Trouble with hp love at first sight

"Don't you want to?" Snape looked from Harry's biting lip to his neck and down, even though the gaze was so calm and non-aggressive, Harry still felt mentally licked lick.

Harry felt a sudden thirst, and he immediately got himself a cup of tea, which he drank, but it still didn't quench his thirst.

Merlin, if he could fool himself—then he wouldn't.

But he was so good at fooling himself that he couldn't fool the bastard on the other side, especially - Harry looked back in the same direction, looking so eagerly at the face piercing his heart, and his sexy jawline, and his Adam's apple, If goddamn he hadn't buttoned them all up, he - would have snapped Snape naked right now.

Yes, he is very willing.

And this bastard is exactly what he wants.

He took another sip of the water in the glass, and the cheapest black tea was brewed with only bitterness and astringency, which just eased his urge to be easily provoked in adolescence, especially now that he finally killed Voldemort and could finally think about it—oh Of course, Voldemort is still alive now, and the object of love at first sight opposite him is still a Death Eater.

This is definitely the low point of his life!

"Let's sign an employment contract. I definitely can't live for free." Harry said through gritted teeth.

Damn it, look how hard he was about to graduate from Hogwarts, but ended up going from Snape to Snape, even relying on the old bat for his food, clothing and shelter!This day is getting more and more bleak the more I think about it!

"Where is there anything free in this world?" Snape sneered.

"Free things are often the most expensive." Harry sullenly said, "I know. You eat first, and I'll take a look at the contract. Don't try to fool me while I'm still dizzy." He endured I couldn't help adding another sentence.

Had he been tricked by Snape less often?He was deceived until the end - Harry couldn't help but think of Snape lying in St. Mungo's again, but he still couldn't match that bloodless face with the man in front of him.

Snape was so pitiful, he was the only one who cared about his life from beginning to end, he didn't even have a friend in this world.

"What's the matter with you?" Snape asked aloud, picking up the oatmeal bowl and spoon in front of him.

"We might be friends - but you can't lie to me!" said Harry, turning to stare at Snape sternly, as if the bastard would tear him apart if he lied to him.

Snape lowered his head and pursed his lips. He couldn't help but smile, but he just spooned the thick oatmeal in the bowl.

Which pair of friends will have sex?Potter's thoughts are really pure and simple, just like the lights in winter, he should be the brightest six-pointed star on the Christmas tree.

Now he belongs only to him, shining in his home, his little star.

It can be seen from the taste that Daniel is an expert in the kitchen, and his cooking is better than his cooking, so he also lived alone? ——No, he said that he was with his teacher, so he was taking care of his teacher so he was so proficient in cooking.

Snape just flashed these thoughts in his mind, he took out a piece of parchment, and wrote an employment contract on the parchment with only a slight draft, although in his opinion it had nothing to do with waste paper the difference.

"What do you think?" Snape handed the signed contract to Harry.

Harry, who had never seen the contract and had no work experience, felt overwhelmed after accepting the contract.

Are these terms required for a contract?

He jumped to see the place related to his work, that's right - it was about him assisting Snape's work, helping him with those orders every day, he had to obey Snape's arrangement, he couldn't ask questions, he couldn't refuse.

He gets 30% of the profits from each order he completes, which goes towards his living expenses at Snape's house.

It seemed that Snape had been kind to him.

Harry was very surprised by his salary. "I thought I would be pretty good if I got 20%. My potions are pretty bad."

He remembered how Snape had graded him, and all the sarcasm he'd given him in class, which had cost him just an E in the OWLs.

"You didn't study at Hogwarts, so how do you know your potions are bad?" Snape asked.

Harry really couldn't say he was studying at Hogwarts, and he was going to be living with Snape's house, and he couldn't be someone rich enough to study abroad.

"My teacher was a Potions master." Harry took a deep breath and decided to push the blame back on Snape.

Anyway, Snape couldn't have crossed time to confront him here - he couldn't even appear in front of this young Snape!

Oh, if he could actually get out of bed and come after him angrily, then he wouldn't have to stay here.

Harry couldn't help laughing at his own thoughts, it was a very complicated smile, the superficial joy was wrapped in a thick and indelible sadness.

He is really worried about his teacher.

"So I'm lucky enough to know who he is?" Snape asked, quickly running through all the potions masters he knew.

Anyone who can become Daniel's teacher must be much older than him—not necessarily, maybe he is about the same age as Harry, and they even live together, and Daniel will cook for him.

Snape thought and thought about the youngest Potions Master at the moment - an American who became a Potions Master at the age of 28, 10 years ago, and he stayed in the United States well.

It has been five years since the UK has produced a Potions Master. The last time the British won this title, he is now over 50 years old, married and had children a long time ago!

So which little-known master of potions is Daniel's teacher?

