Stepfather of HP

Tea and black tea were served, "A piece of sugar, thank you." Scrimgeour said, Dumbledore added the sugar for him, and then Scrimgeour saw Dumbledore add a whole three pieces of sugar to his cup.

"Ms. Umbridge died of poison." Dumbledore said, and Scrimgeour was startled.

"Oh?"

"But she didn't stay in Hogwarts for even a second, nor did she drink water or eat anything. It can be said that even if someone poisoned her, I think the murderer was also in the Ministry of Magic or her home. Right... ...It's really easy to make people violent, do you want to eat lemon candy?"

"Oh, no, thanks." Scrimgeour declined.

"Are you interested in being the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts after you retire?"

"Huh? No, thank you..."

"The treatment at Hogwarts is very good, and there are winter and summer vacations..."

Only when Scrimgeour came back to his senses did he realize that he had been listening to Dumbledore's promotion of the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts for almost an hour... He almost fainted and agreed...

Scrimgeour's investigation turned up nothing, but the investigation continued.

Harry struggles with his dreams every night. He doesn't understand why the Harry in the dream just doesn't know the importance of Occlumency, and why the Harry in the dream always has strange dreams.

The most outrageous thing is that Harry can even feel the feeling of Harry in his dream. After Umbridge punished Harry and made Harry write not to lie with a special quill, he even felt the burning pain on his arm!

Harry sat up, holding his own arm and breaking out in a cold sweat. He even saw a flash of a similar handwriting on his arm...

What the hell is wrong with him?

Harry picked up the invisibility cloak, wrapped himself tightly, walked out of the Gryffindor tower, and began to wander around the castle, breathing the free air in the dark air, Harry suddenly understood why Harry in the dream was so I like night tours.

Before he knew it, Harry walked to the corridor leading to the cellar. After realizing that he couldn't go any further, Harry stopped and sat on the ground in a daze.

Severus, Severus, Severus...

He murmured the name silently in his heart.

As if answering his call, whether it was in the silent night or in the bustling market, Harry could recognize the sound of footsteps with his eyes closed, it was Severus.

Harry looked expectantly at the sound of the footsteps, even ignoring the sound of another footstep accompanying Severus.

"No, I refuse, I would never do it anyway." Snape seemed to be arguing with the person next to him.

"As long as it creates an illusion..."

"Illusions don't work either."

"I think you should talk it over with Harry."

"No, never!"

"But the Dark Lord..."

"I've been procrastinating for so long, and I'll continue to procrastinate."

"He's getting impatient."

"My patience is almost exhausted. I have to plan ahead anyway."

"No, absolutely not, everything has been arranged, absolutely not in advance."

"Then let the Dark Lord kill me! Anyway, let me create the illusion that I have an affair with my stepson. I will never do it anyway!" Snape's next words shocked Harry.

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Hahaha, please give Lord Dark Lord the Best Matchmaker Award in this book!

96. Conflict! !

Then there was silence between the two of them, a needle drop could be heard throughout the corridor, Harry desperately covered his mouth and controlled his breathing.

After a long time Snape finally spoke again, this time in a softer tone.

"Did he do anything to you again?"

"His latest split soul seems to split his desires away, and he is not interested in me now."

"That's fine."

"I'm going back. If I leave for a long time, people will be suspicious. After all, I have nowhere to go." There was a kind of self-pity in the man's tone.

"Would you like to visit your brother?"

"He's fine, I don't need to see him."

There was silence again, and then the man was gone, and Harry thought about how that man got into Hogwarts, how it was impossible for anyone other than Hogwarts staff and students to get through without permission. The channel of the gate entered Hogwarts, and that person could not have entered through the gate...

If Harry guessed correctly, that person was - Regulus.

Snape returned to his room, closed the door tightly, tore off his clothes one by one, walked into the bathroom naked, tapped the shower head, and warm water sprayed out of it , Snape stood in the water with his eyes closed, his mind in a mess.

In addition to telling him that Harry has strange feelings for him, the Dark Lord also ordered him to use Harry's feelings for him to make Harry his captive completely, to let Harry obey his words unconditionally, and to let Harry replace him. Get the prophecy ball.

Snape had already made up his mind when he heard the Dark Lord's suggestion. He would rather be killed by the angry Dark Lord than touch Harry's finger, even if it was just to create an illusion!Anyway the plan is done and it's just waiting to be executed, the Dark Lord has better spies next to him, it's no big deal that he sacrificed his life, he didn't intend to live long at all, now that Harry is grown up, he doesn't need him at all , he had more negative effects on Harry than positive ones, and life and death had long been indifferent to him.

