Trouble with hp love at first sight

In the morning, years of regular biological clocks made Snape open his eyes.

In just a moment, he remembered the absurd last night, he had sex with a young man he just met, and they had a perfect relationship, this young man with Potter's appearance seemed to be born for him, he could just close his eyes Think of last night.

Snape picked up the fallen clothes on the floor, got out of bed, and slowly put on everything from trousers to sweaters.

He buttoned the woolen sweater to the top, glanced at the sleepy person on the bed—as if his eyes were scalded, he quickly looked away, hesitated, he still didn't light the fireplace, only raised his wand Added a warming spell to the sleepy young man.

He left the bedroom and went downstairs.

With a timely grunt in his stomach, he was eating a simple sandwich - a fried egg sandwiched between two slices of whole wheat bread, with a cup of freshly brewed black coffee.

The Postal Owl flew in bringing a new day of the Daily Prophet.

Snape only glanced at the headlines, Christmas morning, that means nothing happened, neither the Death Eaters nor the Order of the Phoenix were going to act at this time, it was a holiday for all wizards.

He glanced again at the empty living room, no Christmas tree or presents.

I have been here for so many years, and there is nothing wrong with it.

Snape drank the coffee in his cup,

He had a new idea for the research in hand, and he couldn't help but want to realize it, and by the way, deal with the potion order he just received.Without further ado, he decided to work on both sides at the same time while he was full of energy.

So Snapela opened the door of his private research room, with a swiftness that he hadn't seen for a long time.

Inspiration was to be seized when it first struck, and Snape knew all too well the preciousness of those rare moments.

Harry covered his forehead with one hand, and opened his sleepy eyes with a splitting headache. He was so hungry that he could barely get up!

But obviously the war is over - wait, he remembered!

"Oops, my waist!" Harry, who had just raised his upper body, collapsed back again, gasping and staring at the black bed curtain above his head.

This is not his bed!

So yesterday was true - he slept with Snape!

Harry turned his neck with difficulty, and was relieved to find that he was alone in the room.

Enduring the soreness, he got up and slowly got out of bed with the help of the bedpost.

As soon as it touched the floor his legs were so weak that he was about to kneel again, but he held onto the bedposts to keep him on his feet.

He stared down at the dead white - he looked away and didn't want to notice the marks on his legs anymore, he first summoned his wand and then gathered all his scattered clothes on the ground with a wave, and started Wear them one by one.

"I can't believe this guy left me here alone!" Harry cursed as he put on his last coat. He was still wearing the short-sleeved shirt from yesterday, and only his cloak gave him some protection. A little bit of warmth - but not quite enough.

But he had no other clothes, and—Harry took a deep breath, deciding to forage before thinking about bathing and other matters.

So he endured the weirdness and the lingering discomfort, he left the room and went downstairs.

The kitchen was so empty that it didn't look like there was food at all. Harry only glanced at it. He walked to the only closed room, raised his hand and started knocking on the door.

Sure enough, he really should have strangled himself yesterday!

The continuous knocking on the door and the lung-cracking hiss sounded like debt dunning, which forced Snape to stop what he was doing. He looked at the five cauldrons that were boiling at the same time and the other side of him. A study that is looking to verify a method that seems to work is being found.

After weighing it a few times, he finished stirring the five crucibles, and now he just needs to stand still, and his research can only be suspended.

Better give him a good enough reason - Snape's face was so gloomy that it looked like black rain was about to fall from the sky.

He went to the door and opened it.

"What's the matter?" Before he could swear, he saw the typical Potter face, the thin cloak he was wearing, and his trembling hands.

He reached out to touch Harry's forehead - but after reaching out he scorned his behavior, as if he had been drugged with love - not something he would do!

Harry, who had his forehead touched, looked at the gloomy young man in surprise, he still couldn't connect him with Snape - Merlin, how could Snape make himself like that.

But when Harry thought that it was probably his fault, that Snape had been silently protecting him for so many years, his heart couldn't help but be filled with emotion, he owed that old bastard too much.

"I'm fine—" Harry said at once, but he only got a distrustful look before he changed his words, "Well, I'm a little hot."

"My body temperature is usually higher than others, so it's fine." He laughed, suddenly dizzy, he could only hold Snape's hand in front of him.

"People with a fever think that their body temperature is normal, but it seems that you can't even take care of yourself." Snape snorted coldly, and he pulled Harry into his arms, half dragging and half hugging him He took him to the dining room - there was only a small table big enough for two people, he pulled out the chair for Harry to sit down, and then took off his coat and threw it to him.

He went to the kitchen to get a glass of water and returned to hand it to Harry.

"Have you got something to eat?" Harry's stomach growled again, and he hadn't been this hungry during the time he and Ron had been hiding from the Death Eaters together.

His face, which was already low-grade fever, had an unnatural cherry red color, and now it was even more embarrassing and ashamed.

"Trouble." Snape muttered softly.

He went back to the kitchen and found two slices of whole wheat bread, toasted them in a frying pan, cracked an egg, and added two slices of bacon. These were done very quickly, and he thought about it after putting the simple sandwiches on the plate He rummaged through and found a small bag of oatmeal, and the last amount of milk was just enough to cook a pot of porridge, so he poured all these ingredients into the pot and started to simmer over low heat.

He walked over to Harry with the food.

"That's all. When the oatmeal is ready, you can have some porridge." Snape had a sullen face. He never took care of anyone, so his tone was a little offended.

It looked like he was being forced to do something he didn't want to do.

And Harry, who had worked against Snape for so many years, was simply flattered, he had never received this kind of treatment under Snape's hands - breakfast made by himself, and an fried egg!Oh, he could have sworn it was the only one at Hogwarts, not even Dumbledore had been treated like this.

"Thank you." Harry raised the corners of his mouth towards Snape from the bottom of his heart. He picked up the sandwich and took a bite. After another bite, he finished the sandwich with a few mouthfuls.

And Snape went back to his private research room. He seldom got sick himself, but he still kept his usual medicines, so he quickly found antipyretics in the medicine box.

He returned to Harry with the potion.

"Take a sip." He unscrewed the bottle cap and placed the potion in front of Harry.

This cheapskate!

Harry, who had never taken any medicine and only took a sip, stared at the potion in front of him, and suddenly he realized that the potion didn't seem to be full.

He glanced at Snape and took a sip after seeing that there was no room for negotiation.

"Coffee?" He smacked his mouth, isn't this bitter taste black coffee?Oh, isn't that a pepper fever reducer?

But soon his ears started to get gas, and his head instantly became more drowsy. With the gas, he gradually became more clear-headed. This process was not pleasant.

"This is a reformulated formula, you only need to take a sip." Snape screwed back the bottle cap and put away the potion.

"You didn't drink this potion, did you?" Harry asked suddenly, and then he tapped his tongue again, as if relishing the coffee taste.

Snape stared bitterly at the young man who had been challenging the bottom line of his patience. He didn't reply, but instead gave Harry the blanket he brought out from the research room.

It was originally used when he brewed the potion and stayed in the research room to take a nap late at night and didn't want to go back to the room, but it turned out to be cheap for the bastard.

Sure enough, Potter meant trouble.

"You know me," Snape said firmly, "you only know my first name and you pronounce my last name with precision."

"But I have a doubt, I never saw you at Hogwarts."

It is simply soul torture!

After finally wrapping himself in the blanket that smelled of potion, Harry sneezed at the hard-earned warmth.

He sniffed pitifully, oh—is it too late for him to pretend to be dizzy now to avoid the question?