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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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When Neville opened the door and stepped out of the room the hallways were dark and quiet, just like he had hoped for. Thank you Morgana, at least I have some kind of luck today. “Come on then, quickly.” That order received him ´the Snape gaze`; sneer and quirked eyebrow style, but Neville felt brave enough to simply roll his eye at the older man.
The door closed and they waited for a minute quietly before Severus opened the door again, Neville hoped that the wizard had asked the room to see to his needs so to speak, thinking about what the two men had been doing today maybe that phrase shouldn´t be used at this very moment, Neville thought shuddering.
What the hell was I thinking and what happens when someone finds out about the two of us? Stop it Neville, there is no ´us´ and it´s if they find out not when, I doubt that Severus would tell. Severus, great you twit, now you´re even calling him that in your own damn head!
“Hearing voices and talking to yourself are never good signs.” Severus drawled with a smirk plastered across his pale face. Neville scowled; he really had to stop doing that.
“A man needs to talk to someone intelligent once in a while.” He responded feeling quite satisfied having come up with that, but Severus was obviously not impressed with his sense of humor.
“Then I really don´t understand why you would be speaking to yourself.” Neville fought his hand to not slap Severus.
“Fuck you.” Neville mumbled.
“What was that?” Severus demanded knowing, when he had found the pensieve and began taking out the memories he needed.
“I said fuck you!” Neville raised his voice so Severus could hear him this time. Severus laughed while he placed down the vial with the last memory on the table which held the pensive too.
“I already did, and judging from the noises you practically ruined my hearing with, you seemed to enjoy that very much indeed.” Neville walked to stand beside the other man before answering him.
“You´re one to talk. You were louder than a woman in labor. Never really pictured you to be a screamer, funny considering who you are, even funnier when you think about who you fucked, don´t you think?” Neville was pleased with his retort, especially since Severus suddenly had color to his cheekbones, only time would tell if it was from embarrassment or anger.
Severus glared at Neville. “Should I take that as a compliment?”
“What?” Neville asked feeling confused.
“The fact that you obviously pictured me having sex with you?” Severus smirked to his left where Neville was standing. The younger man turned scarlet.
“That´s not what I meant!” Neville took a deep breath. “Damn it Snape, you always do that!”
“Do what?” His eyebrow rose along with the intonation of the question.
Neville´s hands went up in the air before he rested one in his hair and the other on his hip. “Put words into your students´ mouths to make it mean what you want it to mean; into my mouth!”
Neville should have known from the look he received what was coming next. “Would you prefer it, if I put something else there instead?”
“You… arrrgh… you´re impossible… or maybe you´re just a horny, old man…” Neville yelled.
“Well, I wasn´t before, not really.” Severus drawled.
“Before what?” Neville snapped.
“Before we spent this day together.” Severus was busy preparing the pensieve and the order in which he would show Neville the memories, so he didn´t see Neville´s face; the shock written across it.
Did he just admit that I was the reason that he was now horny? And why in the name of Merlin´s beard do I even care if he is? It´s not like we´re ever, ever going to have sex again, God no, and heaven forbid it. That´s right Neville, you stand your ground, even if it is to pretend you didn´t love having his huge cock up your arse. Neville sighed. Oh no you don´t, you are not interested in him. He´s your professor, he´s way too old for you, you hate each other, not to mention he´s a damn murderer.
“Stop talking to yourself and man up instead!” Severus had had enough. “You have shown me today that you are not the weak arse student you were when you entered Hogwarts the first time. You have not let me intimidate you once, not even before you disarmed me. Any man without confidence would not have done that, so stop acting like a damn queer.” He glanced at Neville. “I´m a murderer, not even Arthur Weasley would have been this relaxed around me. That´s confidence.”
