John Snape of HP

Everyone ate very absent-mindedly for dinner this evening.

George resisted the urge to wear sunglasses, and kept staring at the fried fish.

Mrs. Laws had a higher rank, and she looked at the two opposite people with a smile on her face, as if she was enjoying it and used the scene in front of her to accompany the meal.

On the other side of the table, the two people who made George so uncomfortable - John was eating red bean pudding spoon by spoon, and Snape was also slowly drinking porridge.Suddenly nothing seemed out of the ordinary.

—if they remembered that John didn't like desserts and Snape didn't like porridge.

John had no idea whether he was eating red bean pudding or what kind of pudding, sweet or salty.He was looking at Snape beside him as if he was seeing him for the first time.

The man in the black robe sat calmly, with the broken hair on his cheeks hanging obediently on both sides, no longer covering his expression.His face was calm, and his obsidian-like eyes were staring at John, with a soft flash of light from time to time.

Snape's reaction at night made it all clear to him.Unlike the last time he had been years ago, he was delighted that Severus had softened towards him.Now Severus has changed his way of dealing with people and things.

How did this all change?

John thought back to the emotions he had put in during the day, those strong negative emotions.In addition to responsibility, it also supported Snape - he couldn't find the meaning of living at all.

Compared to back then, Severus was simply fantastic now.Just thinking about it made his eyes warm.There was an emotion that moved him and filled his chest, which almost swelled up.

John suddenly wanted to express it.

Like dropping the pudding and taking the bowl from Severus.Hug him tightly and exchange a kiss with him.Melting him into your body—well, that's all fantasy.It was still dinner time, and Mrs. Laws and George were still looking at each other.

John could only reach out his hand under the table, gently touched the black robe, and then found the big rough, but warm and dry hand, and slowly clenched it.

The corners of Snape's mouth curled up gently.

He still seemed to be drinking porridge normally, but he also held John's hand under the table.

The fingers of both hands are clasped tightly, leaving no gap.

The emotion in John's heart suddenly became subdued, he lowered his head in a concealed manner, staring at the pattern of the tablecloth with some hot eyes.

Seeing this, Mrs. Laws immediately poked George.

George hurriedly put down the fried fish and cleared his throat: "Ahem... How about the pudding tonight? I think black pepper sauce is also great with peas, but does anyone like salad dressing better?"

With George's sudden intervention, the moisture in John's eyes eased a bit.He quickly covered up a smile and said, "That's right, it tastes better than the ones sold outside. I also like the black pepper flavor better."

Just as he was talking, he felt his hand loosen, and it was Snape who wanted to let go.

John immediately held the hand tightly under the table.He raised his eyes to see Snape glaring at him from the side.

"Snape... sir." Snape made a smirk, and pointed to the fried fish on the table with his eyes, "Do you think I can use my left and right hands freely?"

Indeed, John was holding his right hand tightly under the table, and his left hand could only use a spoon to scoop up the porridge in the bowl.

If Snape wanted fried fish or something, it was inconvenient to use his left hand to get it.

"It's okay, I'll feed you." John immediately stretched out his hand to fork a piece of fried fish with a smile, and brought it to Snape's mouth with an expectant expression on his face.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Snape's mouth twitched.

He didn't move his upper body, only the arm under the table secretly exerted strength, trying to pull his hand back, but failed again.

Snape keenly saw the words written all over the faces of Mrs. Laws and George across the street: People who eat melons sit and watch a good show.

He couldn't help but feel a little headache.

"I tried to feed my boyfriend, but somehow he just wouldn't take it."

John really had a troubled look on his face.

"He didn't want to be like a funny monkey for people to watch and laugh at."

"It's just feeding you. This is what normal couples would do. How could it be like what you said?"

"...so you have to feed me this—damn fried fish right now?"

Snape was thwarted.

John was stunned: "Otherwise, do you want to eat after just the two of us? Or do you... want to eat something else?"

"Merlin's beard—is that ball on your neck meant to be lent to Mrs. Hooch as a Quaffle? I don't mean what you think! If you deliberately distort the meaning of your words again, I will really It's time to help you wash your brains—for this, I am completely, fully, happy, willing, obedient, obedient!"

Snape was amused by John and began to hiss and spray venom.It's been a long time since he spoke like that.

Mrs. Rolls stared intently at the mashed potatoes in front of her, and seemed very focused.The curvature of the corner of the mouth is very subtle, it seems to want to laugh, but also seems to be trying to suppress it.

George had buried his face in the soup bowl so he could hide the schadenfreude on his face.

"Okay, okay...Are you sure you don't want to eat it?" John raised his fork, indicating that his arm that he had been holding was sore.

When he couldn't wait for Snape's answer, his eyes widened a little, showing a somewhat aggrieved and lonely expression.The light blue eyes were suddenly wet like a puppy.

Snape couldn't help but twitched again: "...Eat."

Even if he knew that the expression was faked by John, he seemed completely helpless.

——John's disappointed expression made him unable to harden his heart.Besides, he was just being awkward in the presence of Mrs. Laws and George.

John's eyes lit up instantly, and he shook his fork quickly.

Snape leaned over to take a bite of the fried fish very angrily, very perfunctorily.Then he frowned at John and curled his upper lip in a look of distaste.

John didn't care at all, and happily retracted the fork. He also took a hard bite at the place where there was a circle of bite marks on the fried fish, and chewed contentedly.

"Mistake." George whispered to Mrs. Rolls, keeping his eyes sideways and not daring to look across the table. "Where are my dark glasses? Find them quickly."

Mrs. Laws ate the salad on the plate unaffected, and continued to peek at the opposite side with the corner of her eye, and said with a smile: "George, you can't always want to wear sunglasses, you still need to practice."

"Come on, I'm almost blinded by their love and affection. Look for it quickly." George said with a bitter face.

John didn't finish his own mouthful, so he handed the fish over with a smile.

Snape stared unkindly at the fried fish that had been bitten twice.

"So... John, you don't know what table manners and personal hygiene are?"

John almost fell off his chair laughing: "...you asked me to pay attention to personal hygiene?"

Snape immediately looked at him with dead eyes.

This is exactly like an enraged snake king who erected his snake body and spat out his letter.

Simply too cute!

John immediately sat down with a restrained smile, and brought the fried fish closer together.Under the table, she caressed the big hand with distinct bones like a baby.

"Eat." He urged.

Snape let out a puff of air from his nose in disdain, still turned his face away, and began to eat silently with John's fork.

Wordless submission √.

John grinned inwardly.

The author has something to say: John: "Or do you... want to eat something else?"

For this sentence, Snape was thinking wrong, so he reacted so much hhhh.