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There was always a deadness about Snape's office, just like his people.

His office contained a cabinet of potion bottles, as well as dark magic items and taxidermy.But you can see his work and hobbies from his decoration, and you can't see anything else.

The same goes for his bedroom, with brown wood furniture and dark blue thick cloth curtains, which make the whole room look gloomy.

But also with a kind of calm unique to Snape.

Harry lay face down on the bed, staring at Snape with his chin propped up.

It was already late at night, but he still didn't sleep. His eyes were as bright as an owl's in the dark.

Harry lay beside Snape who was already asleep, couldn't help stretching out his hand, and brought his little paw to Snape's face.

He liked Snape's high and straight nose bridge, which made Snape look cold and serious, with a kind of indisputable and deep menace.

Harry's fingers touched Snape's brow, sliding lightly and slowly across the bridge of his nose.

He also liked Snape's big hooked nose, which made him seem cunning and sinister, and maybe that was what the Sorting Hat had in mind when he was sorted into Slytherin.

His fingers crossed the bridge of his nose, landed on the tip of his nose, and then slid down.

In the darkness, Snape's lips moved suddenly.A big hand grabbed Pot's little paw, and Snape said in a low voice, "Sleep with you, Pot."

Harry was taken aback, and he stared at Snape dissatisfied, "...but you said I can do whatever I want."

Snape's tone didn't fluctuate at all, he held Pot's little paw firmly to his side, "Of course you can, otherwise you would have gotten out of my room by now." Snape snorted meanly One sound, and then said: "Sleep."

Harry pulled his hand hard, but Snape clearly had no intention of letting go.

The little boy muttered something in a low voice. He watched Snape close his eyes again, and moved his body unwillingly to get closer.He leaned closer to the man and kissed his neck lightly.In the quiet night, Harry heard Snape's breathing stagnate.

Although Snape is the DADA professor now, he always smells like potions.Harry buried his face in Snape's shoulder, smelling the scent that belonged to Snape.He rubbed his lips against the side of Snape's neck affectionately, sipping kisses on his neck and ears, making a soft "pah, pah".

This kind of kissing sound was not so much ambiguous as cute, but Snape could hear a hint of lewdness and pornography from it.

The boy's soft hair against his ears, his soft lips against his arteries, and the warm breath all drove Snape mad.

"Harry Potter!" Snape groaned, pulling Harry away.

"What's wrong?" Harry raised his head and looked at him innocently.

His tone was normal, his breathing was neither too fast nor too slow, and there was nothing unusual about it. The unique voice of a child was clear and simple, highlighting Snape's impatience and desire.

Damn simplicity!

Snape turned over and pressed on his body in frustration, "Satisfied?" The man pressed on the little boy's soft body and pulled his legs apart brutally.Snape looked down at the stunned Pott, maliciously and slowly moved his waist, pushing his stiff body under the little boy's body.

Harry felt all the blood rushing to his head, "...I..."

Snape lowered his head and whispered in his ear, "Are you satisfied?"

"I...I'm only 11 years old..."

"Don't pretend to be innocent with me!" Snape gritted his teeth and stared at him, "You have climbed into my bed as you wished more than ten years ago!"

"...You're talking nonsense!" Ha argued, "Obviously it's me you're after! It's you who wrote me a love letter, and even the first time was you...you forced me!"

Snape's eyes narrowed, "Aha! I've never been able to figure it out, so why did you consider a few words written by hand as a love letter and you still can't forget it, or did you fall in love with me at that time? "

The little snotling has already grown into an old bat, and he can't be calmed down with just a few words.

Harry blushed and faltered, unable to utter a word.Snape's half-closed eyes, tortured by lust, suddenly widened. He looked at the dumbfounded boy below him in surprise, "...you, you already liked me at that time?"

"……I do not have!"

Snape suppressed the fluttering little Pott, with a dazed expression, looking at Harry dreamily, he opened his mouth, and after a long moment of deliberation, he said, "You have liked me from a very early age. ...? Before I... asked to be with you?"

Harry squeezed his eyes shut, refusing to look at the greasy old snot again, but more painfully, Snape had never been very tolerant of Potter.

The happiest thing in life is that the person you love also loves you, and the happiest thing in life is that the person you love has fallen in love with you a long time ago.