There was a light knock on the bathroom door, and Snape thought he was hallucinating. Who could enter the master undercover through his office door and even knock on the bathroom door?

He turned off the water, wrapped himself in a towel, reached for his wand, and slammed open the bathroom door, only to see a green-eyed boy in a Gryffindor uniform looking at him with pursed lips.

"How did you get in here?" Snape put down his wand, and frankly let Harry look at his body. His slightly thin but well-proportioned upper body was exposed to Harry's eyes. Just wrapped around a towel.

Harry blushed a little and looked away.

"All rooms in Slytherin are open to Parselmouth." Harry looked down at his toes, but Snape's half-naked body was deeply imprinted in his mind, and it was not the first time he saw Father's half naked, but every time I see it, I feel sexier than before.

"Next time I'll set a magic trap," Snape said, taking a step back, trying to close the door.

Harry put one hand on the bathroom door, stopping him "I heard you talking to Regulus."

"Of course... Of course you heard it. How could I have forgotten the great Invisibility Cloak." Snape said, Harry suddenly appeared in his room so late, he must have been in the corridor of the cellar for a long time before ...had been Harry's father for so long, he knew Harry's behavior patterns like the back of his hand.

"I can create an illusion with you...it wouldn't be very difficult..." Harry whispered.

"No, I don't agree."

"We can go to the principal!"

"He didn't need to know about it."

"Voldemort will kill you for disobeying orders!"

"Then let him be killed."

"If you're dead, there's no point in my life!" Harry looked up, looking Snape straight in the eyes, letting Snape know he meant it.

Snape gritted his teeth and glared at Harry. Lily sacrificed her life to protect Harry. Harry, whom he had cultivated with painstaking efforts, actually belittled his own life like this. Sad, "then you can go to die."

Snape slammed the bathroom door shut.

"You are my everything! Everything! If there is no one who loves me and the one I love in this world, what is the meaning of my life! Why don't you want me? Why? Why can't you pretend for me once! Why? You won't let If I die, I will not die, I will be the second Dark Lord, I promise to do better than him! I understand the Muggle world, and I also understand the wizard world, and I will mess up the whole world when you die!"

Snape opened the door, and this time he put on his trousers. He grabbed the gibbering Harry and dragged him into the master bedroom. After sitting on the bed, he pinned Harry on his lap. Hit his ass hard.

"I just didn't hit you enough! You ungrateful pervert!" Snape slapped Harry's ass hard, and he was so angry that he couldn't control the force in his hands. He struggled on his knees and cried out, pawing vigorously with his hands and feet.

"You don't want me anymore! Why are you hitting me?! You're going to die! It's me who made the mistake! Why are you going to die?!" Harry's crying sound resounded throughout the cellar, and Snape had to He cast a Silencing Charm with his free hand, lest the whole Hogwarts be woken up by him.

Then he continued to spank Harry's ass until he couldn't even cry, and stopped when he noticed that Harry was surprisingly quiet on his lap.

Harry on his lap was half-opening his mouth, his eyes were red and staring straight ahead, Snape laid him flat on the bed, "Harry..." He patted Harry's face.

"Uh..." Harry, who couldn't catch his breath, managed to catch his breath after being laid flat, and then began to vomit.

Snape was really frightened by him, he didn't even care that his vomit splashed on him, "Harry..." He picked Harry up and was about to run to the infirmary.

Harry tugged at his sleeve, shaking his head desperately.

Harry kept spitting out all the contents of his stomach before stopping. Snape brought a glass of warm water and fed him to drink slowly.

After making sure he wasn't throwing up, Snape did a cleanup, cleaning up the messy bedroom and both of them.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have hit you." Snape apologized to Harry, who really hit Harry out of anger.

Harry put his arm around Snape's neck, "You must not die! You must not die!"

"Okay, I'm not dead." Snape patted Harry on the back like a baby.

"I really don't know what I'm going to do when you die, I can't control myself." Harry looked into Snape's eyes warningly, "I have a devil in my heart." He said seriously .

"Everyone has a devil in their hearts." Snape was taken aback, thinking of the fragments of Harry's soul that belonged to the Dark Lord.

"The devil in my heart is very strong." Harry pointed to his heart, "I'm afraid of losing, I only have you..."

"You have Ron, Hermione..."

