[SSHP] End of life

Snape moved out under the car.The muffled sound of his knees hitting the chassis trembled in the air, and Harry heard him mutter a vicious curse.

Harry sat on the road next to the front of the car, looking at the road dazzled by the silvery midday sun.The hood next to his head was wide open, belching smoke.He's been sitting here for half an hour, but he still thinks the stuff inside is hot enough to fry an egg.

On both sides of the road are patches of forest and wasteland; the grass has begun to turn yellow, and the clumps are growing very messy, and it is almost winter.But the pavement on which he was sitting was still hot in the sun.

"Do you want me to pass you anything?" Harry asked.He glanced at the toolbox next to him, Snape would ask him to pass something over from time to time, and sometimes he would purposely hold the center of the tool so as not to touch Snape's hand.He licked his lower lip expectantly.

"No." The man replied angrily from under the car.

Harry had no idea what Snape was doing under the car.In his opinion, the problems in the front part of the car were enough to cause them to break down, and the other small parts were just worse.Even if Snape did seem to be able to fix it, he didn't expect much from him that he could actually get the car running again - apparently one or more things in their car were bad enough to need replacement parts, and they didn't have the parts .Snape was only close to being omnipotent, but he wasn't really.

He got up from the ground and recalled the experience during this time.They stayed in the little motel for three days and were on the road for a day and a half.Except for seven or eight vehicles along the way, there was not even a living thing.It seemed as if people all over England were suddenly staying at home - Harry was desperate to see people given their current situation.They need help.

Ten seconds later, one of Snape's legs was completely outside the car, and his boots were covered in mud.He hasn't tended to his shoes since leaving Manchester.These were not the same shoes that had kicked Harry, they were slightly different around the edges, but they were all black.Judging by their shape, they were tailor-made for Snape and must have cost a fortune.

Over the years, Harry had noticed that all of Snape's clothes had a very fine texture - including his Muggle clothes, which Harry had experienced with his hands and face.He thought that besides Snape, he was the only one with the right to speak in this world.

He stared at Snape's body emerging slightly from under the car.The man had excellent taste, but his extreme low-key made almost everyone ignore it.

After 1 minute, Snape finally managed to climb out from under the car.The right cuff of his shirt was rolled up to the elbow, and only a short wrist was exposed on his left hand probably because of the Dark Mark.His body was suddenly exposed to the sun, and he narrowed his eyes a little uncomfortably.

He pulled out a rag that was lying on the floor, rolled it up, opened the ajar door, and threw it into the back seat angrily, then grabbed the window towel and began to wipe the oil on his hands impatiently.After a while, he threw down the towel and kicked the tire of the car with all his strength.

Harry stood aside.For more than half an hour, they hadn't seen a single car.Judging by the previous frequency, they won't see it for half a day, maybe until the afternoon.If they still can't fix the car and can't meet people, maybe they have to sleep here.And keep a vigil in case anyone passes by while they're resting—because they can't cast detection spells.

Harry continued to stare, the road betraying his hopes, not a single black spot on the far horizon.He looked back and watched Snape frown and dust off his body, his eyes were attracted by Snape's broad shoulders.Snape found Harry staring at him intently and turned to him impatiently.His dark eyes gleamed violently in the silvery sunlight, and his long, pale fingers pinned a lock of hair behind his ear, revealing his full cheekbones.It was flushed with movement, anger, or the sun.This scene is not common.

"I thought you might be thirsty... just wanted to ask if you had a drink." To show his sincerity, Harry held up both hands and showed Snape the Coke and coffee in their hands. There are often aluminum cans strewn about in the backseat. "After all, I can't help - I can only pass you tools. It looks like you don't need it now."

Snape's gaze shifted suspiciously from Harry's face to his hand.He looked at the two cans of drink Harry held up, then reached out and pulled the red can straight out of Harry's hand.Harry looked at the can of coffee left in his hand, didn't pull it away, but stood there and watched Snape calmly.

Snape opened the door and sat sideways on the driver's seat.One of his long legs was bent up against the front of the car door, and the other touched the ground.He opened the jar, tilted his head back and took a sip—no sign of discomfort.None of the shock, coughing, or pallor that Harry expected - those familiar eyes gave Harry a smug, sneering glance.

Reluctantly, Harry put the coffee back in the jumble of jugs in the backseat, and got himself a can of Coke as well.He looked at the tools strewn around the car, their little bright spots dangling in the sun.

"Your father again?" He finally gave up his reserve and succumbed to curiosity, while feeling that he could never escape being a Gryffindor.

"Yes." Snape replied impatiently, then drank all the liquid in one gulp, crushed the can with one hand, and threw it on the back seat of the car.Seeing his Adam's apple slide up and down, Harry swallowed involuntarily.

