TITLE: We lived through it.
AUTHOR: Jay Snape
RATING:PG-13 may go up.
SUMMARY: After the war life goes on a little different a little the same.
DISCLAIMER:I own nothing, these guys belong to J.K I wish I had her talent but I don't.
WARNING: This is slash deal with it
NOTES: Ron/Snape if this pairing upsets you BYE-BYE !!!
FEEDBACK: Please, feed you author (but watch your fingers)
ARCHIVE: If you want it take it.
Bright sun cascaded though the small window high in the wall. A new day a new year! Ron Weasley rubbed his eyes lazily, that was why the soft pealing of a magical alarm had woken him so early, it was new years day the first anniversary of the battle for Hogwarts. One year ago today he had walked out on to the lawn to fight along side Hufflepuff Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and surprising quite a few Slytherin; current students and former as well as many witches and wizards form different nations.
In the three years since his return Voldermort had steadily been gaining power and territory. It was decided unquestioningly that Hogwarts would be where the line was drawn. So it was on the first day of 2005 Voldermort died ironically killed by a curse invented by a death eater. A curse that destroyed the muggle DNA that, thanks to his father, Tom Riddle had. The curse could only be cast by a true pureblood. The honour of slaying The Dark Lord had not fallen to Harry potter, who still carried his mother's muggle blood. No, it fell to the most unlikely pair of wizards ever to take arms together. They needed to be sure the caster was completely pure blood as well as powerful from the whole of the order there were only two wizards with both the power and the pedigree Serverus Snape and Arthur Weasley (Dumbledore it turns out had a muggle grandmother).
But as only the innermost of the order knew these two had dealt the deathblow, it was commonly believed that Harry had thrown the last curse. While Arthur's modesty was unsurprising, Snape's was down right shocking, Ron remembered with a grin the look on his friends' faces when Snape had told Rita Skeeter that once again the world owed Harry potter a great debt a small laugh escaped his lips before he could master it.
"What is so amusing?" The rich honey voice of the men laid next to him asked one arm snaking round his middle.
"Remembering the look on Harry and mione's faces when you told Skeeter it was all Harry's doing, I'm still amazed Harry didn't have a stroke."
"It was good preparation for when you told him you were shagging the greasy git" snape quipped rolling on to his back. Ron moved over resting his head on his lovers shoulder ignoring the mop of carroty hair falling over his forehead.
" I wasn't, remember? You wouldn't touch before my birthday." he groused as long elegant fingers brushed the auburn curtain away from Ron's eyes in time for him to see onyx eyes roll back mockingly.
"Are you ever going to quit whining about that?" Serverus asked warily pulling his young lover close against him.
"Seventeen year-olds aren't meant to be celibate" the Gryffindor objected sullenly snuggling closer to snape
"Yet the law states other wise!"
"Only with men and I have heard you decry that stupid law often enough" retorted the redhead now stroking quidditch roughened finger over the scar that marred his lover chest long and straight like down the centre of the nearly hairless chest.
"you have heard me complain about the difference between same sex and homosexual laws personally I think you should all where chastity belts until 21"
"That would me you wouldn't get any for two more years" Ron playfully pinched one of the rosy nipples.
"Who ever said I would wait for you?" swatting the younger man with a pillow from beneath his head
"Who else would put up with you?"
"Put up indeed! Last night you seemed to find me very easy to put up with"
" Last night I found you easy period" that earned the younger man a low soft chuckle.
"I must endeavour to make you work harder at seducing me in future" with a swift kiss on the forehead Snape was up starting his morning routine, Ron watched enthralled as always as Sev combed through his hair tying it back so it didn't get in the way as he prepared for the day. A black silk robe sliding on over smooth ivory skin.
"don't lay there letching we have a busy day" The voice as silken as the robe.
"Can I watch you in the shower??" Ron asked at Sev's slow nod he bounded from the bed into the bathroom uncaring of the cold winters in the dungeons or his nakedness
AUTHOR: Jay Snape
RATING:PG-13 may go up.
