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Yup! Another fanart from another amazing fanfiction! Thehee~

This time is a SSHG fanfiction called "Falling Further In" by Kaz2
Its an old fanfiction, and unfinished
It has great plot and everything, I like how the author write Hermione and Snape's character. and once again, too bad it's discontinued

Anyway, I'm not really liking the fact that snape looked too young and anime style in this drawing, and his nose -_-"

But that's my drawing style, so enjoy

This is the scene from chapter 1, well, here's the scene that inspired me to draw:

"...dead, Miss Granger. Dead and quite rotted away by now. You won't be rushing into your mother's arms for comfort any time soon. Not that she had any arms by the time she died."

The sound which escaped Hermione made even Snape, who had been hoping for it, flinch. Then she went for him.

Grateful that he had managed to remove her wand from her sleeve before she entered the staff room, he weathered the storm as best he could. He acquired a number of minor injuries before finally she collapsed against him, dry sobs racking her body. Feeling inadequate in the face of all this raw, needy emotion, he cast a helpless look to where he knew Dumbledore, Lupin and Black stood but when no help was forthcoming he was forced to offer what clumsy comfort was in his power. She was still hitting him occasionally; self-defence made him wrap her in her arms and hold her close before it could occur to her to geld him. While slight, she was fighting him all the way and eventually he settled them both on the floor in an indecorous knot of legs and let her wear herself out against him, while trying not to notice that the bane of his Potions class had developed breasts.

As the appalling noise tailed away, Hermione's face came into view through the wild abandon of her hair, which had escaped confinement. As he glimpsed her lost, grief-ravaged face there was a moment when Snape's own expression was nakedly revealing.

"Oh, child." Drawing her back into his arms, he settled her face against his shoulder. Rocking her as she quietly began to cry cleansing tears, he murmured comforting nonsense over and over in the flexible voice which was his trade mark and which he had learnt over the years to use to great effect.

Description
Yup! Another fanart from another amazing fanfiction! Thehee~

This time is a SSHG fanfiction called "Falling Further In" by Kaz2
Its an old fanfiction, and unfinished
It has great plot and everything, I like how the author write Hermione and Snape's character. and once again, too bad it's discontinued

Anyway, I'm not really liking the fact that snape looked too young and anime style in this drawing, and his nose -_-"

But that's my drawing style, so enjoy

This is the scene from chapter 1, well, here's the scene that inspired me to draw:

"...dead, Miss Granger. Dead and quite rotted away by now. You won't be rushing into your mother's arms for comfort any time soon. Not that she had any arms by the time she died."

The sound which escaped Hermione made even Snape, who had been hoping for it, flinch. Then she went for him.

Grateful that he had managed to remove her wand from her sleeve before she entered the staff room, he weathered the storm as best he could. He acquired a number of minor injuries before finally she collapsed against him, dry sobs racking her body. Feeling inadequate in the face of all this raw, needy emotion, he cast a helpless look to where he knew Dumbledore, Lupin and Black stood but when no help was forthcoming he was forced to offer what clumsy comfort was in his power. She was still hitting him occasionally; self-defence made him wrap her in her arms and hold her close before it could occur to her to geld him. While slight, she was fighting him all the way and eventually he settled them both on the floor in an indecorous knot of legs and let her wear herself out against him, while trying not to notice that the bane of his Potions class had developed breasts.

As the appalling noise tailed away, Hermione's face came into view through the wild abandon of her hair, which had escaped confinement. As he glimpsed her lost, grief-ravaged face there was a moment when Snape's own expression was nakedly revealing.

"Oh, child." Drawing her back into his arms, he settled her face against his shoulder. Rocking her as she quietly began to cry cleansing tears, he murmured comforting nonsense over and over in the flexible voice which was his trade mark and which he had learnt over the years to use to great effect.