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tamingthemuseTitle: Save the World First
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Snape/Ron
Prompt: Chimera
Rating: Adults Only/Mature
Spoilers: Sometime before Half-Blood Prince
Warnings: Underage.
Word Count: 2,080
Author's Note: AU after Order of the Pheonix.
Save the World First
It had sounded so simple, too simple some had said, but they were assured this would work. They had come up with the idea after Harry had come down with a nasty case of the chicken pox and had to be quarantined. It seemed that the Dursleys had kept the boy so isolated in his younger years that he had never contracted the virus until Seamus came back for winter hols, infected by his younger brother.
The small red, itchy bumps had sparked an idea in Hermione's brain and she quickly devised a brilliant plan that Dumbledore was more than willing to explore. Not long after that, some of the most brilliant minds in connection with the Order of the Phoenix were working on the project.
The result was a virus that became known as "Salazar's Sin". It wasn't complicated, or so Hermione claimed. It was a muggle virus combined magically with the blood of Salazar Slytherin. The idea was that the virus would only seek out blood from that line and since the only known ancestor of the Hogwarts co-founder was You-Know-Who, the virus would attack only him.
It had sounded so simple.
They called it a chimera – blood from a human, a virus that they had believed was originally simian and ancient magic to help it find its mark. It called forth images of a three headed monster, hungry for prey.
Snape infected You-Know-Who, although he wouldn't say how he managed it. Soon reports began to circulate that the Dark Lord was extremely ill. The news was bad and the effects of the virus sounded horrible as You-Know-Who's body was ravaged by the chimera. It wouldn't stop him forever, they knew, but it would stop this body and would give Harry time to find all the Horcruxes and destroy them, hopefully before the wizard was able to enter a new body.
The day the Dark Lord died was a shock to everyone. The body he was in succumbed to the virus and what was left of his soul went into hiding as it had before. They had bought themselves the time they so desperately needed and they thought that was the end of it.
That thought was shattered when Peter Pettigrew was found bleeding from his eyes and ears, all his organs liquefied inside his body. Most assumed that he had been too close to the Dark Lord and had become ill from the close proximity and they went about their normal lives.
Then Narcissa Malfoy had wandered into St. Mungo's, coughing and wheezing. The next day, she started bleeding from her eyes and the Healers began to panic. She was quarantined but died within the week anyway.
Several other Death Eaters fell ill, rushing to St. Mungo's for help. The Healers tried everything they could think of, going so far as to even try some Muggle methods to try and help the dying wizards and witches, all to no avail. Many believed that the virus was hunting down those that carried the Dark Mark - that the chimera wanted those tied to the one it was designed to kill.
Then Percy Weasley fell ill and the Wizarding World fell into chaos.
The experts believed that the chimera had changed, mutated, and was now no longer looking for the Dark Lord but for all Pure Bloods.
The country was soon devoid of pure blood wizards as they tried to escape the virus. Lucius and Draco Malfoy left for their retreat in France while many Pure Bloods hid somewhere on the continent. The Weasley's split, half staying with Charlie in Romania, the other half going with Bill to Egypt. All except for Ron.
When the notice came out that all Pure Bloods had to leave the country, Ron had been in Dumbledore's office, discussing the situation with the Headmaster and his friends. By the time the news reached the secure room, it was too late for him to safely leave, either by floo or broom.
The ginger haired boy simply stared at the Headmaster as he heard the solution to his problem. It was wrong, it had to be. He knew this couldn't be right, they couldn't seriously expect him to stay in the dungeons with Snape. Sure, the dungeon might be the safest place for him and Snape might be able to protect him from the mutant virus, assuming they didn't kill each other first.
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It had been seven weeks, two days and six hours. Seven weeks, two days and six hours since he'd seen his friends or his family, since he'd seen anyone except Snape. Just Snape, everyday, in and out. Snape grumbling and complaining about having to babysit him. Snape stomping around the dungeon, ordering him about. Snape being, well, Snape.