Snape, who had been gloomy for many years, came back to life, his eyebrows raised, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help curling up, "It's hard for me to imagine—" Snape stared closely at the boy under him, fingers Lightly brushed across Harry's face, "You actually fell in love with the Potions professor you hated the most in your student days. You can say that you hated each other back then. Or..." Snape's face suddenly changed It's hard to see, "Or do you have a crush on that man who didn't give you good looks since you were a child?!"

Harry pursed his lips and stared at Snotluck, but didn't know how to respond.He did hate that greasy Slytherin, but he loved this greasy old bastard.

Snape's self-satisfied expression just now became angry: "You really like him?!"

Harry looked at him in surprise, "You, are you jealous of yourself?"

"that's not me!"

"But you are the same person!"

Snape had a strange expression on his face, his face contorted slightly, "I'm not like him. He hates you, but I - love you."

In the dark bedroom, Harry couldn't see Snape's expression clearly, but could hear his distress and anger.Little Pot couldn't help laughing smugly, "Obviously you love me, you can tell from your closet full of dirty clothes."

Snotlite: "..."

Harry looked at Snape critically, and curled his lips on purpose, "Does it mean that you will become messy as long as I don't stare at you?" Little Pott reached out and stroked his greasy hair, "But If you empathize with someone else, I can find some signs from here, right?"

Snape slapped Pott's little paw away, and pressed it back on the bed, with burning anger hidden in his low voice: "Ten points from Gryffindor."

Harry imitated Snape and raised his eyebrows, "What's the reason, Pofesser?"

Snape's face froze for a moment, then he gritted his teeth and said viciously, "...Because you don't respect the professor..."

That's what it feels like.As long as the two people meet, they don't have a few good words, they sarcasm each other, but they are attracted by the bickering with guns and sticks.

The 11 years of strangers and the age gap seemed to narrow instantly, and Harry suddenly felt like he was back in Snape's school days, flirting with the jerky and awkward little Sif to his heart's content.

Harry hugged Snape, his legs clamped around his waist and he rubbed gently.Anyway, he's only 11 years old, so he doesn't have any so-called dissatisfaction or...cough cough, in short, the poor snot is the only one who suffers.

The soft and immature body clung to the man's body and rubbed it flatteringly. Snape grabbed Harry's butt and firmly fixed it under him, "... If you don't want your ass to bloom - just don't move!"

Snape frowned in annoyance, hugged Harry tightly and kissed his ear in an erotic way.Abstinence is an easy task when the heart is ashes, but when the love is rekindled, the love that has been silent for 11 years seems to gather together and multiply, and the fiery desire almost burns out Snape's reason.

His idea is very simple and clear, that is to rush into that wonderful place where he can forget everything.Maybe it didn't need to be so gentle, Snape's hands were rubbing Harry's buttocks, and everything was self-evident.

Snape didn't allow Harry to move, but he unbuttoned Harry's shirt, eagerly shoved his lower body between the boy's legs and rubbed it.He lowered his head and gently bit the boy's nipple, licking and biting it gently in his mouth.

Harry's face was flushed, and he didn't even need to touch it to know that his skin was hot.His body is still too small to feel such a warm pleasure at all, but the feeling of being stroked and kissed is not uncomfortable, and even slightly itchy.

He couldn't help but shrink back and let out a small moan.

Snape stopped short.

"Damn it...!" He stood up suddenly, looked at the half-naked little boy on the bed as if frightened, turned his head and rushed into the bathroom.

Little Pott lay on the bed, watching Snotlion lock the bathroom door.He blinked his eyes and showed a very frightened smile.

Do whatever you want?As long as he wants to, even if he is only 11 years old, he can torture that old snotling to death.