Neville knew this was true, but he simply could not explain why he had acted this way at all. It made no sense, because he had always hated his potions professor, not counting the few times he had had those dreams. But we´re not getting into that! That was just a boy being curios, that´s all. It had absolutely nothing to do with his professor´s manly and raw looks, the way he demanded respect everywhere he went, how brilliant of a mind he had, nor did it have anything to do with his dark and sensual voice. Drawl was what he did; there was nothing sensual about it! Fuck.
Neville licked his lips and stared at Severus, his eyes landing on thin, dry lips before gliding upwards to meet dark eyes. Severus offered something between a smile and a smirk before speaking. “No, I do not kiss. So don´t even think about it.”
“Why not?” The words broke out from between his lips sounded too much of a whine, before he had the chance to stop them. ´You idiot.´
“It´s too personal.” Was the short reply.
“Excuse me? We just had sex and kissing is too personal? What are you, eight?” Severus´ eyes narrowed and he drew in a breath and exhaled it slowly.
“Everyone I´ve ever kissed ended up dead.” He said honestly, if only to shut up the young wizard.
“Wow. You must really suck at it then.” Neville laughed and leant against the wall watching Severus´ chest rise and fall rapidly. He was obviously furious.
“If you´re quite done, I would like to show you the first memory now?” Neville nodded and wiped away the tears from laughing so hard, so he could see clearly again. Severus uncorked the vial and poured the liquid memory into the pensieve. “Put your head into it, I will follow you. We can move without being seen or heard. No speaking until we´re done.” Neville nodded again and dropped his head into the substance.
A young girl with flaming red locks ran around in a field with a dark-haired boy. They seemed the same age and they were laughing and chasing butterflies. “Lily this way, I want to go to the river.” The girl stopped and smiled. “Okay Sev, will you show me some more magic then? I´ve been practicing but the Gryffindor first years are not nearly as good as you.” “Of course they´re not.” Lily slapped his arm and he tickled her. They reached a tree by the stream of water flowing beside it and sat down. “I´m glad you´re my best friend Sev, I just wish we were in the same house.” “Me too princess.” He shoved her shoulder with his own to make the awkward moment pass.
They were back and Severus replaced that memory with another and gestured Neville to dip his head again, so he did.
They met up with a young Severus, he looked Neville´s age. They were in a narrow and dark corridor listening outside a door. A women´s voice broke the silence, the voice sounded weird, strained in a way.”…one cannot live…” Neville had a hard time concentrating; he was staring at the young Severus instead, he looked so different, and yet precisely the same.
The scenery changed as two memories seemed to have been combined.
“My Lord that is what I heard.” Voldemort was there, Neville almost went for him, but a hand held him back. “Very good Severus, you will do well with me, I´m sure of it.” “You promise to not harm Lily, my Lord, yes?” Voldemort stared at the younger man. “Not unless I must.” Severus bowed.
Another paired up memory came to view.
“Noooooooooo, Lily. Please forgive me, I´m sorry my love. I never meant to cause this. I´m sorry my princess, I´m so sorry.” The young Severus was holding Harry´s dead mother in his arms in what Neville figured was Harry´s room. He had never seen his professor show any emotions before, let alone cry. To have him share these things with him made him feel, important? It made Severus appear almost human, almost.
The next memory popped up soon after.
“Yes I promise to look out for the boy, to keep him safe. Please just let me do something to help. I don´t want her death to mean nothing.” A younger Dumbledore was talking to Severus who was begging and crying. It seemed that Dumbledore allowed Severus to turn into a spy to watch over Harry, to pay for what happened to Harry´s mother. ´So this is why he began teaching? This is why he hates Harry? Because he reminds him of his own mistake that cost Lily her life. Everyone else in the Order thought it was because Harry looked like his father.´
They returned to the Room of Requirements once more, and before Neville could speak his mind, Severus had pushed his head back into the pensieve and Neville followed.
