I own nothing… You've no idea. Except the Pepsi next to me.

Some borderline slash in this chapter, but no more then the usual Harry/Ron harmless innuendo haha

Not beta'd. But this is me, and that's not so surprising…

See the AN at the end. It's important…

Oh, and the title of the long (The letters and numbers) actually means something. I'll give you a hint, it's also wonderfully British, and I also write in that fandom. Ben and Jerry's ice cream to anyone who can tell me with the it means.

Enjoy.

Chapter Eight: I See London, I See France

'I told you her it would wear off in a bit. She never listens to me,' Fred grumbles as he and the other two 'Poxters' make they're way up, on Mrs. Weasleys orders, to see if Ginny's head is fixed yet.

'Who would listen to you, Mr. Weasley?' Three pairs of eyes widen and two mouths quirk up at the voice that comes from behind them.

'Hello Professor Snape,' Hermione greets, since the twins are trying not to laugh.

'Miss Granger,' Snape acknowledges and glares at the twins' muffled snickers. Their attempt at not laughing having obviously failed.

Hermione looks between her boyfriend, his twin and her professor and has every intention of apologizing for their behavior when she spots Percy coming up the stairs.

Her own mouth quirking dangerously towards a smile and a laugh bubbling in her chest she grabs a twin with each hand, throws an 'Excuse us, Professor,' over her shoulder and hurries up the stairs and into Charlie's old room. The threes laughter finally escaping once the door is closed.

'Sev- Professor,' Percy says, staring first at where his brothers and Hermione hurried off to, then at Snape.

'Yes, Mr. Weasley?' Snape says turning on the stairs to look at the younger man.

'Mother told me to ask you if you could please bring Harry and Ron their supper.'

Severus glares and Percy merely steps aside to show the two levitating trays behind him.

'Very well,' Snape sighs, looking very much like he was just asked to due the tango with Dumbledore.

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Harry shifts in his sleep when Snape opens the door, pulling the extra pillow to his stomach and curing one leg up and around it.

'Our savior. Merlin,' Snape mutters shaking his head, watching Harry cuddle the pillow.

Ron, his sleep slightly disturbed at the smell of food and the mutterings, turns over and spreads his long limbs out. His hand unconsciously resting around his middle holding his newly unattached hip.

Snape sets the trays down on the desk and has every intention of leaving them there and waking the boys on his way out the door when he spots, what he assumes, is the parchment that had Remus in such a state earlier that morning.

Curiosity having killed the cat and not the snake, Snape picks it up off the desk chair with every intention of reading it so he can catch the werewolf in his exaggerating.

Stargate Log 2428SSDRJ

Harry has great hands.
…So firm…groans

Pie…cream filling…

They're like pillows-
Harry's words, not mine

What was that?
MY EYES! OH SWEET MERLIN!

Harry needs help getting off…
Fred just informed him he'd help…

What?

They're doing…

I want to join!

Harry just kissed me… it was kind of sweet

…Do it again…

Hermione has now seen it all

George wants to see more
Fred: No Forge, it's over.
George: But I only got to see the dangly bits!
Harry: That's the best part!
Hermione: …Boys…

'Harry,' a muffled voice breaches Snapes disturbed dazed and his head snaps around to the owner of said voice. 'Harry, tell Hermione the Dark Soup doesn't have her cat.'

'Mr. Weasley, it would be best if you woke up and explained yourself,' Snape says loudly, the log clutched in his grip. Harry lets out a small sigh and rolls over the pillow he's been cuddling.

'Five more minutes mum. 'M sick. Need rest,' Ron mutters, burrowing into his own pillow.

'Now Mister Weasley. It would be very…prudent of you to wake. Up.' Snape finishes, flicking his wand and releasing a jet of cold water onto the slumbering Ron.

'Oi! I told you Harry, not on-' Ron trails off when he sees Snape standing in front of his bed. 'Ha-Harry. Harry!'

Ron hops off his bed and jumps on his friends. 'Harry.'

Harry groans, 'What Ron?' and struggles to open his eyes. 'Push over, will you? You're on my-' his eyes widen when they finally open and sees past his friend.

'Ron? Tell me I'm dreaming.'

'Wish you were, mate.' Ron stays in his position, afraid to turn back around. He bounces on his knees once and Harry's eyes snap back to him. 'Your bed is more bouncy then mine.'

