John Snape of HP

"A shocking secret! The story that John Snape and Alan Rickman have to tell!"

"Rushing into the hospital without changing costumes, Professor Snape just to visit a sick friend?"

"Calculating the relationship between Snape and Rickman in their early years, are they actually father and son?!"

John slammed the table and reprimanded in disbelief: "These newspapers are talking about a mess!"

He sneaked a glance at the dark-faced Snape next to him, and his expression seemed to ease.So he continued to pretend to be filled with righteous indignation, and walked up and down the living room.

George looked at the latest newspapers covering the dining table. The headlines were exaggerated one by one, and he couldn't help but muttered:

"Alan Rickman is one of the best actors in our country. He has gradually reduced his acting in the past year. Yesterday he was hospitalized due to illness. John Snape, who was filming Harry Potter, went there immediately after hearing the news. He didn't even know he was wearing a costume. He looked worried and heartbroken, as if he couldn't bear the slightest pain to his beloved..."

"This is all nonsense!" Seeing that Snape's face immediately sank again, John quickly interrupted George's words.

George changed a newspaper like a gentleman, and read with a strange expression: "Compared with the true love, the editor thinks they are more like father and son. Here is a recent photo of them first... You can see that both of them have blond hair and blue eyes. The same color, the appearance is also five points similar."

"The age difference between John Snape and Alan Rickman is also more than 30 years old. We have every reason to guess that Alan Rickman more than 30 years ago..."

John covered his forehead with a headache.

This body does look a lot like Alan Rickman's. Wasn't it why he came up with the idea of ​​acting when he first wore it?

He sneaked another glance to the side, and saw that Snape's face turned even uglier.

"What's the matter? Severus?" John thought it would be better to say that he and Allen were like father and son than they were like lovers, but seeing his man's expression...? ?

"He's more than 30 years older than you, just like your father, then you and I..." Snape gritted out a sentence between his teeth with a half-smile.

John got it right away!

There was less than ten years of age difference between Severus and Allen.It was said that Allen was like his father, so shouldn't Severus worry about his age again.

He immediately coughed and leaned over, sitting on the sofa with his legs close to the man's, pretending not to care, and said, "What is that? This is the view of the Muggle world. We are all wizards! In my 20s, I even ate Dumbledore and Harry! It’s not a problem to be a hundred years old.”

Snape's face contorted immediately.

"Cough, cough, cough—!" George accidentally choked himself with saliva, and made an earth-shattering cough.

Mrs. Laws stopped stirring the batter, and stared at John with a complicated and strange expression, and then showed a look of admiration willing to be defeated.

"Uh..." John glanced around guiltily, only to be belatedly aware that everyone seemed to have some bad contact with this pair of CPs, so he hurriedly remedied, "Uh, I mean, actually Dumbledore and you—"

Snape's black eyes immediately glanced over menacingly, and John quickly changed his words: "--my husband, I, I."

Mrs. Laws sighed regretfully for some reason, and went back to the kitchen.

John thought he had finally corrected himself, and said with a smile: "I can accept Dumbledore and my age, and it's loose if you are in the 80s... So don't worry about it, Severus .”

George looked at the black-robed man whose face was dark and greenish, laughed dryly, and said to himself: "I... oh yes, the flowers haven't been watered yet, I'll go water them!"

He turned around and walked out, his back was particularly crisp and neat.

John watched the door being slammed shut by George, and as soon as he turned his face back, he felt a strong force push him down on the sofa.

Snape slammed John down on the sofa, with his arms at his sides and his upper body clinging tightly, making it impossible for anyone to escape.His black hair fell down the side of his face.

John stared anxiously at the man on top of him.From this angle, Severus lowered his eyelids slightly, his eyelashes were visible, his lips were pursed into a sexy arc, his expression was particularly gloomy, but his black eyes were staring at him hotly.

They were so close that John could even feel the man's slight breathing, and the heat on his body seemed to be transmitted through the clothes of the two, giving him a reassuring feeling.

John suddenly relaxed, and asked with a smile, "What did I say wrong?"

Snape gritted his teeth and smirked: "Did you say anything right?"

John blinked his eyes and thought about it, and asked hesitantly, "Dumbledore and I...?"

Snape's face visibly darkened again.He hissed in a low voice, "Don't let me hear that idea again!"

John subtly felt something hard against him in his lower abdomen, and he asked fearlessly, "Severus... so you are still interested?"

Snape's expression slowly became dangerous: "You'll know right away if I'm interested."

Mrs. Laws, who was hiding in the kitchen, hugged her hair and groaned loudly, unable to bear to hear any more.

The author has something to say: crack down now, just put in some broth, don’t write 2333, and make up the rest by yourself, let’s cry.