2007

Christmas is very much

Hach ja ... One should not believe it, but it's Christmas and 2007 is almost over ... O_o
We have already decorated the tree this morning, I packed all the gifts, all written Christmas-mails, my gnome-FF posted ...

then remains me nothing more than to wish you all a happy Christmas and a well-behaved baby Jesus ^ ^ o)

Title: Life is full of surprises
Author: Alraune
Disclaimer: I own nothing, all the characters and places belong to the esteemed Joanne K. Rowling.
Warning: Slash, Femslash (but harmlessly)
Dedication: For Hilde. Dear Hilde, I hope you like the story! I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year! =)
Summary: It's Christmas and Hogwarts seems quite in the pink love tumbling to sink, all except for a lone redhead ... Since only help check and a bottle of whiskey ...
A / N: This is a Dialogue-fic, so do not be surprised if the action a bit sidelined. Happy reading! =) XXx

Christmas kitsch cold white snow covered the land, the sky was pale and clear and the Hogwartssee was frozen. On the large, bright area whistled a whole colony of gnomes with Santa hats back and forth, she fought with daring maneuvers and turning often bored inch-deep in thick piles of snow.

was snow everywhere: He gently covered the meadows, snow-white colored the castle and sat on the towers cold bobble hats. It was cold and frost flowers adorned the windows and covered them with poinsettias. Behind a window just as Ron sat in the Gryffindor dormitory and played affliction (but without trumpet).

Bored, he lit the candles an Advent wreath with a magic wand and blew them out again just three seconds later. It was fascinating to watch as the flames flared up again and immediately extinguished. After the third time it was still fascinating. After the fifth time too. After the seventh time, began his magic wand to run hot and sparks fly and put his eyebrows on fire.

Ron swore heartily, hurried into the bathroom and there was water running down my face. Then he looked into a mirror making him not just cheered. The mirror seemed quite amused. "You look pathetic, boy," he said, and straightened the hair of Ron's image in the mirror. "Get dressed, around and have fun."

Ron grumbled sullenly to himself and ordered his hair the way it demonstrated how the mirror it. "Why is that?"

"It's Christmas," said the mirror, as if the fact that we forget that once but luckily from a mirror could be recalled. "Even the Moaning Myrtle celebrates Christmas."

"Oh, really?" Asked Ron moderately interested.

"Yes, it has pine branches hanging in her bathroom. Currently sings christmas songs, "

" Ah yes "

" Well, I'm sure you're not so pathetic -.. although I am no longer so sure, if I look closer, boy - how do you look like, go and , grab some friends and make party! "

Ron had to admit that it was actually quite pathetic, to be told something of a mirror." But my friends have no time for me. And I do not know where they are. "

" Oh, they have determined the time for you, "the Mirror said with a beaming smile, conjured up a bottle with clear nail polish and obviously prepared for a longer psychological therapy session before. "Christmas is after all the celebration of love and so not true." The nail polish was pink, as Ron noted with horror.

"Yes, precisely," he agreed sullenly. "However, it is the celebration of erotic love and not the Platonic."

"You know you out with foreign words?" Said the mirror. "The issue I find so very, uh ... komplecks. And diefitziel. Yes."

Ron could figure out the spelling error hear . "Um, no, not really so much.'s Too complicated."

"Again such a wonderful word," commented the mirror. "But go now, hush hush! The Rock ! Shop "

Shaking his head, Ron left the bathroom, while the mirror behind him, loud and wrong singing a Christmas carol." How smudge juh uh märrie Krissmäß as smudge juh - "

Ron slammed the door and wondered if the mirror does not might was right. Even if his friends actually in recent weeks had never had time, they had it today maybe. Hopefully, he clattered down the stairs into the common room, dodged some abandoned Airborne mistletoe and strode to Dean and Seamus over the jointly by the fire.

He was just sitting open his mouth to greet friendly and to share them, when he discovered that he probably would not be very welcome. Well not really. To be precise, took even less than welcome. Because the two were busy doing things you normally did just the two say, will she snogs like the idiot.

