Trouble with hp love at first sight

"Now you can help me make a potion." Harry picked up the shirt on the ground and put it on, his movements were much slower than usual, his knees were still shaking, and he just covered his mouth as he pulled the shirt together. discomfort.

He looked up at the young man who was waving his wand and disappearing the clumps of paper on the floor.

"The potion is a bit complicated, but I have the recipe, it's—" He said quickly, wishing that Snape could give him an answer now, and tell him the exact time.

"Why should I make the potion for you?" Snape put down his hand holding the wand, he turned and walked towards the bed and lifted Harry's chin, meeting those eyes that still had spring tide.

"With the potion, your goal will be achieved, so you can go back to accompany your teacher, can't you?" He looked coldly at the face full of default.

His heart is like a rock sunk into the sea, but he always remembers the purpose of this seemingly stupid Potter staying by his side - all in order to find a potions master to help him make a bottle life-saving potion.

"I didn't want to accompany him." Harry pursed his lips and only denied this sentence, and then opened Snape's hand.

He glared at the young man, and the two glared at each other angrily.

"It was you who threatened me with the title of Master of Potions that I - and now I did, it's your turn to honor it."

"I didn't threaten you." Snape was expressionless, he reached out and pushed the bangs covering Harry's eyes behind his ears, revealing his smooth forehead, the lightning-shaped scar was well covered by Harry , so far Snape has not been able to find out.

"I didn't promise you either. Didn't you agree before?" He snorted coldly, took out the anti-swelling potion from his pocket, poured it into his hand, and wiped it on Harry's lips.

After a while of heat, it was cool. Harry took a deep breath, and he persuaded himself to calm down and not to get angry with the snot.

"I won't go back with you." He was cold and stiff, like a wild and untamed deer.

Snape opened Harry's shirt, he continued pouring potions on Harry's body, his jaw tightened, his emotions hovered back and forth between anger and rationality, and finally remained calm, just like a jet that stopped spraying. volcano.

"That's why I appeared here, and followed you back to your place, which is not even a nest." Snape snorted coldly, looking critically at his surroundings.

There is only a small toilet cubicle, and the bathroom is still downstairs. Just now, the young man with many problems refused to use the bathroom in order not to be discovered by the old Muggle woman, so he could only conjure up a wet towel to help this Potter, who was so full of kindness for Muggle fragile nerves, cleaned up.

He'd put up with a lot that would have been impossible months ago, but he'd put up with Muggle contact for this bastard Potter.

He looked at the angry Harry, calmly as if talking about something that had nothing to do with him, "Don't you realize? After you left, I even left the task aside, because I knew that only the potion It takes a master to get your attention."

"But you would have been a potions master." Harry held back his breath. "You could do without me, you were ready."

Don't try to lie to him, he is no longer the silly boy who was easy to be deceived.

"That may be a month later, but it's definitely not me standing in front of you now. I've done my best to bring this moment forward." Snape said, his voice was stiff and cold, only he knew he was How much thought has been spent on this this month,

And coped with how many old fritters on the European potions forum.

"You need a potions master, and there's one standing in front of you."

"And as you said, the potion master has a lofty status, and I don't need to make those potions." He paused, "I have other tasks, and I guarantee that they will not bring disaster or massacre .”

"Even if you say this now..." Harry turned sharply at Snape.

"Come back with me." Snape took Harry's hand, and he bowed his head and kissed the back of his hand tenderly.

"I did the reasons you gave when you left, then you can't do that to me." He looked into those emerald green eyes, raised his hand and beckoned for glasses to help Harry put them on.

"You're threatening me." Harry gasped.

His legs are still shaking, and he screams when he moves his waist—all of this is the fault of this snot-nosed man!

Why should he forgive him!

And at that moment Harry's stomach made an inappropriate grunt, and he fell silent embarrassingly.

"It's time now, let's go eat." Snape waved his wand to display the time, it was already 07:30.

So he picked up the trousers on the floor and hurriedly helped Harry put them on, and he pulled up his overage boy and hugged him out of the attic.

"I saw a French restaurant, just down the street from that coffee shop, and it looked pretty good," he said.

"I know, that shop is very expensive, and you need to make a reservation." Harry said words slowly, he didn't want to talk to Snape at all, and he didn't want to be hugged and walked around, he and the snot too close! — as if he couldn't live without him, no, not at all!

"Ah, there's good news, I've made a reservation." Snape raised his eyebrows and lowered his head to meet Harry's gaze.

Harry moved his jaw, but fell silent, only staring at Snape.

He was afraid that he hadn't expected everything!Sure enough, he was born to be at odds with Snape!