Author's Note: I DID NOT NOR WILL EVER CLAIM THE CHARACTERS OR PLACES, PERSONS, OR THINGS THIS STORY IS BASED OUT OF AS MINE. The story however the story line in which im playing with J.K. Rowling's characters, persons, places or things; is mine. I accept all criticism. I am just seeing how well I can do this thing called the written word. So, thank you for your honest opinion. On to the story. MA content inside. Some bashing of a weasley family and some friends. One very heroic interpretation of a very mystical side of a weasley and some friends. Woo hoo let's get it started.
Story title: The Severus of It All
Prologue:
A taste of where it could lead
He walked into the house on grimmauld street. It was their headquarters and he was the first to arrive out of all those that were left. He took off his cloak and hung it up then walked up the stairs to his room that he always used while he was there. When he walked in he noticed someone was on his bed. 'Well there goes the peace and quiet I hoped to achieve before everyone arrived,' when he looked closer he noticed this person had a mop of red hair on his head and was wearing what looked like old ham-die downs. 'Yes, it seems to be the weasley boy.' He sighed and went over to the bed after setting his things on the floor beside the bed, and sat down on the side of the bed. He shook the weasley boys shoulder, " wake up boy your in the wrong bed again."
Weasley rolled over and saw Snape then jumped into the greasy gits arms. Snape sat there not knowing what to do but slowly and gently wrapped his arms around the sobbing boy, after a few minutes of holding the boy Snape wondered what was wrong, for it would have to be something truly terrible if the boy was to have jumped into his arms for comfort. " Weasley what is wrong with you? And why are you in this house alone and sobbing?" queried Snape to the boy who began to stop his sobbing to a weep.
"You don't want to know Sir?" was weasley's watery reply.
"Nonsense…" Snape sighed, 'I guess I must…' "Ron if I didn't wish to know I would have not asked you. Now what is wrong?" Snape asked him once again and impatiently waited for a reply.
Ron sighed and before he replied held onto Snape tighter, " I was kicked out of my home by the ones I thought was my family and support me. But no the moment they find out they must kick me out like I am worthless." Ron began to sob once again.
"Weasley what did they find out? I must know to create the correct hypothesis of the situation at hand." Snape told Ron as he raised himself and Ron to the top of the bed, so he could rest against the headboard and hold him at the same time. In some ways Snape had always held a soft spot for the weasley boy, this being one of them. He noticed how the boy had always been ignored by almost everyone, no one seeing his true potential.
"I don't want to tell you. You'll hate me, I can't bare it." Came forth Ron's muffled reply as he his his face closer into Snape's chest.
"I must know Ron, please well you tell me. Or must I use my legilimency on you?" he questioned he never enjoyed getting his answers that way but sometimes that was the only way. Ron held himself closer in reply so that Snape could not look into his eyes and get the answer he so desperately wanted from him. Snape stroked Rons back, " honestly Ron it can't be that terrible for me to find out you know I have never judged you or gave you reason not to trust me. " he was getting irritated with Ron not telling him what caused his family to throw him out.
"Fine," came his muffled answer. Snape drew his face up to his eyes so that he could hear Ron's explanation to what had happened. " I told them about my crush when they kept telling me that I would have to marry someone soon...I just couldn't take it anymore so I told them who I…" then he looked down too shy to say anything more.
"Ron.." Snape pressed.
Ron huphed " I told them who I love and when they found out they didn't like it so the only place I thought that was safest to come to was here. I made sure no one followed." he looked as Snape when he felt his hand lift his face back to his.
"Who?" was his only question to Ron.
"I can't tell you"
" WHO?" he said roughly.
Ron looked at him shocked that he could see something in his eyes that he never saw before an anger that almost looked like jealousy. "I..It's" then he went to run out of Snape's arms so he could go hide in his room from telling the truth of who he loved but Snape had him held still as if he knew. "Please I can't tell you. You'll hate me too." He began to cry silently at the thought of losing Snapes as well for he was the only one that seemed to care about him.
"You will tell me NOW!" he growled the last word to Ron in a stern manner. Ron shivered from his growl.
Ron mumbled his answer to Snape of who it was , Snape could not hear it so he just growled again by Ron's ear, "what did you say?" Ron whimpered in delight at hearing his growl as he had done anytime before when Snape had growled at him.
"It's you. I love you, okay." Ron began to silently sob, knowing that this would be the last time that Snape would pay attention to him. What surprised him was when Snape grabbed his chin roughly with his index finger and thumb, bringing his lips to his own. At first Ron was in shock that Snape was kissing him, the way he always wanted and wished he would but once the shock had settled he began to kiss back with as much love as he possibly could. Then Snape pushed his tongue within Ron's wet cavern and danced his tongue with Ron's. This succeeding in getting Ron to moan. Snape then brought his hand beneath Ron's t-shirt and rubbed up his back and at the center of his lower back was where he rested his hand. Ron could feel the warmth of Snape's hand and pushed himself against Snape's front and placed his arms around Snape's neck.
After a few moments of kissing they needed air so Snape slowly ended the kiss bringing down the passion. Once the kiss ended Snape and Ron stared at each other. breathing heavily from the pure emotion running rampant around them. For the first time Ron got to see Snape smile.