Trouble with hp love at first sight

Snape slowly buttoned the top button of the collar and began to adjust the cuffs. He turned his head to look at a sleeping Potter who was lying on the bed.

Snape reached out and touched the messy hair, it was unbelievable that it was so soft, and those curly hairs were running between his fingers, with his own resilience.

"What a slob." He hummed softly, then bent down and kissed the hair tangled in his hands.

Harry snorted in a daze, "Hot." He unconsciously raised his hand to open the annoying hand, and Da Lala took both arms out of the quilt, kicking his feet to get rid of the shackles of the quilt.

Snape had no choice but to help the big boy who was sleeping and moving with a stiff face, pull the quilt back, put his arms back, and even put the pillow that was almost in his arms back under his head as it was.

He hesitated to put down the wand in his hand, and didn't give his big boy a stun spell, maybe he would wake up after a while.

"I'll be right back," he said, knowing that the sleeping Potter couldn't hear him.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, laughing at himself for being too talkative.He himself has changed too much recently, and he is also getting used to the life of two people, which is completely different from when he was alone, and since this Potter likes to run away from home if he disagrees with him—if he can be locked Well, Snape thought it was delicious just imagining that picture, but——he touched the head of the boy who was so well-behaved after sleeping, he couldn't treat Daniel like that.

Even if their differences were so great that Daniel would go to the Order of the Phoenix, he couldn't hurt him.

He pulled up the robe on his body, and left the bedroom quietly. He is going to Hogwarts to discuss the details of the employment contract. Maybe he can get more, and he needs to arrange a baby room in the future, which will cost a lot .

He thought of Lucius Malfoy's precious attitude towards his newborn son, even though his son could only cry, he had already prepared toys from one to ten years old, and piled up the entire warehouse.

And his kid will also need a toy broom, and that kid will love brooms as much as Daniel does, and he is definitely more meticulous than James Potter in this regard!

"Severus, you're really early." Dumbledore unexpectedly met Snape in the corridor, just as the appointed time was approaching.

"Punctuality is a good habit." He stroked his beard cheerfully. Maybe this young man would be more serious about teaching. He could see Snape's seriousness in professional knowledge and enthusiasm for potions at a glance. This was rare—it was too difficult to find a qualified Potions professor, and the entire castle would be blown up by those students if they were not careful.

Dumbledore had a headache and took out a honey candy from his pocket, unpacked it and put it in his mouth. The future potion level of British wizards could only rely on this promising young man in front of him.

He patted the young man on the back, "Let's go, my son. I have already written a draft in advance, you can take a look first, we can go through the details one by one."

Snape's shoulders trembled, and he really wanted to shout loudly at the old headmaster that he was not his child, but since the contract hadn't been signed, he held back.

So he followed the old principal to the principal's office.

Not long after Snape left, Harry, who was left alone, kicked off the quilt on him. He didn't wake up until he was so cold that he sneezed, and found that the pajamas on his body were almost taken off by himself. Naked, he immediately pulled it together, buttoned it back and looked around to find that Snape was not there.

"Oh." Harry knocked on his forehead and found that his head hurt badly.

It was only when he got out of bed that he saw the ball of quilt that fell on the floor, "Is my sleeping position so bad?" He muttered and walked towards the bathroom.

After washing up, he didn't even change his clothes. He went down the stairs with bare feet, and found that the living room was pitch black, and the curtains were drawn. It's noon.

And Snape wasn't there, where did he go——Harry knocked on his forehead again, only feeling light-headed, buzzing in his head, his body shook, fortunately he grabbed the back of the sofa so that he wouldn't fall down.

"Sneeze." Another loud sneeze.

Sniffing, Harry knew now that he should find a bottle of cold medicine.

He remembered that he had only received orders from St. Mungo's a few days ago. Although Severus said that he would not take orders in the future, he had nothing to do at home, and he could complete these orders by himself, and Snape could do them on the sidelines. Make time to mentor him while researching.

According to Snape's improved method, he brewed an additional bottle of special cold medicine, which has no pungent peppery taste, and just one sip can reduce the fever.

Harry pushed open the door of the research room, and casually picked up a bottle of potion on the cooking table. His head was as heavy as wearing a steel helmet, and he couldn't keep up his spirits. He felt a headache when he thought about it.

"It should be this bottle, I put it on the table." He muttered, the heat in his mouth was higher than before, his eyes were uncomfortably hot, so he took off his glasses, blinked vigorously but they were still hot and dry , he could only unscrew the bottle cap and take a sip.

But the taste of the entrance is sweet, like honey water.

The honey water was good too—his throat didn't hurt so much.

Harry patted his forehead. What he drank was cold potion, not honey water. He casually put the potion bottle on the table. He should look for another bottle—he walked crookedly towards the locker, only He took a step and fell down.

"It's so hot." Harry opened his mouth, and his whole body heated up quickly, the fever came too fast.

He unbuttoned it, took off his trousers in a daze, and fell down again when he became dizzy. He only had time to fetch water, but before it could be filled into the cup, it splashed on his body and drenched him completely.

His clothes were all sticky now, he had to strip himself naked, and his hair was drooping on his forehead, tangled into several little tangles, he opened his eyes in confusion, the low temperature water made him feel better, At least his eyes weren't so hot that he couldn't even open them, but without his glasses, he could only look at the blurry world in a daze, not to mention the dimly lit research room.

Another wave of heat knocked him down, Harry gasped, his breath was hot and stale, he stuck out his tongue uncomfortably, stuffed his fingers in his mouth, and too much saliva landed on his fingers.

"Severus." He said the name he needed impatiently.

Uncomfortably, he forced himself to stand up again, and the wetness on his body made him regain some sanity, enough for him to reach the single bed.