[HP] bad romance

Chapter 4 (cut version)

In the early morning of the next day, the darkness in the room was illuminated by a faint light, which fell on the big bed through the soft curtains.

Harry squeezed his eyes shut, struggling to breathe - jolted awake by a propelled Snape.

His eyes opened a slit, and the blurred vision snapped Snape awake, boy!Harry huddled pitifully in his arms, his cheek even rubbing against his chest - for a split second Snape's breath was heavy.

The boy in his arms was quite attractive, Snape realized it immediately when he opened his eyes.

His first reaction was to admire the boy's poor face.

Snape couldn't deny it, his arm touched the boy's comfortable and smooth skin, and another young and warm body was pressed against his chest.

Especially at this moment, wrapped up... Snape's breath was hot, and he remembered it immediately!

Snape tried hard to control the body that was eager to move, but his arms subconsciously wrapped around the boy, and he tightened his arms - until Harry grunted in pain, Snape didn't let go.

…Snape was still clinging to the boy's skin, he pulled away the hand that wanted to caress the boy's chest, and covered his sore forehead with force.

Harry?Snape moved away from the hot and alluring body slightly, and stared down at the boy's familiar profile.

A Muggle named Harry.He murmured in his heart, boy, Harry?

……

The memory kept Snape's breath still hot.

Snape tried to stay away from—

It was wonderful, the feeling of the body was telling the master, Snape's breath sprayed on the skin of the boy's neck, he inhaled deeply, feeling the warmth in his arms.

Snape greedily recalled last night's wonderful dream, just like this time...

They embraced and were completely naked.

...Snape's chest sighed slowly - no, Snape murmured inwardly, struggling to let reason fight in his head, stop this!But Snape still stagnated and did not withdraw, and the potential was making some beneficial choices for him——

Until Harry frowned uncomfortably, Snape muttered, slipped his throat, and moved his unwilling body.

"It hurts!" Harry cried out in pain, and Snape stopped immediately.

…Harry, who was in pain from Snape's torment, finally opened his eyes with difficulty.He looked up dazedly and met Snape's eyes.

He and Harry looked at each other, Snape's slow breathing regained his sanity.

As selfish as he is, he is even clearly predicting what will happen next.

How should he treat this boy, how to deal with this matter.Snape's mind remained cold, rational, and he would forget about the unexpected sex.

However pitiful Harry was, it was his own fault.

For the sake of profit, Snape had no other ideas, and he would not be willing to spend more sympathy, let alone a Muggle who was full of scheming and calculating him.

Muggles, accidents.

Snape sorted out all the favorable conditions.

But... the situation at this time may still slightly disturb Snape's decision-making.

Anyway, Harry was still in his arms.

Harry didn't speak, he closed his eyes sleepily and curled up his thighs slightly.

Snape watched carefully, and lightly touched the boy in his arms with his arm, and he restrained his palm from releasing, while annoyed at being so damn careful.

Want to hug a boy who's been ravaged and ravaged miserably?The momentary thought caused Snape to scratch at his messy black hair, and was also stimulated by Harry's movement.

It was hard to ignore that, and Snape stared at Harry's flushed cheeks, recalling yesterday's events again.From the very beginning, he was teased by the smug boy.

Until the boy pinned him down, Snape vaguely remembered, resentful of the memory, but then he came back a little bit sober—

... (redacted)

The thought set Snape's mind aflame,...reminding Snape that he...

Harry was frowning under him, and Snape reached out and stroked the boy's head, it was so beautiful, Snape had the thought, a thought that lingered in his mind.

Or he could once again... no, Snape blew the bloody mind out.

All these are the boy's due punishment, out of the boy's malice towards him, torture, and traps.

This thought made Snape almost want to take revenge on the boy under him. This kind of revenge can bring extreme happiness——Snape roared with regret in his heart, he is in pain now!As long as he moves a little, he can get it again, but no.