"'Um, yes, beautiful Christmas wishes, do not even bother, guys, right?" Said Ron quietly as possible and slipped past them to exit the common room.

where he would be almost purely ran into Neville: This was in the trusted rendezvous with Ginny at the window with Gothic pointed arch, her hands clasped and gently kissed her passionately.

"Um, hi," said Ron hopefully.

Neville waved to him with the little finger, Ginny muttered "Merry Christmas, brother, and then made a move to want to explore deeper regions of Neville's body.

"I'm sorry that I disturbed you, people ..." The two ignored him as he trotted more gloomy. But ... he had other friends. Hermione, for example. The sat safely in the library, maybe he could offer her some cookies and ... well organized, just a little celebration. be

fact, was in the library light they had. Who but Hermione for Christmas already in the library ? Go

Well, Hermione was in fact in the library. Unfortunately she was not alone. Next to her sat on the table Pansy Parkinson, the black hair fell into her face and mingled with those Hermione. Judging by the noises they kissed passionately. Both looked up, they had to have heard his steps.

"Uh ... hello, Hermione," Ron said carefully and pointed to a shy smile. "Hello, Parkinson's disease."

"Hi Ron," Hermione said, and beamed. "Merry Christmas I wish you. Have you already got my Christmas present?"

"What?" Yes, I have. Thank you. " A book. About fashion and style of magicians. Ron had even a suspicion that this should be a subtle hint, but he was not sure, because he had Hermione last month when more zealous browse their own copy ("Fashion and style for the fashionable witch!") Caught.

"Well, that's wonderful!" Hermione beamed a little more. "Bye then, and still a nice evening!" Ron's shoulders slumped

forward. "You too," he murmured sadly and trotted out of the library. Did he just in search of Harry. He was after all, his best friend and had determined the mood for a nice game of Wizard Chess, chatting and some butter beer in front of the fireplace.

already wandered through the aisles for a while Ron and hoped to by accident, which was so unlikely that he would probably happen, reinzurennen directly to Harry. Well, quite so gracious to him, fate was not, but at least he heard Harry's voice.

"Harry," he shouted, sprinting going on, slid a few blocks and finally stood before Harry. The course was not alone. He would have to think so.

No, he would have to think not only can he have imagined it. "Hi Harry, hi Luna," he sighed.

"Hi Ron!" Luna beamed at him as a leaky nuclear power plant. "How are you going? If you have noticed all the mistletoe?"

In fact, the ceiling of the corridor inhabited by a little aimlessly floating mistletoe. Harry raised his eyebrows in the direction of Ron, jerking his thumb at first, then to the mistletoe.

Na super. Ron sighed. "Yes, wonderful, Luna."

"Oh, there's already another one!" Chirped enthusiastically Luna, stood on tiptoe and gave Harry a kiss.

"And look, over there is still a" Harry said with exaggerated pathos and giggling they ran to the nearest mistletoe in order to kiss again. "Merry Christmas"

, Harry wished Ron warned over his shoulder and Luna: "Watch the Nargel on "Then they were laughing and disappeared giggling around the next corner.

sometimes came Ron was so before really undesirable. sadly he walked to the window and sat on the windowsill. Everyone had someone, someone to talk, laugh, . to kiss, to love Smiling at ... only he did not It was not like that it would lack of offers - it seemed the favorite sport of Hufflepuff fourth graders inside to be to write him Liebesbriefchen on pink stationery, a more embarrassing than the other, Romilda Vane, who had tried to cuddle him, had by force of Harry, Neville and Seamus have to be away from him, and constantly had to Ron bouquets Chocolate and other small gifts from admirers all over the wizarding world pass on to his house-mates, because he could not eat so much. Heaven, he might even have to open a chocolate shop. But did he feel that he was only so popular because Harry was his best friend, and that was not the basis to build on the Ron a happy and long lasting relationship.

But somehow all these things told him not to. He could not explain why, but somehow it pleases not the idea of later times admired by a Romilda Vane-mutation, cared for, cooked and betüttelt become. And then acting like a lapdog tea parties be demonstrated and tea parties with exclusively female cast too.

Ron shuddered. No, thank you. Was not there somewhere in the world someone who was completely normal, with which you play chess, talking about sensible things and maybe now and then could take a walk in the moonlight? (Well, well, werewolves were out, but there were still other people.)

