Trouble with hp love at first sight

A.20

They didn't make it to the end.

That old bastard never came in.

Harry clenched the quill tightly. Most of the summer vacation was over, and he had a hunch that the opportunity to get out of this state would be near.

But why did he feel dissatisfied?It was as if his heart was being eaten by ants, and the dense pain seemed to be hollowed out by moths.

—Is it emptiness?

No—it shouldn't be like this.

"Severus." The lover's name that he had been thinking about slipped through his mouth, and the thought became more and more painful.

Instead he becomes a traitor and hangs out with his professor.

Even if it was forced, but now he is not so sure.

Suddenly Harry felt a pain in his abdomen, which was completely different from before. He nervously rolled up his shirt and observed the slightly swollen abdomen. The first fetal movement in his life came unexpectedly.

Maybe he should be optimistic, even for his little sweetheart, he should cheer up.

Find a way to solve this messy situation, instead of sitting here and moaning at a pile of endless practice questions.

"Solid theory does not mean practical ability. Although you have neither theoretical knowledge nor operational skills, maybe the examiner will look at it for the sake of the savior and wait to open the back door for you as a topic of conversation in the future. After all, I don’t have much experience helping the Savior cheat.” Snape said sarcastically, standing behind Harry, staring at the young man with his arms folded.

"I read hard." Harry defended himself.

He knew Snape was there, and it was like every Potions class before - no, not actually.

Harry took a deep breath. Although the furnishings had changed, there were two more cabinets for potions, and the placement of the items had been adjusted, but he could grope around the potion refining room in Spider's End Alley with his eyes closed. Where to go out.

He and Severus spent a lot of time here, and it can be said that most of their time together was cooking pot after pot of potion, and those days when potion orders were completed were his happiest.He didn't have to worry about Severus being abducted by Death Eaters, and he didn't have to think about the battles outside, the injuries and losses.

He only needs to look at Severus, watching that thin and gloomy young man brewing potions, this is the magic that only belongs to Severus, and every potion ingredient will eventually be gathered in the crucible to become a potion master The most supple potion in hand.

He is already very familiar with this, but it is not difficult to brew a bottle of potion.

"I brewed healing potions by myself." Harry said that he had rich experience in brewing potions when he participated in battles, and he only let out a cold snort.

"NEWTs don't just test healing potions." Snape said, he raised his hand, pointed his wand at the blackboard, and the chalk began to write automatically, "Start your operation."

Lie potion, if you drink it, you will say something insincere, what you say is counterproductive, duplicity.

Harry looked at the topic, and quickly listed the recipe for the Potion of Lies in his mind.

"What a title that befits you," Snape sneered.

Harry turned his head and stared at Snape fiercely, and saw that the old bastard had actually pulled out the funnel timer, and the funnel was running backwards without him noticing.

"You have less than an hour left," Snape reminded maliciously.

Harry immediately made his way to the materials shelf, but damn it - none of the experiences he remembered were working.The entire wall is full of materials, in addition to three shelves, there are more things.

But his experience was still useful. Following Snape's habit, he found the materials he needed and started cutting the sneezeweed.He was completely immersed in the processing of potion materials, and inexplicably, his method and speed of processing materials became faster.

It's like - he's back in that time, with Severus by his side, and he can brew potions with peace of mind.Since his lover will definitely point him out when he does something wrong, he doesn't have to worry about him screwing up.

Before he knew it, Harry completely relaxed.

The fire under the cauldron is out, just one last standing job to be done.

Harry looked at the orange-yellow potion in the cauldron, comparing it with the text in the textbook—he remembered it as orange-yellow, right?

It was then that he noticed other things besides potion making, such as the sudden increase in the pressure on his back.

By the way, this is not 1980.Harry turned his head sharply at the thought.

"Why are you so close?" His voice rose in alarm, causing Snape to frown.

"Stir clockwise three times and then quickly turn counterclockwise three quarters. Do you have a misunderstanding of 'quick' and 'three quarters'?" Snape pointed out where Harry made a mistake. , the sarcasm tone at this time makes one's teeth itch.

Harry gritted his teeth, holding back his anger, "But I did it, the last potion is orange."

"You call it orange?" Snape showed surprise on his face, "Perhaps you should go to an ophthalmologist first. The savior is color blind. Early detection and early treatment, isn't it?"

"Snape!" Harry was as irritable as a cat with all its hair on end, just waiting to pounce on and scratch this vicious old bastard.

"Continue, next question." Snape raised the corner of his mouth slightly, he turned the timing funnel upside down and upside down, and after emptying the potion, the question on the blackboard was also updated.

Harry had no choice but to turn around and look at the newly assigned topic, before starting to make the next potion.

But this pot was no better than the last pot, perhaps because the old bastard was too close, Harry couldn't ignore his presence, including the bitter smell of potion in his nostrils, which seemed to have Snape's distinctive smell, It was so intrusive, as if his whole body was wrapped in this damn smell, and it was difficult to escape.

Harry took a sharp breath, but the hot tide that followed couldn't be subsided, bit by bit, he was soaked and dragged into the unbearable heat.

It sucks - he feels a rush of heat go down his thigh and down his calf.

"Why did you stop?" Snape put his hand around Harry's shoulders as if to wrap him around him, and his other hand took Harry's hand, helping him to finish the hand. Actions.

"Haha." Harry panted in a low voice, the heat wave melted his head into a paste, he couldn't think, he could only rely on instinct.

He feebly dropped the silver knife in his hand and held it instead—he could only hold that hand.

He could rely on Snape, everything he wanted could be found in him and Snape was here - why should he resist?

"Want - Severus, I want you." Harry turned around, hugged Snape, and said in a daze.

"Potter." Snape opened his mouth to reprimand, but this daring Potter actually opened his mouth to enclose his fingers, so eager to charm him.

Damn it was Potter who drank the drugged drink offered by a man, defenseless - now that he had put aside his shame, he was trying to seduce his professor.

This is the life after Daniel left him, how colorful?He was afraid that he had long forgotten his poor and miserable lover.

Snape's face turned cold, he refrained from grabbing Harry, regardless of the unprocessed materials on the cooking table, and pressed the little bastard who dared to seduce him here, even if he shouted that the cooking table was too hard, then It was Potter's own choice.

But reason restrained Snape again, he couldn't let Harry go, and he didn't want to push him away.

Harry deserved everything he wanted from him.He had the most legitimate reasons to hug the boy, kiss him, comfort him, and relieve him.

In this tormenting moment of reason and emotion, Harry took action. He grabbed Snape's collar, pulled down his head firmly, and kissed those not-so-cold lips with precision.

"Are you sure you don't want to do it, Severus." Harry said, licking his lips thinking about it.

The author has something to say:

Well written card, there should be three more chapters in the future.

I hope Harry remembers that he needs to take NEWTs, the professor has been very nice to him, watching him prepare for the exam