
He fumbled after his watch at the nightstand and let out a yell as he fell out of the bed from pure shock. It was past noon! All the others must be waiting for him, he thought.
He quickly showered and dressed, then stormed down the stairs to the reception. When he got there, he saw Snape sitting in the sofa, reading London Times.
"Ah, I see you're finally up." he greeted Ron.
"Where are all the others?" Ron asked and moved to sit down next to Snape. Said man raised an eyebrow at that, but refrained from commenting on it.
"They've gone out to take a look at Harold's. It's not far from here."
"Oh. So, why didn't you go with them?" he asked.
"I couldn't leave a student behind, now could I?" Snape questioned him.
"Guess not. Why didn't you wake me up?" Ron had hoped to spend the day with Harry and the rest of his friends. Being stuck with Snape wasn't in the plan. Or was it?
"I thought you could use the sleep. I did wake you in the middle of the night." It almost sounded like Snape was apologizing.
"Oh, no. You didn't wake me." It was out of his mouth before he could stop it. Snape gave him a look that clearly indicated the man wasn't happy with what he had just heard.
"Why weren't you sleeping, Mr. Weasley? It was quite late." It was uttered in a silky-smooth voice.
Ron knew he was dead if he didn't turn the tables. "Indeed it was, sir. Care to explain to me why you weren't sleeping?" Ron knew he shouldn't be talking to a professor like that, but Snape couldn't do anything to him. Ron wasn't a student any longer.
"You know perfectly well why I wasn't sleeping." The other man sneered at ham.
"All I know is that you were out with some guy called Daldry. Doesn't explain why you didn't come home until three in the morning, though," he said hotly.
"Oh, but you were very eager to tend to my bruises, were you not? Besides, I don't have to explain myself to you." Snape was getting angry, Ron knew that, but he wouldn't let himself be intimidated by the man.
"Fine. Then I don't have to explain to you why I wasn't sleeping! I'm not your student anymore." He retorted.
"No, you are not. But I have custody over you on this trip."
"Oh, and you've sure shown that you are able to take on that responsibility, haven't you? Going out with a stranger and leaving your students alone definitely shows true maturity." He drawled. Merlin, it felt good to finally be able to talk back to the bastard!
Snape got up and left at that moment. Oh no, you're not getting away that easily, Snape! Ron thought. He followed Snape out of the main room, and ran after him up the stairs.
Suddenly Snape turned around and snapped: "I didn't have a choice, as you perfectly well know. I didn't have enough money to pay the man!"
"And why didn't you have enough money? I thought Dumbledore had made sure that everything was in order?" He had wondered how come Snape suddenly didn't have any money left.
"He didn't give me enough, apparently. And I couldn't get more from the bank until today!" they were both shouting by now. It was a good thing they were the only guests left in the hotel. Dumbledore had made sure they would have all the rooms.
"Then why didn't you tell him to come back today?" Oh, God! Ron was acting like a jealous boyfriend.
"He threatened to call the cops on me! Then I would have to spend today in jail! I wouldn't be any good to either of you then!"
"Was that why you let him beat you up?"
Snape felt silent at that. " I didn't just let him 'beat me up', as you put it." He said bitterly. "He simply did it." Then Snape disappeared up the next flight of stairs.
"Wait! What do you mean he just did it?" Ron called after him, as he ran to catch up with him.
"What do you think I mean?" Snape shouted back as Ron grabbed his arm and spun the man around to face him. They were so close to each other that Ron could feel the heat radiating from the other man. "I didn't ask him to do it! I didn't ask for any of it, you idiot!"
"What exactly did he do?" Ron asked him in a very serious tone. Snape turned his eyes away. "You don't want to know," he spat and struggled to get free. "Let me go!"
"Listen to me," he said and shook the smaller man. " Listen! I do want to know. You hear me? I want to know!"
"Why?" Snape's voice cracked. He almost looked like he was about to cry.
"I," Ron began. " I don't know." He then gathered himself together. If he didn't play this rough, then Snape would never tell him anything. "Now, just bloody well tell me, Snape. Or I'll tell Dumbledore about this!"
"You wouldn't dare?" it was more a question than a statement. Good, thought Ron, then he's taking me seriously.
"Try me." He growled and pressed harder around Snape's frail arm.
"He raped me! There, are you happy? Now let me go, you big oaf." Ron didn't pay attention to Snape's struggles any longer. He simply gathered man in his arms and whispered "I'm sorry,"
Snape went still, but slowly began to relax. Ron felt the other mans arms hug him back. "It's not your fault, Mr. Weasley."
At that moment Harry, Neville, Seamus, Dean and now Ginny showed up on the stairs. They all gaped at the scene in front of them. Snape noticed this and pulled away fast, then he ran to his and Ron's room.
Ron stood there and looked after the older man, and then turned his eyes to his friends.
"Uhm, we were just talking," he said.
"Yeah, right. And my name is Tom Riddle." Harry drawled. "Well, now I know why you didn't wanted me to stay last night, eh?" he teased his friend.
Neville looked shocked. " Last night? What happened last night?"