Ron sighed as he continued to dice the hippogriff livers that Snape had ordered him to work on nearly an hour before. The potions master had no problem ordering Ron about. He seemed to think that he was able to treat Ron as his personal slave in exchange for keeping him safe. It was an idea that Snape seemed to thoroughly enjoy.
"I said dice in one centimeter cubes not mangle, Mr. Weasley," the dark voice came from behind him. Ron sighed and set down the large knife on the table.
"Well maybe if you would give me a knife that was sharp enough to actually cut through anything tougher than whipped cream then I wouldn't have to mangle to these bloody livers," Ron snapped back.
"Language, Mr. Weasley," Snape chided. "I didn't think you should be handling anything too sharp after you nearly severed your thumb last week."
"I didn't nearly sever my thumb," Ron muttered through gritted teeth. "I merely cut myself after someone walked in and startled me."
"Well, if someone had a better sense of their surroundings, they wouldn't have to worry about people sneaking up on them."
They stared at each other for several long, tense moments, until they both turned away. Ron settled back to his work as Snape passed behind him, gathering supplies and muttering to himself. The potions master was working on a vaccine to Salazar's Sin, trying to find a way to make Pure Bloods safe and get Ron out of his lair.
Ron, for his part, had never been so tense. It felt like ages since he'd talked to anyone who didn't hate him. Hell, it felt like ages since he'd seen or touched anyone. He was going crazy since he couldn't even receive an owl post in case it had been in contact with someone who was contracted the virus. Ron was lonely, even seeing Snape all day, every day.
The boy hadn't even had a chance to wank since he'd been trapped beneath the school and he thought he was going insane, especially when the greasy git began to invade his dreams. Ron knew that it was only because of the fact that Snape was his only company for weeks on end, but that voice was starting to do bad things to him, particularly his cock. Ron knew it was wrong that he got hard listening to the silky, dark tones that seemed to flow over him, even when the professor was berating him and calling him an idiot.
It didn't help that Snape had a habit of stalking around, his robes flowing like a silken fog. Then the potions master started leaving the robe behind and parading around in only a crisp white shirt and tight black trousers. The first time Ron gaped at him, Snape had explained that he only wore the robes when teaching or brewing, but the sight of Snape's ass had done very bad things to Ron's libido. It was almost as if the bastard was doing it on purpose.
It was wrong, he knew it was wrong, but the ginger haired boy seemed unable to control himself. He seemed to be constantly baiting Snape, hoping that the other man would snap and do something they would both regret.
Growling in frustration, Ron turned his attention back to work, trying to follow the orders to perfection. Suddenly, he felt a warm body behind him and hot breath flowing over his neck. Snape pressed in close to him as he worked. His whole body felt like it was on fire as the potions master watched him work. He felt his cock twitch and stiffen as those long, strong fingers slid down his arm before wrapping around his own.
"I said one centimeter cubes, Mr. Weasley," Snape purred into the boy's ear. "Do I have to show you how to do everything?"
Ron nodded slowly as he watched his hands being manipulated by the professor. He was mesmerized by the skillful fingers as they chopped and sliced, slowly and skillfully. He was so caught up in the action that he barely felt the brush of lips against the hot skin of his neck. It wasn't until he felt the sweep of the hot tongue running from his jaw to his earlobe did he realize that his teacher was slowly rubbing against him, the older man's cock hard against his buttocks.
Groaning lightly, Ron let his head fall back to rest against the taller man's shoulder, sighing in satisfaction as Snape's teeth scraped along the rapidly beating pulse point. The sensations were delicious and Ron lost track of what his hands were supposed to be doing. Abruptly, he felt a stab of pain in index finger and looked down to see that he had nicked the tip of his finger in his carelessness.
"See, Mr. Weasley, I can't trust you to do anything on your own. A boy like you needs to taken in hand and shown the way, am I right?"
That voice was Ron's undoing and he nodded frantically as he thrust his hips forward before grinding backwards toward the source of that sweet hot chocolate sound, silently praying that the man would truly take him in hand.
