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Summary: Ron becomes deaf as a result of the war, Snape is sent in to help him, will friendship blossom or maybe stronger feelings can grow in the shadows of hate?
Pairings: SS/RW BW/NL more to come
Warnings: SLASH, future MPREG, really bad language and slight self harm.
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Angel With The Scabbed Wings, Jaded
Chapter IV: Little by Little
Ron had finally succumbed too sleep a while ago and Severus sat in a armchair watching the moonlight fall over his face and hair, making the red look darker and the skin lighter. Severus was very attracted too the young man, and not just because of the hair.
He had seen Ron fight in the war, seen him work his way through the Death Eater lines. He knew that Ron was the one coming up with the strategy that made it able for the Gryffindor Golden Boy to get too Voldermort.
Severus admired Ron's courage, his stubbornness, his loyalty and of course his body. Severus Snape had decided to pursue Ron Weasley; the first thing he had to do too make his plan succeed was to get Ron out of The Burrow, willingly.
AWSWJ
The sunlight hitting his eyes was what woke Ron up. He was sore and stiff all over but surprisingly enough no longer in binds. Looking around he saw Snape sitting in a chair reading what looked like one of Ron's journals, one that held numerous notes on a possible cure.
He had to bite his tongue too not scream at Snape, those notes where private and the greasy git had no business reading them. Struggling to stand up he notices the red burns from the ropes and the sore feeling all over his body from fighting them.
He must have made a sound because Snape suddenly looked up at him. Ron took out the small notebook and pencil that he always had on him. He quickly wrote on the thin paper 'That's private!' and held it up for Snape to see. Snape just ignored him and started to read again.
Ron could feel the heat rising too his face in anger. He stomped over too where Snape sat and grabbed the journal trying to jerk it out of his grasp, he did not succeed. Snape merely raised an eyebrow and said something he knew very well Ron couldn't hear.
After trying for quite some time to jerk the journal from Snape's grasp he gave up and screamed instead, "Would you just give me my own fucking journal!"
Having a very good hold of the journal made him fall back when Snape suddenly let go. "Why the fuck did you do that!" He screamed again, forgetting to be embarrassed of his pronunciation.
After a wave of his wand Snape spoke, in BSL, making Ron sneer in disgust as he read the words forming in the air right above Snape's hands.
"You asked me." He said simply, making Ron flush in anger once more.
Looking for the notebook Ron couldn't find it or the pencil, it must have got lost while he tried to take the journal. Swallowing his pride he took a deep breath and said "So you decided to let go of it the second time I asked?" He was sure his voice sounded funny and his tongue felt like it didn't quite fit his mouth.
"No, I let it go the first time you asked." Snape signed.
"The fuck you did!" He knew he was screaming again but couldn't bother enough to care.
Snape just raised an eyebrow in answer then raised his hands again.
"You have some adequate ideas in there." He pointed too the journal lying on the floor between Ron's legs.
Ron didn't know whether to be blushing in anger or happiness that someone complimented his ideas.
"Although, none of them will work." Ron decided on anger, he knew what was going to come now, 'there is no cure, you need to accept that' and so on and so forth.
But what Snape said next surprised Ron so much that had he not been sitting down he was sure he would have fallen. "I'll make you a deal. You start learning sign language and I help you find a cure. I'm quite sure a potion could be made even if there is not one on the market today."
Ron just sat there stunned and gaped. Snape was the first one besides himself believing that there was a cure, no one besides himself had believed that before, everybody had tried to deter him from working on it.
"I I, I don't know what to say." He whispered, still staring at the man before him, feeling a whole new amount of respect towards Snape. "Thank you." Again it was a mere whisper; Snape didn't seem to notice he said it at all.
"We will have five hours of lessons every day, I say we devote two of those in finding the cure and researching the curse that hit you. I will not under any circumstances live or work here so you would have to come and live with me at my house for the weeks and then you can live here at the weekends, would that be agreeable too you Mr Weasley?"
Ron still shocked that someone that he knew despised him was the only one that wanted to help him just nodded. "Good then I want you to be ready in the morning; I will come and get you at noon tomorrow. Good bye Mr Weasley" With that Snape stood from the chair and walked out of the room, leaving Ron still sprawled on the floor.