"Nothing, Neville. Nothing happened and nothing is happening." he tried but he knew the others wouldn't believe him. He wasn't even sure he believed it himself.
"We can always discuss that, but I think you should go after him. I don't think he appreciated the little display. You know what he's like. We'll see you later, mate." Harry said, and Ron hurried after Snape.
Luckily, Ron had brought the extra key with him this time and he could let himself in. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he noticed that Snape wasn't in the room. Oh, right! The bathroom, he thought, and sat down on the bed to wait.
When Ron had waited for half an hour, he was slowly losing his patience. He knocked on the bathroom door, and called. "Snape? Are you alright in there?"
No reply was given, and just as Ron was about to knock again, Snape came out.
"I'm fine, Mr. Weasley. Now just run along." He sneered.
"No, you're not fine. You've just been raped, for fucks sake! And what were you doing for so long in the bathroom anyway?" he asked.
"None of your bloody business." was the angry retort he was given. Snape was really starting to get on his nerves.
"Fine! Be like that." He snapped back, and walked into the bathroom himself. "Why can't the man just be normal?" he mumbled to himself. He looked around the tiny room. It was no bigger than 1x2 m. It had a shower with a glass door, a sink and a toilet. That was all. As he was about to walk out again, a small object on the floor caught his eye. He bend down to retrieve it and saw that it was a razorblade. With blood on it. Now that he thought about it, small drops of blood could be seen on the floor. Oh, not many, only a couple of tiny splashes, but it looked like there had been several more. What had Snape been doing? Had he been shaving? He decided to bring the razorblade to Snape, and then he would perhaps get some answers.
Snape was sitting on his bed with his back turned on Ron. "You forgot to clean up after you. Oh, and I found this on the floor, too." he said and held up the blade.
Snape spun around and his face lost all colour when he saw what Ron was holding. Ron tried to see if Snape had any scabs on his face, but he didn't, so he couldn't have been shaving with the damned thing.
"What were doing with it?" he inquired.
"Go away, Mr. Weasley. Leave things alone that you don't understand." Snape said and turned away.
"Okay, if that's what you want. I'll just leave you alone with this thing then." Ron spat and threw the razor on the floor before he stormed out of the room.
Ron missed the hurt look that passed over Snape's face as he slammed the door shut.
**************************************************************************** * Hmm, this was not easy to write. Don't know why really, it just was.
Review and share your thoughts about this fic. with me:)
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, then don't read this fic. Okay?
A/N: You wont be able to fully understand this chapter if you haven't yet read my other fic. Bliss in Pain. Go read it before you start on this one:)
The sun was shining when Ron woke up. Slowly he raised he head from the pillow and looked around. Snape was nowhere to be seen.
He fumbled after his watch at the nightstand and let out a yell as he fell out of the bed from pure shock. It was past noon! All the others must be waiting for him, he thought.
He quickly showered and dressed, then stormed down the stairs to the reception. When he got there, he saw Snape sitting in the sofa, reading London Times.
"Ah, I see you're finally up." he greeted Ron.
"Where are all the others?" Ron asked and moved to sit down next to Snape. Said man raised an eyebrow at that, but refrained from commenting on it.
"They've gone out to take a look at Harold's. It's not far from here."
"Oh. So, why didn't you go with them?" he asked.
"I couldn't leave a student behind, now could I?" Snape questioned him.
"Guess not. Why didn't you wake me up?" Ron had hoped to spend the day with Harry and the rest of his friends. Being stuck with Snape wasn't in the plan. Or was it?
"I thought you could use the sleep. I did wake you in the middle of the night." It almost sounded like Snape was apologizing.
"Oh, no. You didn't wake me." It was out of his mouth before he could stop it. Snape gave him a look that clearly indicated the man wasn't happy with what he had just heard.
"Why weren't you sleeping, Mr. Weasley? It was quite late." It was uttered in a silky-smooth voice.
Ron knew he was dead if he didn't turn the tables. "Indeed it was, sir. Care to explain to me why you weren't sleeping?" Ron knew he shouldn't be talking to a professor like that, but Snape couldn't do anything to him. Ron wasn't a student any longer.
"You know perfectly well why I wasn't sleeping." The other man sneered at ham.
"All I know is that you were out with some guy called Daldry. Doesn't explain why you didn't come home until three in the morning, though," he said hotly.
"Oh, but you were very eager to tend to my bruises, were you not? Besides, I don't have to explain myself to you." Snape was getting angry, Ron knew that, but he wouldn't let himself be intimidated by the man.
"Fine. Then I don't have to explain to you why I wasn't sleeping! I'm not your student anymore." He retorted.
"No, you are not. But I have custody over you on this trip."
"Oh, and you've sure shown that you are able to take on that responsibility, haven't you? Going out with a stranger and leaving your students alone definitely shows true maturity." He drawled. Merlin, it felt good to finally be able to talk back to the bastard!
Snape got up and left at that moment. Oh no, you're not getting away that easily, Snape! Ron thought. He followed Snape out of the main room, and ran after him up the stairs.
