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Please, Release Me!	By : Severus1snape Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Neville Views: 17663 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Neville leaned against the ancient looking building´s outside walls trying to catch his breath again for five minutes. Thank god I lost the baby fat or I just might have died from that run! He then wiped away the sweat from his forehead and walked inside. Neville made a gagging noise like he always did when he was forced to enter the old, smelly apothecary.
He really, really hated the smells, and fumes which everyone else claimed wasn´t there when he complained about it to his friends, not to mention the disgusting things, others called ingredients, in see-through jars. Why does it have to be see-through? It´s not like one cannot just read the labels and open the damned jars to look before buying.
He reached the counter and the elderly wizard smiled at him invitingly like always, Neville returned the smile. “Hello there Neville, how may I be of service?”
“I need a supply to practice potions. I´ll be in my 7^th year this summer, so I better step up the game.” He added a broad, shy smile to his made up story.
“But of course young man. Not too many are willing to spend their summer practicing. Nice to know there are some dedicated students out there still.” The man winked and Neville blushed slightly from the compliment, even though it was based on a lie it still made him uncomfortable.
“Wallace, take care of the other customers while I assist Neville here, will you?” The other man nodded curtly.
“Now, why don´t you tell me what you need step by step and I´ll find it for you. I seem to remember you are not too fond of finding ingredients on your own. Heaven knows you shop here quite a lot. Tell me how is Professor Sprout, is that leg of hers still causing her trouble? So nice of you to be helping her with her errands over the past year.”
Neville smiled at the praise. “Thank you, sir. The leg is not getting any better. She is talking about retirement in the near future. She´s been pushing me to become her replacement even, but I don´t think I would be able to teach anyone anything.” He shrugged.
“Tut tut, have I not told you to call me Walther? If Pomona trusts you to be a professor, then she is right. That dear woman will be wrong about something when Voldemort marries a muggleborn. Now, what´s first on that list of yours?” His looked to Neville´s blue eyes through his spectacles.
Neville had to laugh. Leave it to Walther to speak so casually about the most evil wizard alive, but he always had a way with words, and you only had one life, he would say. “I need Horklump juice, a pint.” He answered looking around.
“Are you alright my dear boy, you are very pale skinned today? Why don´t you give me that list and sit down, I´ll get the things you need in a heartbeat?”
Neville was glad Walther noticed his discomfort; the worry over doing something to harm Severus rather than help him had secretly crept up behind him and hugged him tightly around his chest. “Thank you Walther.” He offered the list to the older man who set off to retrieve the items immediately.
He placed his head into his hands as he sat by the entrance door sweating. Please be alright Severus. According to Dumbledore Harry needs you… I need you… wait, what?
Minutes later he was called to the counter again. “I placed the ingredients in this bag; it has separate rooms for each one, that way when you magically shrink them they will not be harmed.” Neville frowned in confusion.
“You´re alone here and not yet 17, yes? And by the way you looked when entering my shop; I figured that you have been on foot here?” His eyes twinkled at Neville who nodded. Only one man knows more than Walther.. well, knew, since he´s dead now..
“Wiggenweld potion, yes?” Neville nodded nervously as the man gazed at him over his spectacles.
“Expensive potion to brew for practice, my young one. 142 galleons.” FUCK, I forgot to bring money.
“Should I put it to your family account?”
“NO!” He blurted out before he could stop himself. “I mean…”
“Are you in trouble Neville?” Walther asked while offering a smile. Neville didn´t know how to respond.
“How about we open an account in your name, mm? You´re of age soon, and we are friends, so I know you will pay me back when you can.” He pulled out his black book and wrote down Neville´s name and the amount, not waiting for any response.
“There you are Neville. You should be on your way, yes? Whomever will be needing these things would be waiting for your return.”
“Thank you Walther, you´re a life saver.” Literally! Neville grabbed the bag.
“Not to worry my young one, you will manage fine. Have faith as others seem to have in you.” Neville smiled and walked out of the Apothecary, cast the ´reducio´ on the bag and tugged it away and began running back to Severus´ place.
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As he unlocked the door he tried to calm himself down. You made it this far, you can do this! He closed and sealed the door after him and went to check on Severus. The wounds seemed to be fine and he had to place a chaste kiss to the man´s check again. He even considered going for his lips but he did not want to go against Severus´ wishes, if and when they were to kiss, Neville wanted Severus´ consent, however tempted he was right now.
