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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: Okay, since the next chapter might be a while, I will give you this, which considering I posted yesterday too is rather nice of me, don´t you think?
Yes, I know, I´m evil, annoying and horrible leaving you hanging like this - but so is Snape and we still love him ;-)
Thank you for reviewing, still loving that!

Neville walked casually into the Gryffindor common room where he was met by two of his best friends, Seamus and Dean. Since Harry, Ron and Hermione had left; the three had become a team and almost never went anywhere alone. It might have been out of fear, but that was of course not something they had ever mentioned to one another, they were after all 16, all three turning 17 during this summer. One could argue that having a raving lunatic threatening the entire wizarding community would allow you to utter the words ´I´m scared´, but these three young men had non-verbally agreed to not talk about that, not right now anyway.
Things had been that way for a month now, a very long tiring month of despair, grief and hopelessness. Their cherished headmaster had been murdered and buried, the Golden trio suddenly left everyone behind in wonder; where did they go and are they coming back? The professors didn´t know much more than they did, if they did, well they weren´t sharing the news anyway. On top of that Voldemort seemed to be getting stronger.
The Order was torn. Of course everyone believed Harry when he said that Snape was the one who murdered Dumbledore in cold blood, hell, most had been waiting for a moment like this, if only to say ´I told you the git was evil.´ Most were saddened by this too, Snape had been their, well friend would be the wrong word to use since the majority really never bothered getting to know him at all, and the few who tried Snape never let into his private life. But he had been their ally at least.
Dumbledore had trusted him with his life, and as far as the Order and everyone else knew, that trust was exactly what had cost Dumbledore his life in the end.
Neville knew why Severus had not befriended anyone now, he could relate to why the potions master had chosen the solitude, really he could, but had it been him in his position he would never be able to do the same. He was Neville Longbottom and he needed friends, not a lot of them was necessary for him to have to be content, not when he seemed to have found the right ones, but still.
Neville was never one to brag or to be the center of attention, he liked being the one his friends confided in when they were in trouble, felt heartbroken or the opposite. He enjoyed the talks into the early mornings about nothing and everything once in a while. He liked the noise and the quiet too, and he appreciated his friends understanding and respecting his wishes when he wanted to be alone without being bombarded with questions. He was Neville Longbottom and to his friends that was alright.
Until today Neville had been content with his life, even though his parents were not really ´there´, even though the rest of his family had thought him a squib before his attending Hogwarts, even though he had to fight extra hard to learn new magic compared to his friends, even though he was tormented, ridiculed and shouted at by his least favorite professor, Neville had been content.
Spending the day with just that said professor; Severus Snape, had changed him or at least his own opinion of his life anyway. The man, whom he thought hated him, found him attractive. So attractive that he had had sex with Neville in fact. The man had even complimented Neville on his ´talents.´ The man, who never compliments anyone, that man had also trusted Neville with his memories; his private life which only the deceased headmaster had known about before tonight, when Neville had been allowed a small peak inside the mind of the most hated man he had ever known, only outdone by Voldemort himself naturally.
Neville hadn´t been paying attention to his friends´ conversation and was rewarded with a slap on his left shoulder from Dean. “Hey Nev, are you with us mate?” Neville blinked.
“Sorry, I was just…”
“Alrig´ spill. Who´s the lucky one, eh?” Seamus moved his eyebrows up and down and grinned.
“N-no one.” Neville mumbled but his friends were not buying it. Neville took a sip of his pumpkin juice absentmindedly, while Seamus spoke again trying to get his distracted friend´s attention.
“So I sucked Snape´s cock toda´, ran into ´im in Hogsmeade…”
Neville sprayed juice out through his nose and soaked his clothes with this gesture too. Dean had to slap his back to help him stop coughing. “Breathe Nev, just relax mate. Damn it Seamus you nearly killed him, you know how sensitive Nev is about that twit.”
“Sorry mate, jus´ trying to get ya´ to notice me.” He laughed. Neville nodded after breathing normally again.
“What time did you suck him then?” His friends shared a look. “I was just wondering if it was before or after I had my way with him.” Dean and Seamus snorted with laughter at Neville´s joke. If only they knew. I wonder if they would still be my friends if they did know? Neville smiled but on the inside he was not smiling at all.
They spend the rest of that evening talking, joking and playing games before heading to bed. They had an early start tomorrow, as Dean had explained to Neville that they were going home a day earlier than planned, which was fine by Neville, because that meant that the three of them would be spending the entire summer together at Neville´s house.
Both Dean and Seamus´ parents would be visiting them there a couple of times. Seamus´ mother didn´t want him to return to Hogwarts at all, but he had put his foot down and she had relented. Dean´s however, trusted him and the school blindly so to them it was not a problem really.