Snape swallowed the dry saliva in his mouth, ignoring the roaring beast in his heart, his eyes were still focused on Harry's naked, exposed skin, Snape rolled his throat carefully, but didn't know it.

…Harry in his arms, hugged uncomfortably?Snape struggled again and again, and he was dizzy with the thought again.

Snape squirmed his lips slightly, and finally broke off, forcefully separating the body from the bond—

(Abridged)...

Snape clenched his brows weakly, cursing in his heart...

And Harry, who was pushed away by him, seemed to have been whipped, his whole body bounced, and immediately went limp again.

Harry looked pitiful, with his red nose and curled up in a ball.

This made Snape feel guilty for a moment, but he quickly put away that emotion.

Snape turned around abruptly, picking up the fallen clothes with unusual ruthlessness.

He turned his head to look at Harry lying on the bed one last time.

This Harry, who had been with him all night, had eyes as red as the tip of his nose.

... (redacted)

But Snape strangely didn't feel any discomfort, even if it was a trap at first, Snape wasn't sure at the moment, maybe he would be willing to fall into the trap.

And, in the end, he controlled the rhythm, out of his own consciousness.

Under Snape's gaze, Harry lying on the bed writhed unintentionally, but Snape felt strangely seduced, as if the boy was telling him in a low voice, go up, he stroked—or, could break him !

——Snape took a slight step forward, surprised by the sinister thought in his heart, the violent thought flashed past, Snape stopped, no!He shouldn't have done this—

Even though he strangely felt the scorching heat from his heart, longing, desire, and even vaguely felt some thoughts, but he quickly ignored them.

Snape walked into the bathroom, turned on the water pipe, let the cold water soak from head to toe, quenched the desire, and let the mind recall the beginning of everything.

His temptations, and Harry plotting him!

Admittedly, the stupid boy might have succeeded, but he had failed too, and Snape sneered happily at the result.

Stupid, let him enjoy a night of extreme pleasure Harry.

But it was still undeniable that Harry was indeed targeting him.Snape squinted, maybe the boy had been planning for a long time.He knew what he was doing, he just accidentally paid a huge price.

Snape also clearly retaliated.

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All this made the ruthless Snape unshakable, and he didn't have much sympathy for Harry who was tortured by him.

More just longing - Snape frowned, he didn't like the idea.While eerily happy, he needs to carefully control the beating of his heart in order to allow reason to control the flow of blood instead of letting wildness wash away sanity.

But Snape, who was covered in ice, was reminiscing for no reason how he had enjoyed last night.

no next time.

There was no next time I met Harry.

... and there will be no next time... In the back of Snape's mind, this little idea was running back and forth.

Snape gasped dissatisfiedly after turning off the water hose that was freezing him all over, angrily giving up the last impulse.

Nobody likes him.Snape tried to remind, while growling from the bottom of his heart, that he had no scruples, and no one to pester him.Even if he had liked Lily, what did that have to do with the boy?

Not Harry Potter!Snape thought relentlessly that there was no way he could have had anything to do with Harry Potter, and he didn't need to have any chaste thoughts.

Just a Muggle boy, and slutty - what he longed for -

That boy is what he wants.

Snape turned the hose all the way quickly and let the cold water pour over his head, trying to wash away the thoughts as best he could.

Ten minutes later, Snape put on freshly cleaned clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

Harry on the bed didn't disappear.

This thought made Snape stare at Harry huddled in a ball, and slander everything.

Maybe in addition to this boy at this moment, including this boy.

"You," Snape moved his lips, finally swallowing the question in his lips.

Harry opened his eyes with difficulty, and glanced at Snape, who was expressionless, and he glared at Snape.

And Harry wouldn't know it at this moment, because of his uncomfortable expression, Snape thought Harry was angry, and felt very bad... Of course, maybe Harry really cursed him in his heart.

This caused Snape to feel a little uneasy, selfish calmness made Snape quickly judge the situation at this time, and he ruthlessly brushed his hesitation out of his mind - he was not someone who would hesitate for such a stupid thing.But this boy?He attempted to "obsess|rape" him last night, or it was considered a success!

