[HP] Secret Love Diary

I was completely alone again.

When I got off the train, I didn't pay attention to the road and accidentally fell.Blood oozed from the floral skirt, making me grin my teeth in pain.

The platform is small, there is no ticket counter, and there is no emergency room.I limped to a remote place and performed first aid, washing my face along the way.When the expression on my face became less obvious, I walked slowly towards home.

There was some kind of fair going on in the village, and the stalls along the street were full of beautiful things.I vented and bought a lot of Muggle gadgets that I might never use in my life. When I came to a underwear stall, I stopped unconsciously.

Why did I forget, I haven't paid that guy for his underwear yet.

The stall owner began to greet me warmly, speaking simple French.I didn't dare to take a long look, so I casually grabbed a handful of solid-color men's underwear and handed them over, motioning for her to bag them.

With a big bag of evidence, I didn't even want to go home.But at this time, the sun was setting, and if I didn’t go home again, I would probably face the probing eyes of the people at the dinner table...

In fact, every wizard is a gossip to some extent!Except Snape!

I walked slowly to the door of the house, finally found the key to open the door, only to find that the porch light was dim, and I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

It's a rare time that the whole family is not at home. They all have a premonition that I will break up?

"I thought Miss Rose got lost on the way home from the station." The voice suddenly sounded behind me, I was startled, I leaned forward, and my knee accidentally hit the corner of the shoe cabinet again.

The dull pain in the wound caused tears to flow out, I kept gasping, and I didn't even have the strength to turn around - why should he always appear when I am most embarrassed, and maintain a good image in front of Snape Is it really that difficult?

He finally saw that something was wrong with me, put his long arms on his shoulders, and pulled me to his front.

My eyes drooped, trying to preserve the last of my poor self-esteem.

Thanks to the first aid charm, the wound has stopped bleeding, but it still hurts so much that I can't stop gasping when I sterilize it with medicine.Snape was sitting in the armchair opposite, as if he was the master of the house.

"What? The heroes of Gryffindor can't even protect their girlfriends?" he said suddenly.

It took me a long time to realize he was talking to me, and it took me a long time to match Ryan with "Hero of Gryffindor".

"No," I don't know which one I'm denying, there are some things that I don't need to tell him, but he keeps silent like this every time, but every time he can arouse my desire/desire to talk.

"I... broke up with Ryan."

"Ha, I'm surprised."

I looked up at him, but his expression obviously didn't mean that.

I had no idea that my own history of tragedy could please him so much.

"Of course, as someone who has never had a girlfriend, I don't expect you to understand anything." I couldn't help but want to stab him.

Apart from his previous professor status, the current Snape is just a slovenly man living in my house, not a few years older than me.

"Although I have no emotional experience, I also know that it is wrong to play with other people's feelings at will." He rarely refuted me, but replied calmly.

I know he's always been displeased with Gryffindor, but—playing with other people's feelings?

I do not have!

How could he slander me like this!

I didn't wipe the wound anymore, I raised my head and stared at him seriously: "How did I play with my feelings? Maybe you don't remember, but there was a time when I was stupidly in love with you."

He doesn't answer, but I just know he's listening.

"The lesson I learned from that experience is that if you don't fight, you'll never get a chance, so I'm not too upset about your rejection, I deserve it. But with Ryan, I've worked so hard— -why why……"

He still wants to break up with me...

Emotionally out of control, I looked away in embarrassment and continued to sob silently.

"Don't cry," he said impatiently.

Why can't I cry?This is my home, this is my living room, this is still my sofa...

"I don't understand why you are sad for this relationship without love."

"Why would I—" I retorted fiercely.

"Come on," he interrupted me, "whether you admit it or not, you still like me."

What is he saying?

I stopped crying abruptly, and I looked at him like a naked/running Muggle with no underwear on.

"I really don't understand how difficult it will be to see your heart clearly when you calm down." He seemed to be satisfied with my shock, and continued to drop heavy bombs.

