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Love and hate, like and dislike, this is our innate instinct.

But you can easily name one or two people you hate or even hate, but you may not be able to name a person you really love, except for your parents.

You can use all kinds of methods you can imagine and do to make the person you hate sad, but you are not necessarily willing to do everything you can to make the person you love happy.

People are always more selfish.

So loving someone wholeheartedly is never an easy thing.

Love needs spark, inspiration, time and catalyst.

I don't know when, Snape's life was full of Potter.

Read books and study with Potter, spend spare time with Potter, confide in Potter, share a bed with Potter, and spend Christmas with Potter.

It was unknown when Snape couldn't keep his eyes off Potter.

You won't get your heart beating faster because of your friend's closeness, you won't be full of anticipation for a word from your friend, and you won't be full of thoughts because of your friend's unintentional touch.

I don't know when Snape fell in love with Potter.

Thirst?

No one wanted Harry more than Snape.

He liked the way Harry smiled, liked his eyes.His smile is always so beautiful, and his eyes are clearer than anyone he has ever met.

Harry was his, had to be his, and only his.

He was like Vera in heat, and it was unbearable for Harry to ignore him even for a moment, and anyone who tried to touch Harry could drive him crazy.He is like a giant dragon guarding gold and silver treasures. Once he finds thieves who dare to covet his treasures, he can't wait to bite their throats off immediately.

He even wanted to lock Harry in the house and chain him to the bed so that he would never be able to get out, never be able to see anyone else, and always belong to him only.He didn't dare tell Harry at all, didn't dare let him know what was going on in his head, even to think about it seemed to be tarnishing his boy.

Five days of cold war is already the limit.

Five days, no talking, no physical contact of any kind.

There seemed to be an evil dragon in Snape's heart, roaring to tear everything around him.

Snape had been sitting on the sofa since he got home, not even taking off his coat.

The house in Spinner's End was getting warmer, and the fire in the fireplace would burn automatically as long as someone was in the house.The house has become clean, and there will always be one or two cups on the low table.All this is because of Harry, because of his presence, the house that has been filled with cold for more than ten years finally has some warmth.

Suddenly a green flame burst into the fireplace, and Harry stepped out of the fireplace.

Snape looked at his watch subconsciously, it was seven fifty-five.

Harry walked in front of him with a serious expression on his face. He took a deep breath, which showed that he was hesitant and he needed courage.But he didn't say anything, just said hello and sat next to him.

Snape's heart sank suddenly.

All the while, Harry was looking at him with kind eyes, touching him with sentimental words, and he felt happy and at peace whenever Harry was around him.He always felt that he might not be able to be happy, just like his mother, and it never occurred to him that Harry would like him.For such a long time, he has restrained himself.

But now, Harry moved to Spider's End to live with him, but it seemed that they didn't get along very well.

So what now?Was Harry going to tell him that he was leaving him? !Get away from him, the clumsy, cold, cruel, hideous, ugly snot! ?

He has been treating his boy with care and guarding him carefully.But now it seems that this ignorant Harry Potter doesn't need it at all!

He grabbed Harry and pressed him hard on the sofa. He kissed Harry like biting, suppressing him so that he could not resist.

Harry was his and only his!He has already got him, and he will never allow him to lose again.no way--!

But maybe it wasn't thorough enough... Snape ripped off Harry's pants, and he told himself over and over again with his remaining rationality, to slow down, but Harry's constant panting and soft moans broke his his sanity.

He developed Harry's body impatiently, and eagerly sent himself into him. He tried his best to be gentle with Harry, but Snape seemed to have a beast in his heart.The beast finally got what it had been looking forward to for a long time, and it charged fiercely. Hearing Harry's whimpering moans, an indescribable pleasure surged up in his heart.

"You're mine." Snape's voice sounded like a vow.

He kept fighting in Harry's body all the time, but it was not enough, he not only wanted to make Harry his, but also to hear Harry's honest confession.

There was a beast living in Snape's heart, it was dormant, and only when no one was around, only when Snape was mad with anger would it show its sharp claws.And this ferocious beast finally calmed down a little under Harry's emotional pandering.

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It's a lazy morning.

In Snape's memory, his home had never seen such a beautiful picture——

The dim light from the windows casts a soft bright color on the old wooden furniture.His home was never gorgeous and never very comfortable, but now it seemed simple and warm.

Snape was lying on the bed with his Harry asleep beside him.His hair looked disheveled, and his glasses lay on the bedside table, revealing his entire face.Snape reached out his hand fascinatedly, flicking Harry's eyelashes.

Harry's head jerked violently, and he woke up in a daze. He stretched his legs, curled his toes and opened them again.He didn't want to open his eyes at all, he just turned sideways, leaned into Snape's arms, subconsciously rubbed the corner of his mouth against Snape's naked chest.

Snape: "..."

Going to bed with the one you love and exercising can help you feel happy physically and mentally. Harry's whole body looks lazy and comfortable from top to bottom, except for something wrong with his buttocks and waist.

