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Title: Swords and Sorcery
Author: bonfoi
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Remus Lupin/Severus Snape
Summary: After the war, Severus and Remus teach Ron Weasley a lesson.
Challenge: SNUPIN100 Challenge #254: Ron Weasley
Word Count: 100 x 3
Genre: Romance
Warnings: AR; Romance
A/N: This comes from immersing oneself in pirate movies. *lol*

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Disclaimer: The world of Harry Potter, its characters and settings are the copyrighted works of J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., her publishing companies and affiliates. No profit was made from the writing of this story nor was any malice intended in any way, shape or form to the author or the actors/actresses who so brilliantly have brought them to life.

This author is not responsible for underage readers. Please observe the ratings, warnings, and age of legal consent for your country.

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Arms akimbo, Ron Weasley dodged, parried, and thrust his sword into writhing phantasms. He wiped the sweat from his brow with the back of his hand and scowled as Severus Snape’s voice snapped out orders and directions. Panting with exertion, Ron shouted, “I know, I know, you painted git!”

“Weasley, that kind of response is uncalled-for!” Severus responded primly. “Just because I am currently blue does not mean you have the right to remark upon it.”

Remus Lupin chuckled. “I said that sword looked, and smelled, like a blueberry tart. Trust Fred to help out his brother with a trick.”

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“Teaching dunderheads Potions seems so much easier than swordplay.” Severus’ lips were a lovely shade of violet blue, ripe enough to pick in Remus’ mind.

“Oi, you two lovebirds! I’ve got to get this damned sword-dance down for my wedding and you two are the only ones what know how it goes!”

Remus leaned back on the wall, arms crossed and eyes squinting as he watched Ron practice the last form: jumping over a magical fire, sword held in both hands over his head. “Well, Ron, you’ve got the height, but…”

“Mr. Weasley, you don’t have the proper form. Yet.”

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It took three days, but during the celebrations for the Weasley-Granger wedding in a remote Highland castle that was not Hogwarts, Ron Weasley nimbly jumped the conjured fire without setting his kilt ablaze or slashing anyone or anything with his fancy blade-work. Severus and Remus were proud of their first student’s efforts.

“Who would have thought young Weasley had the strength of will to learn how to brandish a dirk and a claymore?” Severus mused later, after a few cups of honeyed mead.

“Who would have thought we’d be teaching swordplay to Ron Weasley?” Remus replied. “And enjoying the experience?”

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Twirling his bride around Wolf’s Lair, Remus and Severus’ castle, Ron Weasley’s thoughts weren’t on the dance but the two wizards slipping away into the dark gardens. They’d been kind enough to show him more than swordplay, not that he’d let them know he’d seen them earlier, showing each other that they’d both gone traditional under their kilts.

Remus loved Snape fiercely, and Ron understood that; he loved Hermione that way.

The pipers started a new tune and Ron looked into Hermione’s eyes. She was looking at him like he’d hung the moon and stars. Like Snape looked at Remus.

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