“You old fool. I told you to wait for me before trying to destroy the Horcrux. Now look what the hell you have done.” It was weird having to look at two Severus´ at the same age at the same time. ´Like it wasn´t weird to look at a young and an older one!´ ”How long, Severus?” The headmaster asked. “Perhaps a year.” Severus said.
Next scenery came into view.
“I assume Draco is the one Voldemort wanted to use to kill me, yes?” Dumbledore asked and Severus nodded. “Then you must take his place.” “WHAT! Have you lost your bloody mind?” The old man held up his hands. “You know as well as I do, if Draco does this his life will change, he can never go back. I´m already heading to the beyond, a few months earlier will make no difference Severus. I must ask this last favor of you, yes?” Severus didn´t speak but he nodded gloomily.
When Neville dropped out of the last memory he vomited onto the floor on Severus´ shoes of all places. Severus leaned over and reached into Neville´s robes for a wand while he was in shock from what he had just learned. Severus cast a cleaning spell and led Neville to sit down while he conjured a glass of water. Neville took it but didn´t drink. “W-why have you never…” He gulped down half the water. “You carried this around for so many years? You let everyone hate and mock you? This is why you distance yourself from everyone?”
“Don´t pretend to care. I brought this on, it´s my own doing and I will pay the price. This is how it must be.” Severus drawled like it was the easiest thing in the whole world.
“You joggled Voldemort and Dumbledore, you protected Harry, you kept a professor´s job and were head of house at the same time? No wonder you are always so pissed off. And students complain about NEWTs and that´s just a few subjects.” Neville shook his head.
“You´re incredible.” He admitted honestly. Severus´ features changed as Neville looked at him in genuine awe seemingly impressed.
“Don´t make me out to be someone I´m not Neville.” Neville got up and stood in front of Severus. Their eyes locked. Neville smiled at Severus. Then he hugged him. He didn´t know what possessed him to do it, but after having seen what he had, he knew that Severus needed a hug, maybe he would never admit to it, but with that kind of life Neville figured that human contact was lacking. It was an awkward hug, one-sided and stiff. Neville let go.
“Let´s try this again shall we, this time you lift your arms and wrap them around me.” Neville leaned in again.
“Neville, this is ridiculous.”
“Do it!” And so Severus´ arms were suddenly raised and maybe it would never clarify as a real hug, but it was close enough to satisfy Neville and he released Severus. “What do you need?” His Gryffindor spirit burst out of him. Severus gave a weak sort of smile.
“I need you to leave so I can find what I came here for, the less you know the better should you get caught by Death eaters.” Neville stared. “Other Death eaters then.” Neville nodded.
“You will let me know if you need my help?” Severus looked at the young wizard. Leave it to a Gryffindor to go from pure hatred, to lust and then to forgiveness and offering friendship in a heartbeat. He simply nodded.
“Why are you still here anyway, didn´t school cancel exams and send the students home weeks ago?” Neville nodded again.
“Some of us offered to stay behind and help out with the Order. We figured since so many of the members were already gathered around Hogwarts we might as well have meetings of preparation here. I´ll be leaving for home in two days.”
“Makes sense.” Severus spoke. “You should leave now, I already wasted enough time.” Severus sighed when he noticed the hurt look across Neville´s face as he spoke those words. “That´s not what I meant. I didn´t…” He took a deep breath. “I don´t regret it. What we did.” Neville couldn´t control the smile he offered and Severus shook his head and snorted. Neville shifted awkwardly on the spot before heading for the door.
He turned around. “Take care of yourself Severus.”
“You too.” Severus blinked.
“I´ll see you around then?” Neville asked awkwardly.
Severus returned Neville´s gaze. “I hope so.” And with that Neville left the room. He had entered the Room of Requirements earlier today with Snape, and now when exiting he left Severus behind, fate was funny that way. He really hoped Severus would be alright, but then again why wouldn´t he? He had managed for years before Neville came along, and as Neville thought about the next time he would run into the older man, he felt butterflies dancing around inside his stomach and smiled.

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