HP: Embrace the Darkness

"It's okay, Sev."

Feeling Snape's movements, Artes simply let go of his hand, hugged Snape with both hands, and gently stroked and patted his back.

"Remember what I said before? Don't be in a hurry."

"I will wait for you, no matter how long it takes."

Snape said no more, leaning quietly against Artes and immersed in the momentary warmth.

"I'm not doing it because of the medal."

I don't know how long it took, but Snape suddenly made a muffled sound.

It seemed like he was explaining, but also like he was talking to himself.

Aces paused in his gentle caressing and made a sound that was almost a sigh.

"I know, I know everything."

Snape's heart suddenly calmed down.

Someone still knows.

Of course Asseth knows.

He knew Snape.

Snape certainly valued honor, but with his talent in potions and spells, and his development of new potions, there would be no shortage of honors in the future.

Not to mention it was just an Order of Merlin that captured Sirius.

If Snape wanted it, he could get it, and there was no need to break down over it.

Snape's previous collapse was simply because Dumbledore was as biased, indifferent as before, and the things he had hated for thirteen years were all fake.

Only Fudge and others who didn't know him well would have thought he was angry at losing the honor of the medal.

Asses knew his thoughts clearly and would not misunderstand him.

"They are self-righteous and short-sighted, and they make arbitrary decisions without knowing anything. We ignore them."

"Ah."

Snape was quiet again.

The classroom is a little cooler at night than during the day.

Snape was not wearing the alchemical black robe, and he had experienced drastic changes in mood, ups and downs, and now his body was even colder.

For the first time, Asseth was glad that the temperature on his body was relatively high and could be continuously transmitted to Snape, making him not so cold.

But their contact areas are limited.

After Artes accidentally touched Snape's cold hand, he finally couldn't help but speak.

"Sev, let's go back to the cellar first, okay?"

Snape said nothing.

Aces waited for a while, but still didn't get a response, and understood that Snape didn't want to go back yet.

So he released his hold on Snape, took off his robe, and put it on Snape.

"Then let's stay a little longer."

The two were similar in stature, except that Aces was taller, and although the robe was a bit bigger, it was just enough to cover Snape tightly.

After a while, Snape gently pulled away his hand and motioned for Artes to let him go.

Artes let go obediently, but he did not take back the robes Snape was wearing.

"I'm not cold, you put it on."

"Ah."

Snape glanced at Artes and responded.

The two walked side by side in the corridor.

The lights in the corridor flickered, guiding them with their faint light.

The wind was rustling outside the window and the branches were swaying.

The moonlight shines brightly, casting shadows of trees that are clearly defined and still swaying. The shadows of the trees sway wantonly in the cold moonlight without any restraint.

Snape looked at the shadow of the tree for a while, then turned to look at Artes beside him.

This person is really like the bright moon hanging high in the night sky. He can easily dispel the bone-corroding darkness, but he will not be too hot or burn the darkness.

Even tonight.

Feeling the feeling of being watched next to him, Asseth turned his head slightly.

"what happened?"

"……nothing."

Snape pursed his lips, looked away, and focused on walking.

Back in the cellar, Artes stretched out his hand naturally, helped Snape take off his robe, and hung it up again.

After working hard for most of the night, it was getting late. The two simply tidied up and went back to the bedroom to rest.

Until the moment he lay on the bed, Snape was still in a daze.

Too many things happened today.

Black was wrongfully accused after escaping from Azkaban, and the real betrayer was Peter.

The things he had hated for thirteen years suddenly became empty, and... the oath that Asses made was so solemn that it was almost impossible to break it.

After a day of emotional ups and downs, he couldn't sleep for a while and tossed and turned in bed.

Aces patiently listened to the movement around him for a long time. Seeing that there was still no sign of disappearing after such a long time, he propped himself up and approached.

"What's wrong? Can't you sleep?"

Snape didn't answer, but stopped moving, looked at Asseth in the dark based on his feeling, and casually mentioned a topic.

"I remember you knew he was still alive, you..."

Artes didn't even have to listen to know what Snape wanted to say.

He reached out and covered Snape's mouth.

Snape was startled.

Before he could react, Asseth leaned down and kissed the back of his hand gently.

A palm apart, the two looked at each other.

Snape couldn't tell him what he was feeling now. His proud and calm mind was even more confused than before, and he couldn't tell him the answer.

He could only stare blankly for a moment.

His eyes were filled with the people in front of him.

Those charming peach blossom eyes were shining brightly, and even the darkness could not hide the tiny light inside.

Like a siren on a boulder in the deep sea who bewitches all living beings, it easily pulls passing sailors into the abyss of love with its ethereal singing, and willingly sinks and gives up the pursuit of the sea.

"Boom-boom-"

It was the sound of a heartbeat, especially obvious in the dark night.

!

Finally, the potion master realized what the man in front of him had done, and his pupils suddenly tightened.

Subconsciously holding his breath, he stared at Asseth in disbelief.

Aces stepped back and chuckled.

He lifted up Snape's quilt and got in directly. The two of them were close to each other through the thin nightgown.

The scalding warmth hit him instantly, and Snape froze in the quilt, not daring to move.

After Asseth came over, he noticed Snape's loose nightgown and tied it up easily.

"We should rest." After being tied up, Artes hugged Snape tightly and said softly.

"Wait, what do you want to do?" Snape asked inwardly, reaching out to push Artes away.

Aces didn't panic.

In fact, his hand was still wrapped around Snape's waist and he didn't move.

It's just that this is too close and intimate for the Potions Master.

They had slept with separate quilts at night.

"Nothing to do, just sleep."

After saying that, Artes couldn't stop, grabbed Snape's hand that was trying to push him, and kissed him gently.

Snape jerked his hand away, and the skin he had kissed seemed to be ignited by a fire, burning on it.

Now he didn't dare push Asseth.

"Go to sleep."

Asseth chuckled silently in the darkness, holding the man in his arms to prevent him from moving.

Snape didn't want to sleep at all now, he just wanted to throw the bastard out of bed.

But he didn't know if it was because he had experienced too many things today, but it didn't take long for him to feel a deep sleepiness sweeping over him.

The second before he fell asleep completely, Snape drowsily uttered a word.

"Good night."

Aces was stunned for a second before letting go in a funny manner, making room for the Potion Master to sleep more comfortably.

Then he gently covered Snape with the quilt and solemnly placed a gentle kiss on his fingertips.

"Good night, Sev."

The moonlight was bright and fell into darkness.

From then on, everything was silent except for the bright moon.