Trouble with hp love at first sight

"Tell me about your past, Severus."

Harry sat on the edge of the bed, patting the empty seat beside him, looking at Snape standing there.

"Daniel, has anyone ever told you that you should let others know about you before asking them to tell their own story?" Snape said softly.

He sat next to Harry, and it was a very new experience. They had kissed, intertwined, slept under the covers, and brewed a perfect masterpiece together.But not sitting together and talking quietly.

He stretched out his hand to touch the scarred forehead, his expressionless face reduced the initial gloom, maybe it was because the attitude of the young man around him confessed too well—those kisses did play a role.

When two people stay in the same room, even if the fireplace is not lit, it will warm up the whole body, and make people feel happy and forget the unhappiness of the cold.

What's worse is that he can't remember the days when he was alone before Christmas. How did he survive those lonely and lonely times?

"I," Harry paused, he knew that lying would be exposed by a shrewd snot, but what if he told the truth?

"As I'm sure you've seen, I was born Muggle-my mother was a Muggle." Lily was Muggle-born anyway.

"She died shortly after I was born, and I was given to my aunt - my mother's only sister. They adopted me, and you know not all Muggles can accept magic," he said Here it stops.

No - what if Snape finds out that Daniel's story and Harry Potter's growth trajectory are almost exactly the same?

The less information you can disclose, the more vague it will be, so that you won't be associated with this shrewd bastard.

"They treated you badly," Snape continued.

Harry took a deep breath, "Yeah - but you can't say that, now I kind of understand them - understand but can't let it go." He looked at Snape with mixed emotions, like melancholy and disappointment. Annoyed but relieved all mixed together like overturned paint.

"After all, I was given to them. It's not easy for them to choose to raise me instead of abandoning me. Besides, I'm a burden." There was a cold expression on his face, as if he was telling someone else's story. story.

But Snape understood Harry's emotions, and he knew that this young man would not casually tell others about his past - no one would want such a childhood, not being expected or even growing up in disgust, Looking at other people's happiness, but those warmth have nothing to do with him.

He will always be alone.

So similar to loneliness.

But Daniel has become the sun that can warm others. How special he is, how strong the emotion in that body should be, like an endless enthusiasm.

He should have been treated gently, but this world is not always satisfactory.

Snape's cold heart suddenly sank, as if heated by the hot sun, "You are not a burden."

His voice was low and soft, like the keys of a piano were beating, "You are a wizard, you are born special, and Muggles naturally cannot understand you - you were born to stand on a high place, looking down on them."

"No, magic is a tool. Tools are not born to make people powerful. Only we use tools instead of tools to achieve us. Only a strong mind can make us stronger, and we can better use magic as a tool." Harry Looking at Snape, he dismissed his claims.

"Muggles are no different from us. They have hearts, and so do we. Here—" He reached out and touched Snape's left chest. "The beating heart is the same. Their emotions are exactly the same as ours."

"Whether you're a wizard or a Muggle, you're all human - and of course human."

"So I can understand the dislike of my aunt and uncle's family towards me. It is the fear of the unknown. But because of the continuous blood - so even if they spurned my existence, they did not abandon me and raised me up .Although it is not pleasant, I don’t like them to be honest.” Harry pursed his lips when he said this, his voice lowered, and there was a sense of regret for his childhood in his expression, “But I also hope they live well, There is no catastrophe. I think this is the inseparable blood relationship."

In fact, Dali liked him quite a lot, although he always bullied him when he was a child, maybe his cousin finally found out that he had gone too far in the past, and started looking for opportunities to make up for him.He can also be regarded as his cousin's playmate since he was a child, so he still thinks he understands the thinking of his simple-minded cousin.

That's why he didn't feel so bad about the Dursleys, he didn't refuse Dudley's overtures to him.

Maybe the sullenness in my heart will dissipate with time, there is nothing I can't let go of.Life goes on and one always has to look ahead.

"You really are a holy father." Snape looked at this foolish young man in amazement.Just like what he said to Daniel, he knew that Daniel was so kind, he even wore only summer clothes for his teacher and stood in the snow looking for news about the master of potions.

