[HP] bad romance

Chapter 2

Through the dim light, Snape keenly noticed that the boy's thin shirt was somewhat slim, even flimsy.

Maybe it's still fragile, or just pull the hem lightly... The boy's looming waistline is alluring.

In the bar, Snape wasn't the only one watching 'Harry', the young boy always attracted attention.

The man raised his guard, and Harry sat at the bar seemingly without knowing it.

'Harry' didn't look like he was looking for some beautiful girls, his eyes were circling the men nonchalantly - Snape sat quietly watching in a not-so-secret place, he was sure that Harry was still aware of him , but 'Harry''s strange behavior made Snape's body lean forward slightly, and he focused.

Yes, the boy's vague profile reminded Snape, disturbingly, that he was still drawn to something.

Maybe because of abstinence for too long?Snape thought so hard, but because of this refutation, he admitted the unspeakable thought in a disguised form——

He had his eye on a boy who looked a lot like Harry?Snape clearly understood that Harry had nothing to do with him.

Essentially nothing.No, Snape vehemently denied it, but he was remembering the stare Harry had given him, Snape grunting and swallowing the oxygen in his throat, he wasn't enjoying Harry's stare!

This idea is easy to make people flinch, Snape leaned on his back like a wood, but did not leave in actual action, just tapped his fingertips on the table, he still stared at the boy sitting at the bar.

at the same time--

Harry in the distance also hesitated.

Just when Harry was about to slip into absent-mindedness, he glanced at Snape a dozen times.

In a vague hint... as he wished, Snape stood up and walked towards him.

But, in the next moment, Harry was puzzled by this, he moved his arms imperceptibly, and straightened his back.

Snape walked over to his side.

They were so close, Severus Snape was close to him, Harry bowed his head, he was facing the bartender.

"Need anything, sir."

Harry looked down, watching Snape carefully.

"Porter," Harry's heart skipped a beat, and Snape continued to respond to the bartender, curt and cold, "a glass of Porter."

He sat next to Harry, who bowed his head warily, and Snape shot Harry a look.

Tommy was ready quickly, and handed the glass to Snape.

His outstretched hand brushed across the table and appeared in Harry's sight. From the corner of his eye, Harry flicked the man's hand.

Snape picked up the glass, and Harry could no longer see the hand.

The sound of the ice slamming was a reminder of what had happened, and Harry could almost imagine Snape's wine, the bitter taste in his mouth...Harry finally looked up at Snape.He stared at Snape until Snape frowned and turned to look at him.

"Uh...sorry," said Harry, and Merlin knew why he was apologizing!After he finished speaking, he cursed himself in his heart.

Snape turned away, ignoring Harry, who continued to drink his drink.

Harry sat blankly, he seemed to have suddenly fallen into a daze, and under Tommy's teasing gaze, he took a glass of...free soda.Squeezing the glass, pretending nothing had happened, Harry took a sip, and Snape still sat quietly beside him.

Maybe Snape simply wanted to change places, just had a sudden change of heart and wanted to sit at the bar tonight?

Yes, it's not a big deal.Harry stroked the rim of the spinning cup, his mind wandering, and strange, lingering demonic thoughts resurfaced, but he hesitated.

He couldn't make up his mind, and Harry glanced up at Tommy.

Tommy winked at him suggestively.

Harry hesitated for a moment, then smiled slightly.

After a while, Harry took the rather cute-looking cocktail glass, rather than his usual style.

This glass of wine didn't look very manly, but Harry's mind wasn't there, and he yelled at himself frantically in his heart, making a final struggle.

He glanced at Snape beside him, his palms were slippery and sweaty.

The man next to Harry was very calm, Snape glanced sideways at Harry, that haughty and disrespectful gaze fell on Harry's side face along his hooked nose.

Harry turned his head, smiled and said softly, "Hello?"

Snape paused slightly, tilted his head toward Harry and tapped his jaw, noticing him.

Harry and Snape looked at each other.Harry silently swallowed a mouthful of saliva, which felt a bit strange, was he greeting Snape normally?

"Minors don't seem to be here," Snape said slowly after a while.

"I'm an adult."

"I remember that Muggle law says 18 is the age of majority."

"Muggles?" Harry pretended not to understand.

Snape stared at him for a second, "If you're sure you're an adult."

"Of course," Harry smiled, "it's a matter of course to be an adult."

Harry blinked his camouflaged blue eyes.

He stared at Snape's lips, deliberately not looking into Snape's eyes, but Harry had a strange thought, Snape's thin lips were also very nice, if he could kiss them...if he kissed them himself!Harry tried to get his thoughts back, but it was a little hard to get the vision out of his head.

Snape didn't seem to want to pay any more attention to Harry, he turned his head nonchalantly, staring at the bottle dangling from the bartender's hand.

"What's your name, sir?" Harry asked in mock casualness, trying to ignore his sinister intentions.

Not surprisingly, Snape ignored it.

Harry didn't care, but after a while, something happened that surprised Harry.

"—what about you?" Snape actually asked him.

Surprised, Harry paused.

"Harry."

Snape finally turned to look at him.

"My name, Harry," he repeated.

Snape looked Harry up and down, his eyes lingering on his face.

The corners of Harry's mouth curled up in a faint smile.He rolled Snape's dark eyes, so composed that he wanted to laugh.

He knows what he looks like now, no green eyes, no round glasses, but the outline has not changed, and the messy hair is still unruly.

It was quiet for half a second.

"You're very similar to someone I know," Snape said slowly.