He brought the ingredients to the kitchen, went to fetch the scale, a cauldron and the tools before setting them up on the small dining table he had moved closer to the small kitchen table. “Right… Re-read the recipe, then prepare the ingredients and begin.” Fuck. Please forgive me when I fail at this. You should have sent for someone else Severus… but then… maybe no one would have come? He shook his head, washed his hands and began the task in front of him.
Neville looked at the recipe twice again after the ingredients had been manhandled but his huge hands, took a gulp of air and let it out of his body slowly. “Here goes nothing then.”
He poured one pint of Horklump juice into the medium sized cauldron, then added a pinch of Boom berry juice too. He dropped the 7 Chitzpurfle fangs into the liquids, a few Moondew drops, one stewed Mandrake then followed soon after, a Unicorn hair, a sprig of Mint, Billywig slime, and some Wolfbane to finish up. These were the only ingredients in his recipe which were not mentioned in the brewing instructions, so he hoped that that meant he was supposed to add them all as a beginner potion. Please don´t fuck up, you idiot. “Oh, better remember to add the Sloth brain mucus too.”
Neville glanced into the cauldron without stirring. “Does it say fucking stir the potion Longbottom? No? Then please tell me if you did so anyway because of your blindness to read a recipe or your stupidity to remember what the words´ meaning are?” That bloody class still gets me remarks from fucking Malfoy.
“So I guess no stirring then.” Add the Salamander blood until potions turns red. He decided to go one drop at the time, and after just 2 drops he stopped and stared at a red substance someone might call a potion, he would call it appalling. If not for the minty odor he might have vomited on the spot.
Stir until the potion turns orange. “Which way?? Hmm. Clearly the logical way to stir would be clockwise, yes?” He hesitated, but stirred, and was rewarded for his logical sense 11 stirs later. He smiled in glee. He actually smiled over a bloody potion.
Add more Salamander blood, this time until it turns yellow. 5 drops later and the potion was satisfied, and so was Neville. “Right, stir until potion turns green.” Severus must have so much patience, really, this is such a slow process and… well.. boring… “Green it is then.” He stopped after 8 turns, again clockwise.
Add more Salamander blood, until potion turns turquoise. “I feel a Déjà vu coming over me, I wonder why. Oh, Salamander blood, haven´t used that in this potion yet, huh…” it took 3 drops this time before reaching the desired color.
“Heat until it turns indigo. Oh, goodie, something new to do!” He stopped; surely this did not mean turn up the heat, did it? It just meant, let it be until the color changes? That´s what he chose to believe, and just when he was beginning to panic the potion changed colors ten minutes later.
Add more Salamander blood until the potion turns pink. 6 drops later and he put the vial back onto the table. “Heat until potion turns red. Huh? Back to the beginning, brewing is weird…”
This time it only took four minutes to get there and he added the 5 lionfish spines, let it heat until it turned yellow before adding another 5 lionfish spines. In went the Flobberworm mucus, and he waited until the potion turned purple, before stirring 21 times and the potion was back to being red.
Neville added more Flobberworm mucus, until the potion had an orange liquid. “Right, stir until it turns yellow. Motherfucker this is annoying. I really hate potions, you know that Severus.” Why in god´s name am I talking to him from across the apartment? You´re going mental Neville.
Shake and add until it turns orange again. He did that, almost forgetting to put on the damn lit first. That would have been pretty!
“Add Honeywater until it turns turquoise, then heat until pink.” Wrong Longbottom, one step at the time before you fuck up…
“Okay, damn it, geez.” He looked around. “Alright, I´m already bloody mental.” After that he looked to the recipe and gulping. One step left? Had he just made an almost perfect potion with no errors, all alone and without even knowing this?
“Add Salamander blood until it turns green.” He hesitated, hand shaking. Come on, finish it, you can do this! You have been doing it… Five drops later and he turned off the heat, he stared and waited. No explosions, no discoloring. It was a perfect brewed, NEWT level potion. One he had never brewed before and it had not been supervised.
“Holy crap, he was right. All this bloody time, he was right.“ I´m not stupid…
Neville took a goblet and poured it full of the green potion, feeling satisfied, proud and… Please don´t drop it… He entered the bedroom he had left Severus in, placed the goblet down while he lifted the man into a half sitting position, bringing the potion to his lips and poured it into his mouth. He spilled some but kept pouring. Some slid down Severus´ throat and then he began to swallow the rest on autopilot.
