Trouble with hp love at first sight

"Do you want to stay?" Snape put the corrected homework into a drawer after sorting it out. He looked at Daniel who was sitting across from his desk and reading a book of adventure travel.

"Why not? I haven't really slept in the headmaster's dormitory at Hogwarts. Isn't the bed soft?" Harry expressed his curiosity to Snape.

He hadn't entered that old bastard's dormitory, but he could have entered Severus's, oh, everything about this young man was his, and his dormitory was naturally his as well.

He could even turn the dark green bed, which might have been Slytherin, into red gold, and Snape could sleep on the Gryffindor bed with his eyes closed even if his eyes hurt.

Like now, he changed the carpet in Snape's office to wine red, and the cellar suddenly became full of life, which he thought was great.

Snape's skin was already too pale, if there were more warm-toned things around him, then he wouldn't always give people the indifference of being thousands of miles away, and he would have a little human touch.

"You can only sleep in the Slytherin head's dormitory." Snape said, he got up and walked towards this impulsive young man who always thought of something and had to do it.

Only he can satisfy Potter's delusions all day long. He really doesn't know what this little head is thinking all day long.

"There is only one choice, don't be too greedy, and don't try to turn my bedroom into a Gryffindor bedroom, it's impossible." He warned the little bastard who was born to be a Gryffindor and used to torture people .

"Oh, Severus, you really don't understand me, did I turn your bed red and gold?" Harry puffed up, he didn't touch Snape's bedroom.

But from Snape's words, it seems that turning the bed into golden red would be quite nice.

"But you're right, I really want wine-red bedding." Harry held his chin, thinking about the set of bedding he saw when he was shopping, which was very in line with Gryffindor's aesthetics, and definitely very helpful Sweet dreams.

"Don't try to turn my bed red." Snape looked at Harry patiently, and suddenly picked him up. After hard feeding during this period, Potter was a little fatter than before. , but still thin.

Snape put his hand on the young man who started to yell and move, he patted his wobbly waist, and changed to hugging him horizontally.

"Hey! Put me down! Snotty, do you hear me!" Harry yelled, he raised his body and pinched Snape's ear, but he was still carried into the bedroom by him and placed on the black velvet bed. On the four-poster bed with bed nets, there are dark green sheets with intricate gold thread patterns underneath, brand new without a single wrinkle.Until he sat on the bed, leaving one mark after another.

"You're in the head of Slytherin's bed now, Potter." Snape looked at the boy he had put on the bed, and he bent down and whispered in his ear, his lips against the pinna, following him The opening and closing of her lips touched the round ears from time to time.

"No, it's almost - a Slytherin head is missing." Harry said slowly, and suddenly grabbed Snape's arm and dragged him down on the bed. On both sides, they looked down at the young man lying on the bed.

The jet-black Snape really matched the dark green sheets.

The corners of Harry's mouth curled up. "Don't you think it's like a wedding night?"

"Are you complaining that I owe you a wedding night?" Snape also loosened his brows easily, and was brought a sense of humor by this Potter who was good at activating the atmosphere, instead of being stern and ignorant all day long. joy of life.

"No." Harry drew out his voice, a smile spread across his mouth, and then he smacked those lips and could taste - well, orange juice.

He had just drank a glass of orange juice, and the slug had fed him exactly according to the therapist's nutritional recipes. He thought it would be impossible for him to eat grilled lamb chops with a cup of hot cocoa or pumpkin juice for every meal.

After they touched it, it was as if they had been cast with a sticky spell, and they couldn't be separated. Harry made a snorting sound, which could not be the same as ushering wolves into the house.

"Phew." Harry gasped, turned his head and lay on Snape's body, glaring at the bastard, "Don't move."

Snape frowned, and then he watched as Potter began to change his clothes like an attentive waiter.

Harry's eyes wandered, "I think you are quite suitable..."

"For what?" Snape asked softly, with the danger Harry had experienced in his voice.

"I like to kiss you." Harry blinked, shamelessly saying yes.

"What the hell are you trying to do?" Snape hoarsely interrupted what seemed to him a joke with a frown.

If Daniel wants to joke with him, he can take it without a temper, but not in a deeper way, and certain behaviors are absolutely forbidden by his big boy now.

"I said I wanted to kiss you." Harry said bluntly, taking off his glasses and looking at Snape with those clear eyes full of love.

"No!" Snape raised his hand, wanting to pull the young man up, but saw his Potter lowered his head, and he was kissing——Potter was indeed born a devil!He is luring him to hell!

"Damn it, you can't!" Snape hissed.

"I can." Harry was stubborn and stubborn, making one want to bang his head to see what he was thinking all day.

"You're really—" Snape's throat rolled, and he didn't go on, his eyes fixed on his Potter, his hands grasping the messy black hair.

"I'm not going to satisfy you," he said.

But for the sake of Potter trying so hard to please him - and Snape looked at the flat belly in awe again - he could only shut Potter up with his mouth.

"Oh, the bed is more comfortable than I thought." Harry sighed as he nuzzled the head Slytherin's pillow, before rolling back into Snape's arms.

After a night, this bed was much better in Harry's mind than the one in their bedroom, at least it didn't creak or wake up with a sore neck.

"But I still want the burgundy sheets," Harry muttered into Snape's arms.

"No." Snape refused, and he pulled the little bastard out of his arms and threw off the covers and got out of bed.Even if it's Saturday - he still has a lot of work to do, such as giving the Slytherin team permission to use the Quidditch pitch, and then the sixth grade students will have to go into his office one by one to make career plans.

Great idea Dumbledore!The work of the dean is no easier than that of the professor. He is bound to this group of platypus who are completely careless from the first to the seventh grade.

"Well, that's great! I'm the only one who enjoys such a comfortable bed." Harry hugged his pillow comfortably, lying on the big bed of the Slytherin head he missed.

Snape, who was floating on the ground with his clothes unfolded, patted the slob's butt. Harry looked back angrily, and was attracted by this sexy young man with hickey marks on his chest.

"You really fit." Harry pouted, he stared at it for a while until the sexy waist was gradually covered by the shirt, even if the snotlite was wearing clothes, it was very attractive.

He also lifted the quilt and got out of bed. Sleeping in alone on the bed is not as interesting as having breakfast with the snotling. Besides, he can come back to sleep after breakfast.

The time of two people always passes faster than when they are single. Before Halloween, a persistent young professor who insisted on lying on Daniel's stomach every day finally heard his long-awaited fetal heartbeat. He gave treatment excitedly. The teacher wrote a letter, and went to Pomfrey to ask a bunch of questions, and went to the auditorium the next morning. When he met Dumbledore, he inadvertently showed off this surprise, which was enough for the old headmaster to look enviously. After looking at him, he went back to the cellar contentedly.

Fortunately, the shrewd head of Slytherin was only too excited for twelve hours.

However, this joy was completely torn apart when he saw the front page headline of the Daily Prophet on Halloween morning, Snape's heart seemed to have sunk into the icy Arctic Ocean, and soon the entire wizarding world would know the news.

The child born at the end of November was never born, and died together with the mother in the attack of the Death Eaters.

Finally, the Dark Lord changed his approach, just like Snape thought the worst thing, the impatient devil finally chose the simple and rude method of elimination-whether it was the end of November or the end of March, as long as those children could not be born , so where will there be the child in the prophecy?

In the end, what was left was either the Son of Prophecy who would never die, or the choice between the Son of Potter and the Son of Longbottom who were born at the end of July. What a simple multiple choice question.