I started hiccupping non-stop and had difficulty speaking, but I still wanted to make it clear to him: "I'm serious about Ryan, hiccup, I've worked so hard to change myself in the past two years, breaking up is equivalent to, hiccup, negating me for the past two years every effort made."

"I never knew you were such a superficial person," he sneered. "How can it be your own efforts to achieve others as goals, Liliana, can you live without men? Your ego Woolen cloth?"

I do not know.

My brain is in a mess, and I can no longer think clearly.Push him a bag of things at hand: "Excuse me for your clothes, I'll go up first."

Not daring to wait for his reaction when he opened the bag, I jumped up the stairs in a hurry.

***

From that day on, when I saw Snape, I began to hide away. Later, I was instructed by my mother to collect dirty clothes several times. I don’t know if it was because of the previous embarrassment. Fortunately, I never saw the yellow hair underwear/pants.

It's too bad if you don't wash your underwear, Snape won't have to wear another pair of underwear until he gets old, will he?

Thinking of the bag of underwear I bought earlier, I tried to tell myself that I must be thinking too much, but whenever Snape came into the bathroom, I couldn't help but hide in the house and listen to the sound.

He went to the bathroom more often and for...longer than before.

cough.

With the psychological preparation for the graduation parting, I didn't feel so sad when Snape and Lupine were going to leave together at the end of August.

Some people I thought I would live with them for the rest of my life, but in the end I ended up breaking up.

I tried not to think about Ryan, who was a deeper pain in my heart than Snape.But I have to admit that what Snape said was right, all the goals I set before were all wrong - no one should be the whole of my future life, except myself.

If only he had told me that sentence seven years earlier.

I scratched my hair wistfully as I watched the sparks from the stove gradually weaken due to the Floo network running, and finally disappeared.

But life has to go on.

The author has something to say: It was so painful to get blood drawn today. TT rolled over with a broken body and a strong will...Because the cheap hand was updated last Thursday morning when the list was changed, the list is still a little short of TUT. It's just 1100 words!So [-] is already overfulfilled, please don’t hit me TT The countdown to the end of the main text One, thank you for May’s landmine, hey, the owl lipstick is already in the black box, the professor’s underwear is in my head, I think it’s a long comment for the breakup part of the bastard TUT Lan Xinjun's explanation is very good, if you have any complaints, you can go and have a look.Liliana and Ryan are definitely a pair with no common language.But the blow of breaking up with Ryan was far greater than the blow that the professor told her not to like him, because Liliana hadn't worked hard for the professor, and she wanted to manage this relationship with Ryan with heart, breaking up would be tantamount to denying her for two years all the efforts made.Also~ there will be a heroine chasing after the professor~~

☆, final chapter

St. Mungo's and Hogwarts are two completely different worlds.

At Hogwarts, all I had to worry about was which paper was due today, how the food was going to be, or when Ryan was going to play a game and I had to stay up all night to make a poster.

But in St. Mungo's, I have to pay attention to the lives and deaths of dozens of patients every day.

In my 17 years of cognition, the technology of wizards has always been more developed than Muggles.Even though my family moved to a Muggle town, with Muggle lights and various electrical appliances switched on at home, I still have an innate sense of superiority towards the wizarding world.

This cognition was completely overturned on the first day I reported to the hospital in September.

Every wizard in England has been to St. Mungo's when they're not even conscious - Great Britain's only official healing facility for the care and delivery of wizarding mothers.

But this is not the area of ​​specialization of St. Mungo's healers. Unlike Muggles, wizards are physically strong enough that the long-term damage that can do us is mainly from accidents with spells or potions.

As an intern therapist, I need to stay on each floor of St. Mungo's for a period of time. I can take the exam after I have a good understanding of the whole system. In the end, the internship results determine which subject I can stay in .

Department transfers were originally based on floors from low to high, but this system changed after the Death Eaters became rampant—the spell damage department on the fifth floor is always short of people, not that there are fewer people who are healers, Instead, many therapists asked to be transferred after they could not stay on the fifth floor for long.They have experienced many battles, they can't stand the patients in this department, I can't understand it at all before I really start to work.