"Mr. Weasley, what are you doing here?" Suddenly heard a voice and Ron turned around, and he tumbled from the elegant little window sill . When he scanned himself around the person on the bottom - black shoes, black robe, folded arms, pointed chin, long black hair, large hooked nose, dark-looking - of course - black eyes and arched eyebrows questioningly. Oh oh.

Not even at Christmas!, Ron sighed inwardly. That can not be true. "'N evening, Professor Snape," he said result.

Snape frowned. "I have asked a question. And why are you alone?" Where are your little friends? "

"They have to do something better," Ron sighed sadly.

"Oh, and then leave it alone, huh?" Snape grinned mockingly.

Olle bat thought Ron scowling. "Yes, they do. And it would be quite right to me if you would do the same."

"But it's Christmas, "said Snape.

Ron was shocked back to a sentence and looked around wildly. What was that? A Snape, who took care of Christmas! Where was the hidden camera? Or, rather, where were the oh-so-funny Streichespieler that would jump out the same malicious smile from a corner?

Nothing happened.

Ron blinked. "Um," he said.

"You know, that is Christmas?" asked Snape could be located, as is the fact that we forget that once but luckily from his Potions teacher recalled.

"Of course I know, but ..."

Snape smiled grimly. "They probably thought that I do not know that it's Christmas?"

"Well ... so what in the way," muttered Ron.

"A typical student assessment," Snape said critically. "Student teachers will always emotionless beings, while they can not only see behind the scenes."

"Hm, well," Ron made a little helpless. When presenting to a soulful Snape, who shaved perhaps humming in the bathtub splashing, noisily licking the Nutella from the knife, the pleasure brought grapes to heart, with "Like a Virgin" by Madonna hips swung and loud can on "You leave your hat on "by Joe Cocker mitschmetterte was him quite differently.

" Of course this does not mean that I'm actually a little teenager with all these ridiculous feelings of love, shyness, insecurity and other silly things, "continued Snape . 'But the fact is that I'm not a bat nor a vampire. "

" I've also never believed, "Ron said, shaking his head." Well, at the beginning maybe, but I was influenced by my brothers and was still very naive. Actually, it would have to be clear from the moment when you whistle in our first year, the Quidditch game. If you really a vampire would, you could not even be in the sunlight "

" Since you have probably not been paying attention in Defense Against the Dark Arts. "contradicted Snape with a delighted grin - pleased because he once again someone was in his place." It's just an old folk belief that vampires can not stay in the sunlight. But I am glad, however, that you have placed your bias ... that is at least a sign of a certain basic intelligence. "

" I guess if it comes from you, that's a real compliment, "Ron said dryly.

" Indeed. I have never said such a thing to a student, so feel honored. Well ... Christmas is here, you feel like a cup of tea? "

" Um, "said Ron.

" I have very good tea. "

" Um. "

" I take this as a promise me that you have previously announced stupidly that you have to do anyway, nothing better. Follow me. "

Ron was glad that no one met them in the aisles. It would have been terrible, curious whisper à la" What's he made that he must be kept in at Christmas? "To have to listen.

With a wave of Snape's hand flew up and the doors silently as he entered the apartment puffed themselves his cape in a most impressive way. "I need you so offer a show," said Snape and ignited with a snap the light. "Well, my apartment meets the cliches?"

Ron looked around carefully. The floor was covered with a light blue carpet, the walls with a pretty striped wallpaper covered, hanging on the images of surging sea, including a replica of the Mona Lisa, modern chairs in muted colors, like one got it at IKEA, and there probably " Grit "and" Ingeborg were "stood in front of an artificial fireplace and some books that looked suspiciously like muggle detective novels piled up, on a small table. "No, it does not. It is too bright and without the flickering candles, this beautiful lamp fits not so very clean ... Did you happen to have a weakness for IKEA?"

"No, but not a very large teacher's salary."

"Ah yes, huh. Nice picture." Ron nodded to the Mona Lisa. "I like it. I would like to see in real life."

