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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: Sorry I’m slow these days. RL is hectic but I’m still here. Another little one to keep things going. DSxx
OO – ‘So he can still be boggarty when applicable’ – hahah, yeah he is still a bit boggarty . . . you’ll see I borrowed that, thanks x
KimCloud – Glad you’re enjoying it! I think this next chapter might answer a few questions for you :)
SnapeLove – ‘So basically, Snape is still boggart for both of them - and maybe that's why no one else made the connection?’ – very well reasoned, you are absolutely right. Although they may never work it out :) I really hope your work is giving you enough time to live and breathe a little xx

Chapter 8 - A Potential Snape-up
“Hermione?” Neville put his ear to her door.
There was quiet sobbing, followed by a muffled, “Leave me alone.”
He tried the door handle. Unlocked.
Tentatively opening it, he peeked in to see Hermione face down on the bed, her face buried in her pillow.
He closed the door quietly and made his way across the room, sitting on the edge of the bed beside her.
“I’m sorry.”
She didn’t respond, continuing to sob.
“I didn’t realise that you . . .” He stopped. There wasn’t a way of putting it that wasn’t likely to make things worse. “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”
A snort. Followed by more crying.
“Look,” he continued, trying to sound upbeat. “At least we know that he’s still a little bit . . . Boggarty, don’t we?”
The sobbing grew louder. It sounded like she was trying to drown him out.
He placed a hand lightly on her back, between her shoulder blades, feeling her shuddering beneath his palm. “I think I . . . I think I understand how you feel. Because sometimes I feel the same way.”
She made a bit of a choking sound before lifting her face a fraction off the pillow. “About Snape?”
He mouthed the word ‘fuck’ and rolled his eyes at himself, wishing he’d chosen his words more carefully.
“No . . . I mean I . . . I know what it’s like to worry about being alone . . . because of what happened to your parents.” Her face dipped back into the pillow where she sniffled softly. “We’re sort of similar in that way. Except that I lost mine a long time ago. But I still feel it.”
Hermione rolled her head despondently from side to side. “You don’t know how I feel.”
Neville gazed down at her and sighed. She was right. He didn’t know. But he knew that he was responsible for her current unhappiness, even if it had been unintentional. They were good friends. They’d been through a hell of a lot together. He would just need to find a way to put things right.
“Alright,” he murmured, lifting his hand from her. “Just know that I’m sorry.”
Then he left the room, locking the door behind him.
***
“Alright, Hermione, I’m going to let him out now . . . okay?”
“I don’t care.”
Neville turned to see that she was now sitting with her head resting on the desk, forehead propped on her folded arms.
“Just one more time,” he gently cajoled her. “You don’t want to leave it like that, after what happened last night, do you?”
Hermione shook her head defiantly.
Neville held in a sigh. He’d had serious trouble dragging her there. Even after confiscating her wand, it had been a battle. She’d spent the whole day in her room and even though it was clear that the last place she wanted to be was here, in the Transfiguration classroom again, he didn’t feel bad about forcing her to come. He was certain that things would be different this time. At least he hoped they would be.
“Alright . . . here I go . . .”
Dragging his eyes away from Hermione’s bowed head, Neville pointed his wand at the cupboard. But there was no need to unlock it this time, the latch was already undone. With a flick of his wrist, he flipped the door open.
There was a pause. Then from the darkness emerged Snape. He looked particularly displeased this time, a deep frown slicing through his brow. Neville’s eyes flickered to Hermione who still had her face buried in her arms. He turned back and shrugged apologetically, tapping his finger against his wrist to indicate that it had taken longer than he’d expected to get her there.
Snape stretched his neck to the side with an audible crack. Obviously it had been cramped inside the cupboard. He wasn’t a small man, after all. In fact, Neville was still shocked that he’d even agreed to do it.
“Here he comes,” Neville intonated loudly for Hermione’s benefit, then he nodded at Snape, encouraging him forward.
Hermione didn’t respond.
