You're Nobody 'till Somebody Loves You - chapter 8

[snapealina]

Title: You're Nobody 'till Somebody Loves You
Author: snapealina
Rating: T
Pairing: Severus Snape/Ron Weasley (no slash)
Disclaimer: The brilliant J.K. Rowling own the characters. I just play with them... a lot...

 

Chapter 8

“Professor Snape?” Ron asked carefully.

What the hell? Snape? Now this is just perfect, Ron thought as he stared over at the bed. He still couldn’t see the person behind the curtains, but there was no mistake in whose voice had just spoken

“So it would seem,” the snarky voice answered back.

“What are you doing here?” Ron asked stupidly.

“That is my business and mine alone” the professor hissed back.

Ron grunted and turned his attention back to the bag Hermione had left on his bed. He looked inside to see what was in it. He was not surprised. Of course Hermione would bring him a bag full of schoolbooks, quills and parchments. She wouldn’t want him to miss out on his schoolwork just because he was lying in the hospital, would she. He sighed loudly and put the bag on the floor.

He stared at the ceiling once more and sighed loudly again. He was bored and angry at his friends for leaving him there all alone.

A few minutes later, Madam Pomfrey came back to check on her two patients. She peered through the hangings around Snape’s bed, and saw that the professor was awake.

“Are you hungry, professor?”

“No,” Ron heard Snape mutter.

“Nonsense,” Madam Pomfrey argued. “I will get you something anyway, and I’ll tell the headmaster that you both seem fine.”

She pulled her head out, and started pulling the hangings away from the bed.

“Leave them,” Snape protested, but Madam Pomfrey pretended not to hear him.

“There you go,” she smiled. “A little more space will do you good, and now the two of you can keep each other company.” She smiled at them, and went to get some food for the both of them.

Snape and Ron looked at each other briefly before, simultaneously; they both snorted and looked away. Snape turned his back to Ron while Ron continued to look at the ceiling.

Snape was fuming. This had in no doubt been the worst week of his life, and this didn’t make it any better… After a week of hanging in the hospital wing, feeling a mix of worry and guilt, he had been summoned to the worst Death Eater-meeting in years. And when he finally came around after being tortured into some sort of unconsciousness, he was stuck in the hospital wing with the way too cheery Poppy Pomfrey and none other than the weasel that was responsible for this entire week.

He really just wanted to go back to his dungeon, but he could barely move.

“Guess I’m stuck here,” he thought miserably as he heard Madam Pomfrey return with the food.

She gave one tray to Ron and placed the other next to Snape’s bed, who refused to touch it.

Ron finished his meal quickly, and rested on his bed again. Neither patient moved for several minutes, but after a while Ron couldn’t take it anymore. He was so bored he was sure he was going to lose it.

He started tapping his fingers on the covers on his bed. It didn’t make much sound, but it was enough to make the professor turn red.

“Would you stop that?” he burst out after a while.

Ron seized his actions immediately, and stared at the ceiling again.

After a while he heard the professor sigh loudly, and realized he had been humming “Weasley is our king” to himself. He stopped that too.

Several minutes passed, none of them moved or spoke. Then out of nowhere, Snape said irritated:

“Must you do that?” He lay in his bed staring angrily at Ron.

“What?” Ron stared back. “I didn’t do anything. What can I possibly have done to annoy you this time?”

“You breathe too loudly,” Snape snorted.

“Breathe too loudly? Am I not allowed to breathe either? Would you like me to stop breathing, is that it? I bet you would like that, wouldn’t you.” Ron was livid.

Snape didn’t answer. That was not what he had meant at all, but he knew Weasley didn’t see it the same way, considering their last conversation.

Ron started breathing even louder, just to annoy the other man, and he could see that the professor was struggling to keep himself from commenting on the matter. Ron sighed loudly, and started drumming on his covers. Finally Snape couldn’t take it anymore.

“Mr. Weasley, stop that at once! You’re driving me crazy!”

“I’m just so bored,” Ron finally admitted.

“Obviously,” Snape rolled his eyes. “Not so chirpy without your little friends around, are you?”

“I don’t exactly see many people around your bed either.” Ron replied quickly.

“Unlike you, Mr. Weasley, I prefer solitude, peace and quiet.”

“Well, I don’t!” Ron stated firmly.

“Maybe if you haven’t been so clever to insult all your friends while they were here, you wouldn’t be in this position.”

“What do you mean?” Ron looked back at his professor. “It was their fault. They didn’t care enough to come visit me for several hours. They’re just too busy doing whatever they’re doing these days.”

Snape rolled his eyes at him.

“What?” asked Ron.

Snape sighed. “Has it ever occurred to you that they might have been in here every day while you were unconscious?”

“What do you know about that?” Ron interrupted, but suddenly fell silent remembering what Madam Pomfrey had told him about his visitor.

Ron didn’t speak, sigh, drum, hum or even breathe loudly for half an hour, but eventually he got so restless that he had to do something? He decided to do some homework, and picked up the bag.

He started emptying the contents of the bag onto his bed. After pulling out one schoolbook after another Ron suddenly stumbled upon a box.