Ron watched as Snape's fingers wrapped tightly around his wrist before it was slowly lifted up before his face.
"Look at that, Mr. Weasley. Your blood. Pure blood. It would a shame to waste, wouldn't it? We can't have that now, can we?"
Ron's head seemed to shake of its own accord and he stared as Snape brought the digit to his lips. The Slytherin's tongue snaked out to collect the precious drop before the man sucked it deep into his mouth. It was hot and wet and the dirtiest thing Ron had ever experienced. His knees felt weak and began to give out from under him but Snape wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him upright.
Suddenly, Snape stopped.
Ron groaned, hoping his professor hadn't abruptly decided the course of action was wrong. The finger popped out of the potion master's mouth and Snape whispered, "The blood."
"What?" Ron asked, his voice rough and hoarse with desire.
"The blood." Snape repeated. "I've been going about this all wrong. It's not Salazar's blood that's the key. It pure blood. Your blood, Ronald. I believe I may have found the solution."
Before he could even react, Ron's support was gone and he collapsed against the table in front of him. He turned to glower at the potions master who was now heading toward his cauldron.
"We."
Snape turned in surprised, a single eyebrow raised.
"Pardon me, Mr. Weasley?"
"I believe we may have found the solution, Snape," Ron said, smirking. "You wouldn't have come up with this if I hadn't accidentally cut myself while you were molesting me."
Before he could even blink, Snape was pressing Ron against the table again, the older man's hard cock pressing against his own.
"You didn't seem to mind my attention, Ronald."
The sound of his name rolling off the man's tongue, all dark and sweet, was doing bad things to Ron's state of mind. He rolled his hips, begging for more, but his professor was already gone.
Growling in frustration, Ron shouted, "What about me?"
A dark chuckle answered him.
"All in good time, Ronald. I thought maybe we'd save the world first."
"Oh," Ron answered, straightening myself and trying to regain his dignity. "Then we can have sex, right?"
This time, the laughter was lighter.
"Yes. Save the world, then we can have sex."
"Brilliant."
~~~~The End~~~~
Fandom: Harry Potter
Pairing: Snape/Ron
Prompt: Chimera
Rating: Adults Only/Mature
Spoilers: Sometime before Half-Blood Prince
Warnings: Underage.
Word Count: 2,080
Author's Note: AU after Order of the Pheonix.
It had sounded so simple, too simple some had said, but they were assured this would work. They had come up with the idea after Harry had come down with a nasty case of the chicken pox and had to be quarantined. It seemed that the Dursleys had kept the boy so isolated in his younger years that he had never contracted the virus until Seamus came back for winter hols, infected by his younger brother.
The small red, itchy bumps had sparked an idea in Hermione's brain and she quickly devised a brilliant plan that Dumbledore was more than willing to explore. Not long after that, some of the most brilliant minds in connection with the Order of the Phoenix were working on the project.
The result was a virus that became known as "Salazar's Sin". It wasn't complicated, or so Hermione claimed. It was a muggle virus combined magically with the blood of Salazar Slytherin. The idea was that the virus would only seek out blood from that line and since the only known ancestor of the Hogwarts co-founder was You-Know-Who, the virus would attack only him.
It had sounded so simple.
They called it a chimera – blood from a human, a virus that they had believed was originally simian and ancient magic to help it find its mark. It called forth images of a three headed monster, hungry for prey.
Snape infected You-Know-Who, although he wouldn't say how he managed it. Soon reports began to circulate that the Dark Lord was extremely ill. The news was bad and the effects of the virus sounded horrible as You-Know-Who's body was ravaged by the chimera. It wouldn't stop him forever, they knew, but it would stop this body and would give Harry time to find all the Horcruxes and destroy them, hopefully before the wizard was able to enter a new body.
The day the Dark Lord died was a shock to everyone. The body he was in succumbed to the virus and what was left of his soul went into hiding as it had before. They had bought themselves the time they so desperately needed and they thought that was the end of it.
