[HP] This deer is not a deer

Snape lifted the letter paper that he had pinched so hard that it was deformed, and threw it on the table. He rushed out without anger, but he didn't look at the gift again.He had lied to him, and Snape looked dark and unpredictable, staring blankly at the empty space ahead.

After 10 minutes passed, Snape turned around and strode around in the office. His cold and stiff face could hardly express much emotion. He glanced at the long-extinguished fireplace.

Back at the desk, Snape picked up the love letter that had been forcefully thrown on the desk, quickly folded it up, and stuffed it into the small gift box. Snape turned around and went to the drawer beside the desk, He opened the drawer and stuffed the gift box in the drawer without choosing to throw it into the trash can immediately.

The next day, the annoying Christmas ball came, which made Snape sullen and irritable. He saw that annoying really stupid Harry, holding a girl dressed like a fancy hen, stupid Turning around in the eyes of everyone.

Snape didn't really care about it, nor should he, but he was in a bad mood, Karkaroff was still bugging him, and Snape was tired of continuing to deal with this cowardly traitor, the uselessness of abandoning the Dark Lord The waste is basically unusable waste.All this led to an unhappy evening for Snape.

The next day, Harry was the same as usual, with a red-haired Weasley and Hermione Granger by his side. Harry was looking down to pick up the apple pie on the table, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Snape once suspected that the love letter was just a figment of his imagination, and he had been unconsciously peeking at the Gryffindor table throughout the lunch hour at noon.Then, he and Harry met each other's eyes, Snape was not surprised, he looked back at Harry coldly, Harry lowered his head, continued to drink a few sips of black tea, then turned his head to look elsewhere, vaguely So a little unnatural.

Snape didn't expose Harry's intentions, and Harry—Snape didn't even want to face these conjectures, whenever he thought of something...he became unbearably manic, but he wanted to restrain his Destructive malice.

Even though he thought with a sneer in his heart that he was dismissive, Snape still kept his mouth tightly shut.He knew all too well that he couldn't do it, and he wouldn't choose to.

He would not choose to do that, and he would not be able to trample and insult Harry's... emotions that shouldn't exist, and the only remaining thoughts made Snape close his eyes, and he recalled those memories again. In the most relaxed years of his life, Snape suppressed the hidden touch in his heart, and even vaguely noticed the fear that shouldn't exist in his heart.

Harry's hopeless love for him?He knew the consequences of this, and what kind of ending it would be. Harry's transgression made Snape feel complicated, so clear that he was even angry. He and Harry shouldn't have had much intersection, Snape stared at Harry, but Harry still lowered his head, turned his head and whispered to Ginny, and didn't notice Snape on the teacher's bench at all.

He looked down at Harry in the distance, and Snape made a cold judgment that no one should know about this, Harry was just Lily's child to him.

nothing.

... He can't be anything, Snape seemed to sense the fear deep in his heart, so strong that it made his heart beat muddy, he shouldn't feel extremely angry for someone he shouldn't care about.

—he was actually annoyed at Harry's deceit, was it true, really?It was like a roar that could not be concealed from the bottom of my heart.Snape tried to push the thought away, he felt awe, he dared not admit it.He didn't dare to admit that the root of his irritability came from his feelings being stolen by Harry.

Whatever those feelings were, as far as Snape was concerned, Harry made him cranky, and he was a real liar!Thief!The act stealthily steals from him—things that make him happy, maybe friendly, calm, a little bit softer for him...everything.

It's all deceptive.

Therefore, the soft tenderness he felt on that little idiot was all deceiving.

He cared, so angry, Snape sullen, he wasn't in love with Harry, but... did he really care?

Now... there is nothing left. With a flash of thought, Snape slightly bowed his back and squeezed the wine glass tightly in his hand. Snape recovered, his stern face was hard to see At the slightest sign, the thought of weakness at that moment flashed past with a hint of fear in the anger, and was immediately crushed by him completely.

Snape didn't think about it any more, the warmth that he coveted weakly was too kind to him, and he couldn't leave room for these weaknesses to survive.

To him, Harry was a responsibility, Snape knew it was worthless, and that cute little idiot... would not belong to him, Snape's heart gradually became empty and cold.He wasn't going to tear Harry down, but don't expect him to do anything superfluous either.

He withdrew his gaze, privately and cruelly adjudicating this relationship, and the people around him were talking about various topics noisyly and enthusiastically, and eating sumptuous food with relish.Snape had completely lost interest in these delicious foods, and he got up to leave early, but didn't intend to take another look at the Gryffindor table.

