Murmurous Summer-Symphony
Chapter six: Obvious Hurt
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: Thanks for the great reviews! They are what keep me going:) Read 'Bliss in Pain?'. If not, go do it ^_^
"So, Ron, did you talk to Snape?" Harry asked him when he entered the room Harry shared with Neville.
"Uhm, no. Not exactly." he answered a bit uneasily. He really hadn't been very fair to Snape, when he had yelled at him, but he couldn't help it! The man was just so bloody difficult!
"What do you mean 'no'? I thought you went after him?" Dean said. They had all sought refuge in the same room.
"Well, I did, but we didn't really talk that much," he didn't know what else to say, but from the leering and jealous looks he was getting from Neville, he knew they all had the wrong idea. He'd better say something quick...
"Nothing happened! He was in the bathroom when I came in, and when he finally decided to come out he was acting all bitchy, so I didn't feel like starting a conversation. I went into the bathroom to calm myself, and then I saw a razor on the floor and splatters of blood. I figured he must have been shaving, but he didn't have any marks or scabs on his face. When I asked him about it he went all 'it's none of your business, Mr. Weasley', so I threw the blade at him and left the room." He finished.
Harry had gone completely white, Dean and Seamus gave each other a knowing look and Neville looked ready to kill Ron.
"You bloody great idiot! You thought he used the razor for shaving? How stupid can you get?" Neville shouted at him.
Harry grabbed him by the shoulders and made him sit down. "He couldn't have known, Nev. It's not very common among pure-blooded families to know about such things."
"What things? What are you talking about?" Ron was starting to get confused. What sort of things were they on about?
"Ron, you'd better sit down." Dean said, and guided him over to a chair.
The rest of the group looked at Harry, and the boy understood that he had to start. " Well Ron, think about it. What do you do with a razorblade?" his friend asked. Ron knew immediately that Harry wasn't going to make it easy for him.
"You shave or cut with it," he replied.
"You've already told us that he didn't use it for shaving, so he must have cut something with it, right? What do you think he was cutting, Ron? Think hard."
"I don't know. Perhaps he's got a corn?" Ron suggested.
"That could be a possibility, of course." Seamus said. "Ron, when you saw Snape come out after he showered, did you notice if he had any scars on him?"
"Scars? Well, now you mention it, he did have some very thin scars on his legs. A lot of them, actually." Suddenly he understood what they were talking about. "Surely, you don't think he used the razor to hurt himself deliberately, do you?" Why would anyone do that?
"That's exactly what we think. Besides, Snape seems very likely to be a cutter." Neville half mumbled.
"What's a cutter?" Ron asked. He was beginning to feel very stupid
"It's someone who cuts him- or herself with the purpose of inflicting pain on their body. Most often it's people who's depressed or mentally in pain. When you hurt on the inside it's not always easy to understand, so sometimes these people cut themselves to make their pain easier to understand."
"Oh," was all Ron could say. "I really behaved like an ass towards Snape, didn't I?" He already knew the answer.
"You're bloody well right, you did. Now, you'd better go and talk things over with him. And this time without making it worse!" Neville shouted. Wow, he certainly was protective about Snape, Ron thought.
"I'll just go then," He got up and walked to the door, when a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"Good luck," he heard Harry whisper, before he was once again on his way to talk to the Potions Master.
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"Sir?" he asked as he entered their bedroom. Snape was asleep on his bed.
"Sir, I need to talk to you." He spoke a little louder this time, and the man began to stir.
"What is it, Mr. Weasley? If you've come to yell some more, I would appreciate it if you could wait for another hour. I have a tremendous headache, you see." Snape squinted up at him.
"I don't want to yell at you, I want to talk," Ron began. How did you ask your ex-professor if he cut himself? And if that wasn't enough to worry about, Ron had a nagging feeling that he ought to have a damned good excuse to ask that in the first place. So why did he even care?
Snape didn't say anything, but he sat up in the bed, so Ron took that as a sign to go on.
"The razor," he began but stopped as he saw Snape flinch. It's true then, he thought.
"What about it?" the other man snapped angrily. This wasn't going to be easy.
