Trouble with hp love at first sight

A.12

"Let me help you take a bath."

After dinner, it was almost time to take a bath. Harry remembered the instructions of the healer. Whether it was performing potion operations or reading those advanced potion books, these mind-consuming tasks were not suitable for Snape now. What he needed It's rest - of course, he can read some leisure books to relax his mind, and activities that make him talk less are allowed.

He had to make a sound, after all, Snape was not turning in the direction of the stairs, there was nothing on the first floor except the study next to the gate - only the potion making room was left.

Snape stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Harry.

The unscrupulous bastard! —does he know what he's talking about? —invited his ex-Potions master to bathe with him shortly after leaving his husband.Maybe that's Potter, after all he's capable of sleeping with a man he's meeting for the first time - it's predictable when something out of the ordinary happens, isn't it?

"I can wash your hair, I'll be careful not to get the water on the bandage around your neck..." Harry tried to think of what he could do.

He'd showered with Severus, but not with Snape - no, he shouldn't be thinking about that.

They are different!So it's not the same thing at all!

Harry took a deep breath, he was here to take care of Snape, and when his professor recovered, it would be over!

"We're wizards, Potter, and magic can do more than your unimaginative mind can imagine," Snape cut Harry mercilessly.

"Of course there is another possibility. Our savior has a habit of imitating house-elves." He snorted mockingly, hiccupping Harry's rebuttal, which made the young man glared at him with hatred.

What a bright emerald, what a green rose blooming in flames.Whether it is the blue full of deception or the green of reality after the camouflage is faded, it is very suitable for this young man.

Snape lingered on this familiar face as if he had traveled back to 18 years ago. He was too young - this was not suitable.

Years of espionage made Snape not easily vent his emotions no matter what the situation was. He just stared deeply at that face, raised his foot, changed direction, and walked towards the stairs.

"Damn the hobby of imitating house elves! If the therapist said that you need to rest and have someone to take care of you, I would have gone back to Hogwarts!" Harry yelled, but his dissatisfaction was all dissatisfaction, he was still honest Actually followed up.

In the end, he was rejected from the bathroom door by the door that seemed to be closed by the wind of the robe tail.He actually followed Snape cautiously like a nanny all the way, being so fawning and being rejected--Harry gritted his teeth hard, and he stared at the black door hatefully.

"You can take a bath by yourself!" After he finished speaking, he realized that this was wrong.

Snape should have showered himself!

Harry wiped his face, erasing the image of Snape undressing from his mind.

"What the hell am I doing?" He said to himself, and stood outside the door for a while, turned and left after realizing the sound of water coming from inside.

As Snape said, magic is so versatile that it can help wizards in all aspects.

But now, what kind of magical help should he seek for what he longed for?

There is no second soul-returning stone that can help him, even if he can make a time-turner—back in time, it will be 18 years.Even more, that's already another timeline.

At least not in the past of the present world.

Harry was sitting on the sofa, and he took out the crumpled paper from his pocket, which was the advice written for him by the therapist when he ran to the maternity check-up.

"Keep a happy mood, eat more vegetables and dairy products, get plenty of rest, and don't think too much about complicated things (except for NEWTs)." Harry made a questioning haha ​​when he read this.

He crumpled up the piece of paper and threw it into his pocket, then lay down on the sofa with his body crooked, and let his mind go.

Since the therapist told him to rest, let him rest.

The steaming water made Snape's pale face slightly warmer, as if he had transformed from a vampire living in the dark into a human with flesh and blood.

He looked at himself in the mirror coldly, and sealed his obstructive mouth before the mirror commented on his appearance.He carefully shaved off the beard that had grown out of this period of coma, and groomed himself a little.

Obviously not the same as before.

Snape himself had a feeling that maybe it had something to do with him finally finding Daniel.

But would that change the tangled relationship between him and Stupid Potter? ——No, 18 years have passed.

How many 18 years are there in your life?

Daniel had lied to him, and it had been a complete lie from the beginning, and there had never been a Daniel Potter in this world.

