Trouble with hp love at first sight

Harry touched his hair, and it was really just a little cut short, and he might still have to cut it in two months.

"Didn't you say to make French onion soup?" Harry looked at the onion soup in front of him. He fished out only a small piece of meat, probably not left over from making pasta.

"What's the matter with this onion soup?" Even if he likes onions, he wouldn't drink this kind of onion soup without beef! It's pure onion puree!Where is his soup?Where is the beef in his soup?

"This is indeed onion soup." Snape said without changing his expression, "Didn't you say you like onions?" So he accidentally put in too much. Pregnant women should eat more vegetables, and onions are very beneficial to the body , therapists recommend eating more.

"Won't you try spaghetti bolognese?"

Harry looked at the tomato and onion noodles again, "I'm afraid I'll turn into an onion elf after eating it."

Snape coughed, he stopped the corners of his mouth that could not help but look up, and stared at the young man sitting across from him who was hesitantly picking up a fork to eat pasta, he was so cute all the time.

How could there be such a lovely person in this world that melted his hard heart?And it's the Potter he hates the most—no, Daniel is unique, he brings warm meaning to that loathsome last name.

Even though Harry complained in every possible way, he still ate the meal, he belched full of onions, after all, it was a dish that Snape personally cooked for him, it was completely different from the vegetable salads before— Well, he knew that Snape was also putting a lot of effort into making the salad, trying to get him to eat it.

"When you stand on the podium, do you feel timid or think about messing up?" Harry suddenly remembered the lesson plan prepared by Snape. He didn't even know how far this guy had gone. Too many things happen in time.

He should have cared more about Severus.

"You know what Slughorn's teaching secret is?" Snape chuckled.

"What is it?" Harry asked following Snape's words.

"He treats the students as well-behaved goats who can't answer. He prepares questions in advance, and only chooses those who can answer well, and then gets into the topic. After this process, he himself will set off the atmosphere again, so his courses Very popular with some people," said Snape.

The class was totally an endorsement class for the shitty club the old chameleon was promoting him to.

Harry remembered Slughorn's class, and it was true.Thinking of the compliments that didn't belong to him, Harry knew they were all due to the snotlite in front of him who might have nicknamed him.Slughorn really likes to find students from good family backgrounds or exceptionally talented potential.

"Why don't we rehearse first, anyway, there is half a month before school starts, so we can practice more." Harry suddenly remembered that he had nothing to do at home, so he might as well practice with Snape in class.

"Have all the materials for the start of school been prepared? If there are materials that need to be processed, I can also help - if I don't find anything else, I will really turn into moss in the corner of the wall." Harry stretched his arms, and his joints groaned for a long time. There is no creaking sound of movement.

"Rehearsal?" Snape repeated the word.

"Yeah." Harry pushed Snape's back, "Wait, I'll set things up first—maybe we can sneak into Hogwarts, in the Potions room, and that would be more realistic." But definitely Pick a time when Dumbledore isn't around.

"No, you can just sit on the sofa and you don't have to do anything." Snape pressed Daniel's shoulder with his backhand and told him to sit down.

Now he couldn't see this ADHD child disposing of ingredients with a knife or brewing potions, and his heart couldn't help but jump out of his chest.

"Are you going to start now?" Harry blinked, and he looked through the glasses at the young man who was clenching his fist and clearing his throat. He was so lively and imperceptible—but he really felt— shy.

He loved the real Severus.Unlike the Snape in his impression who always hid in the shadows and refused to reveal his real side, and didn't want anyone to approach him to understand him, this person belonged to him.

His breath, his soul, and now every subtle expression on his face, the corners of his mouth pursed and the stars hidden in his eyes, all belong to him.

In the magical sense, or in the legal sense, when all constraints are not established, this person still belongs to him.

The person he is looking at now is only him.

"Why not?" Snape asked back, "This is what you asked for, so you should be ready, anytime, anywhere, to match your words with your deeds, you are a fully capable adult."

"You are here to learn the precise science and rigorous craftsmanship of this subject." Snape suddenly straightened his face, and he resumed his usual expressionless face, as if he was facing a bunch of different specifications and calibers. A talking potion bottle.

Harry recognized the expression, Snape would stare at his delicate vessels like this before making the potion, in fact he didn't think about anything at that time - he was used to clearing his mind before making the potion, and he didn't want to immerse himself in the potion. Preparations in progress.