That thought was shattered when Peter Pettigrew was found bleeding from his eyes and ears, all his organs liquefied inside his body. Most assumed that he had been too close to the Dark Lord and had become ill from the close proximity and they went about their normal lives.
Then Narcissa Malfoy had wandered into St. Mungo's, coughing and wheezing. The next day, she started bleeding from her eyes and the Healers began to panic. She was quarantined but died within the week anyway.
Several other Death Eaters fell ill, rushing to St. Mungo's for help. The Healers tried everything they could think of, going so far as to even try some Muggle methods to try and help the dying wizards and witches, all to no avail. Many believed that the virus was hunting down those that carried the Dark Mark - that the chimera wanted those tied to the one it was designed to kill.
Then Percy Weasley fell ill and the Wizarding World fell into chaos.
The experts believed that the chimera had changed, mutated, and was now no longer looking for the Dark Lord but for all Pure Bloods.
The country was soon devoid of pure blood wizards as they tried to escape the virus. Lucius and Draco Malfoy left for their retreat in France while many Pure Bloods hid somewhere on the continent. The Weasley's split, half staying with Charlie in Romania, the other half going with Bill to Egypt. All except for Ron.
When the notice came out that all Pure Bloods had to leave the country, Ron had been in Dumbledore's office, discussing the situation with the Headmaster and his friends. By the time the news reached the secure room, it was too late for him to safely leave, either by floo or broom.
The ginger haired boy simply stared at the Headmaster as he heard the solution to his problem. It was wrong, it had to be. He knew this couldn't be right, they couldn't seriously expect him to stay in the dungeons with Snape. Sure, the dungeon might be the safest place for him and Snape might be able to protect him from the mutant virus, assuming they didn't kill each other first.
It had been seven weeks, two days and six hours. Seven weeks, two days and six hours since he'd seen his friends or his family, since he'd seen anyone except Snape. Just Snape, everyday, in and out. Snape grumbling and complaining about having to babysit him. Snape stomping around the dungeon, ordering him about. Snape being, well, Snape.
Ron sighed as he continued to dice the hippogriff livers that Snape had ordered him to work on nearly an hour before. The potions master had no problem ordering Ron about. He seemed to think that he was able to treat Ron as his personal slave in exchange for keeping him safe. It was an idea that Snape seemed to thoroughly enjoy.
"I said dice in one centimeter cubes not mangle, Mr. Weasley," the dark voice came from behind him. Ron sighed and set down the large knife on the table.
"Well maybe if you would give me a knife that was sharp enough to actually cut through anything tougher than whipped cream then I wouldn't have to mangle to these bloody livers," Ron snapped back.
"Language, Mr. Weasley," Snape chided. "I didn't think you should be handling anything too sharp after you nearly severed your thumb last week."
"I didn't nearly sever my thumb," Ron muttered through gritted teeth. "I merely cut myself after someone walked in and startled me."
"Well, if someone had a better sense of their surroundings, they wouldn't have to worry about people sneaking up on them."
They stared at each other for several long, tense moments, until they both turned away. Ron settled back to his work as Snape passed behind him, gathering supplies and muttering to himself. The potions master was working on a vaccine to Salazar's Sin, trying to find a way to make Pure Bloods safe and get Ron out of his lair.
Ron, for his part, had never been so tense. It felt like ages since he'd talked to anyone who didn't hate him. Hell, it felt like ages since he'd seen or touched anyone. He was going crazy since he couldn't even receive an owl post in case it had been in contact with someone who was contracted the virus. Ron was lonely, even seeing Snape all day, every day.
The boy hadn't even had a chance to wank since he'd been trapped beneath the school and he thought he was going insane, especially when the greasy git began to invade his dreams. Ron knew that it was only because of the fact that Snape was his only company for weeks on end, but that voice was starting to do bad things to him, particularly his cock. Ron knew it was wrong that he got hard listening to the silky, dark tones that seemed to flow over him, even when the professor was berating him and calling him an idiot.