"It is true," Snape said with a tone that sounded strange to serenity. "I've seen a few years ago and was immediately fascinated. The next night I had it on loan ... and to all the poor Muggle tourists not to disappoint, I have a very convincing copy left there. If unforeseen circumstances I should die by a clumsy poisoned one of my students, I have directed that the images will be replaced. Tea? "

" Yes, thank you. "Ron sat down carefully on one of the horrible uncomfortable chairs.

" Sit down, dear to the ground, "advised Snape and poured tea from a silver thermos." I have great pillows. And a beanbag. "

" from IKEA? "Ron asked, grinning slightly as he focused on the beanbag grüngepunkteten settled.

" Of course. Must fit into the ambience yes. "Snape sat on two pillows with modern large print and sipped his tea. "Do you play chess?"

"I am even very good at it," said Ron with a big dose of pride in his voice. "It is my greatest gift, to be exact."

"Oh?" We want to see it again. Incidentally, I was also a great talent for chess. "

"Then you would indeed come through the game of chess," Ron said with shining eyes. "Wait a minute ... Voldemort has a chess genius?"

"What a game of chess?" Oh, you mean to protect the Philosopher's Stone? Of course, the Dark Lord is an excellent chess player. " A chessboard floated towards a closet. It was reminiscent of glass and the figures of Picasso drawings. "Highly intelligent, of course, analytical and logical thinking, relentless and willing to sacrifice characters, if only to win out. Now and then I played with him ... I did of course, had to be gained, so as not to jeopardize by sudden death . Snape was doing its farmers a train. "But after what I've heard about your game in the first grade, you were definitely a worthy opponent for him."

"but now you throw compliments around," stated Ron and also moved a pawn.

"This cynical insult me would be much easier," said Snape calmly.

"Well, thank you," muttered Ron.

"One of which would, for example, that you are not particularly quick-witted."

"seem to be" corrected Ron. "After all, I may be a teacher over the not too abusive."

"I think I must revise my opinion."

"It's time for a compliment," said Ron, grinning. "War, I do not hear every day."

Snape fixed him with his penetrating gaze and raised an eyebrow at a tiny one. Then he lowered his gaze back on the board to withdraw its next figure.

a while they played in silence, the silence was so focused and tense, that Snape winced as Ron sneezed loudly. "Dear goodness, Weasley," he gasped and pointed at the figure again, he had knocked on his uncontrolled movement of the hand. "Scare me but not so. But you are really a great player, I have to keep you in good stead. You have brought me there in a pretty tricky situation." With a slightly perplexed expression, he stared at the intricate patterns of chess pieces. "Hmm I guess I need some brain activation fluid. If you have some whiskey, Weasley?"

"Whiskey?" Ron asked, frowning.

"self-burned, Weasley. Not this bungled mixed in Stuff called Whiskey Fire, which you get at the store. No, this is brewed in its recipe ... you blow through the brain really. "

Ron shrugged." Yes, give me one too. Damage's can not, right? "

" Be there not even so sure, "Snape said with something like pleasure in his voice as he poured." I told you turned off the back while I pour. You can not know if I pour the one or the other drops of poisonous potions ... and trust me about? "

" Well, I do not think that you carry around poison with him, just in case you poison one of your students could. "

Snape did not answer it, but with an amused smile, he handed Ron the whiskey." cheers. "

When Ron took the first sip, the whiskey is etched their way down into his stomach. As He took the second sip, his eyes began to tears. When he took the third sip, he felt like coming up out of his ears would have to smoke. If he would take a fourth draft, would he burn probably a hole in his stomach.

"Do you know that you smoke is rising from the ears?" asked Snape amused that does not seem affected by the Whiskey in the smallest way. "Is he too much?"

"A little bit maybe," said Ron. His vocal cords felt just as if they were rubbed on sandpaper.

"They seem not very firm", said Snape and drank unmoved by his whiskey.

"This was only the first surprise," lied Ron, who of course could not be lying down. He bravely took a sip and promptly his throat was on fire. Embarrassed, he coughed. "In fact, very strong. But I do the from of course not."

Snape smiled maliciously. "I see. Let's play on." He was a really good player that had to let him Ron, and he understood very well, skilful Deceptions build. Ron also felt compelled to drink constantly from his whiskey, to catch up with Snape.

