[HP] This deer is not a deer

The next day, Harry woke up early in the morning.

Harry hummed softly in a cheerful mood, shaking Ron awake.

Ron looked at Harry in a daze and asked, "What's the matter?"

"It's time to get up." Harry briskly ran back to his bed and changed his clothes.

"You think you're in a good mood today?" Ron yawned.

"Maybe, who's to say otherwise?" said Harry, grinning.

They had just arrived in the lounge, and Hermione was already sitting there seriously reviewing the content of the class. When she looked up, she saw Harry approaching with a brisk face. He said cheerfully, "Hermione, good morning."

Hermione looked at him hesitantly and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

"He's in a good mood today." Ron came over and said with a shrug, while Harry was already walking briskly towards the door of the lounge.

All day long, Harry was in a pleasant feeling. It wasn't until evening, when they went to the Great Hall for dinner, that Harry became a little different. He always looked around erratically, Luo Both Ernest and Hermione craned their necks to watch what he was looking at carefully.

But they didn't notice that Harry's eyes were fixed on the Slytherin table, or even who he was looking at.

"Who does he like?" Ron asked in a low voice in distress. When he turned his head, Harry had already looked away, and he was eating the pie with his head down. He was in such a good mood that he was even happily chatting with Colin next to him. As he spoke, there was no sign of reluctance at all.

After dinner, Hermione proposed to go back to the lounge early, but Harry was reluctant, and in the end, under the suspicious eyes of Ron and Hermione, he had to nod and follow along.They passed the corridor, and Hermione finally couldn't help asking curiously, "Harry, is the person you like in the Great Hall?"

Even Ron held his breath and pricked up his ears.

Harry hesitated before nodding wildly.

Hermione couldn't help but continue to ask, "Who the hell is that? Are you going to pursue him?"

Harry hesitated, "Maybe..."

"Oh, so how are you going to pursue him?" Hermione asked again.

Harry was speechless, and Hermione refrained from saying, "Shouldn't you do something about it?"

Ron stared at Hermione in horror, "Are you telling Harry to go after... a man?!"

When Ron said this, Hermione also felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly corrected, "That... no, I mean, Harry, have you invited a dance partner?"

"Not yet..." Harry's tone drifted, "I see, I will invite a female dance partner."

"I don't think you can invite a man either," Ron murmured.

Harry didn't know if he heard it, so he went back to the dormitory as soon as he got back to the lounge.He picked up the textbook and pretended to be reviewing it seriously.

But in fact, he was thinking about Hermione's words in annoyance, he... what should he do, uh, with Snape... Harry stared at the textbook for a long time, and finally put the book away in annoyance.

He seemed to have discovered a bad situation, he was in unrequited love, and the object was an old Bat Snape who was 20 years older than him, Harry suddenly became depressed, and decided to go out for a walk alone, maybe he could get some inspiration?Don't let yourself continue to be sad.

In Hogwarts at night, not many people wandered around. Everyone gathered in the lounge, but the corridors were empty and quiet. Harry walked around absent-mindedly, his eyes scanning casually.

The school was decorated with lights, the marble staircase was covered with icicles that never melted, and the twelve Christmas trees that were customary in the auditorium were decorated with all kinds of baubles, from From shiny holly berries to live golden hawks that can't stop singing.

When Harry reached the door of the cellar, he stopped there motionless, staring hesitantly at the dark and gloomy cellar inside.

Suddenly, he saw someone coming out of it. Startled, Harry left in a hurry and ran back upstairs.He lowered his head and started to run at a frantic pace, which instead caught the attention of the man who happened to pass by, just when Harry didn't realize who he passed-

"Oh——" His arm suddenly hurt, and a colic tightened his arm—he was firmly grasped by one hand, and he was pulled back forcefully!Harry looked up, startled—

"—Potter, what are you doing?"

The familiar and terrifying cold voice broke into Harry's ears. Harry looked up subconsciously, and then immediately backed away. Snape squinted his eyes, and he pulled Harry to him, lowering his head suspiciously. Looking him up and down, Harry shuddered and said consciously, "It's okay."

He glanced suspiciously up and down Harry, "What are you sneaking around and panicking about? Tell you, Potter, if I find out you're doing something against the school rules, I'll gladly expel you."

"It's really nothing." Harry whispered, being pressed by Snape, Harry was flustered, and the blood-like red gradually stained his cheeks.

"Really? Looks suspicious." Snape squinted, staring at him suspiciously.

"I," said Harry at a loss, panicked, "that, I, I..."

"What?" Snape demanded.

Harry almost bit his tongue, he was dizzy, "—Professor, do you have a partner for Christmas?"

—he asked Snape a terrible question without thinking.

Harry panicked, his teeth bit his tongue, and his eyes burst into tears from the pain, but he tried to keep them open, praying that Snape wouldn't find out that something was wrong with him.