"I know what you used it for. Would you like to talk about it?" Ron said in a careful tone as if not to frighten Snape.
"What ever it is you think you know, I would strongly advise you to stay out of it." Snape started to get up and move towards the door.
Ron quickly ran over to him and grabbed him by both arms. "Listen to me, Snape. I know you cut yourself and that you must be in a lot of pain because of the rape, but I want to know why you think it necessary to hurt yourself like that."
All Snape could do was to stare at the floor as if it held the answers to everything, but eventually he had to say something.
"I, I do not cut myself, Mr. Weasley. Where did you get that idea from? Potter?"
"No, Snape! I'm not about to let you deny it and then walk away. You're staying with me right here until you've told me everything!" Damn it all to Hell. Why couldn't the man just talk?
"Everything? What makes you think that I'll ever tell you anything? What gives you the right to ask me these questions?" Snape asked him.
Ron didn't have an answer to that, and, to be honest, he didn't want to give one.
"You're asking me why? Well, that's simple," he fumbled for words and Snape gave him 'a look' to let Ron know, that he would never tell him anything of he didn't come up with something fast. And it had better be good.
"Then pray tell, why don't you tell me the reason, and I'll consider telling you what you want to know," Snape smirked. No way the boy was going to come up with anything.
Think fast Ron. Think FAST! " Because I care about you." He blurted out. Oops, not the best thing to say to your sour Potions Master.
"You care about me? What sort of inane nonsense is that?" Snape was starting to get really angry now.
"It's not nonsense. It's true! I do care about you." Yes, he did, Ron thought. He did truly care about Snape. He might even care a bit too much.
"You listen to me, Mr. Weasley. You do not care about me, okay? You're not supposed to even like me, let alone care." The slighter man was no beginning to struggle against the hold, but Ron refused to let go.
"No, it's not okay, 'cause I can't just stop caring." and with that he kissed Snape.
************************************************************************** UUHH! Evil cliffhanger! How is Snape going to respond to the kiss?! Well, you'll all find out in the next chapter.. In the meantime please 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, then don't read this fic. Okay?
A/N: Thanks for the great reviews! They are what keep me going:) Read 'Bliss in Pain?'. If not, go do it ^_^
"So, Ron, did you talk to Snape?" Harry asked him when he entered the room Harry shared with Neville.
"Uhm, no. Not exactly." he answered a bit uneasily. He really hadn't been very fair to Snape, when he had yelled at him, but he couldn't help it! The man was just so bloody difficult!
"What do you mean 'no'? I thought you went after him?" Dean said. They had all sought refuge in the same room.
"Well, I did, but we didn't really talk that much," he didn't know what else to say, but from the leering and jealous looks he was getting from Neville, he knew they all had the wrong idea. He'd better say something quick...
"Nothing happened! He was in the bathroom when I came in, and when he finally decided to come out he was acting all bitchy, so I didn't feel like starting a conversation. I went into the bathroom to calm myself, and then I saw a razor on the floor and splatters of blood. I figured he must have been shaving, but he didn't have any marks or scabs on his face. When I asked him about it he went all 'it's none of your business, Mr. Weasley', so I threw the blade at him and left the room." He finished.
Harry had gone completely white, Dean and Seamus gave each other a knowing look and Neville looked ready to kill Ron.
"You bloody great idiot! You thought he used the razor for shaving? How stupid can you get?" Neville shouted at him.
Harry grabbed him by the shoulders and made him sit down. "He couldn't have known, Nev. It's not very common among pure-blooded families to know about such things."
"What things? What are you talking about?" Ron was starting to get confused. What sort of things were they on about?
"Ron, you'd better sit down." Dean said, and guided him over to a chair.
The rest of the group looked at Harry, and the boy understood that he had to start. " Well Ron, think about it. What do you do with a razorblade?" his friend asked. Ron knew immediately that Harry wasn't going to make it easy for him.
"You shave or cut with it," he replied.
"You've already told us that he didn't use it for shaving, so he must have cut something with it, right? What do you think he was cutting, Ron? Think hard."
"I don't know. Perhaps he's got a corn?" Ron suggested.