"Is it okay for the first department to go to the curse and injury department on the fifth floor?" The reception lady on the first floor reviewed my recommendation letter and employment notice, and asked for my opinion symbolically.

Of course, I, who was inexperienced, responded in a hurry, but anyone who knew a little about St. Mungo's would resolutely reject this request.

"Then, good luck to you." She handed me the printed badge and gave me a weird smile.

Most of the wards on the fifth floor were filled with victims of Death Eaters, including purebloods of Gryffindors, moderate Slytherins, and more wizards of mumps from mixed-race families.

The power of black magic is so powerful that many victims are still not discharged from the hospital three years later, and they will most likely stay in St. Mungo's until their death.

Except for Snape, I have never seen any other Death Eaters in my life, and Snape would not perform those weird dark magic in front of me, and the professor in the Defense Against the Dark Arts class would not tell us about it. The possible consequences of black magic.

All my knowledge of black magic comes from textbooks. When I entered the long-term ward for the first time to assist the therapist to change the patient's dressing, I really understood the brutal style of the Death Eaters back then.

The damage Mr. Jung received in Ward 23 probably came from a modified version of the attack spell, and the flesh on his calf would rot quickly every day.The task of the healer is to scoop out the rotten meat, give him the medicine of raw meat, and then repeat the same steps the next day.

The ward was a single room, and even with the lemon-scented freshener, the air still smelled of decay.I tried my best to ignore the weak groans from the patient's mouth, held my breath and carefully sprinkled the topical medicine on the wound, and then stepped back to watch the senior bandage him.

Mr. Jung's escort had left, and the ward was eerily quiet.

I tried to say something lighthearted to the patient to divert my attention, but he seemed to have read my mind and showed me a weak and sincere smile: "I'm used to it, it's actually not that bad, I'm better than many people on this floor Everyone is lucky.”

I glanced suspiciously at his badly injured calf.

After visiting all the wards on the fifth floor with my senior, I finally understood what a real serious injury is.Conscious patients like Mr. Jung are indeed lucky, and many patients, such as the pure-blood Longbottoms, cannot even carry on a normal conversation.

When they went to the room of the Longbottom couple for rounds, their child happened to be there too. The chubby kid stared at the parents on the hospital bed with wide eyes, and then at the grandmother beside him, his mouth was about to cry.

The Longbottoms were unconscious, babbling bits and pieces of words loudly.Senior healers can only check their vital signs routinely, and the damage caused by dozens of Cruciatus Curse, even the most powerful potion will not have any effect.

While senior wasn't paying attention, I quietly took out a candy from my pocket and stuffed it into the kid's palm.It was originally something I bought for my own teeth cleaning ceremony, but I didn't expect it to come in handy at this moment.

Snape...was also one of the Death Eaters who had done harm to these people.

Back then, I adored him so much that I could selectively ignore this fact, but now that I think about it, it's really unbelievable.

The corridor on the fifth floor exudes a breath of despair every day, and the therapists are also affected by it.Several times I heard someone drop a desk in the office and run down the stairs in depression, probably applying for a department transfer and never coming back.

I never knew wizards were such fragile creatures, both physically and psychologically.

I rented a Muggle apartment in the outskirts of London, and learned to commute to get off work on the crowded subway every day.The small attic exudes a dank and cold atmosphere like a Slytherin cellar.The UK is already rainy, and I spent the day in St. Mungo's, so I didn't even see the sun a few times a day.

There are two Muggle couples living downstairs, and occasionally they can be heard cooking when they get off work early.Only at this time, my emotions will warm up a little, and I deeply feel that I am still alive in this world.

This depressed mood didn't get better even after changing classes a month later. Instead, I began to miss the days on the fifth floor.Although it is a bit strange to say this, it seems that only in that place that most of the world has forgotten can I feel that I am a useful existence.