Snape didn't agree with this kindness, what he saw more was the filth of human nature, kindness would be owed in the end.Just like now he is also coveting the kindness of this young man, he wants to get more - so much that this stupid young man can't afford.

They have the same little, but Daniel's spirit is so rich, his warmth seems inexhaustible.

"No, as long as you can think about it, you can." Harry shook his head, "Severus, I find that you have trapped yourself in this circle, and you don't care if you don't listen or see—but if you can Go out and see the world, and when you see others, others will see you."

He looked at Snape, "Like now, all I can see is you, so do you see me?"

Snape narrowed his eyes, he now realized that Potter's boldness might be a family tradition, James Potter was so bold that he dared to drag his friends to ambush him at Hogwarts, and Daniel - How dare he ask his heart.

"If you didn't hit me on the head, then your words are quite sweet." Snape snorted coldly.

Harry blushed when he was told, "I'm serious!"

"You didn't do it right either—if you weren't holding me down." Harry finally found his reason, and the damn reason was obviously this snot who wanted to force, "You want to do that!" His voice get bigger.

"What did I do?" Snape asked indifferently, without even lifting his eyelids.

Harry couldn't say the word, and indeed Snape just kissed him on the neck before he had time to do anything.

"I finally know why James wanted to beat you up," he muttered under his breath.

Snape snorted, "It seems that James Potter has talked to you a lot." His expression became gloomy, as if he had fallen into a sea of ​​ice and could never get back.

Harry didn't respond.

He recalled the memory of Snape he saw in the pensieve in fifth grade—he didn't connect the bullied boy with the youth in front of him.

He was taller and not as skinny as the boy was, of course he was, but Harry knew how strong the body was, and the wrists that were gripped dropped when he pressed on him. Mark, Harry stroked his wrist, he looked at the hand that was supposed to be mixing the potion, how slender Snape's fingers were.

It was hard for him to deny that he liked being around Snape, their hearts beating in sync, their sweat mingling from the heat, their bodies overlapping as if they shared the same emotions and were no longer alone.

It would be great if they could have the same philosophy.

No - Snape was on their side, so so would Severus.They will eventually go the same way.

He'd drag Severus out of the darkness.

"Let me tell you about Lily, aren't you friends?" Many thoughts flashed through his mind, and suddenly he mentioned Lily.

Snape's jaw clenched, anger flashed across his face, "If your sources were more reliable - then you should know I have no Mudblood friends."

"You called her a Mudblood!" Harry screamed. "Is that why you fell out?" He could well imagine Lily and Snape falling out.

Just like Malfoy also used this title to call Hermione, and now he knows that it was a bit tricky between Malfoy and Hermione during the war, but his friend was so calm that he felt that Malfoy still had a long way to go A long way off - those bad impressions of his past are not so easy to wash away.

"You never liked her, did you?" Harry asked cautiously, ignoring the discomfort in his heart.

They are already heartbroken and don't care if they are more sour, anyway, these emotions are similar.

Is he less angry with this greasy old bat? — no, he shouldn't have thought of Snape — he wasn't messing with his Potions professor.

Yes, they are not the same person!That's right!Harry tugged at his heart frantically in his mind, he didn't want to think about the absurdity that Snape was still lying in St. Mungo's and he was hooking up with a young man.

Snape gave Harry a cold look.

"Don't worry—you don't look alike at all." His face was stinky and hard, "It's beyond the scope of magic for me to be hard on your face."

As much as he hated James, there was enough reason to treat Daniel, who had a similar look, in the same way.

But he just couldn't get his hands on it.

Harry's face was red as if it was ripe, and his mind was blank, filled with humming, making him unable to think.

He could only rely on instinct, grab the collar of the awkward and smelly young man in front of him, and drag him over.

Kiss those impossibly soft thin lips.

Maybe in the end all fights turn into kisses.

When Harry's consciousness returned, he and Snape had rolled together inseparably, and his sanity gradually collapsed under the indulgence without resistance.

Oh, and he finally understands that sleeping in separate rooms is not such a good idea, because the hormones of puberty are just so annoying.