"The name is false, the oath is false. Nothing ever really existed." Snape looked at himself in the mirror.

What a sad, wanton fooled poor man!

The black satin bathrobe wrapped his thin body, making him stand like a hard black spinel on the stairs.

Snape went downstairs, hoping that Potter could settle his hands and feet, which had nowhere to show vitality, when he took a bath, of course - he shouldn't rely on Potter's brain capacity, he could remember the complicated knowledge in books This is already the greatest thanks to the professors.

But contrary to what Snape had imagined, Potter wasn't wandering around.

The young man curled up quietly on the sofa, with his hands clenched into fists on his chest. He didn't sleep well, and his brows were tightly frowned, as if he was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't break free.

What would he be dreaming about?

Snape reached out his hand, then retracted as if electrocuted just as he was about to touch Harry.

He stared down at the boy, unsuspectingly falling asleep on a couch.

He is no longer a brash savior, nor is he pretending to be mature enough to prove that he has grown up.

Too young, so fragile that it seemed that a little force would break him, but Snape did know that the soul in this body was so tough that even the once mighty Dark Lord couldn't see him break.

"Severus," Harry murmured in his sleep.

He huddled himself into a ball uneasily, and subconsciously arched his back, curling up his back like a shrimp, so that his knees could not press his abdomen.

When Snape frowned at the call, he looked at Harry's sleeping position, and suddenly remembered the thing that he had completely ignored - there was a child between him and Potter!

"Damn Potter!" Snape gritted his teeth. He grabbed Harry's wrist forcefully and pulled up the idiot Potter who was sleeping soundly on the sofa.

"Snape!" Harry, who was forced to wake up, stared angrily at Snape who woke him up.

Blame it on the bastard old Bat, who almost saw Severus in his dream!

Harry stared and stared at Snape, surprised to find that Snape seemed to look better.

"This is my couch, not your bed. Doing the right thing in the right place, I know you're used to breaking the rules, Potter, but this is my home and I don't want to see a Potter sleeps on my sofa." Snape bit the possessives emphatically, obviously he really hated Potter for breaking his rules.

"Didn't you just take a nap for a while, cheapskate." Harry muttered, he definitely didn't wake up just now, and he thought Snape was a little bit good-looking.

He's not Severus, how could he be sexy, handsome and attractive?An old bat is an old bat, always such a nuisance!

"Go back to your place, and don't let me see you in other places, otherwise--I have foreseen that this year's Academy Cup will usher in an unprecedented academy with zero scores, and you want to To see, right?" Snape looked at Harry with his hands crossed maliciously, his eyes lingering for a moment on the side of his hair that was curled up from his sleeping position.

He didn't want to touch Potter's hair, he wouldn't touch the boy.

Absolutely not.

Potter's future doesn't deserve him, so why bother?The past is all over.

"I'll go back now—but you have to go back to the bedroom! Let's go back to the second floor together." Harry gritted his teeth, grabbed Snape's arm, and pulled Snape forward involuntarily.

At least it was a tie, if Snape hadn't been sick, he wouldn't have bowed his head to this crazy old bastard!

Snape looked at the hand, and the animated profile.He raised the corner of his mouth slightly.

"Talk less, drink more water. Rest early. Don't let me find you reading any potions book." Standing in front of the bedroom door, Harry repeated the healer's instructions again.

"Do you want to come in and supervise?" Snape snorted inexplicably.

Harry was silent, he wanted to supervise Snape, but in the same bedroom - why not?They are all men!

Snape understood Harry's hesitation, and he stepped into the bedroom and closed the door quickly before Potter could nod.

Stop it before Potter enters his life and throws all his plans into disarray.

He is a man of the past with no hope and no future.

Harry Potter has a bright future, he doesn't belong to him.

The author has something to say:

This is the scene I thought about before the opening of Line A. I tried my best to write it out, but it doesn't seem to be cruel, woo woo.I don't know how to write ancient flavors.

If you hurry up, the little black house will be in the next chapter.