"What?" Snape stared at the Potter in disbelief. He asked back, but he didn't seem to be able to respond. The next second, Snape's face suddenly turned blue and white, and quickly turned black and distorted.

Harry screamed that something was wrong and tried to run away in a panic, but Snape held him tightly.

Snape stared at Harry angrily, and roared angrily with a livid face, "Whether I have a dance partner or not has nothing to do with you! Twenty points will be deducted from Gryffindor, because you criticize the professor yourself! If you have nothing to do, go back quickly." Your lounge!" He slammed Harry away violently, and Harry was staggered by his push, and Snape turned around and strode away, throwing off his robe.

Harry blinked his blurry eyes, and seeing Snape was about to walk away quickly, he said hurriedly, "Wait—"

Snape paused, and he turned his head angrily and growled to warn Harry, "What's the matter! Potter, if you don't have a special reason, Gryffindor will deduct [-] points! I doubt you are in Hogg What's Wazley doing again—huh? Like trying to stall me so your mates—”

"No!" said Harry hastily, and blurted out, driven into a daze, "—can you be my partner?"

Snape seemed to be choked by the throat suddenly, let out a few rapid gasps, and all words were cut off-he stared at Harry with a scary look.

Harry was stunned for half a second before he realized what he had said or written, he took a step back, he turned quickly and was about to run away, but was grabbed by Snape, who held him tightly and moved closer to him whispered horribly in his ear, "What are you talking about?—"

"I, I—" Harry struggled for a while, but found it was futile. The hot air from Snape's ear made Harry's ears turn red, and he closed his eyes.

"Speak!" Snape yelled, making Harry's ears ring. "Huh?! Harry Potter, what are you playing with your bloody mates again? - very good ,very good--"

"no!"

"No?" Snape let him go, Harry rubbed his sore arm, his eyes were red, Snape stared at him, his expression became more and more irritable, "Since you don't admit it, then stay and work in school every night -"

Harry lowered his head and pursed his lips tightly. How should he explain? —told Snape he liked him, but—

He looked up at Snape with red eyes, his wide eyes gradually blurred, Snape's violent words were suddenly strangled in his throat, he murmured an incomprehensible syllable, and gritted his teeth as a warning, "— —When someone looks at me like that, Potter, don't think I feel sorry for you—”

Harry struggled vigorously to break away from Snape's restraint, his green eyes were red and moist, he opened his eyes wide and tried to face Snape's persecuting sight as if nothing had happened, but his eyes were blurred.

Fragile and wet, Snape suddenly froze, Harry struggled violently, turned his head and ran!

He moved quickly away from Snape, disappearing down the corridor—

After a while, Snape came back to his senses, his expression was uncertain, and finally he cursed furiously, "—Damn it!"

He watched Potter run away helplessly, and until he returned to the office, Snape was in a state of restlessness, his gloomy expression flickered under the light of the fireplace flames, and he was restless in the office Walking back and forth quickly.

He kept cursing Potter, eventually pacing back and forth irritably.

He had reason to think that something terrible had taken over Harry's brain—

Because, Harry looked like—a lot like, like the same him... Snape rushed to the fireplace angrily, turned his head and left again annoyed.

This was impossible - Snape was uncertain, and he didn't want anyone to know such a ridiculous thing!He'd rather his ideas be stupid.Snape turned his head to stare at the burning fireplace, feeling a little uneasy, constantly thinking of that look in Harry's eyes.

"I'm not sorry for him!" Snape stared at the fireplace stiffly, as if trying to persuade himself, and finally he interrupted his thoughts again in a rage, and for a moment, Snape flashed—the eyes were moist eyes, staring at him like that—

Snape's heart trembled suddenly, and he suddenly became irritable. Why did he——must continue to think about this matter!

He shouldn't be soft-hearted - yes, soft-hearted!

For a Potter - it's totally different.

Snape walked over to the desk and sat down. He picked up the quill and continued grading homework.

As for Harry, who had returned to Gryffindor Tower, he covered his face on the pillow directly after entering the dormitory. It was not until a while later that he raised his head out of breath, and Harry raised his hand to cover his own. Face.

A few minutes later, Harry banged his head against the pillow.

What did he do? ! ! !

...to confess to Snape in a disguised form.

His sanity must have been used by the old bat to paste the wall, so he couldn't feel the existence of this thing.

Harry fell limply on the pillow, and Ron sat on the edge of the bed and asked him strangely, "What's the matter?"

Harry lay motionless, Ron muttered a few words strangely, ignored him, and turned to play with Dean and the others.

He didn't think Snape's reaction was weird at all, even if any Slytherin was confessed like this, he would look like he swallowed a slug! !Not to mention Snape...

Harry was in a daze, feeling stupid for the first time.

The author has something to say:

Harry Expecting Face: Do you have a partner?

Snape Blackface: (no partner = nobody wants)

Author · (mourning) good (heart) open (sick) heart (mad): Ah ha ha ha... I'm really not laughing at anyone! (caiguai)