miss foley of hp hogwarts

Ace and Snape were standing on the third floor terrace, which was the terrace outside Mr. and Mrs. Foley's bedroom.

Rose vines climbed up the terrace, and the delicate red blossoms were dotted on the white marble railings.

Ace picked up a rose with her hand, and her index finger was scratched by a sharp thorn. A bright red blood droplet emerged, but she ignored it.

"Severus, you know, my father planted this for my mother. He said that my mother's lips are like roses." Ace seemed to be staring at the flower in his hand, but his eyes were actually distracted, "But now she - —Looks like a stranger."

Ace tightened his fingers, the rose in his hand was crushed, and pink juice mixed with blood flowed.

Snape silently took Ace's hand and led her into the bedroom.

Snape's long hair hung softly on both sides of his face. He gently opened Ace's fingers, used the light to pick out the thorns in her palm, and applied white moss essence on the wound on the girl's palm. It heals gradually under the influence of fragrance.

Ace watched Snape doing all this silently, "Severus, I got you involved in these things. Maybe I shouldn't have met you in the first place."

Snape raised his eyes, looked at Ace, and showed a gentle smile, which was rare on his face, "If it weren't for you, I should be one of them now."

"Ace, the night is inevitably dark and cool, but there must be light as we move forward." Snape stared at Ace steadily, his voice like gurgling water, like the winter wind blowing through the canopy of green pine trees, "You are my light. "

"I only have you, Severus." Ace threw himself into Snape's arms and hugged him tightly. "No matter what happens, you will protect yourself, promise me."

"Yes, I promise." Snape put a hand on the back of Ace's head and rested his chin on the top of her head, his eyes full of tenderness.

The girl on the bed sat up suddenly and let out a scream.

Nightmares haunt Ace. When she closes her eyes, she sees the corpses in Diagon Alley, the fear of suffocation, the unfamiliar faces under the white sheets, and the tragic death of her parents in her imagination.

All fear overwhelmed her at this moment.

Snape was awakened by Ace's late-night scream. He rushed into the girl's room and hugged her with a frightened face.

"I'm here, Ace, I'm here."

"S-Severus?"

The girl was dazed, her pupils were dilated, and her whole body was haggard. This look like a frightened deer deeply hurt Snape. He kissed Ace's tear-stained cheek and comforted her.

At night, Snape could even feel Ace's trembling body in his arms from time to time, as if he had encountered something that frightened her. He had to take out the tranquilizer and feed it into her mouth, which made her feel more stable.

The next day, Ace woke up smelling the breath of absinthe, and she was lying in Snape's warm arms.

Ace didn't say anything. She stretched out her arms and hugged Snape's waist, closed her eyes and continued to lie in his arms.

"Sleep a little longer?" Snape was awakened by Ace's little movement. He pulled Ace into his arms, his voice was hoarse and lazy as he had just woken up.

Ace raised his head and kissed Snape's chin in response, then buried himself in his arms again.

During the few days of spring break, the two of them did nothing. There was no Voldemort, no Hogwarts, and everything seemed to be far away from them.

Ace took Snape to the cellar of Foley Manor, whose entrance was in Fielding's greenhouse.

"This is dad's secret base. He actually occasionally takes a sip secretly behind mom's back." Ace said to Snape as he opened the cellar door, with some sadness in his eyes, "I will still be here with Taylor. Let’s secretly drink together, uncle.”

Flames floated from the tip of Ace's wand to the roof, and the light grew brighter.

The cellar was not as dark and damp as Snape imagined. The interior was quite cozy - a long sofa and a low coffee table in front of it, somewhat similar to the layout of the small living room on the second floor of "ES", but with four walls. They are all wine cabinets filled with bottles of wine.

Ace kicked off his furry slippers and sat on the sofa. With a flick of his wand, a bottle of sherry and two wine glasses floated in front of her.

"Ace, you can't-"

Snape couldn't continue talking when Ace looked at him with wet eyes.He could never say no to Ace, especially when she went through such a big blow.

He sighed in compromise and sat next to Ace, "Okay, pour me some."

Ace raised the corners of his mouth and showed a successful smile. He popped the cork of the wine bottle floating in the air and poured two glasses of wine at an angle.

The alcohol, which tastes like pear or aloe vera, spreads on the tip of the tongue, with a hint of spiciness.Ace "tsk-tsk"ed a few times and drank in small sips. After a while, the wine glass reached the bottom.

Seeing Snape leaning on the back of the chair, his black hair reflecting gentle light under the warm yellow light, a hint of surprise flashed in Ace's eyes.

Snape's pale cheeks turned a little red under the influence of alcohol, and his eyes were slightly blue and black from not having a good rest.

He was wearing a pair of black loose pajamas that clung to his body, showing off his muscle lines. He held the wine glass and shook it gently with his long fingers.

Ace moved closer to Snape, his gray-green eyes sparkling.

Alcohol always makes people do some irrational behavior, such as now, Ace pushed Snape down on the sofa.

The girl pressed Snape's chest, her lips lingering on his eyes and nose.

"Well, Ace——"

The thin lips were also blocked, and the girl's curled eyelashes swept past, and the scent of roses mixed with pear invaded Snape's taste and into his sense of smell.

Through the thin nightgown, Snape's hands felt Ace's soft waist and the heat on her body.

The girl's lips left, and Snape trembled slightly as the moisture and popping sound came from his Adam's apple.

"Don't, Ace——"

Ace's curled eyelashes swept across Snape's raised chin, and he leaned forward to kiss his raised Adam's apple again.

Snape turned over and suppressed the rebellious girl. Looking at the girl's wide-open eyes, crimson cheeks and red lips that were slightly swollen from his kiss, he sighed helplessly.

"What are you doing, huh?" The raised tail tone and the hoarse voice made Ace's ears numb.

"Kiss you?" she replied uncertainly. "What's wrong, Severus?"

Ace's nightgown underneath her body was messy, revealing her smooth thighs. Her light brown hair was spread out on the dark sofa. Her skin shimmered under the light, and her eyes were blurred.

This look was almost the same as in his dream.

Snape's eyes were deep when he was brought back to his senses by Ace's hands on his neck.

He raised his hand and pinched Ace's cheek hard, causing her to cry out in pain, "Ouch, what are you doing, Severus!"

Snape stood up and sat at the end of the sofa, pulling off Ace's skirt that was rolled up to his thighs.

"Stop torturing me, Ace."