Once the potion had been consumed he placed down the goblet and placed the other man back onto the pillow again. He did not know how long it would take for Severus to wake up, but he could now feel how exhausted he himself was, and he lay down in the king size bed next to Severus, wanting to rest his eyes but ended up falling asleep instead.

Neville woke up with a start; he felt a sharp pain to his ribs. He opened his eyes and sat up with another start. “W-whaat?” He mumbled disoriented.
“Good morning sleeping beauty. Would you mind stop drooling onto my pillow?” Severus quirked an annoyed brow at Neville.
“You´re awake! Thank god I didn´t kill you.” He almost shouted, making the other man stare in question.
“Well you… I had to… FUCK you…. you almost made me kill you!”
“I was already halfway gone when I got back here, had I died it would not have been your doing.”
“Why me? You could have called anybody…”
“Could I?” He snapped back. Neville blushed scarlet in embarrassment. I should be flattered, or maybe not, seeing that I was his only choice…
“You´re doing it again… stop it, it´s distracting… bring me some water instead…” The older wizard closed his eyes.
“Please…” Neville stated, and he was met by deep, dark beautiful eyes, staring at him in disbelief. Since when are Severus´ eyes beautiful? Maybe since you started calling him by his first name, you idiot…
“Please…” Severus finally added lamely. Neville smiled broadly at him, jumped tiredly off the bed and returned seconds later with a glass of cold water.
“So how much of the Wiggenweld potion do you need, was the one goblet I gave you enough to keep you awake or do …?”
“WHAT??? Y-you… where did you get the potion? And how did you know I needed one?” This was one of the few times he had ever seen the man in a state of obvious shock.
He shrugged. “After I found your Essence of Dittany and healed you with that, you still wouldn´t wake up or react to anything, so I figured that the injuries must have been caused by wand and over a long period of time, like torture, so naturally the body might shut down and…”
He noticed Severus actually gaping at him now. “What?”
“Thank you…” He simply stated. He wasn´t going to say what he was really thinking, not now.
“But where did you get it from?” He downed the glass of water.
“Well, you didn´t have any ingredients, so I went to the Apothecary and came back, it took some time but I managed and I found the recipe in your basement and…”
“YOU made it?????” His eyes widened in confusion.
“I didn´t fucking poison it, that would have been a waste of galleons… I could have just let you die then…” His words stopped flowing from his mouth as Severus had placed his hand across it to shut him up. Severus blinked a few times and then shook his head. Neville gently removed his hand from his covered mouth.
“Thank you.” Severus´ eyes flew to his. “For believing in me… I mean, as a student, and for pushing me to do better… I never knew I could… thank you..” He smiled warmly and Severus offered his signature nod.
An awkward silence fell.
Neville shifted on the bed and bit his lip; his eyes fell to dry lips, which were not moving. “Longbottom…” Severus warned.
“I want you to kiss me…” The words were simple, yet very true. He did want it; he needed it, if nothing else then to find out what this thing they had was.
“No…”
“I saved your life, twice. The second time, you asked me to… I have to know if…”
Severus sighed. “It was just sex, Neville… I´m too old and too dangerous to be around…”
“I want you to kiss me…” He repeated with determination and leaned closer. Severus sighed annoyed this time and rolled his eyes.
“Fine.” Severus placed his lips onto Neville´s roughly, almost clamming them shut. What the hell? It´s like kissing a damn fish! Neville thought. Use your tongue, surely that will be better. Neville licked the other´s bottom lip to get him to open his mouth, when he did he regretted it immediately. Severus´ hard tongue went everywhere in his mouth, and when he almost choked him with it Neville withdrew from the ´kiss´, not that that would ever classify as a kiss.
“You did that on purpose.” He stated annoyed.
“Did what?” Severus asked, raising the right brow to give it more credit to his pretend innocence of stupidity. Please just leave before doing something we both regret.
“I demand you do it proper! That was just… Troll level…” Neville responded without caring how Severus would react to this statement. Fuck, please don´t kill me. He blushed.
“Troll level? Well, maybe you shouldn´t have asked for a kiss if you weren´t prepared for consequences to that request. I haven´t been with anyone for years…” Severus drawled in return. This might have worked just fine.
“No!” Neville said. You arsehole.
“Good, then we finally agree on something. Now get the hell out of my apartment, I don´t need your help any longer.” Severus coldly drawled. Please leave… before you tempt me!