It didn't help that Snape had a habit of stalking around, his robes flowing like a silken fog. Then the potions master started leaving the robe behind and parading around in only a crisp white shirt and tight black trousers. The first time Ron gaped at him, Snape had explained that he only wore the robes when teaching or brewing, but the sight of Snape's ass had done very bad things to Ron's libido. It was almost as if the bastard was doing it on purpose.
It was wrong, he knew it was wrong, but the ginger haired boy seemed unable to control himself. He seemed to be constantly baiting Snape, hoping that the other man would snap and do something they would both regret.
Growling in frustration, Ron turned his attention back to work, trying to follow the orders to perfection. Suddenly, he felt a warm body behind him and hot breath flowing over his neck. Snape pressed in close to him as he worked. His whole body felt like it was on fire as the potions master watched him work. He felt his cock twitch and stiffen as those long, strong fingers slid down his arm before wrapping around his own.
"I said one centimeter cubes, Mr. Weasley," Snape purred into the boy's ear. "Do I have to show you how to do everything?"
Ron nodded slowly as he watched his hands being manipulated by the professor. He was mesmerized by the skillful fingers as they chopped and sliced, slowly and skillfully. He was so caught up in the action that he barely felt the brush of lips against the hot skin of his neck. It wasn't until he felt the sweep of the hot tongue running from his jaw to his earlobe did he realize that his teacher was slowly rubbing against him, the older man's cock hard against his buttocks.
Groaning lightly, Ron let his head fall back to rest against the taller man's shoulder, sighing in satisfaction as Snape's teeth scraped along the rapidly beating pulse point. The sensations were delicious and Ron lost track of what his hands were supposed to be doing. Abruptly, he felt a stab of pain in index finger and looked down to see that he had nicked the tip of his finger in his carelessness.
"See, Mr. Weasley, I can't trust you to do anything on your own. A boy like you needs to taken in hand and shown the way, am I right?"
That voice was Ron's undoing and he nodded frantically as he thrust his hips forward before grinding backwards toward the source of that sweet hot chocolate sound, silently praying that the man would truly take him in hand.
Ron watched as Snape's fingers wrapped tightly around his wrist before it was slowly lifted up before his face.
"Look at that, Mr. Weasley. Your blood. Pure blood. It would a shame to waste, wouldn't it? We can't have that now, can we?"
Ron's head seemed to shake of its own accord and he stared as Snape brought the digit to his lips. The Slytherin's tongue snaked out to collect the precious drop before the man sucked it deep into his mouth. It was hot and wet and the dirtiest thing Ron had ever experienced. His knees felt weak and began to give out from under him but Snape wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him upright.
Suddenly, Snape stopped.
Ron groaned, hoping his professor hadn't abruptly decided the course of action was wrong. The finger popped out of the potion master's mouth and Snape whispered, "The blood."
"What?" Ron asked, his voice rough and hoarse with desire.
"The blood." Snape repeated. "I've been going about this all wrong. It's not Salazar's blood that's the key. It pure blood. Your blood, Ronald. I believe I may have found the solution."
Before he could even react, Ron's support was gone and he collapsed against the table in front of him. He turned to glower at the potions master who was now heading toward his cauldron.
"We."
Snape turned in surprised, a single eyebrow raised.
"Pardon me, Mr. Weasley?"
"I believe we may have found the solution, Snape," Ron said, smirking. "You wouldn't have come up with this if I hadn't accidentally cut myself while you were molesting me."
Before he could even blink, Snape was pressing Ron against the table again, the older man's hard cock pressing against his own.
"You didn't seem to mind my attention, Ronald."
The sound of his name rolling off the man's tongue, all dark and sweet, was doing bad things to Ron's state of mind. He rolled his hips, begging for more, but his professor was already gone.
Growling in frustration, Ron shouted, "What about me?"
A dark chuckle answered him.
"All in good time, Ronald. I thought maybe we'd save the world first."
"Oh," Ron answered, straightening myself and trying to regain his dignity. "Then we can have sex, right?"
This time, the laughter was lighter.
"Yes. Save the world, then we can have sex."
"Brilliant."
~~~~The End~~~~