There might be a hidden reason too - I wanted to atone for my younger self who didn't care about Death Eaters, and Snape by the way.

***

In the fifth month of my internship, I saw Ryan again.

At that time, I was an intern on the first floor, and the Equipment Accident Department received all kinds of unreliable patients every day.Today a patient may accidentally eat an inedible herbal root, and tomorrow someone can use ordinary magic materials to make a cauldron explode vigorously.

According to the gossip of the seniors in the tea room, the most unreliable case that the undergraduate received was an attempt to use four broomsticks to drive a Muggle car into the sky. The owl staggered and overturned with the car, and fell hard.

With this kind of anecdotal background, when I saw Ryan lying on the bed during the rounds, I was not too surprised.

"Why, did our Quidditch Seeker hit an owl or a tree while riding a broom?" I flipped through his case as usual, but my eyes were unconsciously caught by the blond man sitting next to him. Girls are attracted.

I didn't expect him to like this type...

With teasing eyes, he turned back and forth between the two of them until Ryan felt embarrassed. He coughed lightly and signaled the woman to go out for a while.

"She's just our team manager." Before I could ask, Ryan rushed to explain.

"Oh, what does that have to do with me." I casually checked the plaster cast on his leg. The medical record said he had been knocked off a broomstick—not much better than hitting a tree, but the injury was not serious. You can leave the hospital in two days.

He looked at me with those wet eyes again, and I couldn't help but feel a little guilty, no, why should I be guilty!At the beginning, he wanted to break up first, and I just minimized my damage.

Thinking of this, I became more confident, and patted him on the shoulder reassuringly: "Recover well, I'll come back for rounds tomorrow."

I returned to the office with a thick stack of medical records, only to find that my colleagues had exploded.

"Lion Hall! He's actually in our department! Liliana, did you check the room just now? How about it? Is he handsome in real life? Is he the same as the photo in the newspaper?"

All the normally calm female therapists gathered together, "considerately" took away the case in my hand and began to search, and when they found Ryan's case, they rushed to circulate it, exclaiming from time to time.

"He's so skinny!"

"So he's from Oxford."

When did he become so famous...

I nodded stiffly, wondering if they would jump on me and kill me if I confessed to being the star player's ex-girlfriend now.

Definitely will!

So I closed my mouth wisely, no matter how much they beat me, I refused to say another word.

Ryan was sleeping when I went to make my rounds on the ward the next morning.

It's been a long time since I've had a good look at him, and the busty girl still hasn't arrived after the routine checkup.I hesitated to glance at him who was sleeping soundly on the bed, and finally tiptoed to sit beside him.

I used to think his eyes were the most attractive, but now even if he closes his eyes, he still looks like an angel.

He's the one who saved me from the quagmire of despair.

I was so engrossed that I almost couldn't help reaching out to touch his face, but fortunately I reacted in time, and my right hand stopped about five centimeters from his forehead.

How can I forget, he is not my boyfriend anymore, I am afraid that the current team manager is more qualified than me to touch him.

I sighed lightly.

"Thank you, Ryan."

Thank you for pampering me, for doting on me, for being willing to be with me who is so boring, and for giving me endless confidence and strength.

Even if we ended up breaking up, if it wasn't for him, I probably wouldn't be where I am today.

After whispering this in his ear, I got up and went out without looking back.

Ryan met me again when he was discharged from the hospital. He was surrounded by a group of players and waved to me vigorously.

The target was so obvious that I couldn't turn a blind eye to it, so I had no choice but to stand against the probing gaze of a group of people, and wait for him to push through the crowd and stand in front of me.

"Liliana, this is what I have always wanted to give you, and now I still want you to keep it—as a souvenir." He twisted his hands around the back of his neck with great effort, and tried several times before he took off the necklace.

Two silver rings flashed by in front of me, he took off one of them, conjured up a chain to string the silver rings in, and then stuffed the necklace to me who was stunned.