"No, they're different, Ron has his own family, Hermione has his own, and they have each other, but I'm the only one besides you, and you're the only one besides me, I'm dead They can all live strong, but if I lose you, or you lose me, life will lose its meaning.”

"I……"

"Don't lie to me, I'm your son, I'm as important to you as you are to me."

Could Snape deny Harry's words?Absolutely not, because since Lily's death, Harry has been all the pillars of his life, everything he has done is for Harry, without Harry... What's the point of his rebirth?

But what he didn't expect was that he was so important in Harry's eyes. What he thought was that when Harry grows up, he will have his own world and people who are really important to him, but Harry regards him as the whole world .

Can he say he's done too well?

"I was wrong, maybe it would be better to give you to someone else to raise you." His attachment to feelings and even paranoia still affected Harry after all.

"No, no one will make me grow up happily like you." Paranoid?Harry thinks this is something deep in his bones. Even Harry in his dream is not looking for the elimination of the Dark Lord, but a warm home. For the home of his dreams, Harry in his dreams will be persistent and even Paranoid because they have so little.

Snape let out a long sigh, he knew that he was persuaded by Harry, he was not afraid of death, he was afraid that Harry would go to extremes after his death, he knew Harry as he knew himself, and he also knew that he would sacrifice anything for Harry , so he compromised. "Just acting."

"Just acting." Harry nodded.

Snape left the bed, opened the medicine cabinet, and threw a bottle of potion to Harry, "Go back to your room, and go to bed after taking the medicine. Your pajamas are still there, probably a little too small. Let's wear it overnight."

Harry took the medicine and tried to stand up, but the pain in his ass was so painful that he couldn't even stand up, and Severus was really pissed off by him, and he couldn't control it at all when he hit him.

"Damn it!" Snape cursed, pushed Harry onto the bed, lifted Harry's robes, took off Harry's jeans, and wore jeans under wizard robes, a bad habit of the new generation of little wizards!

Harry's ass was red and swollen, covered with red marks, Snape opened the cap of the potion, sprinkled the potion down, and stretched out his hand to smooth it out for Harry.

"I think you'd better get out of the way and let me wipe it myself," Harry whispered, some part of him already hard as steel, though just imagining Severus' hand on his ass was enough. Enough to kill him, but Harry didn't want to make a fool of himself in front of Severus...

"Okay..." Snape jumped up as if he had a nail in his ass, and quickly left the bedroom.

Harry struggled to spread the potion evenly with his hands, and the potion quickly relieved the pain in his buttocks, but it did nothing to relieve the pain in the other part of him, let alone lying on Severus' bed with his nose full of squirrels. Fleurs' body odor was a mix of soap, shampoo, and potions.

Just imagining this was enough to make him explode, let alone experiencing it himself, and Harry slowly moved his hand to his painful spot, soothing himself with skillful movements.

Snape hated his sensitive hearing as a spy. The suppressed moans of his stepson mixed with pain and pleasure from the bedroom made him have the urge to flee thousands of miles away. This is definitely not a father-son relationship The side that Harry wants to let the other person know, not to mention that Harry who is masturbating on his bed is [-]% fantasizing about himself...

When the voices in the room finally stopped, Snape breathed a sigh of relief, and he was literally dying to go through this again.

After a long time, Harry came out of the master bedroom. "I changed the sheets for you," said Harry, staring at his toes again.

"Good night." Snape returned to his room without looking at him.

When he saw the bed in the room, everything that Harry did ten minutes ago immediately flooded his mind, and he couldn't stay in this room anymore...

But going out at this time will only face Harry directly.

Snape waved his wand, and the huge bed worth thousands of pounds changed, and Snape realized that he had unintentionally transformed his bed into the cot that he slept in in Spider's End in his previous life.

Snape lay down and covered himself with the old quilt... Then he said to himself that the first thing he did when he got up tomorrow was to buy a new bed.

Actually he never left Spinner's End...he got himself stuck there...

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Snape finally gave in to Harry.

97. Latent One

Draco was dreaming of a vacation by the sea, when suddenly the calm sea began to be violently violent, and someone shouted his name desperately.

Draco opened his eyes in a daze, but saw Zabini who didn't go back to the dormitory last night to sleep, as if he had seen a ghost.

"The people of Ravenclaw found you? Kicked you out?" Zabini recently dated a Ravenclaw, and the two often dated in empty classrooms near Ravenclaw.

"Draco, pinch me," Zabini said.

