John Snape of HP

Having said that, Snape's restlessness was getting longer and longer.

John didn't notice.He's been very busy lately—

Warner Bros. has been arranging the promotion of the Chamber of Secrets since mid-March, preparing to release it in the middle of the year.They are also busy finding a new director and preparing to start filming the third part.

From this point of view, although the Harry Potter series is said to be a film for more than half a year, in fact, everyone in the crew has to reunite to shoot a movie every few months.

When the third film was filmed, Chris was no longer the director.He sadly took David and him to drink several times.

"I really don't want to leave the crew—" Chris cried and howled holding the wine bottle.

But John couldn't help it - British filmmakers like to change directors, this is the custom.He can't change it.

The only thing he needs to pay attention to is that after drinking with Chris, he must not lose consciousness when he is drunk.

—John didn't drink much before.Although everyone will drink some after coming here, he drinks more restrainedly.So it caused him not to drink very well.The wine is good, not drunk——

But he is chatty!

...Although he tried his best to drink less, he ended up drinking a little too much.

The three of them were walking on the street at night, ready to break up after drinking.

The wobbly David patted his chest to signal that he was sending the drunk Chris back.Compared with them, John is still normal—at least he can still stand upright, but his face is a little more flushed.

"Be careful on the road. I'll go back by myself." John cheered up and said.

He felt that his tongue was a bit clumsy, and although he could stand now, he must be shaking when he walked.My mind is also very confused...

After Chris and David walked away, Snape appeared helplessly and supported John.

John immediately leaned half of his body on him, swaying and trying to stabilize his body, but to no avail.

"Severer...Less." John stammered, turned his head and smirked at Snape, "Sorry, I'm a little...unsteady."

"You stand... really steady... Are you full for the night?"

John put his arm around Snape's shoulders, clinging to him as if no one else was there.She smirked and continued, "Usually you can't eat with me when you go out to parties, so I...I hate parties. Today is...really..."

He paused, his mind suddenly went blank, and he couldn't think of adjectives.

"What's going on... what's going on?"

Snape frowned, not being able to lift the drunk John off his body, the veins on his forehead were twitching, he gritted his teeth and said, "Shit."

"Ah yes!" John suddenly realized, "I really can't shirk today..."

"Also...the weather is still so cold, don't just rely on your being a soul body to always...always wear so thin..."

He muttered and said all kinds of trivial things.Snape endured and endured, he couldn't stand the nagging in his ear, and hissed in a low voice: "Mr. Snape - can't you be quiet for a while?"

Seeing that he was angry, John obediently remained silent.

But he couldn't get enough of his eyes on Snape's face.

Snape felt even more uncomfortable under such scorching gazes.

——but when he frowned and turned his head, John looked at him innocently, choking his words in his throat.

This was the first time Snape had seen John drunk.

John's car is still parked in front of the tavern, he will not drive.It was almost early morning now, and it would be too troublesome to call George.Apparating was too much of a pain, and he didn't want to have to wait for John to vomit before he had to change his clothes.

He had no choice but to continue to support John, walking on the road with difficulty.If you frown, you can kill flies.

Walking and walking——John finally calmed down for a while, with his head down, not sure if he was falling asleep or thinking about something, and his feet staggered more and more.

He was about to slide off Snape, but he didn't react much.Snape had to help again with great effort - now John's full weight was on top of him.

Snape gasped, his lips moving silently, as if cursing someone.

A hand suddenly fell over the back of the hand he was holding on to John's coat.Startled, Snape looked over.

——John half-opened his eyes, staring at Snape's hand in a daze, as if wondering what it was.

After he saw clearly, he immediately covered his hands and did not move, with a very satisfied smile on his face.

Such a big person, but because of a trivial matter, he showed such a pure expression like a child.

The corner of Snape's mouth twitched, somehow amused.

He sighed, and didn't care about John's actions, he just walked home quickly with this big trouble... The annoyance and disgust on his face disappeared unconsciously.

John held Snape's hand half asleep and half awake, stumbling around all the way, but still smiling.

He stared fascinatedly at Snape's face, which Snape pretended not to see.

"Sev...Russ." He muttered vaguely.

Snape pretended not to hear, and hurried on.

—John yelled many times just now, and Snape has automatically blocked it.

"You...Sev...really..." John muttered.

Maybe it was because he dreamed too deeply last time, but now that he is so drunk, all his words are on his lips, and he doesn't even say the most important sentence.

He looked at Snape's side face: the expression was focused, and the corner of the mouth was pursed with impatience, which was also very beautiful.

John has an urge to kiss no matter what.But after working up his courage for a long time, the distant look in Snape's eyes appeared again in his dream, so he still gave up.

But John felt that he was inexplicably wronged, and couldn't help but choked up.

Snape felt a vein pop in his head.

——He smirked and didn't talk all the way, why did he cry again? !

Half annoyed and half helpless, he asked, "What's the matter?"

John murmured with a bit of crying, "I can't..."

"Can't what?"

Snape raised his eyebrows suspiciously.

"I can't do that... in that case...but I..." John's voice became lower and lower, sounding aggrieved and struggling.

Snape's expression became serious, and he couldn't help but began to recall John's itinerary for the past few days.

These days sometimes he stayed at home alone to make potions, while John was busy running around.

Did John meet someone outside?Someone threatened him to do something?

His voice became softer, and he asked in a coaxing tone: "How to do it?"

"I can't..." John struggled weakly twice, and finally leaned into his ear, and said in a faint voice:

"You want...to know...then I...I..."

John paused.

Snape was waiting - suddenly there was a soft touch on his right cheek, and it was gone.

Snape was stunned for a few seconds before he suddenly realized what it was, and panic flashed across his eyes.

"John Snape—!!" His face darkened and he shouted menacingly.

He loosened his hands and threw John to the ground, and took out his wand unbearably.

John fell to the ground, only to suddenly regain consciousness from the pain. He looked at Snape who was pointing his wand at him in a daze.

"Damn!" Snape growled furiously.

He picked up the ball that passed out without a word, and apparated neatly.

—he should have done it long ago!Don't worry about that damned idiot!

Snape thought angrily, frowning and touching the right side of his cheek.

The author has something to say: I failed to write the first two chapters of the confession, and I feel that my vitality is also badly hurt. No, I have to write some sweet comfort to comfort myself.

Today, my friend laughed at my male lead for being too hard-working, with a capital of 2333, and he didn’t even hold hands, let alone kiss, hug, and have sex? A face-one-sided?