"Goodbye." He opened his arms and gave me a gentle hug without my consent.

I watched him go stiffly.

The ring in the palm of my hand still retains the warmth of his chest, and I want to cry again in vain, but now... now...

It turned out that I was the one who should say sorry.

***

When the entire internship period was over, I hesitated for a long time between the relaxed and funny Utensil Accident Department and the Spell Injury Department according to the thick course selection schedule in my hand, and I chose the latter.

I still remember the bold words I said to Snape when I was doing career counseling - I don't want my life to be so mediocre, and the Department of Spells and Damage is really a perfect place.

When the senior therapists on the fifth floor saw me reappear in the office with my personal belongings in hand, they all started looking at me with a look of "Your brain must have been struck by lightning".

……

Do not be like that.

After being tested by various cases of St. Mungo's, I returned to the fifth floor with a much better mentality, and I was able to start gags with the patients.

Once my inner state changed, I was truly integrated into the community of St. Mungo's therapists.After many examinations, I finally changed into the hospital's iconic dark green gown. I excitedly turned several times in front of the mirror in the office.

There were a few muffled laughs from the seniors behind him.

"Liliana, are you happy?" the section chief asked very seriously.

I hurriedly turned around and replied with a correct attitude: "Happy!"

They stared at me again and burst out laughing.

My black line, who are these people? During the internship, they looked quite serious. I was yearning for a person who looked like a human being. When I got to know each other, I found out... Alas, I regret it!

The section chief waved his hand grandly: "If you're happy, I'll give you a day off."

My eyes lit up, it turns out that being an official therapist on the fifth floor still has such benefits?

His hand waving in the air quickly pointed to a stack of lists on the table: "Go to Hogwarts, check all the potions on the list with Mr. Snape, and then classify and record them in the inventory."

Hearing the familiar name, I said "ah", and immediately felt that the reaction was wrong, so I hurriedly nodded to make up for the mistake.

The seniors in the same department still noticed the clue: "Do you know him?"

"Mr. Snape once taught me Potions." I replied without changing my expression.

"Then you don't know that he has been making medicines for St. Mungo's for free, right? It's rare to see senior pharmacists doing this now." The section chief sighed.

I took the densely written list and flipped through it in amazement.

Such a heavy dose of medicine is only for one month, so it turns out that he is also using his own method...to atone for his sin?

***

Snape obviously didn't expect it to be me coming out of the fireplace.

"Welcome, the potion is on the shelf."

He was sitting in an armchair in the Dean's office, with two cups of tea on the table, presumably for St. Mungo's visitors.Seeing me emerge from the fireplace, he paused, "Liliana?"

I waved the list in my hand to him in a friendly manner: "Hello, Mr. Snape."

I haven't seen him for almost half a year, but it hasn't affected Snape in the slightest. He still wears the black school robe I had when I was in school, and his hair is the same as before, but it's not as greasy as before.

That's right, it's only half a year.

After drinking my tea in silence, I began to organize the potions on the shelf. Checking the list one by one would not take much brain power, enough to distract me from answering Snape's question.

"You went to the spell damage department?"

"Well, I think the environment there is more suitable for me. Thank you for helping me make the decision."

"Sometimes you are too...idealistic, it's good to settle down like this."

I am a little bit disappointed, such an ordinary conversation would have been crazy for me a few years ago, but now I can take it lightly. Could it be that this is the legendary growth.

Gradually I let go, and my courage became more and more bold, and I began to ask him things that I dared not ask when I was a student: "Although I admire the teachers who are professors at Hogwarts, you really Isn’t it boring? Teaching the same class day in and day out with the same students, I honestly can’t imagine it.”

"Any profession requires persistent patience." He took a sip of tea and said leisurely.

I turned around and gave a very questioning look.

"I seem to have said that all careers are boring to the end."

"Don't you have any motivation?"

"Motivation?" He thought for a while, "Would it be worth watching Professor McGonagall being deflated in the Academy Cup every year?"

