John Snape of HP

Subconsciously, John felt a little guilty and dared not look Snape in the eye.

But he immediately felt that he was just hanging out with his friends for a day, and there was nothing to be guilty of.

Suddenly John's self-confidence returned.He smiled as usual: "Today is very pleasant. I went out with Allen for a day."

——There seems to be something wrong with saying that.

John paused, subconsciously feeling weird.

"Talking to Alan—" Snape drew out, staring at him deeply with dark eyes.

"Yeah, what's the matter?" John could hardly keep smiling under Snape's gaze, feeling a creepy feeling of being targeted by a poisonous snake.

And his inexplicable sense of guilt returned.

John said quickly, "Why are we standing in the garden? Let's go in together."

Snape folded his arms in front of his chest, and said softly, "I think we'd better explain it in the garden, in case it's difficult to explain in front of Mrs. Rolls."

"What?" John felt as if he was holding on now, "what can I say?"

There was a sense of danger in Snape's voice: "What is there to say? Are you not going to explain at all?"

He was still surprised in the afternoon why John didn't come back today, and he didn't say anything to him.I called George to find out that John was not on the set today. In the morning, I complained to George that I couldn't find friends to play with.

Normally, if John couldn't find his friends, he must have returned to the crew, but he wasn't there.

Snape called several times but no one answered.

He endured his uneasiness and asked George for his number, and started calling everyone John might contact.One and two, everyone said that John had called to ask if they were free, and then hung up, and no one knew John's whereabouts.

He went out and looked around, but found nothing.

During those distraught hours, Snape couldn't help wondering if Voldemort had resurrected, captured or killed John in some remote place.

Or did something happen to John because of an accident.He didn't have a wand, and if something happened... wandless magic didn't work that well either.

Snape restrained himself and sat down in the garden to wait.In that position, John can see it as soon as he comes back.

He was also convincing himself that it was wrong to care about John's whereabouts all the time.Even if he had never been in a relationship - Narcissa was suddenly not at home one day, and Lucius didn't look for it in a panic.

He wants to be like normal.But whether it was potions or research, he had no intention of doing it at all.Snape could only give up his thoughts in frustration, and sat motionless in the garden.

Then... just waited until it was dark.

After the car outside the yard stopped, he finally heard the familiar voice.

Snape stood up suddenly, anxiously trying to stride out to check John's situation, and then heard——

"I had a great time today, and I hope to hang out again someday, John."

"Of course, Alan. I am also very happy today. Let's go out together when we have time."

He heard the voice he was most familiar with said cheerfully.

Snape stood motionless in the shadow of the garden.

He looked at the man under the streetlight with a gentle smile, and John got very close without realizing it.The figures of the two people are one tall and the other low, and the shadows on the ground are intertwined, very harmonious.

Snape immediately felt that his panic and insecurity all afternoon had become a joke.

The poisonous snake of jealousy was biting his internal organs, and the anger and hurtful words were almost gushing out of his chest - Snape held back.

He forcibly suppressed all his emotions and greeted him with a gloomy face.

"Sev...Russ?" John called out cautiously.

Snape suddenly looked dazed in front of him, twisting the corners of his lips, smiling horribly.

John was starting to worry if he was really mad at Severus - could he just be making Severus jealous just by going out with Ellen?

John thought for a while and said, "Don't be angry, Allen and I are just friends. I couldn't find a friend to hang out with today, so I called him and went out together."

"Oh." Snape came back to his senses, his voice became softer, "You asked all your friends, but you didn't think of your professor who was sitting at home."

"Of course not! I saw you researching spells in the morning before I went to find someone else." John retorted.

"And then? Having so much fun with the real Snape in you that you forget about everything else?"

John frowned: "Severus, why are you talking like that? He is just a friend in my heart, at most like an idol. You are Snape, and I like you!"

Snape lowered his voice as if irritated: "Obviously Mr. Snape's brain is not working, don't I always talk like this? If you like me, why didn't you think about it the day you disappeared? Say hello to me?"

Startled, John quickly took out his phone and looked at it.

There is a whole row of missed calls, the first dozen are all landlines at home, and the ones behind are all calls from friends.

In the morning, he went to the recording studio to listen to music. To show respect, he turned off the sound, and then he forgot about it until now.

John silently put down the phone, and muttered helplessly: "I just—"

"You just?" Snape's dark eyes looked at him.The tail of the speech rose slightly, as if it was really just some doubts.

John bowed his head in resignation: "Severus, I forgot to tell you. I—I just want to be back before dinner."

"It's obvious," Snape said softly.

He hugged his shoulders gloomyly, and suddenly lowered his eyes thoughtfully, thinking about something.

John had no confidence, so he could only look at him helplessly, his heart fluttering.

After tens of seconds of silence, John really couldn't stand the frozen atmosphere, and leaned over to kiss him.

The side of Snape's face, John's kiss landed just outside the corner of his lips.

"Severus?" John looked anxiously at the man in front of him, and said sincerely, "I know I was wrong, there will be no future for this kind of thing."

Snape was silent.

His gaze swept to the seat and flowerbed to one side.

——I still remember that at the beginning, the model with Allen's face was disassembled here.

At that time, John's eyes were shining with excitement, which was no different from John's eyes tonight.

"If... I hadn't appeared in this world, would you want to be with Alan Rickman?" He couldn't help opening his lips, and said these words in a jerky voice.

John's expression became annoyed for a moment: "You insist on me giving an answer? Then there is no if!"

Snape's expression became dark and gloomy.

He thought John was avoiding the question.

Seeing this, John said irritably: "—how many times do you have to say it before you believe me? I'm obsessed with Allen like an idol. I used to like his Snape. But! He's not Snape , you are!"

Snape sneered and wanted to say something, but John suppressed his words with a higher voice:

"What I really like now is not the double agent Snape, not the Snape who likes Lily, not the Snape who does his best to protect Harry. It's you who appeared by my side that afternoon! It's you who was cursing You who taught me spells, you who fought desperately not to let me get hurt, and you who spent these times with me!"

John became angrier as he spoke, pointing at Snape and cursing without blinking: "I wanted to tell you a long time ago, these are things that Alan Rickman can't act, you pig brain!"