"That could be a possibility, of course." Seamus said. "Ron, when you saw Snape come out after he showered, did you notice if he had any scars on him?"
"Scars? Well, now you mention it, he did have some very thin scars on his legs. A lot of them, actually." Suddenly he understood what they were talking about. "Surely, you don't think he used the razor to hurt himself deliberately, do you?" Why would anyone do that?
"That's exactly what we think. Besides, Snape seems very likely to be a cutter." Neville half mumbled.
"What's a cutter?" Ron asked. He was beginning to feel very stupid
"It's someone who cuts him- or herself with the purpose of inflicting pain on their body. Most often it's people who's depressed or mentally in pain. When you hurt on the inside it's not always easy to understand, so sometimes these people cut themselves to make their pain easier to understand."
"Oh," was all Ron could say. "I really behaved like an ass towards Snape, didn't I?" He already knew the answer.
"You're bloody well right, you did. Now, you'd better go and talk things over with him. And this time without making it worse!" Neville shouted. Wow, he certainly was protective about Snape, Ron thought.
"I'll just go then," He got up and walked to the door, when a hand on his shoulder stopped him.
"Good luck," he heard Harry whisper, before he was once again on his way to talk to the Potions Master.
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"Sir?" he asked as he entered their bedroom. Snape was asleep on his bed.
"Sir, I need to talk to you." He spoke a little louder this time, and the man began to stir.
"What is it, Mr. Weasley? If you've come to yell some more, I would appreciate it if you could wait for another hour. I have a tremendous headache, you see." Snape squinted up at him.
"I don't want to yell at you, I want to talk," Ron began. How did you ask your ex-professor if he cut himself? And if that wasn't enough to worry about, Ron had a nagging feeling that he ought to have a damned good excuse to ask that in the first place. So why did he even care?
Snape didn't say anything, but he sat up in the bed, so Ron took that as a sign to go on.
"The razor," he began but stopped as he saw Snape flinch. It's true then, he thought.
"What about it?" the other man snapped angrily. This wasn't going to be easy.
"I know what you used it for. Would you like to talk about it?" Ron said in a careful tone as if not to frighten Snape.
"What ever it is you think you know, I would strongly advise you to stay out of it." Snape started to get up and move towards the door.
Ron quickly ran over to him and grabbed him by both arms. "Listen to me, Snape. I know you cut yourself and that you must be in a lot of pain because of the rape, but I want to know why you think it necessary to hurt yourself like that."
All Snape could do was to stare at the floor as if it held the answers to everything, but eventually he had to say something.
"I, I do not cut myself, Mr. Weasley. Where did you get that idea from? Potter?"
"No, Snape! I'm not about to let you deny it and then walk away. You're staying with me right here until you've told me everything!" Damn it all to Hell. Why couldn't the man just talk?
"Everything? What makes you think that I'll ever tell you anything? What gives you the right to ask me these questions?" Snape asked him.
Ron didn't have an answer to that, and, to be honest, he didn't want to give one.
"You're asking me why? Well, that's simple," he fumbled for words and Snape gave him 'a look' to let Ron know, that he would never tell him anything of he didn't come up with something fast. And it had better be good.
"Then pray tell, why don't you tell me the reason, and I'll consider telling you what you want to know," Snape smirked. No way the boy was going to come up with anything.
Think fast Ron. Think FAST! " Because I care about you." He blurted out. Oops, not the best thing to say to your sour Potions Master.
"You care about me? What sort of inane nonsense is that?" Snape was starting to get really angry now.
"It's not nonsense. It's true! I do care about you." Yes, he did, Ron thought. He did truly care about Snape. He might even care a bit too much.
"You listen to me, Mr. Weasley. You do not care about me, okay? You're not supposed to even like me, let alone care." The slighter man was no beginning to struggle against the hold, but Ron refused to let go.
"No, it's not okay, 'cause I can't just stop caring." and with that he kissed Snape.
************************************************************************** UUHH! Evil cliffhanger! How is Snape going to respond to the kiss?! Well, you'll all find out in the next chapter.. In the meantime please review!