I was so amused that Snape could tell a bad joke, that's the funniest part.

An afternoon passed quickly like this. Before leaving, I took the box that had been shrunk down and thanked him: "St. Mungo's treatment staff and I are very grateful for your support."

He was noncommittal, but kept staring at me with those deep eyes, and he didn't speak again until I was about to grab the Floo powder and leave.

"Wait, you left something with me."

what?

I touched my pocket suspiciously. I shouldn’t have forgotten anything, and I haven’t taken out anything...

He turned around and pulled out a notebook from under the thick parchment on the table, and I recognized it almost immediately—how could the newspaper clipping that was lost a long time ago be here with him?

Against my questioning eyes, he handed me the book and motioned me to put it in his pocket.

"Go back and see." He urged.

I still can't react, and I can memorize the content here backwards, why do I need to read it, and...

He must have seen it, right? ! ! ! !

Thinking of this possibility, I broke out in a cold sweat. Merlin bless you, God knows how many shameful contents are in this book.

I really panicked, grabbed a handful of Floo powder, didn't dare to look at his expression anymore, and almost fled back to St. Mungo's.

The notebook was in my pocket. Although it was only a small book, it burned me like a hot iron.I quickly handed in the task to the section chief, and I walked out of the office, went downstairs quickly, changed my clothes and got on the subway before feeling relieved.

What did Snape want me to see?

I fumbled for the notebook in my bag with restless hands. At this time, the rush hour on the subway was already past, and there were not many people in the car.But I still looked around carefully, and then took out the book like a thief.

It was still the same black leather notebook that I was familiar with, but the edges and corners were a little worn out—after all, it had been three years.How did this book get into his hands?It was a blessing not to be spread by those Gryffindors back then.

I took a deep breath and opened the title page—well, it was exactly the same as it was three years ago.

Flipping through the diary of my teenage years is like doing a striptease. After a while, I was blushed by my shameless self. After I read all my notes, I still don’t understand Snape’s words “Go back and read it again” What means.

There were quite a few blank pages at the back of the notes, so I turned back patiently, and finally stopped at the last page.

……

……

On the last page of the book, someone wrote a big T.

I've never seen Snape write a T, he's always given me an O, no matter how displeased he is with me, my potions skills are impeccable.

But—but—

The thin, long handwriting is obviously his.

The end of the world is nothing more than that! ! !

The black history was discovered by the person involved, Snape, why not be so cruel! ! !

Can't I at least be decent in front of him?

I closed my eyes in despair.

At this time, the subway door opened, and the notebook on the wind handle slammed. I hurriedly tried to close the notebook, but found that there seemed to be handwriting on the back of the paper.

Curiously, I flipped through it, scanned it hastily, and then read it carefully in disbelief.

The message was clearly fresh, and smelled nicely of fresh ink; the handwriting was Snape's, and his handwriting would no doubt be difficult to fake.

I still... can't believe it.

The subway on the opposite side rumbled and missed parallel to the subway I was on, covering up my sniffing in surprise. The next stop happened to be King's Cross Station, the only Muggle station in the UK that has a Floo system linked to the Ministry of Magic.

Before the train stopped, I grabbed my bag and jumped out.

The station was bustling with people, some people were crying and saying goodbye to their relatives and friends, some people happily reunited with family members who had just got off the train, the joy of Muggles was no different from that of the wizarding world.

And I want to step on this twilight, and move on to a future with endless possibilities.

The author has something to say: Xie Xie has supported you all the way, and this is the end of the super ethical text!What did the professor write?Please look at the back cover of the custom printed chapter hahahahahaha I actually cried at the part about Ryan... I obviously don't like him very much!The ending was planned a long time ago. It can be regarded as an open ending. With the character of the professor, it is very rare for Liliana to give Liliana a chance to try (thanks to Diary for your hard work).The two of them will not be together soon, but will go through a process similar to a blind date, ahem.Author: Liliana, do you have any successful experience summary?Liliana: Only when you become a top student can you have a chance to fall in love!No one wants a scumbag!Author: What about Ryan?Ryan: Marriage proposal should not be hidden, believe me, experience of blood and tears Author: What about Professor Snape?Snape: No Author: ...you just cooperate QAQ Snape: I just have to sit and wait for someone to chase me Liliana: I'm going to make small buns first, do you have any objections? =

☆, the text has nothing to do with the small story ①

Author: Nei Han, some readers have expressed that when this slow plot flow can achieve the purpose of the prostitute professor in this article, otherwise you can just pounce on Ross.

