Trouble with hp love at first sight

A.17

"Why are there so many homework!"

Harry poked the paper vigorously with the quill pen, and after venting his dissatisfaction, he let out a long breath, slumped on the chair and faced the half-written paper on the table, and next to the paper was a mountain of books, today When it was Potions' turn, he needed to spend a day reading through a grade's books, and then do the NEWTs review questions Snape assigned him.

He was sure that the amount of review for this day alone had exceeded the review points that Hermione tailored for him.

The old bastard never wanted it easy for him!

Just as Harry slumped there like a boneless pool of mud and let go of his tingling fingers, there was a snap in the air - which made the hairs on Harry's back stand on end like a bird preparing to An aggressive hedgehog, he turned his head and faced the house elf who came to bring him tea and watch him finish his homework.

"Mr. Potter, you only have 5 minutes to rest. If you can't finish it, the small dessert for dinner will be changed to green pepper and kale juice." The house elf with the Slytherin emblem embroidered on the tea towel put the hot tea on the table. After being in the gap between the piles of books, he bent down respectfully, the tip of his long nose almost poking the ground.

"Green pepper and kale juice, what's that?" Harry yelled. Could it be another novel trick of the disgusting old bat?

Just imagining the smell made Harry retch, and the peppermint antiemetic almost hit his face.

"Please take the potion." The shrill voice of the house elf was like a whistle from a machine, making Harry's eardrums uncomfortable, as cold as completing the instructions given, without the excitement and enthusiasm of other house elves.

Should it be said that it is a house elf of Slytherin house?Harry sneered.He took the potion, but didn't drink it, just touched his stomach.

He has already suffered too much, so he will not make the same mistake again.

"I will finish my homework, don't stuff me with green pepper and kale juice or other unappetizing things, and I don't need this bottle of potion." Harry put the antiemetic potion into the medicine box at his feet with a cold face, In the past few days, he had been forced to receive a lot of potions, and he kept them in the medicine cabinet without taking them, and returned them to Snape when he saw him.

There is no free lunch in this world, let alone Snape's potion - would the old bat have good intentions?That might be the most expensive thing in the world.

He has nothing more to contribute.

The house-elf bowed and disappeared with a snap, leaving no trace as it had come, except for the cup of hot tea that remained.

Harry picked up the tea, milked himself and took a sip.The hot tea cleared up his dizzy head after studying all day.

But what's the use of being sober even now?

He couldn't get out of this room, let alone deal with Snape.

Besides, at night, even he himself betrayed him.

Harry clenched his fists, the worst thing he could have done to get him in this situation was to take the drink.

Letting go, Harry picked up the quill again, and continued to write the damn potion exercises, each stroke was so forceful that it seemed to tear the paper.

"Haha."

I've never heard that the more questions you do, the hotter your body gets, but that happened to Harry, and it wasn't just hot—as he filled in the answer to the last fill-in-the-blank question, his hands trembled so much that he couldn't even hold the quill His hair was sticking to his forehead with sweat, and his thin shirt was drenched and clinging to his body, almost translucent.He couldn't help panting, his head was dizzy, and he blinked hard.

"It's so rare that you're actually working on a problem." Snape pushed open the door after finishing his day's important work, and saw Potter, who didn't like to learn, really sitting there reviewing instead of arguing like a few days ago He made a fuss about going out, but in the end he cleaned him up and could only lie on the bed in resentment and do the questions.

Maybe he knew what he should do after suffering.

Snape rubbed his chin, study is indeed a good tool to expend energy.He walked over to Harry and picked up the full mock test. The crooked handwriting was like a tangled caterpillar. The first few questions could be seen to be answered seriously, but the latter was very scribbled , and even water stains soaked through the paper.

Snape bowed his head, so he met the sweaty and flushed face.

Now he knew the source of the water stains—as expected, Potter's patience was very poor, and this mistake put him in a situation from which he could not escape, and he would probably regret it forever.

"That's not a good attitude to study, Potter." The corners of his mouth curled up maliciously.

"What?" The drowsy consciousness made Harry miss Snape's words, and he raised his head in confusion, only to be dragged up.

"It's time to check your homework. Have you studied hard all day?" Snape asked softly, snorting on the face that was close at hand.

Such clear green eyes, it was but a blink of an eye to taint them with lust.

Snape pinched his fingers, and he suppressed the thought of overwhelming Harry. It took him a few days to review it many times, and even corrected the mysteries about Harry that he hadn't discovered back then.

If there was one person in this world who knew Harry so well, even better than Harry himself, that person was here, standing in front of Harry.

"Study, yes, I want to study." Harry grabbed the last word, and he grunted, his whole body was dizzy as if he had a fever.

"Good boy." Snape rubbed his sweaty head, and the corners of his mouth curled up.

Then shoving the quill into Harry's hand, he pinched Harry's shoulder, bit his ear, and blew in his ear - and got a perfect gasp in response.

He had already noticed that little Potter's head popped up, and everything was so logical.

"Then now write down the knowledge points reviewed today silently, if you can't write it out - it proves that you didn't pay attention to your homework, then you will be punished." Snape said, pressing Harry on the desk, while those The pile of books had floated elsewhere, and he pulled out a blank piece of parchment and held it in front of Harry's eyes for him to write silently.

"Stop, stop!" Harry shook his head violently, the force on his body swept away the enthusiasm in his brain, and he recalled in horror what had happened for many days in a row.

Just as he was fidgeting about to open Snape, his trousers were pulled down.

Harry bit his lip, and he tried to bring his legs together, but it couldn't stop the warm liquid from dripping down eagerly.

It's not him!Harry cursed angrily at the man who had brought him to this state.He actually - spread his legs like a jerk, waiting for Snape to fuck him!

"Hurry up and write silently!" Snape slapped that fleshy buttocks heavily, his stern voice was completely opposite to his actions.

Harry had to put his head down and hold the quill and start writing - against Snape's words, he shuddered.

He could already feel the movement of his fingers, however, and Harry bit his lip against the annoying - he had to admit that there was indeed a movement that made him feel good.

"Snape! You give me moderation!" When the irresistible heat rubbed against him, he couldn't bear it anymore!

Harry dropped his pen, turned his head only to have his chin caught.

The kiss was so sticky and irresistible that he couldn't even say the words to refuse.

Why on earth did this happen to him!

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