"Whiskey Still?" Without waiting for the answer, Snape and refilled with a slight horror Ron stared at his empty glass.

"Is this to be a drinking competition, Professor?"

"Perhaps," Snape said with amusement. "Perhaps it is you but also just because you are not such a good whiskey are used to."

"Yes, it will be," muttered Ron exhausted, took a sip and looked at the pitch deep in thought. Snape was really damn good ...

Two hours and two well-filled Whiskey glasses later approached the game of chess its peak. Several figures were already smashed on the edge and those who were still formed a complex pattern that looked like a maze. Unfortunately the world constantly tilted to the right and again had to Ron's head tilt to the left to the chess board itself was perpendicular to his torso. And also ... "Why do I have two kings?" He muttered in confusion. "I thought we had only one."

"You're drunk, Weasley," Snape said and grinned.

"I'm not!" Said Ron snapped and shook violently as he tried to tear open his eyes so far, that he is more than the lower half of the room and see Snape's body ... uh, could. If he is heavily concentrated and a little squinting, the Kings actually merged back into one.

In return, Snape lady without external intervention continually moved back and forth and back and hit back a few somersaults. "Fascinating," muttered Ron. He had a little trouble pronouncing the word, it was so long and seemed out of his tongue to form a knot. "Your lady is running around free .... In the Labyrinth."

As Ron noticed until now, the whole thing actually worked like a maze, and somewhere there was a safe exit. Yes, and when he found the first time had, he could get out of here. And go to bed. Sleeping. Yes.

"Make your train," Snape said with a grin as he poured whiskey again. Ron took a fortifying sip and Hicks a little.

"Damn powerful stuff," he muttered, and ordered his knight in the direction of Snape's king. Now you could even get a little aggressive sometimes.

"Focus, Weasley." Snape's lady smashed Ron Springer, who went to the ground screaming in pain and crawled on one leg to the sideline.

The Ron shook a little and he emerged from the fluffy, furry rug, who seemed to have enveloped his brain. With such a keen eye, that he had the feeling to drill holes in the board, he fixed the black and white squares. "Hm!" With the skill of a long-time chess player, he ordered his lady in a very dangerous position, he was not even noticed before - and clearly not Snape.

This also moved his queen. "Touché, Weasley."

As Ron noted, however, with pleasure, sounded his voice was firm not so and he had his head a little tilted slightly to one side - to which, however, did Ron not because he was not quite sure what the right again and what was left.

tried not too much back and forth zu schwanken, machte Ron einen etwas planlosen Schachzug, den Snape erbarmungslos konterte. Lautlos fluchte Ron vor sich hin, als sein Turm zerschmettert wurde und nahm einen stärkenden Schluck Whiskey.

Schließlich war Ron in eine äußerst prekäre Situation geraten: Snape hatte fast alle seiner Figuren geschlagen, sein König war nun praktisch ungeschützt und gleich von drei Figuren Snapes bedroht. Er wusste, dass er keine Chance hatte, aber klein beigeben würde er deswegen lange noch nicht! Missmutig zog er seinen König – natürlich völlig ergebnislos.

"Schachmatt, Weasley", sagte Snape befriedigt und lehnte sich zurück – das heißt, er wollte sich zurücklehnen, but behind his back was nothing and he was not very elegant to the ground and lay there like a beetle on its back. "Damn" he cursed, and raised herself to a sitting position and he stroked his hair from his eyes to sparkle with Ron. "One word, Weasley ..." Ron

laughed, a little hysterical. "I will not say anything ... you have finally defeated me in check, that's never happened to me."

That seemed to appease Snape. "Well, Weasley, one day everyone will find an opponent, he has not grown." A little groaning and creaking bones, he stood up and clapped her hands at the cape.

"You have made me drunk!" Ron indignantly accused him and stood up well, because he never wanted are lower than on Snape's eye level.

"Chess is not just to dominate the game or think logically can be," said Snape. "It also means knowing his opponent and be able to judge."

"It is still unfair," Ron insisted.

"Who ever said life was fair? Do you still risk a game?"

sample as Ron made a step forward and began his uncontrolled fluctuations on a rather ugly floor lamp, the stability of this sudden withdrawal but seemed no match, but dangerous to tilted forward, as Snape grabbed his arm and pulled him back into the vertical. "I think better not," muttered Ron. "You are drunk, Professor."

