Head in his hands, he finally spoke. "I don't want to lose you. Like I lost…" He started shaking his head. Sarah was slightly teary. Snape had made her considerably distressed, even if she had faith in Neville not to tell.
She leaned her head against his shoulder, folding inward. "If some else finds out, what do we do?"
"I assume I would be sacked."
Sarah lifted her head, looking him in the eyes. "I'm sorry. I didn't want this to happen."
He put his arm around her, reassuringly. "It isn't your fault. I think you should go back to your common room. It's late to be wandering the corridors."
Reluctantly, Sarah stood. "Sev- Professor?"
"Yes?"
She made a slight choking sound through her tears, resulting in a grimace. "Nevermind."