Draco sat up and pinched him unceremoniously. Clark and Goyle, who were sleeping with them, were still sleeping soundly. Because he hated their snoring to disturb him, Draco half-forced Clark and Goyle to learn Silencing spell, now they couldn't hear Draco and Zabini talking, and Draco and Zabini couldn't hear their snoring.

"Ouch." Zabini clutched his arm and yelled in pain, "Why are you so hard?"

"You let me pinch."

Zabini glanced at Clark and Gore who were still sleeping. They were originally a five-person dormitory, but one person was missing when the dormitory was divided, and one bed was always empty. What he wanted to say could not be heard by others. Otherwise, he was worried about his own safety. Both Clark and Goyle were too stupid and too talkative. They must not let them know anything.

"Tell me if you have something."

"I saw Harry Potter coming out of the Headmaster's office when I was going back to the dungeon today." If you wanted to leave or return to the Slytherin dungeon, you had to pass Snape's office.

"And then?" Harry Potter didn't know what was going on with the dean this semester, but it was normal for Harry to sleep with the dean after they got together.

"I saw Harry Potter kiss the dean's cheek with my own eyes." Zabini shivered for a moment. He still remembered the cold and warning look in the dean's eyes after he found him, but he didn't say that he really wanted to Suffocate until it explodes.

"It's just a kiss on the face... what's the big deal." He and his father also often kissed each other on the face and so on. Before they were seven years old, they often kissed each other mouth-to-mouth. It was really not a big deal.

"Oh, that feeling is definitely not a kiss between father and son. If the dean hadn't turned his face away, I swear he would have kissed the dean on the lips. Anyway, the atmosphere between them is very warm!" Zabini said decisively , "Besides, if it's an ordinary kiss between father and son, the dean doesn't have to stare at me warningly."

"Since he's staring at you, why do you still gossip about these things with me?" Draco broke out in a cold sweat, the godfather and Harry Potter... just thinking about it scared Draco to death.

"If I don't say it, I will go crazy... In short, the relationship between the two of them is not simple!"

The other two members of the Iron Triangle of Gryffindor were also aware that the situation had changed. Harry no longer forced a smile. Unfading rosiness.

"Don't tell me you spent the night in the cellar last night." Hermione directly pulled Harry into the empty classroom.

Ron looked at Harry in shock, hoping that Harry would answer in the negative.

"Yes, I spent the night in the cellar." Harry admitted generously.

"You and Snape...you two..." Ron looked like he had swallowed a fly...

"We're not like that yet... it's all about acting," Harry said, acting as acting, as long as his father didn't keep him away.

"Who is it for?!" Hermione immediately pointed out the key point, "Oh my god... I, Merlin... God... Snape..."

"I mean we were acting before."

"what?"

"We are temporarily separated because of our identities. He told me last night that he can no longer deceive himself...but we both agreed to take it easy for the time being." Although Harry felt guilty for lying to his friends, but The less people knew that Nep was a spy, the better.

"You mean Professor Snape loves you too?"

"He loves me." Harry admitted directly, and he wasn't lying about that, Snape loved him like a father, but just as sincerely.

"It's against the school rules! It's even against the law!" Ron went berserk. The reason why he accepted Harry's love for Professor Snape was because Professor Snape didn't accept Harry. Now the two It turned out to be "happy with each other", which challenged Ron's bottom line too much.

"Ron, shut up!" Hermione slapped the back of his head fiercely, "What are you going to do in the future?"

"We'll take it slow, and when I graduate from Hogwarts, he'll quit and we'll live together." Harry's face was full of smirks of people in love, although what he said was his own. Fantasy, but the sense of happiness is still overflowing from his heart.

"Where's Voldemort?"

"Of course we will retire after killing Voldemort." Harry said, in fact, this is his overall plan. If Voldemort is not killed, not only will the wizarding world not be stable, but his parents' spirits in heaven will not get real peace, even if Severus Even if he is not the so-called destined savior, Harry will fight Voldemort to the end. Lions are naturally territorial and family animals, and dare to offend them. His territory and family are ready for death, even if he flies away from death.

"Good luck." If it's between people of the same age, even if it's not the relationship between guardians and wards like Harry and Snape, Hermione would say it's too romantic, but Hermione can't say it now According to common sense, if another classmate told him that he was having an affair with his stepfather, Hermione's first reaction would be to call the police. Harry, Professor Snape just accepted it passively.

"Wish him luck? I wouldn't wish him luck..." said Ron, and Ron pushed open the door and walked out.