Cough, by the way, Pote's ass finally changed his surname.But they still lack an official ceremony, otherwise Little Pott can change his little ass name and surname whenever he wants.But...it's up to Snape to worry about it, let's continue with the bed story.

Harry opened his eyes suddenly, pushed Snape away and jumped off the bed. He squinted his eyes and went to the clock to check the time, and immediately shouted: "I'm late!"

Harry started running around looking for clothes, while Snape lay on the bed admiring the naked man.

Snotlite loves pods. —Maybe he doesn't like it?

Harry's body was not muscular, but solid.Thin but not scrawny, especially with his meaty butt - well let's use a more civilized word like buttocks - Harry's buttocks are firm and upturned, full of allure.I heard that people who love sports, especially Quidditch, have a beautiful fart... butt.

Snotlite tilted his head and stared sideways at Harry.He liked Harry's body, his smooth back, his straight, strong legs, his plump toes that were white and pale pink.

Harry pulled on his trousers to block Snape's gaze, "Snotlite, stop your obscene behavior."

Snape's eyes dodged for a moment, but he followed with a taunt: "You've been getting more and more...loose since you changed your surname."

It is now October 1979, 10, and it has been nine months and thirteen days since Pote's ass changed his surname.

More than nine months is enough time for a shy little Pot to become more open. He squinted at the snotling with dissatisfaction, "It's all your fault that I became promiscuous." He held his breath and added: "And I'm not slutty at all!"

More than nine months is enough time for an awkward and vicious snot to become sharper. He raised his eyebrows and smiled sinisterly. He stretched out his hand to caress Harry's arm, and let out a mocking sound in his throat, "If You accuse me of making you wanton, then—I accept it with pleasure."

The dissolute little Pote blushed, even though he had become a lot more open, but some things in his bones still could not be changed.Like clumsiness, especially against Snape.He can make himself look calm and composed in the face of the whole world, but he can't easily defeat the snotling.

And Snape liked that.

The snotlite pinched Pote's cheek hard, held his head, gave him a light and gentle kiss, and let him go.And Pote, who had a good taste, was like an insatiable kitten, he grabbed Snape's shoulder and leaned forward to bite Snape's lip.

"You're going to be late," Snape reminded viciously.

Harry snapped back to his senses, let out a scream, and continued to get dressed.

Snape lay on the bed, pulling the sheet over his arms.It had an ugly mark on it, and Harry had never liked it, it always reminded him of something bad.

Harry put on his shoes, stood up hastily, and pulled away the sheet covering Snape's arms, "Don't kid yourself, snotlite."

The ugly Death Eater's mark was exposed in the air.

Love, sometimes is such a simple pull.

Snape raised his arm, he looked at his Death Eater mark, and frowned tightly.

He heard Harry turn on the faucet in the bathroom, the bathroom door was left open, and Harry brushed his teeth from inside.

Snape sat up, picked up the shirt beside him and put it on.Harry checked himself in the mirror, then walked out of the bathroom quickly.He walked up to Snape who was getting dressed, grabbed his collar and leaned over to kiss his lips, slapped his butt before he had time to put on his pants, and immediately rushed out of the room.

"I'm leaving—" Harry yelled, standing outside the door, and left the house.

There are always so many nasty little tricks in Pot.

Snape stopped putting on his clothes, and he looked at the door in a daze.He sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at the Dark Mark branded on his body.This mark seemed to be alive. A black snake was entangled on his arm, wriggling slowly and spitting out a message.

Just last week, Snape overheard a prophecy.

Yes, that prophecy, the prophecy that Trelawney happened to utter when interviewing for a Hogwarts professorship - a boy would be born at the end of August, in a home that had defeated the Dark Lord three times.

That boy would end the Dark Lord, the boy chosen by fate.

This is breaking news, as long as he tells the Dark Lord, he will be rewarded handsomely.And this return is more cost-effective than just being a dispensable pharmacist.

But Snape didn't say it, not even to anyone.

He hates war.

He hated the ugly mark.

He hated living with Harry secretly, he hated not being able to give Harry a fair love, he hated...he hated himself...

If the war could end as soon as possible, if the Dark Lord could be defeated as soon as possible, maybe he would still have a chance to hold a wedding with Harry.He wanted to give Pot another name, for example Harry Snape would be very good.He wanted to have a baby with Harry, and now he was getting more and more used to home life, where the family lived together and tossed about trivial matters.

Snape stood up and put on his pants. He took out the recovery potions such as blood tonic and refreshment potion that he had prepared before and left the house.

Snape, the once famous potion genius, is now brewing the simplest and most common blood tonic, and he has not even qualified for intermediate potions.Snape hugged the box and went on to work as an unknown pharmacist.

He is content with his life now.When you go out, you no longer feel lonely. When you come home, there is a fire waiting quietly. When you open the door, what greets you is not the cold air, but the faint aroma of food.

Everything is so perfect, he is satisfied, but he hates himself alone.

He hated himself for why he had embarked on a path of no return, but failed to find out that it was wrong in the first place.

Ambition, career, achievement, but what's the use of having them if he has no one to share them with.