Their lunch is settled by the side of the road.Ever since Harry had resisted and paid a terrible price, Snape hadn't let Harry make do with every meal.As luck would have it, when Harry still had the last half of the sausage in his hand, a truck coming from the same direction as them came from afar.They all thought they wouldn't meet anyone until at least the afternoon.

The driver of the truck kindly reminded them of their bad luck—a little further on, there was a small garage and hotel just two hours away.The nearest town is still half a day away.Although he can't help tow their car there, at least he can take them to the car repair shop, where the boss has a tow truck-the road condition of this section of road is very bad, and cars often break down here and there.

It wasn't until dark that the two men finally towed their own car back to the motel with a trailer, and that wasn't really settled.They had to face the situation: they were forced to stop on the road again.

"I'd send a Howling letter to Dumbledore if I could," said Snape darkly.He had just been told there was only one person in the repair shop functioning properly at the moment and the owner's family was on vacation down south.There were two more cars ahead of them, and he had to fix them before it was their turn.He also had to go to town to get some spare parts - Harry and Snape had to spend at least three days in the inn.

"There are far fewer Death Eaters. We listened to the radio, didn't we? Things are much better than last time. We just need to keep in touch. Once the giants are persuaded or lost, the war will begin immediately," said Harry." It's only been three days... This place is closer to the town, and the food is much better than the previous one. The hot water is not limited."

"Stupid boy," Snape said dismissively, motioning to the door.They still asked for two rooms, and Harry stayed in his room again.

"I'm already 22!"

"But your brain is not even developed to the level of seven years old." Snape still looked at the steaming teacup in his hand with gloomy eyes, "Aside from eating, sleeping, and Quidditch, there is no urgency in your mind." .”

"But the giants are still migrating. What can we do even in the past? A week or even half a month before the end of their migration, they will attack each other because of the approach of the old group. We got acquainted with a leader, and the second He died the next morning. We know everyone, but he can still change his temperament after becoming a leader. And there is no way we can do that much." Harry said, "Severus, what are you fussing about?" ?”

"I just don't want to be locked up with you any longer!" Snape put the teacup heavily on the table and stood up.Harry was sitting on the sofa, feeling that Snape was about to growl - if he didn't leave.

But he didn't leave. "Why are you suddenly angry?" he asked hesitantly. "What do you know?"

"I don't need to know anything, I just need to know how unpleasant it is for an ignorant little boy to be at my desk and not be of any help - now, Mr Potter, please get out of my sight !"

Snapela opened the door and greeted him with a grumpy, determined but graceful gesture of invitation.Those eyes were hard marble again, and Harry cringed slightly at the degree of their ill-temper.

That night, he slept extremely restlessly again.His dream progressed step by step, starting with good feelings, and finally confessing his feelings to Snape in various ways under various circumstances.Then he dreamed of those cold, refusal eyes, and Snape rebuffed him decisively.He woke up so upset that he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.This time he had a very unexpected dream.

The dream woke Harry up early, and his watch showed that it was not yet five o'clock.He wakes up moaning and finds himself rubbing the sheets in a prone position, and then he feels the emptiness of relief—he's alone in the room.

Enduring the sticky feeling, he lay down quietly for a while, recalling the dream of that night.His dreams were full of holes, and there was virtually no situation that would force him to confess his love to Snape, not even a final duel.However, in the dream he did so—it was very simple, he just wanted to get him by any chance, even if the reason was far-fetched.Snape might refuse without hesitation like the first dream, and it would most likely hurt him in the refusal.He has always been good at verbal attacks.But he will not accept it with surprise and joy like the second dream, telling him that he has wanted him for a long time, and expressing his need eagerly and strongly.

It was just a dream.But it shows how much he wants to make it happen.

The world is unusually quiet.Harry walked barefoot to the French windows in his pajamas, opened the heavy coral fleece curtains, and was surprised to find that it was raining outside.He stood by the window, and a lamp downstairs flickered alone in the rain curtain, its light confined within a small spherical range.The drizzle fell from the dark sky, some touched the window glass, and slid down lightly as if being stuck to it by static electricity, while others were bounced off, drawing a graceful arc, swinging Harry His line of sight quickly disappeared in a cloud of gray.

Cold air seeped through the window panes, and Harry instinctively curled his toes on the carpet.He didn't know when the rain started, and he could vaguely tell that there was already some water on the ground.He watched the raindrops for a while, until his crotch was unbearably cold, and then went into the bathroom to take a shower.He put on his shirt, pulled out a sweater from his backpack and put it on, made the bed and went downstairs.

The wall clock showed that the current time was five minutes to six.The cook is behind the counter slicing a huge cheese.Snape was already sitting in the hall.He also seemed to have just come down, there were not many things on the plate and they hadn't been moved yet, half a cup of coffee in his left hand was steaming, and there was a book spread out in his hand.The hall was very quiet, and none of the two men spoke.

