Fall into Madness

Water flowed over both bodies, soaped and clean, but filthy at the same time. Ron held tight to Severus’s shoulders as his back was pushed into the shower wall. Severus plunged deep, thrusting hard.



Both men, grunted and groaned, the bathroom echoing the noises they made. “Oh FUCK!!!!!!!!” Ron shouted out, letting his body go. Severus was right behind him. He had fucked Ron so many times during the night, that he learned when he was approaching an orgasm. He timed it perfectly, so he was always right behind him, on the heels of his come down.



They finally managed to actually clean up in the shower, although it was the best two hour shower Ron had ever had. They shared breakfast, and made arrangements to meet for dinner later. Ron was going to spend the day making arrangement with the girls who had agreed to pose. He planned to take the pictures tomorrow, and with the photos Severus had given him, he would be making background images to use. He had a lot to sort out, and he knew a dinner with Severus would be a nice end to a rough day.



After a lengthy goodbye kiss, Ron apparated away. His good mood was shattered when he approached his home. His studio entrance was blocked by what looked like Ministry Charms, and he could see the door was disturbed. He hurried through the door and found Harry with his partner Gaspard de Valois, as well as Tonks.



“Harry, what’s going on? Why is my studio blocked?” Ron rattled off his questions while dropping his cloak and bag on the floor.



“Easy Ron, it’s just a precaution.” He explained. “Last last night, Dorian tried to get in, and the wards, of course, kept him out. He tried to use several incantations and by the time I got out there he had done some minor damage to the door, but the wards still held.”



Tonks took a step forward. “What we need right now Ron, since none of us can enter, is for you to check your studio and see if anything is damaged.”



Ron hurried to the house entrance and did a run through. Nothing seemed out of place, everything was just as he had left it. The only thing different was the outside door, but he saw that when he arrived home. He settled down somewhat, having reassured himself that his studio and everything in it was safe.



Tossing himself into an armchair, he calmed himself as the three aurors settled into seats themselves. “Ron, I want to let you know what’s going to happen now.” Tonks told him. “As of right now, we can charge Dorian with destruction of property for the damage to your studio, and we can make that stick because Harry saw him. If you want to file that charge, we will bring him in for questioning.”



“Questioning?” Ron asked. “What kind of questions could you ask?”



“It’s standard procedure before charging anyone with anything. You run through simple questions to establish an alibi or to break one. Since Harry has already seen him, it will make the process easier.” Tonks explained.



“What about the harassment? This has gone on too long, he’s been following me everywhere, even delving into Severus’s past.” His frustration was showing. “Why would he show up last night of all times, when he could have shown up before?”



“He went to Hermione’s store yesterday and demanded to know why you were seeing Snape.” Harry spoke calmly and maintained Ron’s attention.



“When she refused to answer, he kicked over a display in her store. She filed charges against him, and that will be added to the charges he will have to answer to when we pick him up.” Gaspard was Harry’s partner and from what his friends had said, very knowledgeable about the legal procedures they had to follow. If anyone knew what they could and couldn’t do, it was Gaspard.



“Is she alright?” Ron sat up straighter, his heart suddenly racing.



“She’s fine Ron.” Hermione said as she entered the house. Ron was on his feet and hugging her in mere seconds.



“I’m so sorry Hermione. I never knew it would get this ugly.” He didn’t let her go.



“It wasn’t your fault. I blame Dorian entirely.” She took his hand and they sat down. “He came in just after dinner last night, wanting to know how serious it was and how far it had gone and why you had chosen Snape. He was getting angrier and angrier. I told one of the girls to send an auror signal and just before he left, he kicked a stand over on the way out. Nobody was hurt, unless you count a stack of books.” She grinned and squeezed his hand. “Really Ron, everything is fine. I filled out a report right away, so lets let the aurors take it from here.”



“He’s already bothered Severus too, should we let him know what’s going on?” Ron asked.



“It would be wise if you did.” Tonks told them.



“We have to go to the Ministry now to get the order.” Harry stood and all three moved to the door. “We will keep you updated. Ron, you still plan to work in the studio today?”



“Yes, I need to organize the photos for the girls.” He said, suddenly worried about how this whole mess would affect his work. All three aurors left, leaving him with Hermione.



“So, how was it?” Her smiled was infectious.



“Come on, after all that’s happened, you want to talk about sex?” He returned her smile as she went about getting tea.



“Of course, what better way to lift one’s spirits.” She giggled from the kitchen. “So, come on.”



When she returned with the tea, she sat close to Ron on the couch and grinned from ear to ear. “Must you smile like that?’ He asked, unable to stop his own.



“Are you going to talk or not?” She gave him a poke with her finger.



“Well, what can I say. It was amazing.” He let out a sigh.



“I know that sound. That’s an I-was-satisfied-all-night-long sound.” She teased.



“And early this morning.” He wagged his eyebrows.



She shrieked. “Wow, I’m surprised you can still walk.”



“So am I, considering the proportions.” He smiled as Hermione let out peals of laughter.



“What kind of proportions are we talking about here?”



“I barely touched my fingertips around it.” He smiled again.



