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I want to Snape you like an animal complete	By : Desert_Sea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 16931 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Just wanted to get another out in reasonable time, DSxx
SnapeLove – ‘I love how you connected a rising dawn and their conversation, the depth of it and the dimension it gives it. New life. New beginning. New personality. New traits. New day... And at the same time - the winter setting. Frozen ground. Everything that surrounds them is still frozen, waiting to be warmed up and melted away. To liberate.’ – well I must say I wish I’d given it as much thought as you have. I love this!! ‘Honestly, Hermione, what happened to your brain?’ – I think she might have been swept up in the moment :) ‘and will she try to do it without Neville (Merlin knows he doesn't need any more traumas)’ – indeed, but maybe she does? ;) xx

Chapter 7 - What the actual Snape?
“What do you mean, ‘you’ve worked it out’?” Neville stumbled along reluctantly behind Hermione who was forging ahead, pulling him through the shadowed hallway by the wrist. “Is he a Boggart or not?”
“Yes,” replied Hermione.
Neville huffed. “So why are we—”
“And no.”
Neville stopped dead. “No?”
Hermione tugged on him. “Please. Just one last time. I need to see him.”
“Why?”
Hermione’s brow crumpled in frustration. “I just . . .” Her lips moved but she seemed unable to state exactly what her intentions were. Finally she pulled forlornly on him. “Please, Neville?”
Neville rubbed a tired hand over his eyes before raking his fingers back through his hair. “This is the last time. Right?”
Hermione nodded earnestly.
He rolled his eyes at her pleading expression, before continuing his deliberately slow steps in the direction of the classroom.
By the time they reached the door, he could hear Hermione panting lightly and her lips were bright red, having seemingly chewed them raw in her anxiety.
He shook his head. What the hell was going on with her?
The room was empty. The cupboard was where it had always been. But Hermione stopped only a few paces in, immediately turning to him. “Please let him out.”
Neville was alarmed at the desperation in her voice.
He reached out, taking her by the elbow. “Hermione, you have to tell me what happened.”
She pulled away, crossing her arms, obviously reluctant to share.
“I’m not letting him out until you tell me,” Neville stated firmly.
Hermione’s lips twisted into a mute knot before she turned her back on him, taking a few slow steps away.
“Hermione?”
She turned back with a huff. “Snape told me that he’s been soul bonded . . . to something.”
“What? When did he say that?” Neville stared at her.
Hermione gestured vaguely toward the window. “This morning . . . when we were watching the sunrise.”
Neville’s thick brows drew in a frown of disbelief. “You were watching the sunrise with Snape? And he told you he’s been soul bonded?”
She nodded.
“Fuck off.”
“He did,” Hermione insisted.
“Well it’s obviously a trap, then.” Neville took a few steps toward the cupboard before propping his hands on his hips. “Since when did Snape tell anyone anything? He’s obviously setting you up.”
Hermione shook her head, her gaze dropping to the ground at her feet. “I don’t think so. He’s still trying to figure out who he’s been bonded to . . . I think he might be getting desperate.”
“And why would he expect you to know anything?”
“I think he . . . sensed me . . . felt me . . . touching him. The bond has made him part Boggart . . . or made the Boggart part him . . . or it’s somehow connected the two. And the awareness, the control, must have bled through.”
Neville’s head jerked back as he absorbed the story with obvious doubt. He stared at the cupboard for several long moments before whirling around to face her.
“If that’s true, why are you trying to see him again? If Snape can feel through his Boggart, if he knows everything you’ve done, then why aren’t we staying as far away from here as possible?”
Hermione raked a hand through her curls, scrubbing restlessly as though she were similarly conflicted. “But what if he doesn’t exactly know . . . not consciously . . . and what if he’s not totally . . . averse to it?”
Neville frowned in confusion. “What do you mean? Snape wants you to molest his Boggart?”
“Well he was willing . . . and he did encourage me to do it,” Hermione responded, her jaw firming with an air of defiance.
Neville lifted a hand, as though attempting to halt her line of argument. “Wait a minute. Either you’ve been molesting a creature not sentient enough to understand. Or Snape has been forcing you to get him off . . . knowingly or not. Either way this is pretty fucked up.”
Hermione blinked furiously, clearly trying to maintain her composure. “Please, Neville. I don’t want to touch him. Not like that. I just want to see him. Please.”
Neville paced restlessly. “It feels like a dumb idea . . . dangerous.”
“Just a few minutes,” Hermione begged. “Then we’ll leave. And I won’t ask to come back again. I promise.”
Neville made a low growling sound before finally relenting.
“Five minutes,” he ordered. “Then we send him back . . . somehow.”
Hermione’s face broke into a watery smile.
