[HP] Secret help

On one side, with the same pair of black eyes that are the same as the deep pit, he looked over quietly, watching this interrogation that seemed to have no end.

The entire pure white nine and three-quarters station was still silent, only Snape's hand or something else fell on Harry's sweaty naked/naked/body, causing the latter to shudder and contain a little The viscous/greasy sound of eroticism.

With his wet head resting on Snape's lap, Harry looked down at one of the Snapes from below in the misty mist until a warm hand covered his Eye.

"Don't look at me like that, Potter," he said heavily.

"...w-what?" Harry gasped.

Snape still felt uncomfortable in the dream, he felt that he was not a good person, he cast malice on Harry, but he returned it with flowers, the love in those emerald green eyes almost burned him.

Harry gradually felt that this should be Snape. This man was contradictory and divided from the beginning to the end. He once held Lily's body and wept, and he also prostrated himself at Voldemort's feet. He hated Harry very much, but from beginning to end Silently protecting him, like two completely opposite Snapes separated by a deep pit in the pure white station, Harry never understood him.

Until there was a hand on the inside of Harry's right leg where there had been a puncture wound from the front of the thigh into the delicate thigh/root, which in reality had been properly cleaned up, leaving only an unsightly, baby The mouth-like scar has gradually faded under the influence of Bai Xian.

But at this moment, Snape's hand was pressed against it again, and Harry's eyelashes trembled uncontrollably in the palm of the other Snape. He thought that the wound would also open like the previous ones, but No, Snape's hand just brushed across it, toward his knee.

Immediately afterwards, Harry's legs were separated by a pair of hands.

"...Snape?" Harry straightened his neck and tried to free his hand from his eyes, and he began to feel scared, "What are you going to do?"

"Don't look." The hands stroking Harry's eyes pressed him back again. I don't know if it was an illusion, but Harry even felt that the voice was soft.

Immediately afterwards, a piece of unfamiliar cloth fell on Harry's outstretched palm, like cold snake scales.

"Shut up." Snape bowed his head and kissed him.

"Don't listen." A pair of hands covered Harry's ears.

He was completely isolated, this was the restriction set by the dream master, and nothing came through from the gaps created by the rubbing of the joints. Harry only had the last, the whole body of senses.

As for this moment, even the slightest touch made Harry shudder, and he felt countless hands on his skin.

From a certain moment, the surroundings gradually brightened, even seeping into Snape's palms that were tightly covering his eyes.The floor of platform nine and three-quarters was no longer so cold, and his hands and feet gradually became less stiff. Harry wondered if he was about to wake up from the dream, but Snape's hand still didn't leave.

Before a white light hit Harry's retina, Harry felt something hot against him, the only heat in the whole dream.

A muffled grunt escaped Harry's throat as he was pinned to Snape's arms.

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No one knew that things would turn out like this, including the instigator, Harry, who floated up from the dream, and before he had time to feel this new life, he was grabbed by the collar of his pajamas.

He was picked up by Snape, with his head fully a foot away from the pillow, and if Harry hadn't half-stretched on the bed and sank like a dead man, after Snape's blow, they might only be able to talk on the carpet.

"Harry Potter—" Snape's voice came through his teeth, Harry opened his eyes, and saw Snape pressing down in front of him, his usually bottomless black eyes were burning now Strong anger.

However, in the next second, a severe headache hit him: "Oh my God..."

Harry groaned in pain in Snape's hand: "You never told me it hurts so much when the dream spell runs out."

No wonder Snape looked so bad every time he came out of his dream.

Snape was stunned for a full three seconds before he began to speak again. His voice was not as hateful as before, but there seemed to be more pressing things: "Perhaps you think this is the most important thing at this moment?"

"Actually - I don't think this is a good place to talk - I -" Harry stammered, avoiding Snape's eyes.

But Snape interrupted him coldly: "Where do you think would be good, Potter? In my dream? On platform nine and three-quarters?"