"not nearly as much as you, Weasley." Although Ron Snape's face was not, he could hear the grin.

was at that moment to Ron, that Snape had still not taken his hand from his arm. "Um," he said, somewhat encouragingly.

Snape looked down at his hand as if it were something he would have discovered bizarre that in his home and would have to inspect now. "Oh. Well, I do not know if I can let go of you, Weasley afraid I would fall over."

"Oh?" Ron muttered defiantly. "And how long have you interested in?"

"Even though it may be the saying, blows to the back of the head does not increase the capacity of thought. I also have no desire to clean up after the whole Gespladder the ground when you actually fall over."

"And I was beginning to think you would make a serious concern for me," mumbled Ron.

"Take not Weasley," Snape said with a grin. "Do not try to analyze my thoughts ... I guess as an excellent chess player, you may well guess what others think, but I'm too big a number for you."

"Believe." Ron stared gloomily at him. "She's still trying."

"Well, then ... what I'm thinking?" should

Ron looked at him searchingly, what turned out to be not that easy, because his eyes seemed to agree can not just put on what direction they look. But of course Snape's face would not say anything about his feelings. It was like a chair, staring, and then assess his emotions (though not a very wide range of chairs designed feelings had). No, you had to think and incorporate the circumstances ... "Whiskey," said Ron finally, after a few seconds of silence.

"Indeed." Snape seemed genuinely surprised. "This is really ... awesome." He laughed a little incredulously.

"Was not that hard," Ron said casually. "Of course it's not your only thought is clear. But at least the most obvious. And do you also try it again? Well, what I think, Professor?"

"You wonder why I'm so kind - for my standards - I am and why you talk so normal to me," Snape said without a moment's hesitation.

"And without Legilimentik?" Ron asked with raised eyebrows.

"Yes and no. Legilimentik is simply the art of Thoughtful reading. Whether one is now running using a spell or his intellect, plays no role. But of course, the two are closely linked - a spell is useless to me if I did not interpret and correctly interpret. He is also cumbersome, time consuming and conspicuous. It's much easier to think for themselves - and usually you will see a lot more, the structures in the system of thought of the other, more than mere scraps of thought. For more complex spirits you need of course already a Legilimens, "he added with a malicious smile.

" Have you noticed that you have thus insulted yourself, Professor? " Ron asked, grinning. "I think you are seriously drunk. But hey, as I like you!"

"Oh thank you, Weasley. You are the first Gryffindor, who says to me."

"They are also the first Slytherin that I find appealing," said Ron. "But to get back to my fundamental question: Why are you so kind to me Of all things?"

"I appreciate smart people," said Snape, and his eyebrows twitched upwards. "And I guess people like you who take everything with a certain peace."

"peace?" Ron snorted. "That comes from the whiskey. I can be very short-tempered."

"Only when it comes to injustice goes. When it comes to unexpected twists of fate, stay left for a Gryffindor amazing. "

" Thanks, "Ron said, feeling the blood rushed to her cheeks. Why is he now, damn it, Red? And why he and Snape were standing so close together? And why he did not resist? And why they talked so normal with each other? And anyway, what went here for a movie?

"I guess it is a Christmas film," replied Snape.

was horrified Ron returns an awkward sentence, stumbled over his own feet and landed on its four letters. "Uh ... what?"

"You have wondered, was here for a film is running, "said Snape, and grinned a little." I have answered your question it. "

" They should read my thoughts, if I ask, "grumbled Ron." And anyway, why a Christmas movie? And how do you know Christmas movies? "

" I guess there is no way to escape the horrors of Christmas movies, "said Snape." I have seen many ... too many ... there is not horrible ... "He shook himself, as he would of spontaneous nausea come over. "More so predictable ... kitsch ... the angel ... the love ... the kiss at the end ..."

"Yeah, that - what?" Ron opened his eyes. "WHAT did you say?"

Snape stared at him. "Have I said something about kissing?"

"Yes you did."

"Oh."

"Um ... Do you want to be my Christmas angel?"

"Do you want to insult me?"