Harry looked at Ron's back sadly.

"Don't worry, he will figure it out."

Compared to Harry's happiness, Snape was more silent, he didn't even bother to let out the air-conditioning, his whole person was in a state of emptiness, he finally told the Dark Lord about letting him seduce Harry, let Harry help The Dark Lord told Dumbledore about the theft of the Prophecy Ball.

"So you decided to 'act' with Harry?" Dumbledore was very clear in his heart. If Snape hadn't made up his mind, he would never have mentioned this matter to himself. In Snape's eyes, Harry The importance has long surpassed the elimination of Voldemort.

Neither his pride nor his paternal love for Harry allowed him to do anything out of the ordinary.

"Harry convinced me." Snape said lightly. The place where Harry left his kiss as light as a butterfly's wing in the morning was scorching hot. He sent Harry away in order to make Harry think again. Yes, but Harry came straight to kiss him on the lips, and he ducked, letting Harry's kiss land on his cheek, and he didn't see Zabini's shocked face until he regained consciousness.

Harry had already entered the state of "acting". After threatening Zabini away with his eyes, Harry whispered, "We'd better let the students know about it."

"Yeah." He nodded, then retreated to his office, closed the door, went to the bathroom and buried his face in the cold water until he was about to suffocate before raising his head. The only person who felt guilty about incest was him?This wasn't the first kiss between him and Harry, he had put a good morning kiss on Harry's forehead every night for several years, but these memories made that kiss even worse.

"Since you have decided to act with Harry, don't regret it, you two are not related by blood after all." Dumbledore persuaded him.

"What I have paid for him is not measured by blood relationship. I dare say that what I have paid for him exceeds most fathers and sons who are related by blood."

Dumbledore didn't know what to say, and he didn't know if Snape had told him about the Dark Lord's plan from the very beginning, whether he would force Snape to act with Harry, after all, he had seen it with his own eyes in the past ten years How much Snape paid for Harry, even if Harry didn't have a father-son relationship with Snape, Snape's feelings for Harry would not be discounted at all.

"Anyway, he and I will never go back in time," Snape said.

Thinking about it carefully, he felt stupid. Anyway, he wouldn't live for a few years, so what's the point of obsessing over these things?When Voldemort died, he lived for 20 years, and went to hell on his own, so why did he care about the flood behind him?

Speaking of incest is also one of the crimes of going to hell, it seems that hell really suits him.

Halloween, Christmas, sometimes life even seems to be separated by one festival after another. Harry walked in the Christmas village of Hogsmeade while biting an ice cream, beside him was still silent Sneak general.

"Whoever killed Umbridge, I think he's a hero," said Harry, who was telling Snape about his latest dream.

"Yeah." Snape nodded, he no longer objected to acting with Harry, but most people in Hogwarts thought that the father and son were just getting along.

"Draco in reality is not as flat as in the dream." Harry continued, "Every time I dream, I want to give the Draco in the dream the bald potion."

This time Snape didn't even respond.

The two seemed to have regained their former intimacy, but Harry was always the one talking, and Snape was silent nine times out of ten.

"Let's go to Muggle London for Christmas break." Harry reached out and took Snape's hand.

Snape didn't agree or disagree, but their holding hands made some careful people frown. As a stepfather-son relationship, the relationship between Snape and Harry was too close from the beginning, and the public Originally thought that their relationship would normalize when Harry grew up, but who would have thought that it would return to a somewhat weird level of intimacy, no, it should be said to be even weirder.

Snape wanted to let go of Harry's hand, but Harry held it tighter, "Let's go back to the dungeon." Harry now sleeps in the dungeon for half of the week, but when they are in the dungeon, the two of them compete with each other. The distance outside was even further away, and Snape didn't even want to look at Harry, instead of acting outside with the Dark Lord in mind.

"We're going to meet someone," Snape said, "I'm the one who decides where and when we're going in our relationship." His attitude suddenly became very hard, "You'd better Be nice."

"Yes, Father." Harry said respectfully. They had already walked near the Pig's Head Bar. The people coming and going here were extremely complicated, and they might be under the eyes of the Death Eaters.

This was Harry's first time stepping into the Hog's Head pub. It was small and dark. The dust hanging on the windows hadn't been cleaned for hundreds of years. The ground was dark and uneven. Harry thought it was compacted earth. , I stepped on it and found that it was the floor, and those uneven things turned out to be garbage that no one cleaned.

