Trouble with hp love at first sight

When the shift changes at [-]:[-] in the afternoon, the coffee shop will turn into a bar at night. After Harry went to the staff room in the back kitchen to change his apron, he went to settle the wages with the store manager Roland for the day.

"I probably won't come tomorrow." Harry said to Roland after receiving today's salary, his eyes crossed the bar and met Snape sitting on the booth.

He lowered his voice subconsciously, fearing that the snot-nosed man would hear him—although his resignation did have something to do with him.

"That's your friend?" Roland pointed to the gloomy young man sitting there with his thumb. He had been sitting there all day and was obviously waiting for Daniel to get off work.

"Yeah." Harry grunted, nodded, and didn't really want to mention his relationship with Snape to outsiders.

Talk about friends - but what kind of friends would hide from each other, should they tell others that they were just bed partners - and Harry felt uncomfortable at the thought of the word.

But since Snape came to him, it meant that there might be a turning point, and they weren't necessarily just bed partners.

Harry couldn't help being paranoid again, even though he'd been warning himself not to think too much.

"Then go home quickly. If there is anything you can discuss with your friends, don't run away from home. See how worried your friends are about you. He must have searched for a long time to find you here." Roland sighed, and he said earnestly He patted Harry on the shoulder with a very familiar and nostalgic tone.

Harry could only force a smile, he didn't want to make another excuse for not running away from home.

So Harry, who finished his job at the coffee shop, walked out from the counter, and walked towards Snape, "Let's go."

After his hand was held, Harry took a deep breath, and he persuaded himself to let go of his discomfort.

After leaving the coffee shop, Snape wanted to use Disapparation. He really didn't want to stay in Muggle territory for a moment.

But Harry stopped him.

"I can't go back with you." Harry let go.

They stood on the street, and the two of them stood there looking at each other. The slanting sun shone on them, making their shadows longer, like two parallel straight lines that could never meet.

"I'm going back now. I've found a temporary residence. A kind Muggle is willing to rent it to me and pay her a little per day. You see, I have a place to go." Harry said, He turned and took a step.

Snape followed, and he went to grab Harry's hand again, and squeezed it tightly, clasping each finger until their palms were touching and equally damp.

It was uncomfortable, but Snape raised his brows in relief, like a shadow following behind Harry, he missed half a step, he followed very closely, and was so silent that it was impossible to ignore him Even his footsteps seemed to be silent.

But his hand was so hot that it seemed to be branding a mark on Harry's palm.

"Daniel, you came back so early." The white-haired old lady who was cutting rose branches with scissors in the garden looked up at the young man who opened the door to her yard. She narrowed her eyes with a smile and noticed that The black-haired youth following Harry.

"Is this your friend?"

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Eisen." Harry nodded, and after exchanging warm greetings with the kind Muggle old lady, he dragged Snape into the room.

This kind old lady rented the attic to him and was willing to provide him with a breakfast every day, but he only paid half of his part-time salary as his rent every day.

"Here, this looks great in a vase." Mrs. Eisen casually handed Harry the bouquet of champagne-colored, powdery, bulging, bud-shaped roses.

The pale hand reached out to take the bouquet before Harry could react, and Harry looked at Snape, who was holding the bouquet of fragrant roses, at which point he lowered his head, half-length hair hanging down his sides to cast a shadow , he and Harry looked at each other, and then the hand holding the bouquet wrapped around Harry's shoulder, and the drooping roses shed a scent.

"Let's go."

Harry blushed suddenly, and he walked hand in hand, fast as if afraid of being discovered by Mrs. Eisen. He led Snape up the stairs to the door on the third floor, and took out the Insert the key into the keyhole, and suddenly Harry's heart stopped.

He turned the key slowly and took hold of the handle, "It's a bit messy inside." He turned to look at Snape.

"I don't want to go back with you." He added.

"Are you really going to refuse me?" Snape took the hand that wasn't holding the rose, took Harry's bangs that covered his eyes between his fingers, and pushed them behind his ears.

"Rejecting a potions master." He bent his head and bit Harry's ear.

He stared at the emerald green eyes behind the pair of lenses, and the black pupil shrank in an instant, enlarging the emerald green.

He couldn't help but kissed his ear lovingly.

"Come in." Harry forced himself to be calm.

He turned the handle and pushed the door open.

The space inside the door was not large, there was a bed, a desk, a bottle of ink and paper, and an empty glass bottle, and Snape put the rose in his hand into the bottle.

The golden brilliance of the setting sun just shines into the room through the glass window, sprinkled on the roses on the bottle, like a layer of golden halo, really beautiful.

He looked around, the little suitcase that Harry was holding that day was being opened, and the clothes inside were scattered all the way to the bed, and the quilt was in a ball, as messy as every single boy's room in Gryffindor, Sna Pu squinted at the pair of underwear hidden on the quilt.

"I'll tidy up." Harry said quickly, pulling out his wand from the pillow and waving it, so everything from underpants to the loose clothes was stuffed into the box and packed well.

It's like erasing the previous evidence.

"Looks like you're really enjoying yourself." Snape stared at Harry playfully. "Having a pretty good time alone, huh?" He reached out and lifted Harry's chin.

"No, I'm fine on my own." Harry opened Snape's hand, he didn't like to have his chin raised, as if he was an object to be picked on.

"I thought you would beg me, or do I need to remind you that you said - as long as you are a master of potions, you are willing to do anything." Snape approached Harry, his breath carrying the familiar breath The bitter musk mixed with potions sprayed in Harry's face, disorientated.

Harry stared at the face that lured him to hell, as if he could see Snape eighteen years later.

Oh - Harry swallowed, his Adam's apple heaving - he had indeed made a rather complete mistake.

"You are already a master of potions." Harry only felt his head buzzing.

He couldn't think about anything, he could only back away, but his hips were on the edge of the table, and there was no way he could back up.

His whole body was so tense that the alarm was ringing loudly, and his head was full of screams, let him push away this tricky snot!

"Aren't you looking for a Potions Master? And now the Potions Master is standing in front of you." Snape smirked hypocritically, leaning forward and continuing to hold Harry's chin with all his strength, Harry couldn't break free.

"Now it's your turn to please me, Daniel." He lowered his head, his lips brushed against the end of his lovely nose, and then went down to meet those rose-like lips.

They kissed, first the touch between the lips, and then the lips and teeth blended.

He tasted the lips that Xiao had been thinking about for a month, then walked towards the bed with the stiff body in his arms, and fell down.

"You can't!" Harry shoved the crushed body, and bit Snape's shoulder bitterly.

Snape hissed, but he didn't budge at all, and pulled Harry's shirt out of his belt, the button unbuttoning easily with the motion of the palm of his hand.

Harry grabbed the hand, "Let go!" He glared at Snape, eyes ablaze.

Snape looked into those eyes he loved so much, took off the glasses that were blocking his view, and kissed them.

"Master of Potions," he uttered the word cheerfully.

So Harry let go, and he had to put his head down and let the snotluck get his way, he'd get it, damn it he could get it, because he's got his soft spot now!