"No more?" Harry waited for a long time without waiting for the next sentence, only to see Snape took out the prepared lesson plan from his briefcase.

"Then turn the book to page ten." Snape's voice became dry and uninteresting.

"Shouldn't you say more?" Harry said dissatisfiedly, "Are you going to start teaching directly? Just get straight to the point so boring?"

"Students would be bored like that, you're taking your first lesson! Help those kids get into Potions class, and think of me as your student - I'm your first student, oh - and this. "Harry patted his belly, "Take this opportunity as prenatal education."

"You really think about those chattering platypus." Snape closed the lesson plan with a blank expression.

Potter was always asking too much, but he was right.

"Then let me ask you a few questions. You must have a unique opinion on potions, Mr. Potter." He narrowed his eyes, and his voice became soft, as if whispering.

If it was before, he would definitely be so excited to jump up and slap Snape fiercely, but he was used to it, and even felt his ears warm.

Damn, this is the result of eating too much snotty saliva!Harry squeezed his ear, blushing and glaring at Snape.

"What will I get if I add daffodil root powder to wormwood infusion?" Snape admired the magnificent red on Daniel's face, and couldn't help itching, his fingers unconsciously rubbing, betraying his heart.

The question - "What if I say I don't know, Professor?" Harry grinned mischievously.

"So if I asked you to find me a piece of bezoar, where would you find it?" Snape asked another question.

"I don't know." Harry said indifferently, covering up the extremely complicated emotions in his heart.

Same problem, completely different scenario.

He knew how to deal with Snape, and even ordered him to cook for him. Even the housework was done by this young man without complaint.

The targeted scene in memory seems to be something that happened in another world.

"What's the difference between the boat-shaped aconitum and the wolfsbane aconitum?" Snape's face darkened, "These questions are all given points, don't tell me you don't even know this..."

"I don't know." Harry shrugged, "Why didn't you ask someone else?"

"You will be punished for lying." Snape sneered, "preparation is a student's duty, and the book "A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Fungi" has been with you for a long time, my Mr. Potter .”

"Severus, you should be more serious, my stomach hurts from laughing." Harry grinned and collapsed on the sofa covering his stomach and laughing.

"Next time." Snape said, hearing the stomach ache made him nervous for a moment, but it was obvious that Potter was teasing him, "Then Gryffindor will deduct 10 points." He stepped forward and patted A certain young man who was smiling facelessly told him to sit down obediently.

"Hey, I didn't even enter Hogwarts!" Harry yelled in dissatisfaction after sitting upright again, why should points be deducted at home?

"In my opinion, you are a Gryffindor through and through." Snape folded his hands on his chest, "Of course you will be punished if you can't answer the questions, point deductions and confinement."

"You still want confinement." Harry pointed to himself incredulously, "For me?"

"Of course, I have that right, don't I?" Snape smiled hypocritically.

"Okay, let's go on, hurry up and finish the rehearsal, and skip the potion making link—by the way, you should pay more attention to those students, some people don't remember to read the textbook, maybe they will do things that they forgot to do. Putting the porcupine quills right in the pot when it's taken away," said Harry seriously.

"I know." Snape nodded.

It happened every year, and I still remember Peter Pedro's scabbed face—why didn't Wormtail pour the potion over the head of that stupid dog and stupid deer?

The rehearsal after that was quite quick, and Harry asked Snape to continue rehearsing for the next potions class.

"Okay, you've already deducted 45 points, and you've accumulated two bouts of confinement, my Mr. Potter." Snape took the lesson plan and patted the ass of Potter, who had been pretending to be stupid.

"You're serious." Harry complained. He covered his buttocks, and then grunted, with a hesitant and shy look, "The therapist said it won't work for the first three months."

But his eyes were looking very openly between his Potions Master's legs, and he did think a little bit about it - he was, after all, a fine young man on the tail end of his tumultuous puberty.

"What are you thinking?" Snape snorted.

"Aren't you looking for something to do? I think you can practice handwriting - for example, copying "A Thousand Miraculous Herbs and Fungi", after all, you are so unfamiliar with it." Snape embraced his good at The cranky Potter, biting his restless ear, confided in his ear the contents of his confinement.

"Snotty, you've been addicted before you became a professor, right?" Harry covered his ears and yelled, "You're definitely domestic violence, it's been a while since you despised me!"

This bastard actually disliked his ugly handwriting!