The owner of the Pig's Head Bar was a very old wizard, tall and thin, with white hair and beard, and a strange temper. Harry thought it was strange that people would come to this bar to spend money, but the business here was not. Surprisingly good.

There are always some strange people coming and going, and no one ever takes a second look or asks a question.

Snape took Harry directly upstairs, knocked on a door, and after getting an affirmative answer, Snape walked in with Harry.

Inside the room were Lucius Malfoy and another strange wizard, who kept looking at Harry with strange eyes, as if Harry was some kind of delicious dessert.

"Travers, take your gaze away, or I don't mind blinding you." Snape said, and the strange wizard lowered his head.

"Father..." Harry asked Snape softly, fittingly playing the part of a boy who was at the mercy of his father and totally dependent on his father.

"He's just a friend of mine." Snape didn't explain too much to him.

"I didn't expect you to do it under the eyes of Dumbledore... This is really... a great love." Lucius praised insincerely, he is neither a Death Eater nor an Ece The identity of Snape's friend was speaking, but it was ordered by the Dark Lord to find out if Snape had turned Harry into an obedient pet, and at the same time not to spoil Snape's affairs.

"Yes." Snape said, taking Harry's shoulders, letting Harry rest on his shoulders, and kissing Harry's forehead forcefully.

"The master has booked the room next door for you, and let you spend the night here. After all, there are many restrictions in the castle." Travers said enviously.

Such a small hotel is not soundproof, and it is clear what is going on next door, the Dark Lord is still not completely relieved.

"Abandon our water bed for the time being, and stay outside overnight, eh?" Snape's Occlumency was running to the limit before he controlled himself, and he said with a finger on Harry's chin.

"As you wish, Father," said Harry, blinking his big green eyes, and he was as cute as an obedient cat.

Snape rewarded him with a snappy kiss on the lips, "Do you mind if we go back to our rooms now?"

"No, not at all," Lucius said, honestly a little shocked, he even kind of thought this incestuous relationship might be real if he didn't know Snape that well.

Snape left the room with his arms around Harry, even pinching Harry's bottom very hard in the process.

"The teacher at Hogwarts is really a good job." Travers didn't know much about the real relationship between Snape and Harry.

"Hmph." Lucius reminded himself to protect Draco from these perverted Death Eaters. Although he was one of them, he had to admit that many of them were disgusting. The same goes for the standard.

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The next chapter is the latent pseudo-H, and this chapter is named because it is completely copied from the latent...

98. Latent Two

As soon as Snape and Harry entered the next room, they closed the door. Compared with the messy hall, the guest room in the Pig's Head Bar was okay, at least the sheets and bedding were washed, but when he thought about who was lying on it, Snape Nep felt a little sick.

He took off his robe and laid it on the bed, wearing only a black turtleneck shirt and black wool trousers.

"Cooperate with me."

Harry didn't just cooperate, he also took off his student robes, unbuttoned the cuff buttons on his shirt to reveal his arms, then he looked at Snape, kissed his own arm, and kissed loudly, " Um... Father... Father..."

Snape tried not to look at him, lay down on the robes he had spread on the bed, and rolled on it.

"what……"

"Um... lightly... oh... father... don't touch there... uh..."

From one to ten, Harry's bed calling is worth at least seven or eight points. Snape occasionally made a sound to match it, and used his body to press the bed until it creaked. He couldn't help thinking of this, haha Li's eyes followed him all the time, his face turned red quickly, and the dark blue school uniform pants gradually responded.

He moaned louder, even a little more genuinely emotional, "Uh...uh...ah...ah..."

"Be patient." Snape used all the willpower of a double agent to act, otherwise he would really rush out of the door. The most terrifying thing is that his body has something that it shouldn't have because of Harry's moans and eyes. reaction.

Men are indeed animals of desire, and all the moral codes that come from desire have been forgotten...

Snape closed his eyes, allowing himself to imagine disgusting things, such as Voldemort's ugly face, but when he opened them, Harry was too close to him.

Harry's shirt was already in a mess, and his panting became more urgent, "I want you...I want your father...uh...ah..."

Then Harry began to shake the bed regularly, and the bed banged loudly against the thin walls.

Whoever is next door will think that some very intense sex is going on in this room.

While pretending to moan, Harry looked into his father's eyes. After his sudden approach, Snape didn't dare to close his eyes anymore. The two people's eyes were intertwined like this, but their body and mouth did not stop acting.

Snape didn't really know until this moment that Harry really loved him, not some inexplicable teenage impulse, not adoration for an older adult idol.