"No, certainly not."

"Oh, I understand. That should be a subtle attempt to be thematic Flirt."

"Um ... uh ..."

"You say that quite often, Weasley."

"Yes, whenever I'm lost for words."

"You are so turned to Words. "

" Yes, but not with the more extensive. "

" Do you want me you teach? "

" Um ... "

" Okay. "

Ron would never, never, never thought in his life that he ever would kiss Snape. But if he had imagined, he would probably be worse. And he had certainly not imagined that Snape would taste like whiskey. In that moment decided Ron to discharge any of his existing ideas and prefer to focus on reality. Snape's lips, for example, that were his face, or Snape's tongue, that his careful tapping. Or Snape's hands, walked to the unpredictable hands over his back, so he got goose bumps.

"I'm flat, Professor," Ron muttered quite stunned.

"Me too, Weasley. So do I. I have not presented it to me, frankly."

"They should stop reading my mind!"

"If you say du not me, Weasley?"

"How can you ask such a thing and talk to me about the same time as my surname? Elegant changing the subject, by the way."

"Thank you. But you are so upset, you are quite prepared," said Snape and grinned. "So?"

"All right ... I've never speak you a professor. It seems to me like you would ... uh, as you would stoop to the level of a student."

"I never let something down, Ronald," said Severus Snape ... cool. "There can be up to others to rise to my level."

"Wow, that's for a compliment," Ron said sarcastically.

"Yes, here I am a little inexperienced, I must admit."

"I really do not, but I guess I had some problems with making you a compliment."

"Try it again."

"Well, um ..."

"Yes, I thought."

"Not so hasty. ... I uh, I like your nose."

"My nose? It is pretty much my ugliest body part at all."

"Yes, but I like it." As evidence, he breathed a gentle kiss on Snape ... Severus' nose, which seemed rather perplexed expression and immediately gave his amazement: "And for what reason?"

"Do I give for a good reason?" Kisses were always the better reasons, Ron found that they could not get enough of a sudden. But that Severus had such thin lips, kissed He amazingly well. So good that Ron had to try it again ...

"No, because I suspect that this is not ... However, I would honestly say, I must have expected a compliment to my intelligence or my magic potion skills."

"On modesty I can tell you probably do not compliments. But no, that would be too obvious and unimaginative ... compliments must be something that the other does not count."

"I must admit that I'm surprised. That's never happened to me."

"Speaking of surprises ... uh ... you know that we do not really allowed to do ...?"

"You are an adult and furthermore you do not think seriously that I would give you a better grade in Potions just because I know you're smart and can kiss good?"

"Yes, I do realize that I must not expect too much." Ron had to smile involuntarily. "But still ... do not you think also that the others would be surprised at Professor Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall, for example -".

"There is nothing, absolutely nothing, could throw the Dumbledore from the train even with a doomsday he would first inform the see positive sides in the matter. But he would not be surprised or thrown off course, no. And as Minerva ... She was always very prepared. I guess they would take it with composure. However, what terms your friends ... "

" Oh, Hermione would certainly not surprised, "Ron said calmly." I guess rather, they would ask me if I can ask you for additional hours for them. "

" And Potter? That would be the moment where you could test out how prejudiced resistant to the hero of the wizarding world actually is. "

" When I ever listened to, "Ron said sullenly." He was the reason why I'm here come down. is "

" The "Could

Despite his constant efforts Ron not suppress a hearty yawn." Hear it certainly be pleased. I'm sorry. "

" How embarrassing ... ruin the first night of our romance by falling asleep. "

" Romance asked? " Ron with a mixture of shock and horror.

"A joke, Ronald. You can not seriously expect that I hold hands with you. Or you roses for Valentine's Day, give. "

" It would be very pretty if you could point out the humor of an auditory organization, "said Ron weakly." To throw something for me quite off track. "

" This is just because you are tired and drunk. Off to bed. "This time it was Severus, who leaned forward and Ron gave a brief kiss. Ron graduated with relish for a moment the eyes ...

" I never thought you'd ever say something like that to me! "

"If you say that every time something happens to you, you'll be in the next few weeks, just busy talking."

