John Snape of HP

It's a new day.Because there is no need to go to the filming crew today, John decided to sleep late last night.

The curtains tightly blocked the sunlight, and the bedroom was dark, but the mobile phone on the bedside table suddenly vibrated.

"Buzz...buzz."

John fell into a deep sleep without lifting his eyelids.

Snape woke up immediately.

——His vigilance seemed to be etched into his bones and could not be changed.As long as there is a little trouble in sleep, it will wake up.

Well, but at least Snape didn't put dozens of warning spells on the door, it was much better.

"Buzz..." The phone was still ringing.

He stared sideways at John—the blond man frowned, pulling the covers over his head.

Snape lost his patience and called for the phone directly.He hesitated, but still missed John.

"Answer the phone." Snape pulled the quilt that was wrapped into a ball around him, and glanced at the screen.

It's an unknown number, but not many people know John's cell phone number.

John reluctantly exposed his head, and took the phone in a daze: "Hello?"

Snape lay down again in a standard posture.He folded his hands obediently in front of him, and began to stare blankly with a straight face.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Snape! I'm Kate Thomson from Warner. I don't know if Charlie mentioned me to you? Warner intends to turn the Harry Potter filming set into a large theme park. something..."

John knew what was going on, so he listened casually.He turned over in the quilt, put his left arm around Snape's waist, stepped his left leg over, and lay on top of the man.

Snape was caught off guard, almost out of breath under the weight of his body.

He couldn't maintain his posture anymore, he first pulled out his arms with great effort, and then tried hard to tear John off his body.Because John was still talking on the phone, he didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only stare at him fiercely: ——Get off me!

John looked back: I don't!

He gripped Snape as hard as he could, entangled his legs, and rubbed his head in the man's arms.He just answered "Yes, I know" on the phone.

Snape couldn't tear it off, and continued to throw the knife with his eyes:

——Your weight can crush people to death, and I will be the first victim!

"Our preliminary plan is to build Diagon Alley first... Hogwarts' project is too big, but the higher-ups still require it to be done as much as possible. Mr. Snape, do you have any suggestions?"

John raised his eyebrows with an angry expression: heavy?You actually said I was heavy!If you keep doing this, the baby will make a fuss!

"Oh, Mr. Thomson, I think you are right. I have only one request, and it must be true."

Snape showed a smirk with difficulty while carrying a heavy object: Oh?I'm just stating the facts.Fat, male, people.

"Okay, Mr. Snape. Well...the shops in Diagon Alley will definitely sell corresponding things after the completion of the construction, and these also need authorization."

John angry: ——You still call me fat!I'm just a soul!Is there any reason!Snape I warn you!You are about to lose your baby!You old man!

Snape stared blankly, lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.

John was too scared to answer Thomson, and slapped himself regretfully.

—Merlin's pants!Let him be mean!

He hastily stretched out his hand to gesture twice, and then showed Snape a particularly longing, innocent look like Bambi: Severus, I like old men the most!Especially one like you.

--really!

"Mr. Snape?" Thomson on the phone suddenly couldn't hear the answer, a little strange.

The corner of Snape's mouth suddenly curled into a triumphant arc, and there was no injury in his eyes, but he wrote clearly: I know.And even if you want to regret it, it's too late, just wear the ring honestly!

"Oh, okay." John replied casually, looking at Snape with eyes full of condemnation: You actually - lied!I!tell!white!

Snape ignored his accusation, still confident: So - get off me at once!

He hasn't given up on tearing John off.

John leaned forward impatiently, blocking the man's lips with his lips.

—Very well, the world is finally quiet.

Thomson yelled strangely for a long time, but no one answered.

There was a faint smile in Snape's dark eyes.

And John stretched out the tip of his tongue to trace Snape's lips, and exchanged a kiss with him carefully.Both of them tried not to make a sound.

John couldn't help but bend his eyes, feeling amused by the feeling of stealing/love.

Thomson on the other side of the phone struggled for a while, and said to himself: "Okay... I guess Mr. Snape fell asleep again? I was half asleep when I heard the voice just now... I should call again in the afternoon... Bar?"

Author has something to say: Thomson on the phone: "...???"

who I am?where am I?What should I do?