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When Neville woke up the next morning Seamus and Dean were still very must asleep. He stretched and placed his hands behind his head trying to recall the dream he had had.
“Mr. Longbottom, that earned you another detention today. If I didn´t know any better I would say you did it just to have me all alone.” Snape quirked a brow as the rest of the students laughed, his own friends giving him encouraging smiles instead. Neville was so tired of this bullying madness and he straightened up before retorting his angry professor.
“Oh I´m sorry, I´ve been such a bad boy, professor.” The room fell silent, nobody dared to even breathe. Snape leaned down breathing rapidly eyes blazing with fire. Wait a minute, was that lust Neville saw? Snape was turned on by this? Neville waited for the consequences to his provoking attitude.
“Get out of my classroom this instant, Longbottom.” He spat and pointed to the door beside the one leading to where Snape kept the potion´s ingredients for his classes.
“Wait for me inside and you have better wipe that smile away from your disgusting, Gryffindor face!” He yelled the last words. Spit flew everywhere and some hit Neville´s face, but somehow he was not disgusted by that, he had never been more turned on than at this precise moment in fact. Everyone was staring; even some of the Slytherins looked frightened before Malfoy said.
“Where should we bury your corpse Longbottom?” That broke the silence and the Slytherins snorted with laughter while the Gryffindors were outraged.
“BACK TO WORK!” Snape yelled at the top of his lungs, before heading to his private office to meet Longbottom. He turned to his students.
“Should I need to come in here to stop any stupidities you might consider ´fun´, I can assure you there will be someone to bury!” The door slammed shut and Neville who was standing up eyeing Snape´s bookshelf jumped.
“Don´t touch my books, Longbottom!” Neville turned around and gulped as his professor took his seat behind the desk.
He felt exhilarated but fearful at the same time; he took a deep breath before deciding to trust his own ability to read people, even though nobody else seemed to be able to do so when it came to this man in particular.
“Would you like me to touch something else of yours instead, Professor?” He took a deep breath watching Snape carefully. Would he explode or simply ridicule him?
“What did you say to me, Longbottom? Did you just…” Snape´s eyes narrowed.
“I knew you Gryffindors were pathetic but honestly, offering sexual favors to improve grades… that´s vile, even from you…” The latter then.
´Think Neville, think. What gets Snape angry?´ He took a moment. ´Of course, stupidity always demands a negative reaction from the man. So how to get a positive one?´
Most would of course state that nothing could make this man positive, but everyone has something, even Voldemort who seems to get off on other people being tortured. ´What do I know about Snape, really? Sure he likes to reticule students but that´s hardly inflicting physical pain, he has always stopped fights when passing them handing out detentions for ´acting childish´. His smirk comes on when another professor asks him for a favor, as if they are annoying him with their mere presence, but since they continue to ask him for favors chances are that he actually does them, without being happy to do so, maybe it´s loyalty then. In fact, the only times Neville had ever seen Snape do something right away without another word is when he´s being told to do it. THAT`S IT! Snape is used to following orders, from Dumbledore and from Voldemort too.´ Neville smiled confidently and leaned against Snape´s desk.
“Come here.” He told the older man, eyes piercing his, awaiting either hell or something else.
He watched as Snape took a deep breath, sneered and when he´s about to snap back at him Neville spoke again. “I said get your arse over here Snape!”
Snape´s cheekbones looked like they have both been slapped, he might be suffocating too judging from how often his chest moved up and down. Neville´s eyes then followed Snape´s body as it moved from the chair to stand in front of the desk beside him.
“What the fuck do you think...” Snape started before Neville interrupted.
“Did I tell you to speak, Snape?” Snape´s mouth did something weird, a motion between a smirk and confusion.
“Kneel.” Neville got up from the desk and watched Snape´s eyes widen when he unzipped his own pants and let them fall. Snape is… panting? ´Oh God yes.´
Neville leaned closer to the man´s ear. “Is there something wrong with your hearing?” Neville could hear him breathing and a gasp escaped his teacher´s mouth. He dropped to his knees. `Don´t faint, don´t faint…`
“I´m sure you know what to do now. Mm?” `Fuck, how am I still standing up?´ Snape reached up and pulled Neville´s huge cock out - and this is when Neville woke up.
Neville wondered if the real Snape is like that man in his dream, he sighed and walked to the bathroom to take care of the throbbing cock imprisoned in his pajamas, before heading for breakfast and then home closely followed by Dean and Seamus.
It´s going to be a long summer if these dreams keeps visiting him every night.

Is anyone else also panting?
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