Hey, guys, another one! I got this idea to pair up Nerville and Snape searching around for
things… *very innocent smile* So, this is the first chapter, this is not the bed scene yet, so
wait patiently. There will be some maybe in the next chapter. Don't kill me, that's not nice…
*big puppy eyes*
Now… Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling, sooo, I think, that is enough, you know the rest
already.
Lover Snape
Chapter one
It was almost midnight - Nerville thought unhappily. He had another detention. A detention
from Snape! The man was then times worse than it was before after he came back from the
Dark Lord. He toke pleasure of tormenting him. Too much pleasure. It looked like he was
tormenting just him…
He stopped outside the door, and toke a deep breath. Well. The longer he stays outside the
longer it will take to do what Snape has for him.
The door opened instantly, and Snape smirked down at him.
"Well, well, well, Mr. Longbottom, how nice from you to show up…" He smirked, and
guided the boy in the classroom.
Nerville blushed. Well, Snape haven't changed a bit. How unlucky for him… He tried to
erase the shaking of his hands, but he couldn't do it. As usual.
"Well. I need you to clear up my cupboards. If you find anything useful, well, then put it on
my desk." Then he sat on his chair, and started to write something.
Nerville gulped. That was the first time Snape stayed in the same room with him. He usually
went back to the teacher's chambers.
Slowly he opened the door of the cupboard, and bit his lips, not to cry out. The cupboard was
full of spiders and old vials. Slowly he pushed his hands in, and toke out the first vial. Scared
spiders run out of the cupboard.
Nerville started to sort the vials out, when Snape started to talk.
"I knew your parents." He said softly. Nerville dropped a vial. Snape got up, and helped him
gather the things up. "They were very good aurors, you know." He said softly.
Nerville paled.
"Don't. Don't ever start it! Leave my parents alone!!!" He shouted. He didn't even noticed he
was crying.
"I need to ask something." He said softly, and toke Nerville's hand.
"I don't want you to ask anything!" Nerville whimpered. "You love to torture me, don't you?"
Nerville wiped his tears, and glared at the man in front of him. "Well, leave me alone! And
leave my parents be!"
Snape sighed.
"I can't. I have something to say to you." Nerville gaped at Snape. He had… emotions? No.
Something really bad had to happened. His blood run cold in his veins. Snape looked at him.
"Nerville, your parents died this afternoon…"
"No!" Nerville felt his tears return. It couldn't be! Why isn't Dumbledore saying it? Yes, this
must be a joke! "You liar! You dare to joke like that?" Nerville pushed against Snape, and
Snape fell on his back. His scowl started to come back, but he shook his head.
"Nerville, please…" He got back to his feet, but Nerville bolted for the door. He got out.
Snape followed him. "Nerville, please come back here!" He shouted, but the boy wasn't
paying attention. He sighed. Albus was right. The boy was frightened of him. Maybe he was
right. He shouldn't have tormented the boy for years. Now he thinks, he is just a…
He heard a whimper. Slowly he neared a dark corner. Nerville was sitting there, hugging his
knees and crying uncontrollably.
Slowly he sat beside the small, blonde boy, and looked at him.
Nerville buried his face between his knees, and shook. Snape slowly embraced him, and toke
him in his lap. Nerville cringed, but cried even more. Snape sighed. He tightened his arms,
and let the boy's head rest on his shoulder. Slowly he got up, and started to walk.
"I'm going to bring you to Dumbledore. Cry out yourself."
Nerville felt the soft, warm embrace. Funny, he thought that Snape will be the worst, but
now… He was extremely sensitive. All he wanted to do was to cry. And Snape let him. On his
shoulder. He couldn't believe it!
~oO@Oo~
TBC
~oO@Oo~
Well? Feedback, please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
things… *very innocent smile* So, this is the first chapter, this is not the bed scene yet, so
wait patiently. There will be some maybe in the next chapter. Don't kill me, that's not nice…
*big puppy eyes*
Now… Harry Potter belongs to J. K. Rowling, sooo, I think, that is enough, you know the rest
already.
Lover Snape
Chapter one
It was almost midnight - Nerville thought unhappily. He had another detention. A detention
from Snape! The man was then times worse than it was before after he came back from the
Dark Lord. He toke pleasure of tormenting him. Too much pleasure. It looked like he was
tormenting just him…
He stopped outside the door, and toke a deep breath. Well. The longer he stays outside the
longer it will take to do what Snape has for him.
The door opened instantly, and Snape smirked down at him.
"Well, well, well, Mr. Longbottom, how nice from you to show up…" He smirked, and
guided the boy in the classroom.
Nerville blushed. Well, Snape haven't changed a bit. How unlucky for him… He tried to
erase the shaking of his hands, but he couldn't do it. As usual.
"Well. I need you to clear up my cupboards. If you find anything useful, well, then put it on
my desk." Then he sat on his chair, and started to write something.
Nerville gulped. That was the first time Snape stayed in the same room with him. He usually
went back to the teacher's chambers.
Slowly he opened the door of the cupboard, and bit his lips, not to cry out. The cupboard was
full of spiders and old vials. Slowly he pushed his hands in, and toke out the first vial. Scared
spiders run out of the cupboard.
Nerville started to sort the vials out, when Snape started to talk.
"I knew your parents." He said softly. Nerville dropped a vial. Snape got up, and helped him
gather the things up. "They were very good aurors, you know." He said softly.
Nerville paled.
"Don't. Don't ever start it! Leave my parents alone!!!" He shouted. He didn't even noticed he
was crying.
"I need to ask something." He said softly, and toke Nerville's hand.
"I don't want you to ask anything!" Nerville whimpered. "You love to torture me, don't you?"
Nerville wiped his tears, and glared at the man in front of him. "Well, leave me alone! And
leave my parents be!"
Snape sighed.
"I can't. I have something to say to you." Nerville gaped at Snape. He had… emotions? No.
Something really bad had to happened. His blood run cold in his veins. Snape looked at him.
"Nerville, your parents died this afternoon…"
"No!" Nerville felt his tears return. It couldn't be! Why isn't Dumbledore saying it? Yes, this
must be a joke! "You liar! You dare to joke like that?" Nerville pushed against Snape, and
Snape fell on his back. His scowl started to come back, but he shook his head.
"Nerville, please…" He got back to his feet, but Nerville bolted for the door. He got out.
Snape followed him. "Nerville, please come back here!" He shouted, but the boy wasn't
paying attention. He sighed. Albus was right. The boy was frightened of him. Maybe he was
right. He shouldn't have tormented the boy for years. Now he thinks, he is just a…
He heard a whimper. Slowly he neared a dark corner. Nerville was sitting there, hugging his
knees and crying uncontrollably.
Slowly he sat beside the small, blonde boy, and looked at him.
Nerville buried his face between his knees, and shook. Snape slowly embraced him, and toke
him in his lap. Nerville cringed, but cried even more. Snape sighed. He tightened his arms,
and let the boy's head rest on his shoulder. Slowly he got up, and started to walk.
"I'm going to bring you to Dumbledore. Cry out yourself."
Nerville felt the soft, warm embrace. Funny, he thought that Snape will be the worst, but
now… He was extremely sensitive. All he wanted to do was to cry. And Snape let him. On his
shoulder. He couldn't believe it!
~oO@Oo~
TBC
~oO@Oo~
Well? Feedback, please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!