“Bigger or smaller than you’ve had?”



“Bigger. The biggest I’ve had actually.” He thought back to the night before, and that very morning in fact. “He’s the best everything.”



“Really?”



“Yes. He’s giving, he generous. He understands what I want, what I need.” He shifted and faced Hermione. “Have you ever been with anyone who knew your body better than you did.”



“Yes.” She said without hesitation, and Ron knew she spoke of Harry.



“It’s such a change from before, even when I was the closest I had been with Dorian, there was distance, and things he didn’t understand. Severus seems to have learned me so well.”



“He’s older, more experienced and wiser. He’s also intelligent. He would have been watching your reactions, the noises you made, he would have taken the opportunity to gain insight.” She thought of her own relationship with Harry and how he always asked her to talk with him, to let him know what she liked, so he knew what he needed from him. She had a feeling Severus had his own way of gaining such knowledge.



“I think you are right.” Ron grinned again. “He’s also really dirty at times.”



“The perfect lover for you would be. You need someone who wants to know you, someone who wants to share intimacy with you, not someone who just wants sex. Even as devoted as Dorian was, he was also one sided a lot of times.” Ron nodded, she was right. He had talked to both of them when he felt sexually frustrated, just as she had been when she first started dating Harry.



“I know. I have always wanted someone I can connect with, in a more than sexual way.” He smiled. “I may have found it.”



“Ron, you are falling in love.” She told him. He thought about what she said. Was he falling in love with Severus? He only knew that he had never felt this way with a man before. There was always something lacking. There was always some obstacle that couldn’t be overcome. There was always something wrong.



Severus was different and while they had their differences, the biggest being their ages, they didn’t seem insurmountable. Severus was the type of man to look for a solution. He was one to talk things through, never judge and always consider his lover. At least that’s what Ron had learned of him. That’s what Ron was drawn to, what he found attractive in him. Did that appreciation constitute love?



“Listen Ron, I’m going to take a well deserved soak. I know you have work to do.” She paused at the entrance to the hall. “I’m glad you found someone like him. You deserve it.” She blew him a kiss and dashed to the bathroom.



Ron sent a letter through the floo, telling Severus was has happened. While the aurors took care of things, he didn’t want him to worry. His studio was fine and he would continue with his plans to organize posing with the girls.



Severus sent a reply saying that he would try and focus on his own work, but wanted to hear from Ron the moment he knew something. He was worried with the steps that Dorian was taking and wondered if perhaps they shouldn’t take extra steps with regards to security. However, Ron didn’t seem to think that was necessary, so he wouldn’t say anything about it.



He found working in his labs difficult. His concentration waned, and he botched two potions. He wanted to head to Ron’s studio and keep an eye on him, but he hadn’t been invited. Ron was adamant about not having anyone in his studio, particularly when he was working, so he had to settle for sending an owl. After pacing for some time, he decided to stop working and instead answer his mail. He had avoided it the past few days and now it was calling to him.



He had managed to send away several business letters and a reply to his mother. When he had finished he was no more calmed down then before. Ron’s problems with Dorian were unsettling. The fact that the man had gone so far as to hunt down Thomas showed that he was unstable as well as possessive.



Having had sex with Ron, he could understand the man’s desire to have him back. Ron was delectable and if he was half as passionate with Dorian as he had been with him, then he could see how he might be reluctant to see things end. On the other hand, if he cared for Ron, cared at all, then he would respect his wishes and Severus didn’t see that happening. He was genuinely worried about what Dorian might escalate to. Would he get more invasive? Would he probe further into the past of both of them? Would he get violent? Suddenly the whole situation was far more then a simple issue of an ex lover taking exception to his former flame moving on.



KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!!!!!



Severus rose, still concerned about Ron. When he opened the door there was nobody there. He took a step out and looked from side to side, just in time to see a figure, cloaked, move with a flash. He fell into blackness.











It was 6 in the evening. Ron was supposed to meet Severus an hour ago for dinner, but he never sent the note telling him where to meet. He went to his house on Spinner’s End but there was nobody home, it was empty.



“He wouldn’t have sent me something if he had to cancel, or even come by to tell me.” Ron was pacing the front room now, having just returned from Severus’s house through the floo.



“Calm down Ron, maybe the owl got lost or something.” Ron could tell she didn’t believe that, but she was going to try everything.



“He sends his notes through the floo Hermione.” He ran his hands through his hair. “Something is wrong I know it.”



“Ron, you don’t know that. He ……” She stopped when the floo went off.



Harry and Gaspard walked in, looking right at him. “Harry, Severus isn’t at home. We had plans to meet for dinner and he never came by, nor did he send a note for me to meet him somewhere.” He rambled. “I went to his place and he’s gone.”



“When did you go?” He asked.



“I just got back a few minutes ago.” Ron watched Harry look at his partner then back to him. “What’s going on Harry?”



“Ron, Dorian has been missing since last night. His mother said he returned to the restaurant yesterday after having an argument with someone he called ‘that bird’, then he left. He never came home last night.” Harry explained.



Ron sank into a chair, his chest suddenly in pain.