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Neville's Worst Nightmare: Brewing with Snape
"So ... what have you planned for the afternoon -- besides pining away for me, of course?" Severus asked, trying to keep the chuckle out of his voice and succeeding for the most part. They were just now approaching the T-intersection of the dungeons that led to the Potions classroom on the one end, and his Potions workroom on the other. He had his arm slung over Sappho's shoulders, while she had both arms about his waist. Walking wrapped around one another this way made things a little slow going, but he wasn't in any particular hurry. They'd left the common room early enough that they wouldn't keep Linton waiting.