"You definitely don't know him! He is withdrawn, alone, has no friends and no one will like him, has a weird and bad temper, has a black face all day long, as if others owe him Galleons, and is always sarcastic Me." The more Harry spoke, the angrier he became, he almost vomited out all the anger he had received from Snape in those years, but——he paired those similar black eyes, as if looking at him quietly With his performance, he couldn't breathe out that anger.

"You don't have to know him anyway," said Harry, firmly. "You're not going to like him."

"But you like him." Snape seized on the language loophole.

Harry didn't answer that, but instead, his voice dropped, "He's been protecting me, and I owe him so much."

"I regret that I treated him wrong before. I should pay more attention to those details, so I can make it up..." Harry couldn't continue, he knew it was too late to say anything now.

Snape, 38, is still in St Mungo's hospital bed, and now he is with Snape, 1979, in 19.

"Anyway he'll be fine." Harry gave a bright smile.

Snape bowed his head, his half-length hair falling over his eyes.

Wasn't it necessary for him to know him since his teacher would be fine?

Then Daniel only has him and his teacher in his future, all he wants is to find a potion master to make a bottle of life-saving potion, so he, who is very likely to become a potion master, becomes the only one that Daniel can catch. It was a straw.

This—he would let Daniel know that nothing he thought would come true.There was never just the right opportunity waiting for him in this world, he could only get one, a potion master, no second.

Harry took another look at the contract, and finally he signed his own name—Daniel Potter.

He double-checked that he didn't misspell the name.

Snape accepted the contract. He glanced at the crooked handwriting, which looked like it had been written by someone without a school education.

"How old are you?" he asked.

He should have asked before last night, but Daniel looked his age.

"18 years old." Harry was stunned for a moment. He hesitated and still didn't say that it was still two months away. Anyway, it was already Christmas, so let's just pretend it was over.

"What about you?" He asked the same question.

Snape signed his name on the contract with the same sharp handwriting as his own.

"Nineteen," he said.

fraud!He's almost 20 years old!

Harry, who knew the old bastard's birthday, couldn't help but slander.

He went to Hogwarts to take out Snape's file, of course, to keep his position as headmaster, and Professor McGonagall didn't make any sense about it—she is now acting headmaster, just waiting for Snape Poe went back and took over rebuilding Hogwarts, and it might have helped the whole battered house significantly when they had a Slytherin headmaster.

Hogwarts has four colleges, which is their pride, and they have never given up on that dark green, even if that college gave them a heavy blow during the war, the entire sky almost turned black.

But they survived, so the students who made mistakes should be treated equally.It wasn't the kids who were wrong, it was the deep-seated prejudice that divided the school.

Harry believes that if Snape returns to Hogwarts, everything will be fine, after all, there is no one who can represent justice and love his college more than a hero like Snape.

"Then, the contract will take effect from now on." Snape waved his wand, and the contract spontaneously ignited, turning into golden ashes and disappearing into the air.

"You don't have a job today. According to the contract, you will deduct one day's wages, and your food, clothes, and used potions will all be counted as living expenses that need to be paid." Snape looked at the stunned Harry.

"Wait, why do you still have to deduct money?" Harry looked at Snape in shock, who finally showed a serious attitude towards his interests, like a snake opening its bloody mouth towards him.

"Did you pretend to read the contract just now? Tsk, I really don't know that there are people who sign documents with magical effects without even reading them. This is really a waste." Snape said regretfully, he was considerate of Harry. Shan stupidly explained, "You should work every day, starting from the moment you sign this employment contract." A hypocritical smirk hung on his face business-like.

So proud because he saw a stupid Potter being stupid.

Sure enough, this guy is a complete jerk!

"I'll pay you back," Harry gritted his teeth, "pay it back now!"

However, before Harry could think about how to get revenge on Snape, he was entangled by the disease, and he almost collapsed with diarrhea. Before he could recover, the high fever surged again.

By the time he lay on the bed, he was in a coma, clutching only Snape's sleeve.

"Don't, don't leave me." He said dazedly, his voice was as thin as a plant that had been wilted by the rainstorm.

"Severus." He called his name without shame, as if none of the plausible words that drew the line before came from him.

So sure enough Daniel liked him.

Snape withdrew his sleeve from that hand, and he stroked the wet brow so hot that he immediately placed the freshly wrung towel on Harry's head.

He gave Harry a drink of the fever-reducing medicine, then took the wrist so he could wrap it around with one hand.

His body is too weak, and his arms are so thin, they are really easy to break.

Snape stroked the wrist, then tucked it back under the quilt, then turned and left for the study.

He looked for the gift that the store gave him when he bought the formula books for making those fun potions, and then opened it, found the precautions and began to read. It was not until he saw the importance of cleaning up afterward that he realized that the fault was due to him. Instead of Daniel, who was so dizzy with fever that he could only lie there and fall asleep in a daze.

This idiot is actually uncomfortable and doesn't know how to yell, isn't he reliable enough to be trusted by him?

Of course, who trusts someone they meet for the first time?Snape asked himself that he hadn't given enough credit.So he didn't take care of that idiot.