Chapter 3

The Truth Revealed

Ron's eyes shot open and he jumped up and off the bed. "I don't think I'm interested at all, Professor Snape." His breathing was rather ragged and hard to control. "What exactly are you trying to do, seduce me or something?"

A small smile graced the lips of the potions master now as he stood from the bed. "I'm trying to help you relax and find peace. That is why you came here, remember?" He took a small step forward then stopped.

The red head stood there frozen as new thoughts started flooding into his mind. "I remember damn well why I came here." He took a deep breath and narrowed his eyes as if he were in deep thought. "Wait, is this how you used to 'talk' to my brothers as well?"

"Charlie used to talk about his passion for studying dragons. Percy used to tell me how he wanted to work in the Ministry after school. I told you Fred and George never really talked to me." Severus took another small step toward the boy. "Bill, however, used to get into trouble every chance he found only to be alone with me. It was he who tried to seduce me. He thought of it as a game."

Ron swallowed hard and quite audibly. "And...w...what about me then? You came on to me. I...I....I didn't do anything to make it seem I wanted you to. Did I?" The boy shuddered a bit realizing he had actually liked the way Snape's hands felt on his skin. And, for once, he realized just how attractive his teacher was.

"No, you didn't." The older wizard looked down and bowed his head slightly. "I do apologize for my actions, they were in inappropriate." Snape said before raising his head and beginning to walk towards the door. "I'll go and let you rest now."

As Severus passed by Ron reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him. "No. I want you to stay and answer a few questions for me." Severus turned his head to look at the boy with a surprised expression on his face. "First of all, why would you ever come on to me of all people?"

"Simply a moment of weakness, I assure you, Mr. Weasley." Snape pulled his arm gently from the others grasp and stepped back from him.

"Not a good enough answer, I'm afraid." Ron walked back over and sat down on the bed. "It's your turn to tell me a bed time story, Professor." He crossed his legs and watched Snapes every expression intently as he patted the bed next to him.

Severus laughed slightly and quirked a brow. "Touché, Mr. Weasley." With a small sigh Snape moved back to the bed and sat down once more. "First of all, I'm sure you have noticed that I am rather uninterested in anyone of the female gender."

"Harry and I always figure that much, but Hermione would always tell us we were looking too deeply into your not being married."

"Of course she would. To think anything else would be jumping to an irrational conclusion which is not logical."

"Yea, she was always going on about how you not being married wasn't proof enough." Ron said with a slight laugh. "Anyway, back to why it was me."

"Ah, yes." Snape reached down and idly straightened his waist coat over his lap. "As I have said, I had the opportunity to get to know your brothers rather well. And, as I watched you grow, I realized you were unlike them all. You seemed to posses the few characteristics I admired about each of them. With the lack of decent marks in my class, of course."

"Are you trying to tell me you have a crush on me, Professor?"

Snape looked up quickly. "I wouldn't put it that way. I mean, I suppose it could be. It's more of an infatuation really."

"But you want me, in a physical way?"

"I, um.... Yes." The teacher muttered barely loud enough for himself to hear it.

Ron leaned a bit closer to the other wizard with a grin on his face. "What was that? I didn't hear you quite well enough to understand. Would you mind repeating it for me?"

The potions master simply nodded his head.

"Have you lost the ability to talk or just your overwhelming confidence, Professor?"

Snape turned to look at the boy sitting next to him. For a moment he thought about just standing and walking out of the room, but that would show a weakness that would be held against him for the remained of Ron's schooling. He took a deep breath and spoke very calmly trying to throw the other off a bit. "I said yes, Mr. Weasley. I do want you in a physical way. Are you quite satisfied now?"

"That's what I thought you had said." After he realized he had been starring unblinking at his teacher Ron finally looked down. "How long?"

"What?" Severus tilted his head at the question.

"How long have you wanted me?"

"Oh. Since last summer, I suppose. Perhaps a bit before then."

Ron raised his eyes to meet Severus' eyes with his own then leaned forward and barely brushed the older mans lips with his own before pulling back. "Then it's a shame you can't have me, isn't it?" The boy flashed a semi-evil grin then hopped off the bed taking his bag with him. "You can have this room though, I'll sleep in one of the others. Goodnight, Professor."

Snape sat there feeling somewhat confused as he watched the Gryffindor walk out of the room and close the door behind him. He crawled under the warm blanket and muttered something that made the candles flicker then die out completely. It only took a few moments for the potions master to fall asleep despite his disappointment.

Ron walked into the room that Hermione and Ginny had shared over the last summer and fell back on the bed. It was quite comfortable and surprisingly warm for not being used in some time. He kicked his shoes off and wrapped himself in the blanket without even bothering to change his clothes. For what seemed like hours he stared at the wall trying to figure out what he had just learned about his teacher. A man he thought hated him sine the very moment he first saw him. "Oh well." He muttered then closed his eyes and dreamt of what the next morning would bring.