"Yes, that's a comment I had expected." Severus smirked and his following sentence was unspoken in the room. Ron rolled his eyes and stood up, groaning and panting. "I'm off again."

"I hope, you do not expect that I'll take you to your bed and give you a goodnight kiss give up. "

" Of course not. That you would perhaps not survive. "Ron grinned and Severus followed him to the door.

" See you tomorrow ... in my classes. "

" I'm looking forward. "Ron turned, stepped out into the hallway and went slow and uncertain about it. The effort to turn around him, he does not, of course, because he expected no farewell kiss. The hand on his shoulder held him back. "Ronald ..." With an enthusiastic, drunken smile turned around and gave Ron him a short kiss.

"tomorrow."

Well, that was ... was unexpected, in order to sum up in one word. And While in absolutely every respect. That evening he had a lot to know things about which he had previously not had any thoughts. These things were that he was gay. (OK, he could not have imagined, but still.) Moreover, that Severus Snape ... he was like and you could carry with him excellent and varied discussions with unexpected twists. Unexpected, yes ... the kiss was pretty much been the unvorhersehbarste turn. Not even in a most absurd of Trelawney's predictions would be something like this happened.

But that was a good thing, because that was the life full of surprises.

One of these surprises should his best friends Hermione and Harry hit the unsuspecting sat by the fire in Gryffindorgemeinschaftsraum.

"Hi, Ron," Hermione greeted him with joy and some fashion magazines away from a comfortable armchair. "Sit down."

Harry, who had been dozing in front of him, opened his eyes and grinned Ron. His smile spoke of the meeting with Luna had been quite fruitful. "Evening, buddy. How are you?"

"Well," said Ron, and slumped into a chair.

"Sorry that we have left you alone, but Pansy and Luna were determined to stay with us," Harry apologized.

"Watch it."

"What have you done?" Hermione asked himself.

Ron grinned and thought of what would be Severus sure if right now he could see the two faces. "I was with Snape. Have talked to him."

"You know, that is Christmas?" Harry asked in a tone as if the fact that we forget that once but luckily by his best friend could be recalled.

"Why did you talk with Snape?" Hermione wanted to know something strange.

"He invited me to tea and then we played chess."

"And I hope you have won," said Harry with raised Eyebrows. He seemed too tired to muster the energy for greater emotional outbursts.

"No, he has won," Ron admitted. "But I was a little drunk. It burns quite outstanding whiskey."

"Yes, as Potions Master is clear," said Hermione, although they seemed a little perplexed, but not the less interested and left. "What have you done yet?"

"Okay, guys, I guess that's quite a shock for you ... uh ... we kissed."

"Oh," said Harry. His eyes had taken on the size of saucers.

"Oh," said Hermione. Her mouth was opened wide as a barn door.

"You're gay?" Asked Harry.

"You let you in with teachers?"

These were clearly not the reaction that Ron had expected. Rather had a synchronous " SNAPE ????!!!!" in capital letters and with a lot of question and exclamation marks expected, possibly even in italics. But well, life was full of surprises.

"Yes," he said, so simple. "And he's pretty nice. So, by his standards."

"Yes, that is logical, otherwise you would hardly voluntarily stayed with him for so long," said Hermione and sat back. Harry nodded affirmative.

"I'm glad that it does not," muttered Ron. "I had thought that its something else to respond."

"Oh, how, then," Hermione said cheerfully. "If you think that he is the right thing, then we will accept the course."

was relieved to Ron. "Thanks, guys. I go to bed now again, I'm dead tired."

"Good night," cried Harry, Hermione, Ron disappeared during upward and, after a slight detour to the bathroom, where he had to confirm the mirror that he actually had a nice evening and rocked the shack " had, without further ado, put to bed.

Meanwhile, all other things were done in the common room ...

"I've even held back," Harry muttered weakly. "I will indeed confirm any stereotypes about me or anything, but ... OH MY GOD, RON BY PROFESSOR SNAPE snogged ????!!!! I MEAN ... SNAPE ????!!!!!! AAAAAAAHHHHHHH!! UM MERLINS WILL !!!!!"

"I wonder indeed if he could convince Snape to give me a few extra hours," thought Hermione, while the impotent Harry fanning air.

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