Snape wondered what drug Harry had given him last night.

Harry on the bed, with his naked torso curled up on his side, was a little pitiful, and then tried to wrap himself in the quilt.

Not only was Snape distracted by Harry's appearance, Snape turned his attention to him again.It also made him a little restless, maybe he was taking it too far?Snape hesitated, but at the same time he was suspicious of Harry's behavior.

He leaned closer to the head of the bed and looked down at Harry who was curled up on the big bed. The boy was wrapped in the quilt with a flushed face, curled up like a little mouse pitifully.Snape moved a little closer, Harry didn't open his eyes, Snape hesitated, and whispered, "Harry?"

But Harry still didn't respond, Snape slightly moved the fingertips hanging by his side, he reached out to touch Harry's forehead, and his fingertips touched a hot spot.The next second, Snape grabbed Harry's arm, he forcibly pulled the dissatisfied Harry out of the quilt, and carried him into the bathroom.

Harry curled up uneasily in his arms, opening his eyes to look at Snape in a daze.

"what are you doing!"

"You're paying for what you did," Snape warned Harry coldly, "Shut up now."

Harry opened his dry mouth, closed his eyes and lowered his head to sleep.Snape tightened his grip on Harry and could feel Harry's body burning hot.He stroked Harry's arms, his back, his chest, the tight muscles were shapely and supple.

The boy's body should be in good health, as he felt last night, Snape thought for a moment, and put Harry in a bathtub filled with warm water.

The warm water made Harry hesitate pitifully, and he frowned. Snape held down the tossing Harry, stroked Harry's abdomen with his fingers, turned him over and dipped him into the wash...Harry groaned , The detailed and slow process made Harry struggle in panic, but he was imprisoned by Snape.

The half-hour that drove Harry maddened passed terribly slowly, making Snape's breathing slow as well, but he didn't stop.

In the end, Harry stepped forward, and Snape rubbed him a few times.

Harry quickly, as if fooled, came out in front of the expressionless, sober Snape.

It's just that the drowsy Harry didn't realize this at this point, Snape's fingertips gently rubbed against the edge for the last time, following the water flow as if testing potion ingredients to end everything, Harry was also completely dazed dizzy.

Snape picked Harry up and put him back on the bed, where Harry fell into a deep sleep...

After a long time, Harry, who was unconscious, seemed to be aware of someone in a daze.

The bitter potion flowed in, making Harry frown even in his dark and sweet dreams, but the feeling passed quickly.

Harry was finally relieved, even if he was still sore.

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When Harry woke up again, the empty bedroom shone through the window into the beautiful morning sunlight, he was suddenly fully awake, and Harry sat up straight suddenly—his buttocks were a little sore, and there was a faint bitter taste in his mouth. smell.

The room was empty, and he was alone.

Harry tousled a handful of black hair indiscriminately. He jumped up, looked in the mirror, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

He collapsed on the bed and fell asleep for another 15 minutes.

He covered his eyes, after spending the night feverishly with Snape - Harry's rationality returning with the morning was hitting him hard, how embarrassing he was in front of Snape!But, pretty lucky.

Harry sniffed the sheets reminiscently, and sighed.

Snape didn't know, didn't know it was him, Harry Potter.Harry murmured to himself, convincing the slightest sense of shame, ignoring the revenge of being tortured by Snape again in the morning.Snape cleaned him, but the cleaning was as calm as watching him make a fool of himself.Harry remembered, he was in Snape's hand, watching with emotionless eyes... and came.

Ignore all of that, it's nothing now.Harry told himself so, shifting to his feet, he looked around, and sure enough he was alone.

There was no way Snape would stay.Harry thought that was the right thing to do.

And he was sure that Snape had fed him the potion, because even though his waist was still sore, he was much more energetic and there was no severe pain in his back.

Harry glanced at the time quickly. At 6:30, he speeded up, got up, put on his clothes, and walked out of the room where he was alone.

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