Harry stared at him gaping, Snape's expression was strange, a kind of calm after extreme anger, but it didn't contradict that he wanted to tear Harry Potter apart with his wand.

"Perhaps... also." Harry muttered brokenly.He raised his head, picked up the shattered courage, and looked directly at Snape, "Why not, at least you in the dream seem much more understanding."

He was very frank: "You don't go round and round like this anymore, you will 'tell' me the truth, you have desires for me."

Snape finally couldn't stand it any longer, and threw Harry off the bed to the ground, someone hit the bedside table, and the trinkets belonging to the savior on it fell to the wooden floor with a clatter.

Snape caught the last sentence keenly, and even laughed in his fury. He looked down at Harry and said without emotion: "So let me guess, we are omnipotent, willing to take risks, and like to put ourselves Your lord, the savior who doesn’t take his life seriously, entered my head just to see if I would be in love with him regardless of the occasion like a beast?!”

Harry frowned on the floor, obviously finding Snape's words too harsh.

"So do you see what you want?" Snape asked again in a soft voice, he was completely different from the furious him just now, and even gradually overlapped with the Snape in the dream.

The Snape who was mad and restrained, pushing him out and grabbing him with fingers like dead branches, this man seemed to be a combination of contradictions, and he seemed almost crazy.And compared to Snape, who had always played the villain meticulously and professionally, this made him seem like a real person again, no longer a walking dead or living for someone-or rather, he began to struggle ashore in a pool of stagnant water.

So Harry said calmly, "I see."

"Oh? What's that?" Snape snapped down, staring at Harry with his piercing hawk-like eyes. The distance between them was only four or five inches, as if Harry could raise his head, get a kiss.

"Did I cut you like a sashimi with blood all over your body or did you pin me on the ground?" Snape said quickly, "I told you how dangerous other people's dreams are, not all People are like you, Lord Savior, life is honeyed and surrounded by flowers, dreams are full of golden beaches and rainbow ponies. And I, an evil Death Eater ('former' Harry in his /whispering), there are only disgusting things in dreams."

Snape babbled and cursed in a low voice: "Maybe what I have done for so many days is in vain, our savior always has his own plans, aloof, arrogant and stubborn, never listens to other people's words, always feels that he is That's right—"

"I didn't!" Harry retorted loudly. "Why should I get into your head and see what you're thinking if you could just talk to me?"

Snape said sarcastically, "So it's all my fault again? Mr. Potter hasn't made any progress after all these years, and he likes to blame others for everything."

"Okay." Harry sneered, "Then think about how to answer this."

He grabbed Snape by the collar of his shirt and yanked him down, just as Snape had done to him during the screaming shed.Harry's lips pressed against Snape's, and he thought they'd be deadlocked for a while, or that Snape would jerk away, but almost instantly, their tongues collided.

Not in a dream, Harry felt Snape pressed against him alive, hot, aggressive and possessive, and he wanted him too.

Snape's hand on his back and the back of his neck pressed Harry tightly to himself, and they squeezed between the bed and the wall, where the gloomy winter morning light hadn't passed the window sill, they kissed so hard, It was as if a devil grabbed the angel's slender ankle and dragged him out of the holy light, and pressed him in a corner where God couldn't see.

Snape's tongue seemed bewitched - or maybe it was, Harry had been wondering for a long time what that unflattering mouth tasted like, and it belonged to the potions master What a magic tongue would be, he realized.

Students at Hogwarts used to say that Snape might be a vampire or something like that, because of his pale skin and mean personality, but Snape's tongue and lips were as soft as his, and the kiss was fiery , the palm against his side was also like a ball of fire, Harry melted into a puddle of water between his palms, or they both melted and seeped together, inseparable from each other, inseparable.

Snape sucked/sucked his lips like a sweet little pudding, and curled his tongue again, Harry's mouth was full of saliva as if he had eaten a few slices of a very sour orange, between the two of them The flow flows down the corners of the mouth as they constantly change positions, their nose tips occasionally touch each other, their breaths are intertwined, and even the nasal cavity is hot.