“That´s not what my ´no´ meant and you know it.” Neville glanced at Severus, who had closed his eyes in effort to ignore the younger man. Neville drew in a dose of air before reaching a decision. He took off his shoes quickly, then crawled onto the bed and straddled Severus thighs, making sure he didn´t sit on the wounds.
The older man´s eyes flew open and widened. “What the fuck are you doing Longbottom? Get the fuck off me, NOW!” Don´t get hard, don´t get hard.
“Admit to giving me a lousy kiss on purpose first, and then I might move.”
“I will do no such thing!” He tried to push Neville off but he was too heavy and too strong for his weakened body to fight, and Neville seemed to know just that. He leaned closer, placing an arm on either side of Severus´ head; he rested on his elbows so Severus could practically smell his fresh breath again. God damn it Neville, move the fuck away from me.
Severus blinked as he saw Neville smirking down at him. Since when does the brat smirk?
“I want a real kiss, Severus. If after that you can honestly say that you do not want me, I will let you be.”
“Forget it Longbottom.” He spat angrily.
“Mm.” He hummed. “Then you leave me no choice.” Please let him enjoy it, and not kill me once he has recovered fully. Neville leaned closer and placed a soft kiss to the other´s jawline. Severus took in a deep breath of air without knowing it.
Neville placed another one just below the first one, and Severus´ chest began rising more rapidly involuntarily. The kisses moved further down to the man´s chin. When the soft, young lips reached the pale neck Severus´ body betrayed him further and let a gasp slip out.
Neville smiled into the kiss he placed onto the pulse vibrating lower still. He went on instinct and sucked. Severus groaned which caused Neville´s eyes to close in delight.
He sucked again. “You… need to…stop…that..” Severus gasped out.
“Mm. I really don´t want to.” Was the only reply he had for a warning before Neville flicked out his tongue and licked at the same spot. Severus cursed, bucked and forgot all about his pain as he grabbed Neville´s face towards his own.
“You bastard.” He growled before he pulled the younger man closer and claimed his lips. Neville felt his body explode with pure desire as soft kisses were offered from thin lips onto his own willing ones.
A warm tongue begged for entrance and Neville complied. There was no fight for dominance when the tongues collided, instead Neville´s head began to swim as the older wizard´s mouth sucked gentle. He had to groan with pleasure at this point. It would be impolite not to. Severus gentle caressed the left cheek of the young male while the other hand played with his hair.
There was not too much saliva; no gagging because a tongue strayed too far, no teeth smashing together, no one stole his air so he had to break away. This was absolutely, perfect. No other word would do in describing the way his former potions master could kiss. This is the first time a kiss has made me hard. Fuck, he´s good at this, I never want to stop. But he knew he had to. This position was making his thighs shake in effort to not touch the other´s legs out of fear of hurting him.
Neville drew back reluctantly, eyes clouded with desire, heart fogged with… something, and head spinning still. “That was fucking awesome.” He stared down into dark eyes. He moved away from Severus to sit on the bed beside him, legs shaking now. The other man was still quiet. “You didn´t like it?” Dear god, I did not just ask him that. What am I 12?
Severus had found his voice once more. “You´re right.”
Neville flushed and looked away. Great, you just offered your best kiss and he hated it. How could he not feel what I felt from that kiss?
“It was fucking awesome…” Neville´s eyes locked with dark ones again. “We shouldn´t have done that… I shouldn´t have done that…”
“Is it because of the age difference… or because it´s me?” Neville said, in no more than a whisper. Please, let it be the age… please…
Severus made a funny noise before answering. “It´s you.” Neville´s heart sunk and he nodded in understanding, not acceptance. His words would not come out, he knew that. Severus placed his hand to Neville´s face and turned it so he looked at him before speaking again. “You are… impossible… to resist…”
“W-what?” Did he just…?
“I cannot… will not… place you in danger Neville… sexual release… is not worth getting killed over…” Severus studied Neville´s face.
“Severus…” Neville pleaded.
He shook his head. “No… it can never be more than that… it should never be that to begin with..”
“I´ll take it..” Neville interrupted.
“You should not settle for this..”
“I don´t consider you as settling with anything..”
“Neville..” He began, but he was silenced when Neville had bravely forced himself to kiss him again. He didn´t want to hear him finish that sentence, he couldn´t. If this is all I get to have from him I will take it, for now.

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