slyslytherin (slyslytherin) wrote in snape_rarepairs, @ 2007-09-11 17:51:00 |
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Entry tags: | fic, slash, slyslytherin, snape/ron |
A Brief Moment in Time
Title: A Brief Moment in Time
Author: slyslyherin
Rating: Pg 13
Pair: SS/RW
Summary: An unlikely candidate rescues Snape, thought to be long dead.
Disclaimer: Not owned by me. They're all JKR's.
Warning: Hermione’s dead.
Word count: 704
I don’t have a beta. I don’t know anyone yet. If you see any gross errors, please let me know.
Ron sat by the bed and watched Snape sleep, watched as his eyelashes fluttered against some invading nightmare. It had been ten long years since Ron had seen the man. Everyone thought he was dead, everyone except Harry. Harry had always suspected that Snape was still alive. He’d laugh sometimes and say that Snape was just too damn mean to die. He must have been right, because here he was asleep in Ron’s bed.
His clothes were in tatters and it didn’t look as though he’d had a bath in years. His greasy hair hung in long strings that matted to his head and he stunk to high heavens. His frail form was nothing but a bag of bones, skin so thin you could almost see through it. He looked pitiful, pathetic and putrid, but beautiful in his utter helplessness. Ron had never seen his formidable potions professor look so vulnerable.
Ron had no idea what happened to the man in the ten years he’d been missing. It was only by chance that he’d found him. He was on patrol near knockturn alley when a moan from a narrow side passage caught his attention. He entered cautiously with wand drawn and saw a man lying face down in a heap.
As he rolled the man over carefully, the first thing he noticed was the gigantic nose. Next, he saw the greasy hair and the pitch black eyes. Snape was conscious, but just barely. Something flashed in those bottomless pools of ink, a hint of recognition, maybe--yes, definitely. “Weasley.” It was so soft that Ron almost missed it.
“Yes, professor, don’t try to talk. I’m going to take you to St. Mungo’s.” Ron answered with every ounce of gentleness he could muster.
Snape wheezed, his eyes beseeching, pleading. “No.” That was the last thing he said before blacking out.
Ron made the split second decision to take him to his own home. The poor wretch certainly wasn’t dangerous in his condition, but then maybe he shouldn’t underestimate Snape.
Now Ron sat watching the sleeping creature before him. He waved his wand over Snape’s body, casting cleaning and healing charms. He had no healing experience, but it would have to do in a pinch.
In the wee early morning, Snape stirred and opened his eyes slowly. The first thing he saw was the very large form of Ronald Weasley. Snape marveled at how large the boy had gotten. No, not a boy any more, but a grown man with shoulder length red hair and compassionate, twinkling blue eyes. In fact, his eyes reminded him of someone else’s, someone he’d tried hard to forget over the years.
Ron gave him a weary smile, a lot less worried now that Snape had regained consciousness. His eyes still held a certain fire within them and something stirred deep down in Ron’s loins. It was ludicrous that the desperate creature in his bed should turn him on, but he did. Loneliness must have taken its toll on Ron. Losing Hermione was the hardest thing he’d ever dealt with and this was the first time he’d been aroused since her death.
Snape must’ve recognized the look, because he merely nodded and pushed aside the bedclothes. That was all the invitation Ron needed. Stripping off his clothes he climbed into the warm bed next Snape.
Bizarre as it may seem they found a strange comfort in each other’s arms. What would become of them? No one knew, but the here and now beckoned, the past forgotten for a brief moment in time.