Ross: (with blood on his face) Do you think I don't want to!Not all of you!After all, the lonely man and the widow live in the same room, but you write H to satisfy me!What's the point of missing my friend?Who the hell called out the prostitute professor in Chapter 1?

Professor: ...I'm upstairs

Author: (Baotoudun) Whispered, originally the friends of the mud base wanted to get lunch, but Wo already gave her a golden finger, why is the mud still not satisfied with TUT?

Ross: ...It seems that I am the heroine who needs cheats, right?And what's wrong with the gold finger you gave her!Mud returns my gay friend back (shoulder shaking)

Author: Then do you want the hand of Kato Taka?

Professor: All I have is a wand

Ross: (confused) Wand?Hand of Kato Taka?

Professor: Well, you don't need to know

Author: Wo also doesn't know anything, see you all!Let's go kiss and make love!I hope everyone can see the correct way to use the wand when the collection exceeds [-]!Let the litters see you next time!

The author has something to say: put the text at night, and I’m still writing otz with the character design that I got from the score of both offensive and defensive characters. The height difference is a bit cheating... The heroine is almost at the shoulder of the professor. In the picture, Ni Meng is sitting. Orz's collection is broken by [-]. Insert an interview here~ Let me show you my strong support~ This article The readers in it are all great, come and tell me!Nimeng, don’t be reserved, come out to get some air (although I also know that this has a lot to do with the habit of leaving messages, 嘤嘤) <Nimeng who are not used to leaving messages should continue to dive. After the H episode comes out, don’t pop up and leave an email. <--This guy has already started to think about the H episode

☆, Parallel world branch ending

Lily Rose had been strangled awake.

She opened her eyes in panic, and in front of her was the face that was approached by her former male god.

The former male god—as early as that night when he was drunk and yelled "Lily" and forcibly occupied her body, he was no longer.

"Lily, I'm back."

She had never hated her own name so much, never.

"Why, shouldn't you express something about my return?" He still had a dusty aura on his body, and he leaned over to stare at her.

She looked away in embarrassment.

But the head was quickly turned around, and the man's palm gently stroked her hair, face, and between her breasts.

"Mine," he squeezed the softness under his hands as punishment, and bit Lily's lips.

Although I don't want to say it, but after three years of indulgent life, she has been trained/taught by him very well.No matter how reluctant, as long as his hand stretches out to the secret/place and fiddles with it a few times, she can collapse into a mess.

Lily Rose hated Snape, and hated herself even more.

If she hadn't been fascinated by his eyes that night, if she could have pushed him away without any selfishness at that time - how could there be today?

But she just couldn't do it, even though he did such an unreasonable thing to her, she still—— still liked him.

There is no medicine for being cheap.

She closed her eyes and stopped thinking about it.

The closure of the visual organs made the body contact more sensitive, and a huge stick squeezed into her body, and the pain seemed to tear her in two.

"Relax," he fiddled with her nipples with one hand, and rubbed her slightly wet hole with the other, his voice was sexy and unreal, "When will you give me a baby."

She flinched and dared not speak.

It wasn't a day or two before she begged the Muggle who brought her meals to bring her contraceptive pills. If he found out - she would die.

As if punishing her for not concentrating, the impact under her body became heavier and heavier, and the deepening pleasure/sensation made her unable to bear it gradually.

"Call out, Lily, call out." He seductively went to lick/suck her earlobe, teasing her to take the shame away