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Please, Release Me!	By : Severus1snape Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Snape/Neville Views: 17663 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, J.K.Rowling does, I write for fun and do not make any money from this.

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AN: Thank you for the lovely reviews - warms my heart and thrives me to write more! A longer chapter for you here, I hope you like it still. Let me know what you think? And what might happen in the future...

Neville almost flew downstairs and headed straight towards the cupboards in the extra kitchen in the South wing, which had been used for brewing for years; since his parents had ´died´ actually, and he quickly found a bezoar on the neatly organized shelves. They are not as organized as Severus´, but whose are, really? At least grams labels her stuff!
Augusta Longbottom always made sure to stock up when she was running low, and she had been working as a brewer to make herself useful after Neville had been sent off to Hogwarts in his first year, it was not for the money, she had plenty of that.
He grabbed the bezoar having decided beforehand to only grab that, and then he would return for the rest when Severus´ vitals were stable enough, well as much as they could be considering. Please be alright Sev.
He ran upstairs and the tension in the room when he re-entered was immediate. Ginny even had her wand out clearly thinking about which spell she should cast, but Neville strode right passed her not caring that he bumped into her out of irritation, and she nearly lost her footing in the process.
He shoved the bezoar into Severus mouth silently telling him to swallow, which he did. Severus took a few deep breaths before looking into Neville´s scared eyes. He really does care for me, stupid boy. He´s not a boy anymore, Severus.
“Arsehole.” Neville said out loud to him, and Severus said nothing in return. He knew he had scared the young man shitless again and now he was sitting on the bedside waiting for him to feel better so he could begin brewing. Well isn´t life fucking ironic, Longbottom of all people is going to save my life brewing a potion for me. Again. He had to swallow the laugh threatening to escape his mouth.
“Do this again and I´ll kill you my fucking self, Severus… coming here half dead… like I´m some sort of…” He muttered while he reached forward.
“Nev what are you doing?” Dean asked in deep shock, when Neville began searching and touching the older wizard like it was the most natural thing in the world, and knowing how afraid Neville was of Snape it seemed odd. All of this seemed odd.
Ginny was still holding her wand firmly, ready to explode judging from the redness in her face, Dean shifted uncomfortably on his feet, and Seamus was frozen in shock. The only one, who was looking at the scene with a funny stare was Luna, she had stepped aside when Neville returned with the bezoar.
”You might as well put up a damn sign Ne-, Longbottom.” Severus managed to spit out angrily, the bezoar was clearly beginning to work and with that the pain had lessened a little too.
Neville was used to this sort of behavior, both from his time as the man´s student but also from the past couple of month’s intimacy. “I had to show them that you mean no harm, didn´t I?” He found Severus´ wand and gave it to Dean automatically, as he was the one who always kept it cool, and Neville hoped that he would be the one to listen to what Severus had to say.
“You know that you´ll have to share the last three memories with them, you have of you and professor Dumbledore. It´s the only way they will not turn you over to the aurors for murder.” He said matter-of-factly. Please behave baby. Baby... w-what? Severus stared at Neville for a long time but finally nodded curtly, knowing this to be very true indeed. The more that knows anything, the more danger I´m in and the more danger all of you are in.
“I´ll brew the potion, but you have to promise to be good.” He pointed his finger at the older man, and if anyone but Neville had been doing it, Severus would have snapped at him or maybe even broken the damned finger. “I´ll bring you with me downstairs. You know how I react to your criticism in class, so be good, but hey, it´s your life.” He smirked. Don´t make me kill you by mistake Severus. “How long do I have anyway?”
“The bezoar gives you enough time, if you manage to not fuc-.” Severus replied.
Neville placed his right hand over the other´s mouth to silence him. “Don´t say it, or the next thing to shut you up will not be my hand.” Severus quirked a brow knowing what Neville had just threatened to do.
“What the fuck is going on?” Ginny had found her voice after the confusion brought on by this whole event.
Severus pulled away the hand. “You know as much as I do, Severus was poisoned, he came here for help and now we´re off to brew the antidote so this fucker can stop with his I need attention trip.” Severus snorted and Seamus gasped, Dean sat down of a chair. He has strange friends. Had it been a Slytherin crowd I would be out of here already, either by help of the law or dead.
