|snakeling (snakeling) wrote in snakelingsrecs,|
@ 2007-09-09 19:36:00
|Entry tags:||fandom:harry potter, pairing:hp:severus/ron, rating:r|
The Tao of Diogenes, by the Treacle Tart
Title: The Tao of Diogenes
Author: The Treacle Tart thetreacletart
Summary: The war is finally over and two veterans meet again... for the very first time.
Pairing: Severus Snape/Ron Weasley
Put two very headstrong men, scarred physically and emotionally by the war, in a situation neither can escape, shake well, and observe the results. Always a favourite plot of mine, especially when it's handled brillantly, like here.
Keep in mind that it was written pre-HBP, so the characterisations might seem a bit off.
“What in Hell’s name were you writing?” he snarled through clenched teeth.
Ron answered coolly, “The first two pages were a quick assessment of your condition. You are healing nicely, but since you refuse magical treatments and will only accept potions, you will remain here for a few more weeks to make sure we got all traces of the hexes you sustained ...and to fatten you up a bit. Honestly, this whole gothic scarecrow look is not very becoming.”
Snape took short cleansing breaths — a method used to survive his teas with Dumbledore — and asked, “And what did you write on those other pages?”
“Oh those,” Ron replied with a defiant smile. “Let’s see.” He began to leaf through the pages. “This is a shopping list for the grocer’s — I am running dangerously low on pumpkin juice and we can’t have that. This is a list of possible birthday gifts for Hermione — she threatened to flog me if I got her anything to do with Quidditch and frankly, I’m stumped. Oh, this is a picture of Martin the Mad Muggle I sketched quickly — not bad for someone who never really drew anything before—”
“Are you telling me I sat here and waited for you to scrawl doodles from your warped and pathetic little mind before you gave me a proper assessment of my condition?” Snape growled, teeth bared.
Ron squared his shoulders and looked Snape in the eye. “I’m telling you I have no intention of visiting St. Mungo’s Ward for Mental Restoration and Evaluation, professor. I am in charge here, and unless you are willing to watch me complete an actual Russian novel before you are allowed to leave this ward, I am more than up to the challenge.”