Neville frowned at her, perplexed about why she was so adamant . . . and so emotional. But he withdrew his wand and directed it at the cupboard. After a final glance at her face, raw lips parted in anticipation, he cast the spell.
The Boggart exited slowly this time, looking about with an air of curiosity as he emerged from the cupboard. His approach was similar, each step infused with a leisurely grace, but Hermione was ready, performing the blindfold spell with a quick flick of her wand before executing a neat twirl to wrap the dark material around the Boggart’s eyes, halting him mid-stride.
She drew a deep breath, exhaling through pursed lips.
It was time.
As she approached, Hermione felt like her chest might explode. Or cave in. She wasn’t exactly sure what had happened, but after Snape had escorted her back to the castle, she’d been unable to face attending classes, spending the entire day in her room, lying on her bed, thinking, dozing, daydreaming and ruminating. She had imagined these final moments with the Boggart, wondering how she should spend them. But in the end, when she finally reached him, all she could do was surrender to her most overwhelming compulsion, which was to simply slip her arms around his waist and rest her head against his chest.
Within moments, she felt him shift in her embrace, and suddenly his arms were wrapped around her, drawing her even closer to him.
Hermione closed her eyes, inhaling him.
“I’m so sorry,” she murmured, shuddering faintly in his embrace. “I’m so sorry that you were left to die . . . alone. I’m sorry . . . on behalf of all of us. We thought that you were gone. Please believe me. If we had known, we never would have left you. But we should have tried harder . . . we should have brought you back . . .” She snuffled against his coat. “And I admit that I did try to put you out of my mind. When I heard that you’d survived and were returning to Hogwarts, I tried my best to ignore you, to avoid the guilt that you represented. I’m not proud of that. But you were wrong about having no allies. It wasn’t just Dumbledore. There were more of us who understood the sacrifices you had made. Professor Lupin, for one. And even though it was hard for us . . . with so much fear and betrayal, we were there. And when we saw what had happened, we all yearned desperately for your survival . . . all of us. You said that the soul-bond could only manifest in a Boggart if someone wanted your survival enough. Well it happened. This Boggart is the proof. And I can’t help thinking that I feel this connection to you because maybe I had some small part to play in making it happen, in helping you to survive.” She looked up at him, at his strong nose and gentle mouth. “I just needed you to know that there is someone who cares for you.”
His hand around her shoulder squeezed gently, as he had that morning. She felt so strongly that he understood her, but perhaps this was simply her safe confession, her attempt to assuage her guilt.
Regardless, it felt like a weight had been lifted.
“You know the strange thing?” Neville’s voice came from behind her. “I actually believe you.”
Hermione didn’t move. She knew that she would be dragged away soon enough so she clung on, savouring her final moments.
“I’ll tell you why.” It sounded like he was approaching. “It’s because I don’t fear Snape anymore . . . at least not much. And still he comes out. Looking like that. Every time.”
Hermione opened her eyes, her eyelashes brushing against the dark wool of the Boggart’s coat.
“Maybe he can’t take any other form . . . because of the bond,” Neville continued, closer this time. “I didn’t tell you, but I looked. Before that first time, I peeked in the cupboard and saw him. Then after that I just assumed that Snape was still my Boggart, that I must be as scared of him as I was in first year. But now I don’t think that’s true. I think what I’ve actually been scared of is not him, but maybe my own fear, scared that I hadn’t overcome it, and that I hadn’t moved on. I think I was worried that I wasn’t really brave at all, that I was still shit-scared and hopeless.”
Hermione turned her head to look at him. “Of course you’re not, Neville. You never were.”
Neville shrugged a little. “Maybe. Maybe not. But I’ll never know with this Boggart.” He suddenly reached out a hand.
“Neville? What are you doing?”
“There’s one way to find out.” Neville grasped the blindfold. “If he can’t change into your Boggart, then that proves he’s stuck as Snape.”
With a swift jerk, he tugged the blindfold away.
Hermione looked up into the Boggart’s black eyes for the first time. And he looked down at her.
“See. It can’t change into anyone else’s fears either,” Neville scoffed.
Suddenly, the Boggart’s lip curled into a sneer and his hands moved around to brace Hermione’s shoulders. In one swift movement he shoved her away, causing her to stumble backwards.
Neville looked at the Boggart in puzzlement. “That was weird.” Then he watched as the Boggart turned and sauntered back to the cupboard. “Not sure what’s gotten into him. But at least we’ve proven once and for all that he can’t change like a real Boggart.”
He turned to address Hermione but she had one hand pressed tightly over her mouth and tears were welling in her eyes.
“Hermione? What’s wrong?” He looked back at the cupboard before returning his gaze to her. “Are you saying that that was your worst—”
With a muffled groan, she backed away before turning and running for the door.
The blindfold dropped from Neville’s fingers. “Fuck.”
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