"Really?" Harry maintained his smile, his eerie pleasure undetectable, "That's right, you don't look like someone who likes to be picked up."

"Acquaintance?" Snape paused.

"Does he really look like me?"

Harry ignored Snape's question, he moved a little closer, put his arms on his chin, squinted at Snape, and said softly, "How similar?" Harry was cursing himself crazily in his heart behavior at this time.He's crazy!He's just totally insane!

He was hooking up with Snape with ulterior motives, and he took action for it!

Harry looked confused, blinking his bright blue eyes slowly.

Snape lowered his gaze, staring at Harry.

"It's not very similar." He looked away and said calmly.

As soon as this sentence fell, Harry tried hard to restrain the urge to laugh, and he didn't continue the conversation.

keep quiet.The next second, Harry was punching himself mentally, why would he be like this, accosting Snape!hell!

No!Another voice is yelling, you have an intention!Harry was a little out of breath, and he wasn't quite right about it, but Snape was now, within his pickup range... and it made Harry dizzy.

It was dangerous, but it made him feel a shuddering sense of pleasure.

But before Harry could figure it out, because they were at the bar, they were conspicuous enough, and they didn't seem to know each other, a third person came up soon.

A girl approached... Harry stared. The girl was very beautiful with dark red hair.

Her figure was graceful, from head to toe, as attractive as a red rose, but it was a pity that it was not Harry who the girl fell in love with.

She turned her gaze to the indifferent Snape.

Harry stared down at the table, took the opportunity to persuade the whimsical idea, but his annoyance became stronger.He suddenly felt a sense of failure that his things had been robbed.

She leaned against the seat on the other side of Snape, Snape frowned, and Harry caught sight of the hot breasts from a distance, squeezing Snape's arm that was almost close to it.

"Refill." Snape's glass was empty, and he pushed the empty glass towards Tommy.

"May I buy you a drink?" she asked seductively.

"No need." Snape didn't even look at her, and the girl's voice just uttered in a cold voice.

She stared stiffly, her face turned from red to white, and then faintly green with anger.

Snape didn't turn his head to look at her, "You can go now."

Tommy bent forward, put the new wine in front of Snape, turned his head and lifted the exasperated girl's hand, kissed it.

"Honey, he won't be your best person tonight..." He blinked his charming eyes, and said in a low voice to seduce the girl, "Don't focus on the irrelevant others, huh?"

The girl's anger was immediately eased.She turned her head to look at Snape, and turned her head to notice that across from Snape, Harry was leaning on the table with his arms, looking at them.

She suddenly realized something was wrong—the girl opened her mouth strangely, and immediately tossed her hair in a waking moment, snorted, and simply abandoned Snape, turning her head and throwing herself into Tommy's arms who came out of the bar, She reached out and touched Tommy's firm chest, and opened her mouth in satisfaction to offer a lingering kiss.

"My work for tonight is over early." Tommy smiled and waved at Harry, leaving only Harry and Snape silent at the bar.

It didn't take long for a new bartender to take over.

Harry stared at Snape's hand, that knuckle hand, the wine glass in his hand was shaking slightly, and the ice cubes made a fine crashing sound.

He raised his eyes slightly, caught a glimpse of Snape's Adam's apple rolling, and the man's hand that caught Harry's attention raised his glass.

This allowed the poured liquid to gradually decrease in those thin lips, and Snape's narrowed eyes seemed slightly drunk.

Five minutes later, Harry fell into stillness, and Snape just sat quietly...

Still with his head down, Harry struggled to think for nearly 20 minutes.

And Snape beside him had been quiet for 20 minutes.

Until Harry raised his head again and looked at Snape... He suddenly noticed that Snape's expression changed, and he seemed a little confused——Harry's heart thumped slightly, beating, reminding himself... Harry lowered his arms slowly, letting go of the drink he hadn't touched in his hand.

He tilted his head to observe Snape beside him.

Snape moved his lips and struggled to close his dark eyes, but it was a bit difficult, and under Harry's careful observation, he saw that Snape's sweat was running down his jaw, dripping, and his greasy hair was clinging Forehead... Harry gulped, and moved his body vaguely and uneasily.

He leaned forward cautiously, shaking his palm in front of Snape's eyes, and asked with false concern, "Are you okay?"

"Here..." Snape struggled to utter a sound, his black eyes finally blurred, and he looked down at Harry.

"What?" Harry pretended to be puzzled.

"I..." Before Snape finished speaking, his voice disappeared, and his slightly trembling body fell forward limply!Harry reached out quickly to support him.

Harry touched Snape's back, and almost hugged Snape, his palms were full of sweat, and Harry realized that Snape was hot all over, and the sweat made him feel as if he had just been fished out of a lake Embarrassed.

"Hey," said the new bartender, who also knew Harry, "did you drug him? I don't want to meddle in..."

"I..." Harry supported Snape, who was stumbling around, before responding to the bartender's ridicule.He growled in admiration from the bottom of his heart, raised his head impatiently, Harry leaned forward, licked Snape's slippery jaw with the tip of his tongue, and chuckled softly.

"Okay, let's take him away quickly. A01 on the second floor." The bartender raised his hand, pointed at him, and said to Harry with a pointed smile, "Lovely little boy."

Harry didn't bother to pay attention to the bartender's wild guesses, and helped the drowsy Snape, and they staggered up to the second floor.

Stumbling all the way, until Snape was thrown on the bed, Harry was already sweating.

He looked down at Snape who was panting heavily on the bed, and the corners of his mouth curled up happily.