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This is a fan art for an amazing fanfiction called Pet Project by Caeria. I'm actually not a very big fan of Severus Snape and Hermione Granger pairing, but after reading the fanfiction, I just can't stop reading fanfictions about that pairing. Its contagious

So, while waiting for the next chapter update, I decide to draw one of my favorites moment from the Pet Project. I haven't colored it yet, but enjoy!

Pet Project by Caeria
Chapter 32 : Inappropriate

It's like I'm freezing from the inside out.

She shivered again, unable to stop her quick intake of breath. The sound was soft, the barest inhalation, but in the silence of the room, it sounded like thunder.

Snape's head snapped up, his eyes like black pits in the gloom of the room. Hermione shivered again. She had no doubt now that Snape was the cause of this. If Winter could be said to have a look, it was there in his eyes. How in the name of all that was Holy did he hold all that in when he confronted Dawlish in the Great Hall earlier? How had Dawlish not seen it?

They stared at each other for long minutes – Snape blinking at her as if she was some conjured phantasm – Hermione because she was afraid to either move or speak, unsure how he would react to either action.

"Are you real?" His voice was hoarse and rusty sounding, not at all like his usual smooth baritone. She wondered briefly what Dawlish had made of that.

"Yes."

Description
This is a fan art for an amazing fanfiction called Pet Project by Caeria. I'm actually not a very big fan of Severus Snape and Hermione Granger pairing, but after reading the fanfiction, I just can't stop reading fanfictions about that pairing. Its contagious

So, while waiting for the next chapter update, I decide to draw one of my favorites moment from the Pet Project. I haven't colored it yet, but enjoy!

Pet Project by Caeria
Chapter 32 : Inappropriate

It's like I'm freezing from the inside out.

She shivered again, unable to stop her quick intake of breath. The sound was soft, the barest inhalation, but in the silence of the room, it sounded like thunder.

Snape's head snapped up, his eyes like black pits in the gloom of the room. Hermione shivered again. She had no doubt now that Snape was the cause of this. If Winter could be said to have a look, it was there in his eyes. How in the name of all that was Holy did he hold all that in when he confronted Dawlish in the Great Hall earlier? How had Dawlish not seen it?

They stared at each other for long minutes – Snape blinking at her as if she was some conjured phantasm – Hermione because she was afraid to either move or speak, unsure how he would react to either action.

"Are you real?" His voice was hoarse and rusty sounding, not at all like his usual smooth baritone. She wondered briefly what Dawlish had made of that.

"Yes."