Suddenly Snape turned around and snapped: "I didn't have a choice, as you perfectly well know. I didn't have enough money to pay the man!"
"And why didn't you have enough money? I thought Dumbledore had made sure that everything was in order?" He had wondered how come Snape suddenly didn't have any money left.
"He didn't give me enough, apparently. And I couldn't get more from the bank until today!" they were both shouting by now. It was a good thing they were the only guests left in the hotel. Dumbledore had made sure they would have all the rooms.
"Then why didn't you tell him to come back today?" Oh, God! Ron was acting like a jealous boyfriend.
"He threatened to call the cops on me! Then I would have to spend today in jail! I wouldn't be any good to either of you then!"
"Was that why you let him beat you up?"
Snape felt silent at that. " I didn't just let him 'beat me up', as you put it." He said bitterly. "He simply did it." Then Snape disappeared up the next flight of stairs.
"Wait! What do you mean he just did it?" Ron called after him, as he ran to catch up with him.
"What do you think I mean?" Snape shouted back as Ron grabbed his arm and spun the man around to face him. They were so close to each other that Ron could feel the heat radiating from the other man. "I didn't ask him to do it! I didn't ask for any of it, you idiot!"
"What exactly did he do?" Ron asked him in a very serious tone. Snape turned his eyes away. "You don't want to know," he spat and struggled to get free. "Let me go!"
"Listen to me," he said and shook the smaller man. " Listen! I do want to know. You hear me? I want to know!"
"Why?" Snape's voice cracked. He almost looked like he was about to cry.
"I," Ron began. " I don't know." He then gathered himself together. If he didn't play this rough, then Snape would never tell him anything. "Now, just bloody well tell me, Snape. Or I'll tell Dumbledore about this!"
"You wouldn't dare?" it was more a question than a statement. Good, thought Ron, then he's taking me seriously.
"Try me." He growled and pressed harder around Snape's frail arm.
"He raped me! There, are you happy? Now let me go, you big oaf." Ron didn't pay attention to Snape's struggles any longer. He simply gathered man in his arms and whispered "I'm sorry,"
Snape went still, but slowly began to relax. Ron felt the other mans arms hug him back. "It's not your fault, Mr. Weasley."
At that moment Harry, Neville, Seamus, Dean and now Ginny showed up on the stairs. They all gaped at the scene in front of them. Snape noticed this and pulled away fast, then he ran to his and Ron's room.
Ron stood there and looked after the older man, and then turned his eyes to his friends.
"Uhm, we were just talking," he said.
"Yeah, right. And my name is Tom Riddle." Harry drawled. "Well, now I know why you didn't wanted me to stay last night, eh?" he teased his friend.
Neville looked shocked. " Last night? What happened last night?"
"Nothing, Neville. Nothing happened and nothing is happening." he tried but he knew the others wouldn't believe him. He wasn't even sure he believed it himself.
"We can always discuss that, but I think you should go after him. I don't think he appreciated the little display. You know what he's like. We'll see you later, mate." Harry said, and Ron hurried after Snape.
Luckily, Ron had brought the extra key with him this time and he could let himself in. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he noticed that Snape wasn't in the room. Oh, right! The bathroom, he thought, and sat down on the bed to wait.
When Ron had waited for half an hour, he was slowly losing his patience. He knocked on the bathroom door, and called. "Snape? Are you alright in there?"
No reply was given, and just as Ron was about to knock again, Snape came out.
"I'm fine, Mr. Weasley. Now just run along." He sneered.
"No, you're not fine. You've just been raped, for fucks sake! And what were you doing for so long in the bathroom anyway?" he asked.
"None of your bloody business." was the angry retort he was given. Snape was really starting to get on his nerves.
"Fine! Be like that." He snapped back, and walked into the bathroom himself. "Why can't the man just be normal?" he mumbled to himself. He looked around the tiny room. It was no bigger than 1x2 m. It had a shower with a glass door, a sink and a toilet. That was all. As he was about to walk out again, a small object on the floor caught his eye. He bend down to retrieve it and saw that it was a razorblade. With blood on it. Now that he thought about it, small drops of blood could be seen on the floor. Oh, not many, only a couple of tiny splashes, but it looked like there had been several more. What had Snape been doing? Had he been shaving? He decided to bring the razorblade to Snape, and then he would perhaps get some answers.
Snape was sitting on his bed with his back turned on Ron. "You forgot to clean up after you. Oh, and I found this on the floor, too." he said and held up the blade.
Snape spun around and his face lost all colour when he saw what Ron was holding. Ron tried to see if Snape had any scabs on his face, but he didn't, so he couldn't have been shaving with the damned thing.
"What were doing with it?" he inquired.
"Go away, Mr. Weasley. Leave things alone that you don't understand." Snape said and turned away.
"Okay, if that's what you want. I'll just leave you alone with this thing then." Ron spat and threw the razor on the floor before he stormed out of the room.
Ron missed the hurt look that passed over Snape's face as he slammed the door shut.
**************************************************************************** * Hmm, this was not easy to write. Don't know why really, it just was.
Review and share your thoughts about this fic. with me:)