SUMMARY: After the war life goes on a little different a little the same.
DISCLAIMER:I own nothing, these guys belong to J.K I wish I had her talent but I don't.
WARNING: This is slash deal with it
NOTES: Ron/Snape if this pairing upsets you BYE-BYE !!!
FEEDBACK: Please, feed you author (but watch your fingers)
ARCHIVE: If you want it take it.
Bright sun cascaded though the small window high in the wall. A new day a new year! Ron Weasley rubbed his eyes lazily, that was why the soft pealing of a magical alarm had woken him so early, it was new years day the first anniversary of the battle for Hogwarts. One year ago today he had walked out on to the lawn to fight along side Hufflepuff Gryffindor, Ravenclaw and surprising quite a few Slytherin; current students and former as well as many witches and wizards form different nations.
In the three years since his return Voldermort had steadily been gaining power and territory. It was decided unquestioningly that Hogwarts would be where the line was drawn. So it was on the first day of 2005 Voldermort died ironically killed by a curse invented by a death eater. A curse that destroyed the muggle DNA that, thanks to his father, Tom Riddle had. The curse could only be cast by a true pureblood. The honour of slaying The Dark Lord had not fallen to Harry potter, who still carried his mother's muggle blood. No, it fell to the most unlikely pair of wizards ever to take arms together. They needed to be sure the caster was completely pure blood as well as powerful from the whole of the order there were only two wizards with both the power and the pedigree Serverus Snape and Arthur Weasley (Dumbledore it turns out had a muggle grandmother).
But as only the innermost of the order knew these two had dealt the deathblow, it was commonly believed that Harry had thrown the last curse. While Arthur's modesty was unsurprising, Snape's was down right shocking, Ron remembered with a grin the look on his friends' faces when Snape had told Rita Skeeter that once again the world owed Harry potter a great debt a small laugh escaped his lips before he could master it.
"What is so amusing?" The rich honey voice of the men laid next to him asked one arm snaking round his middle.
"Remembering the look on Harry and mione's faces when you told Skeeter it was all Harry's doing, I'm still amazed Harry didn't have a stroke."
"It was good preparation for when you told him you were shagging the greasy git" snape quipped rolling on to his back. Ron moved over resting his head on his lovers shoulder ignoring the mop of carroty hair falling over his forehead.
" I wasn't, remember? You wouldn't touch before my birthday." he groused as long elegant fingers brushed the auburn curtain away from Ron's eyes in time for him to see onyx eyes roll back mockingly.
"Are you ever going to quit whining about that?" Serverus asked warily pulling his young lover close against him.
"Seventeen year-olds aren't meant to be celibate" the Gryffindor objected sullenly snuggling closer to snape
"Yet the law states other wise!"
"Only with men and I have heard you decry that stupid law often enough" retorted the redhead now stroking quidditch roughened finger over the scar that marred his lover chest long and straight like down the centre of the nearly hairless chest.
"you have heard me complain about the difference between same sex and homosexual laws personally I think you should all where chastity belts until 21"
"That would me you wouldn't get any for two more years" Ron playfully pinched one of the rosy nipples.
"Who ever said I would wait for you?" swatting the younger man with a pillow from beneath his head
"Who else would put up with you?"
"Put up indeed! Last night you seemed to find me very easy to put up with"
" Last night I found you easy period" that earned the younger man a low soft chuckle.
"I must endeavour to make you work harder at seducing me in future" with a swift kiss on the forehead Snape was up starting his morning routine, Ron watched enthralled as always as Sev combed through his hair tying it back so it didn't get in the way as he prepared for the day. A black silk robe sliding on over smooth ivory skin.
"don't lay there letching we have a busy day" The voice as silken as the robe.
"Can I watch you in the shower??" Ron asked at Sev's slow nod he bounded from the bed into the bathroom uncaring of the cold winters in the dungeons or his nakedness