Chapter 8
Detention
Ron walked slowly from the great hall that night after he finished eating, leaving Harry and Hermione at the table. He wasn't exactly looking forward to detention, then again, he was. "Stupid mixed emotions." he muttered as he turned down the steps that lead to the dungeon. He got to the bottom of the stairs and ran into someone, hard, then fell back against the wall. "Watch where you're going…." He trailed off when he looked up and realized it was his potions master. "Sorry, sir."
"You know, Mr. Weasley, you really shouldn't walk and stare at the floor. You could….. run into someone." Snape got to his feet and knelt down to pick up the papers he had dropped.
"I…I…I really didn't mean to run into you, Professor." Ron quickly bent over to help pick up the papers. He saw one with random scribbling on it. It had his name on it so he quickly shoved it into his pocket and handed the rest of the pages to his teacher. "Sorry again."
"No harm done, Weasley. You were coming to my room for detention, yes?" Snape didn't wait for an answer he just turned and half ran back to his class room with Ron trying to keep up.
When they arrived at Snape's room Ron looked around for the ingredients of the potion they had been making in class that day but couldn't find them. It wasn't like Snape t not have them set out already, waiting for the student. "Sir, where is the stuff for the potion?"
"We need to talk, Ron." Snape locked the door then walked up to his desk and sat behind it. He placed the papers he had been carrying on the table next to him and crossed his arms. "So, who was it?"
Ron's eyes shot up to meet his not fully understanding what his teacher meant. "Who was who, sir?"
The potion masters eyes dropped to his desk and a slight smile flashed on his lips but quickly faded. "Who were you thinking about in class?"
"OH, that. Um…..no one really…I was just thinking. You remember the whole family situation I told you about before." The Gryffindors dream ran through his mind as he watched Snape drop his eyes and smile. Ron knew what he was thinking. It was frightening and exciting at the same time. The red head moved closer and ran his finger over the edge of the desk as he licked his lips.
The older man looked up and tilted his head. "It's not going to happen, Weasley, so stop thinking about it." Snape leaned back in his chair then dropped his arms to his side.
Ron stepped around to where his teacher sat then leaned down, using his hands to pin the older mans arms where they were. "We don't have to do exactly what I dreamt about, but I do want a kiss. Please?" He leaned down closer and brushed his lips over that of his potion masters and, without warning, Severus lifted his head to seal their mouths.
The older man eventually sat back in his seat and sighed. "No one can ever know. Even something so simple as a kiss could get us both into trouble." Weasley nodded in agreement then left the class room.