Harry stopped, standing halfway up the stairs, watching Snape.Since it was raining, Snape also put on a thin sweater.The temperature had dropped so suddenly in the werewolf colony that they skipped one outfit and went straight to something thicker, a thin sweater Harry hadn't seen before.

It is black.The chest and abdomen are grey, light yellow and dark blue diamond-shaped grids, very traditional and classic style, wearing on this well-proportioned man makes him as serious and sexy as his name, it is hard to say which of the three makes the other.Snape was wearing a white shirt again, with the collar and one edge of the cuffs exposed. Maybe it was the quiet rain that made him feel very calm, and the aggressiveness around him usually subsided a lot, and it could almost be said to be gentle.His hair was slightly wet, his right elbow was propped on the table, and his head was tilted slightly.While reading, his right index finger taps his upper lip from time to time.

Harry found, not surprisingly, that he thought Snape was extremely sexy.He felt that this man looked strangely alluring and criminal, and he calmly accepted the thought and the sudden burst of enthusiasm under his pants.Maybe he shouldn't be thinking about it in the hall, but it can't be helped, because he really—

Harry closed his eyes, trying to take a deep breath to calm himself.But he failed.A fragment of a dream that he didn't know when suddenly jumped into his mind—maybe it was his fantasy that was happening now.Snape trapped him between his arms and a waist-high table.Snape was half a head taller than him, and the pressure made him feel safe.Brows and cheekbones full of classic beauty, those deep black eyes that seem to see through everything, his heat and longing directly hit his heart through touch.

Oddly enough, the point of view was that of an outsider - Snape held his head, and the two of them kissed.Harry noticed himself leaning his lower body against Snape, clutching Snape's sweater tightly.He could still see Snape's broad back and shoulders, and the slacks accentuated his slender legs.His lines were faintly visible under the cover of his clothes, and his pale, graceful, thin fingers ran through the black hair.His strength, height, and the tension in every movement told Harry he was a man through and through.That ancient Roman, aggressive and masculine sculptural perfect man.The sight made Harry's blood pump even more because he couldn't see the details of the kiss.He knew now why the lips of the men and women he saw in the pub always seemed to stick together, and if Snape had kissed him that way, he could have sworn only death could separate them.

Ever since he realized he no longer felt that way for Ginny, the beast that had been raging in his chest had gone somewhere.He thought maybe it was tired of staying, so it went away and never came back, maybe it died without feeding for a long time.But he found it was coming back now.The last time it was there, it had made him feel that every expression of Ginny was beautiful in memory, that her face and every smile was glowing, but he admired her only with tenderness.Now it has grown up with him.He is no longer thirsty for loneliness or fantasy, he is attracted to what is inside a person and their fit, and it doesn't stop there.He is neither ashamed nor afraid of his own thoughts and desires.

Harry stared at Snape.He also noticed that the cook was still cutting the cheese carefully.There was more cheese in front of her than a brunch for ten people, and as far as Harry knew there were no more than six people in the hotel.He squinted his eyes to look at the cook, and found that she didn't pay attention to the movements of her hands at all, and she didn't even notice him on the stairs.She stared at Snape, with a predatory glint in her eyes.It was Snape who got her attention.

A surge of rage rose in Harry's chest, roasting him with the heat in his lower abdomen, and he felt like he was about to explode.He promises he won't let this charming bitch tarnish this man, he's a hero.

But she is a woman.It never occurred to him that Snape only liked women.

damn it.

Harry thought about how to make sure that the woman couldn't touch Snape, and at the same time, he thought about whether he should go back to the room in silence to solve the problem first - young people are like this, their bodily functions are like this.This is very normal.But he worried that if he left, even for five minutes, the woman would occupy Snape's lap.

"Potter, either come down or go back to your room." Snape put down the book impatiently and turned his head.The writing was flushed down, and Harry couldn't see the title of the book.The already deep line between the man's eyebrows became even darker due to the displeasure of his eyebrows. Harry quickly stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets and clenched them into fists. Now he couldn't go back.He walked over to the window table where Snape was sitting as nonchalantly as possible, thankful that the lighting in the hall was dim.

Snape put the book away, raising an eyebrow with a sneer meaningly.Only then did Harry realize that he could have found some other excuse to go back to the room first - but it was too late now.

The man saw his embarrassment again.When was he going to act like an attractive young man in front of him?Instead of an impulsive, immature little boy who is always doing stupid things and saying stupid things, easily dominated by his body?

He covered his forehead with his hand, trying to hide his blushing from Snape's eyes.His profile was facing the woman behind the counter.The woman seemed paralyzed by Snape's voice, and Harry was angrily aware that he was too.Not only was he tense and throbbing because of the extremely textured voice, but he almost shot in his pants because of the raised eyebrow.

"I'd like a coffee," he said gruffly, trying to hide the lust and huskyness in his voice, not looking at Snape.

The author has something to say: continue to be a cup of tea.laugh.