What’s this? It doesn’t look like schoolwork, Ron thought as he grabbed the box and took it out of the bag. It was a Wizard Chess-set. A brand new one in fact. He opened it, and inside he found a chocolate frog and note.

Dear Ron,

Just a little something I picked up in Hogsmeade. Hopefully it will cheer you up.

Get well soon

Love

Hermione

Ron felt the guilt build up inside him. He felt bad about the way he had drove Hermione and Dean out of the room earlier. He was just so angry and disappointed he couldn’t help himself. But it was too late now. His friends were gone, and he had no one to talk to, and no one to play with.

Ron put away the box, and took out his History of Magic-homework. He found several pieces of parchment inside his books where Hermione had scribbled down what they were supposed to do. She had even included her own notes from the classes he had missed. Ron felt even worse about the way he had treated Hermione.

He picked up a new piece of parchment, some ink and a quill and was going to start on his history-essay. But his mind went blank. History was so boring, and he would probably fall asleep while writing it. He put the book back in the bag, and took out another schoolbook. But he realized he really wasn’t in the mood for homework right now. He threw all his school things back in the bag, and stared at the ceiling again.

He glanced at the box on his nightstand, and really wished that his friends would come back to see him. He grabbed the box and started looking at the pieces. It was a really nice set. His old one was so old and worn-out that several of the pieces were missing heads or other parts after several years of decapitating each other. He sighed, but broke it of at once, not wanting to annoy his neighbour.

He looked over at the bed occupied by his snarky teacher. He hadn’t moved since they last spoke, and Ron was wondering if he was sleeping. It was getting late, but Ron wasn’t tired, he did, however, need to find a toilet. He stood up from his bed for the first time, a bit unsteady, but he didn’t fall. He took some careful steps, not letting go of his bed, and somehow managed his way to the bathroom.

On his way back he noticed that his professor was now lying on his back, staring at the ceiling.

“Well, he’s awake too then,” Ron thought as he stumbled his way back to bed.

Madam Pomfrey came in minutes later, and started closing the curtains on the windows.

“Anything I can get any of you,” she asked kindly. Both of them shook their heads.

“Well, goodnight then,” she said and left the room while turning of the lights. Ron and Snape were left in the dark. Neither able to sleep.

 

Comments

[reg-flint.livejournal.com]

I knew when I read [He started tapping his fingers on the covers on his bed. It didn’t make much sound, but it was enough to make the professor turn red] this was going to be an interesting one. I love it that Pomfrey thinks they can entertain each other.
I have a question...who wins the chess match? Sorry, can't help myself. Oh this is going to be good, chapter 9, and I always think my look-ahead is good and you always surprise me. Perhaps we should have a game of wizard chess!
[“You breathe too loudly,” Snape snorted.] reminds me of Filch after his cat was petrified n CoS, putting students in detention for "breathing loudly" and "looking happy". You have exactly JKR's sense of humour there.
Well written too...If I go on in this vein it will be sheer flattering nonsense, but it would be VALID flattering nonsense. :D Kat

[snapealina.livejournal.com]

I have no idea how your chess skills are, but I can assure you, I will definitely lose! I suck at chess! :D

Crap, I didn't remember the breathe too loudly from Filch. And here I was thinking I made it up entirely by myself... lol.

Thank you. I like flattering nonsense :) hehe

I hate that the next chapter is the last, because now I have nothing else to post... I need a new idea for a fic, but I'm completely empty.

These two story-ideas just came to me by accident. The first one, as you know, in a dream. The second idea at a union meeting... I think I need to go to boring events, because then my brain starts working again... :D

Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy the last chapter. It will be up either pretty late tomorrow or Sunday (most likely the latter I'm afraid...)

I could post it right now, but I don't want to spoil you :D haha. I have to make you wait a little :D

[reg-flint.livejournal.com]

thanks for the suspense (snark) no really I don't mind waiting. Have more union meetings, lead the strike if you must !!!! lol I understand about booooring meetings. I have used my iPod to type a few story ideas on booooring infernal bus trips and looonger social occasions. I am NOT a social being. You may have guessed, ha, ha.

**There is a clip of the HBP attack on the Burrow on my journal if you're interested.

[snapealina.livejournal.com]

I guess the inspiration comes when you least expect it. But I find myself thinking about stories when I hear songs or watch movies.

I watched a movie today, and it really made me want to write something with the Weasley twins :D And some snark in combination with those two... hm... Just have to figure out some sort of plot first :D

How do you type stories on your iPod btw? iPod touch or something??

And thanks agaign for posting the HPB clip :D It was awesome!

[reg-flint.livejournal.com]

iPod touch 8gig. Worth the money. I am getting used to the whole touch thing, I really wasn't much good with the laptop that way, always making unexpected things happen (**boom!!)
I did one with the Weasley twins, Severus, and Nietzsche. One of my least favourite of my fics. It was such an unpredictable thing to write (I wonder why)
Have a blast and fic you later! ;)

[snapealina.livejournal.com]

I just really like their humor and dynamics :D
I have no idea if I can make it work, though...

But I think I'll go to bed now :D
almost early for me, I know, but I've been up since 6.45 this morning and THAT'S certainly unusual :D

Fic you later :D