Harry stretched out his hands to gather his clothes, lay down in the middle of the bed in a large size, pulled the quilt and closed his eyes.

~~~~~~~~~

"Hey! Harry!" A boy suddenly rushed in front of Harry, and finally added: "Potter!"

Harry pushed back, looking at him in surprise, "Um, hi."

Ron stood up like a loyal little knight, and asked the boy who appeared suddenly: "What are you doing?"

The boy looked at Harry, then raised his head suddenly, and said disdainfully, "I'm looking for Harry, not you."

"Why do you call Harry Harry? He is our Harry, not yours!"

Big Potter's face swelled up like a balloon, and he said to Harry angrily, "You! Come with me, or...or I'll tell others your little secret!"

Ron immediately yelled, "I'm going to tell your mother you're a bully!"

"Then I'll tell Aunt Molly that you are serving as little Potter's flower protector! Are you pursuing little Potter?"

Ron gasped, and his face quickly turned red, almost brighter than his hair.He pointed at Big Potter and stammered, "You, you, you, you...you hate it!" Ron blushed and glanced at Harry, panicking...hid his face and left.

Big Potter watched Ron run away triumphantly. He carefully looked around and said to Harry, "I've seen it all!"

Harry looked at him blankly, "See what?"

"You, you stop pretending!" Big Potter said eagerly, but immediately after he deliberately lowered his voice and said mysteriously: "I already know! You and Snape...you, you... …you slept together last night—”

Harry's face was a little hot, and he let out an embarrassed "Oh", but he didn't seem panicked.After all, his relationship with Snape would be discovered one day, but it was a matter of time.He asked casually, "Yeah, what's the matter?"

"What's wrong?!" The boy couldn't help but yelled, his face turned red quickly, as if he had become a second Ron, his hands seemed to not know where to put them, and kept Rubbing hands.Suddenly, he grabbed Harry's shoulders, "I... I, you and I... I knew, we, we are connected by blood—!"

We are connected by blood... connected by blood... connected by...

Harry stared in shock at the boy who looked his age and looked similar, and couldn't believe why he had discovered the answer so quickly.

how come?Even if Harry knew he might have both the Marauder's Map and the Invisibility Cloak, sooner or later he would pick up something from their resemblance, but he didn't expect it to be so soon.

"……How did you know?"

Big Potter suddenly stared at him with wide-eyed eyes, "You already knew?" His expression suddenly became angry, and he changed his face as fast as turning the pages of a book. He stared fiercely at Harry and growled: "You already knew that?" You know we are cousins, but why do you still pretend you don't know me?!"

Xiao Pote was stunned: "Cousin...?"

Big Potter scratched his head in anger, and said vaguely, "Then...cousin?"

Harry: "..."

"Whatever shit it is, we're brothers anyway! But you...you actually hate me all the time!" The boy's face showed a hurt look, and his eye circles were a little red.But immediately after, he pursed his lips tightly, and grabbed Harry's hand, which made the two of them clasp their little fingers together.He took Harry affectionately and swaggered into the hall, "I have already written to my mother, and I told her that I found Uncle Harry and Snape's son. Anyway, what mother said we are brothers, we are brothers !"

The big Potter dragged the completely stupid little Potter to the Gryffindor long table, and dragged Harry to sit beside him.Like a victorious general, he pouted at Ron Weasley vigorously like a triumphant general-even though it made his entire face deformed, Big Potter still felt quite relieved.

Big Potter, relieved of his hatred, pushed the big plate containing the chicken legs in front of Harry, and said to Harry in a disgusting and warm tone that he had never seen before: "This is the best!" Eat it, I won’t eat it, I’ll give it to you.”

If Big Potter had a small tail, it must have been dancing with the wind and wagging wildly like a child.

Ron glared at him angrily, "Hmph, you son of a bitch!"

The dog-legged Potter rushed to pay attention to Harry, his face lacked the usual arrogance and domineering, and his despicable virtues were no different from his father's.

Harry couldn't help but look at him a few more times, and this really made Big Potter, who had never had any friends, very happy!He originally wanted to sullenly put on a loving expression of an elder brother caring for his younger brother, but he couldn't help showing a silly smile at Harry.

Big Potter's smile was so happy, as if his whole face lit up.Ron sat across from him and stared at the annoying ghost's face in astonishment, wrinkled his face and muttered something, then lowered his head and ate the pie.

"Mom and Dad have always missed Uncle Harry very much. My name was chosen in memory of him. I heard that my name should have been Miles." Big Potter was still immersed in the beautiful YY, he couldn't control his excitement, "I think my mother will come over as soon as she sees the letter. She will definitely want to see you! Then we can live together in the future!"

Harry: "..."