“Why would he come here? And why are we not calling the Order already? And why in god´s name are you calling him by his given name?” The redhead raised her wand and Neville went for it, claiming it out of her hand.
“Make up your mind right now Gin, do you trust me or not? Because Severus stays here until he´s healed. Grams will return in two days´ time.” He said the last part to Severus. Because I like saying his name, that´s why.
“Neville?”
“Yes Luna?” He said without turning away from Ginny´s angry stare.
“Is professor Snape your boyfriend?” She asked bluntly.
The room fell silent. Neville paled, Dean´s eyes widened, Seamus cursed and Ginny almost fainted, which was not something that was normal for her to do. Maybe calling him Severus was not such a great idea after all? Doh, you think?!
“Neville?” Luna asked again, since no words were coming.
“W-what? Well, he´s… I´m not… we´ve… w-what?” Neville might have been fed a babbling potion by someone. Oh god.
“You should start on the potions.” Everyone turned to Snape. “I´ll answer most of your questions when we get downstairs.”
Neville smiled in relief. But was it really relief? He wanted to know that answer too. He does not want you like that. How many times will he have to say it to your face?
Neville got up, cast another levitating spell without waiting for his friends to respond, even though he knew that Severus would probably hate this kind of transportation. It´s not like I have a choice, carrying him in front of my friends would surely get me killed from the man himself, based on the humiliation it would bring to him alone.
They had already wasted too much time talking.
When they got downstairs, Neville placed Severus in an armchair which he then levitated into the kitchen. His friends had followed him there without another word, but Neville knew they were still in a state of shock.
Neville then found the ingredients he needed; it was not that hard with Severus being there to tell him what not to use. So, he made a few mistakes, even with the damned labels. Even though Severus was beginning to become drowsy from the slow poison his mind was still functioning.
Being a spy for both sides had been good for something after all. He was used to pain, and used to coping with the stress and much worse situations. He often wondered if his life would become boring once the Dark Lord was gone.
Once he had found everything, Severus spoke. “What do you want to know?” He looked to his formers students. Hate, confusion, loathing and he couldn´t read Lovegood.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Ginny spat.
He glanced lazily to the youngest Weasley. “I ran out of antidotes for poison. Bellatrix drugged the wine which I drank. She had however intended to poison McNair. Something about taking revenge.” He answered honestly.
As Neville worked nearby he heard how much Severus tried to speak in a passive tone and leave out his usual sneer. He had to smile at that. He is trying. “But why Neville, you hate each other and you constantly tell him he´s worse at brewing than a five-year-old?” Dean had found his courage.
Severus thought for a moment. Breathe, Severus, breathe. Fuck this hurts. Don´t show weakness. “I have recently discovered that your friend has some hidden talents after he saved my life this summer once already.”
Neville coughed violently at this comment and their eyes met. Did he just? No… he clearly meant the potion, you dimwit. Severus´ eyes narrowed. Neville smirked and turned away. “Back to work Longbottom!” He growled and Neville snorted at him.
Dean and Seamus were the only ones who knew what the two men were like during classes, since Ginny was a year younger and Luna not a Gryffindor, and the two men stared from one to another. “Yes, professor…” He emphasized the last word to mock.
“You don´t need to take his crap any longer Neville. He´s a fucking murderer, just let him die, for the love of God I don´t understand why you´re helping him! He´s a -.”
“Do I dis Harry in front of you Gin?” He blurted out before he could stop himself. FUCK, fuck fuckidy-fuck!!!
“What? No, but why would you? Harry is your friend and Snape´s a low life scumbag, wh-.”
“SHUT UP!” Neville was red in the face with anger. Severus stared blankly in disbelief at his young lover. He´s not your lover!
“Oh my god.” Seamus and Dean said in unison for two different reasons.
Dean was surprised because he had never seen Neville so angry towards any friend, well; he had never seen him brew so confidently either, but still. Seamus had noticed the looks between his former professor and his friend at first with loathing, then confusion and now it finally dawned to him what this was all about.
“What?!” Ginny shouted annoyed at being left out.
“You´re Mr. X…”Seamus stated appalled by the idea.

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