Neville took an involuntary step backwards as Snape loomed closer. Despite their conversation only hours earlier, one in which Neville had managed to blurt out just about everything about the Boggart and the probability of a soul bond, whilst making the interactions that he and Hermione had had with the Boggart sound far more innocent than they had been, he was still extremely intimidated by the dark wizard. Snape had hostility down to a fine art and, even though he seemed to have mellowed since before the war, and possibly as a result of the Boggart bond, the ferocity of that frown was still an instant trigger to make one shit oneself.
However, despite the galloping gait of his heart, Neville’s main concern at that moment was still Hermione. He desperately wanted to undo at least some of the damage that had been done the previous evening. And he happened to feel strongly that the only reason Snape had agreed to do it was because of her. The mention of Hermione’s name had been the point in their conversation that he’d gone from looking like he was ready to blast Neville from his office to raising an eyebrow with obvious interest.
And he was actually here, after all. Clearly unimpressed. But here.
But for what purpose?
She wasn’t paying him any attention at all. In fact, she could easily just up and leave at any moment.
“Hey look, Hermione . . .” Neville’s eyes flickered nervously between Snape and Hermione’s bowed head. “I’m going to do the Ginny hair on him this time. It’ll be a right laugh.”
“I don’t feel like laughing,” Hermione moaned into the desk.
Neville glanced at Snape. Judging by his expression, he didn’t feel like laughing either.
But Neville forged on. He needed to make her engage, otherwise all of this was for nothing.
“How about I take his clothes off?”
That’s when he heard the crackle. Jerking around, he saw the static prickles leaping like tiny bolts of blue lightning from Snape’s palm. He was getting ready to hex his bollocks off.
Neville raised his own palms in an attempt to placate the wizard who had already demonstrated that he was still devastatingly powerful. “Okay . . . no . . . scratch that . . . it looks like that won’t be happening, after all.”
Snape glowered at him, his fingers twitching menacingly.
“Hermione, please,” Neville begged, rushing to her desk. “Can’t you just give him another chance? I think it’s going to be different this time. I really do.”
“Why would it be different?” Hermione cried, lifting her head to glare at Neville through bloodshot eyes. “Why would he feel any differently about me?”
“Because that wasn’t him . . .” Neville said slowly, in an effort to make her understand. “That was you. He was just showing you your fears.”
Hermione huffed and abruptly stood up. “It’s the same thing.”
“No, it’s not.” Neville stepped around to stand between her and the classroom door. “Please, just give him another chance.”
Hermione looked over at Snape, her face contorting in pain. She shook her head. “I can’t . . . I can’t see that look in his eyes . . . not again.”
Neville finally gave up with a deflated sigh, shoving his wand back into his pocket. It was no use. She had clearly been too badly burned the first time.
“You’ll need to put a blindfold on him.”
Neville looked up at her. She was hugging herself tightly, still extremely fragile, but there was a hopeful edge to her expression.
Then he looked at Snape. It felt as though the wizard’s black gaze could easily bore a hole into his brain. So, for his own wellbeing, he snatched his wand back from his pocket, conjured a blindfold and wrapped it around Snape’s eyes, if only to bring a little relief.
“I need you to go now,” Hermione murmured. “I need to be alone with him.”
“Um . . . well . . . uh,” Neville stammered. “That’s probably not . . . I actually don’t think that’s the . . . the best idea.”
Hermione stepped up to him. “Please.”
Neville licked his lips nervously. “I really don’t think . . .”
Then, over her shoulder, Neville saw the blindfolded Snape give a single emphatic nod towards the door.
“Well . . . I suppose it’s . . . it should be okay, as long as you don’t . . .”
“Don’t what?”
Neville’s mouth opened and closed a couple of times. What the fuck could he say?
Shaking his head dumbly he simply grabbed Hermione by the hand and squeezed it, trying to convey everything that was churning around like a pit of terror inside him. She smiled faintly in response.
What the fuck was he doing? What would happen if they . . .?
Snape’s head inclined again in the direction of the door.
“Fuck,” Neville muttered. Then he turned and strode away, turning the door handle and, with one final worried glance back at the room, yanked it open and exited with a bang.
Hermione stared after him. What had that been about? Had he wanted to stay? And watch?
Removing her wand she locked and warded the door. Finally she turned back to the Snape Boggart, standing quietly, hands by his sides.
This was it. The last time. With him. Alone.
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