Harry quietly raised his head to peek at him, those twinkling eyes made Snape stabbed all over, he quickly looked away, and strode out of the auditorium quickly.

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He returned to his place, closed the door, and angrily wiped everything off the table the next moment.

……

What he got... was never very small.

There seemed to be a small voice whispering in the bottom of my heart.

Or, no?

He thought it should belong to him!Whenever Snape wanted to understand this, he couldn't suppress his anger, and even wanted to yell at Harry countless times. The intense anger, the feeling of betrayal and being deceived, Snape couldn't restrain it, maybe he really thought ... At least that simple friendship may not even be a relationship, at least it will belong to him.

He was more pitiful than he had imagined, and there was even such a pitiful plea in his heart. This feeling made Snape's depression and anger unprecedentedly strong.He suddenly discovered that he actually cared far more than he imagined about everything that existed on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, which made it difficult for him to shake off his resentment, and even chewed Harry's name so wholeheartedly that he couldn't sleep or eat.

Harry managed to stab Snape so hard in the heart that no amount of ignoring the wound could do it.

Snape hated Potter before, now he hates Harry, at this moment, Harry let Snape remember him deeply, not who, he is Harry Potter.

Potions class on Friday came as usual.

Snape refused to pay attention to Harry, and even pretended to ignore the boy completely, but occasionally he could catch the boy secretly watching him anxiously, but Snape firmly refused to respond.

It wasn't until the end of get out of class that the entire underground classroom was vacant that Snape gradually became more and more anxious.

He turned and strode out of the utterly empty classroom, and it wasn't until he reached the cellar door that Snape angrily had to admit what he was up to.But he couldn't stop himself, and why couldn't he go again—like a rebellious obsession driving him to do these things.

Snape rushed out of the castle almost impatiently, he came to the edge of the Forbidden Forest, and then he saw... a small furry deer, as silly as ever, he was staring up at the iceflakes on the treetops, trying to imitate the real deer moves.

True, Snape didn't understand what the hell he was doing, but Snape could see that he seemed to want to take a bite of that tree trunk?

These strange thoughts made Snape's head empty in an instant, and the raging and roaring emotions suddenly stagnated, and then disappeared.

The fawn turned his head stupidly, and moved his raised front legs off the tree stump awkwardly and embarrassingly, as if if Snape didn't show up again, he seemed to be planning to use common sense to climb trees.

Snape glanced at the tree that the little fool Harry had ruined, and Harry played dumb at Snape with his ears shaking.

Then, he took the initiative to lean forward, and with a little care, he leaned towards Snape with his slightly warm nose, as if he knew what he had done wrong.

Perhaps Harry's form at this time blinded Snape's heart. Even though he understood all of this thoroughly, Snape stretched out his hand, covered that round little head, and squeezed Harry gently. The horns protruding from the top of Harry's head made Harry squirm uncomfortably. After all, for a young deer, being pinched by a horn is not a very good experience.

"Huh?" Snape hummed, and Harry froze, suddenly stunned.

Harry lowered his head aggrievedly, allowing Snape to hold his little horn motionless.

"You still know you are wronged?" Snape said with the corners of his mouth pulled, and slowly let go of his hand, "...Forget it, anyway, with your head that can't hold much...you don't expect to understand much. "

Harry's eyes widened, he he he... is he saying he's stupid or stupid?

"You're staring at me?" Snape said, looking down.

Harry blinked, he was just a deer now, he blinked innocently.

Snape was silent for a while, and finally didn't say anything, just poked his fur lightly, but his movements were inadvertently gentle, as if he was afraid that Harry would disappear suddenly, and his dark eyes were a little hazy. The emotions that Lee can't understand are too deep and difficult to understand.

Harry thought Snape was a little weird, but he couldn't figure out what was going on at all... Maybe something happened at Hogwarts?Harry was thinking hard, but he couldn't think of anything he didn't notice, maybe because of Moody, Snape hadn't been happy this term anyway.

Perhaps Snape knew something that Dumbledore hadn't told him.

It made Harry a little frustrated thinking about it.

He rubbed against Snape's side reluctantly, but he could only stay for a while.

Twenty minutes later, Harry thought he had to leave, he didn't dare to stay here for too long, Harry signaled Snape to leave, and when he turned to leave, he kept looking back at Snape.

Snape was unusually calm, as if he hadn't been irritable and angry because of his leaving without saying goodbye that day. Harry turned his head and looked at him again slowly, and finally chose to rush into the Forbidden Forest in one breath. He didn't see it, Snape Nepe kept looking in the direction he was leaving, with a slightly gloomy and weird look on his face.

As if it was a grotesque thing for him to be standing here.

...but he's still here.