Harry opens his mouth to either deny this fact, or tell his friend to move again as he's on a very sensitive spot, when Ron's eyes widen and Harry just sighs, knowing whatever Ron just thought of isn't going to be good for his mental health.

'Wasn't my bed Georges bed? Why is Georges bed un-bouncy? Harry! Tell me why-' Harry's hand clamps over his best friends mouth, although Ron continues regardless.

Harry clears his throat, gathers his courage, and looks back at his professor.

'Did you need something Professor?' He asks over his friends muffled ranting.

Snape raises an eyebrow, still somehow managing to appear disgruntled, 'It seems I am to play nurse maid for the morning.'

Harry shudders at the sudden mental image of Snape in a French maid costume, holding a blood red feather duster and just barely manages to hold in his gagging as Percy and fluffy handcuffs enter the picture.

Harry clears his throat and scoots up to rest against the headboard as best as he can with Ron still perched on his lap.

"Thank you, Professor." His hand getting tired, Harry turns to look back at his friend and sighs. "Ron?" He shifts, attempting to get more comfortable. His moving causes Ron to tilt dangerously to the side.

Ron stops mid-sentence at the disturbance and glares at his seat. "D'you mind, Harry? You almost knocked me over."

"Sorry. Get off me now, yeah? I'd like to eat that food over there without you sitting in my lap."

Ron pouts, but cheers up when his nose indeed inhales breakfast aromas. He scoots of his friend and takes one step towards the enticing smell. He stops when he realizes getting to the food means going near Snape.

Harry rolls his eyes. He's the Boy Who Wouldn't Bloody Die-although he finds he much prefers The Boy Who Lived as opposed to that version all of Slytherin cooked up- so he squares his shoulders, gets out of bed, and marches up to the breakfast trays with as much dignity as accepting breakfast from your most hated professor while in pot-o-gold printed boxers and covered in chicken pox and pink medical lotion can allow.

Which isn't much, but he can pretend.

Snape just continues to stare at him as Harry grabs their breakfast. He sets one tray in front of Ron and sits down with his own on his bed.

Snape sighs. Something Harry isn't sure he's ever heard the him do.

'You would do well to provide an explanation of this… this vulgar tapestry of perverse thoughts.' When neither teen speaks up, he flicks his wand and both boys trays lifts high above their heads.

Harry shoots Ron a Look. One that, he's sure, is far from what he wants to portray, as Ron flushes slightly and mumbles 'Not now, Harry.'

'It's your Log, mate. And I'd like that oatmeal; still warm, if its all the same to you…' Ron looks back up his levitating tray and pouts.

'But Harry! I don't-' An intimidating noise- Harry swears it's a growl- escapes Snape and Ron squeaks, nodding.

'Right…' he shifts for a moment before sending one last longing look at his breakfast. 'It started when George came prancing-'

'I was not prancing!' George says indignantly, standing in the doorway with his brother and girlfriend.

'You were prancing,' says Harry and Fred in unison. Hermione just tries to hide her snicker behind a small cough.

'When did you three come in here anyway?' Ron asks, sidetracked.

'Just now. We didn't trust Sevvie here not to poison you two,' Fred says, which earns him a glare and a growl from Snape. The three make their way into the room.

'So, we'll just make ourselves comfy, and listen to a little story.' George says, sitting on the vacant bed. 'Sides, it'll be worth the time to see Professor Snapes reaction to a teeny bit of that Log.' George grins widely at afore mentioned professor.

Snape glowers and Ron clears his throat. He looks suddenly paler. Georges grin doesn't falter, and is only mirrored by Fred, who takes a seat next to Harry.

He scoots close and drapes a leg over Harry's.

'Like old times eh?' He says, grinning.

Harry sighs, removing his leg from under Fred's. 'Let Ron tell the story Fredita.'

'Right. It started when George pranced in here around lunch time to bring us food…'

AN: I know, I know. I'm a horrible, horrible person. I humbly apologize and beg forgiveness. I also beg you don't send out the lynch-mob when I tell you yes, it's a new log, but the explanation wont be out for a while. For any of you that have watched the US news, that hurricane- Gustav- that's about to strike the Gulf Coast as a cat 4... Yeah… that's the reason the next chapter wont be up for idk how long. I live on the Gulf Coast. About a mile from the Gulf, near New Orleans. So this may be it for a while.

But hey! It's something! Right? …Okay.

Reviews are love.