Trouble with hp love at first sight

B.60

"Severus." Harry stood at the stairs on the second floor, and happened to meet Snape who came out of the room. With a pale face like a reclusive vampire—the room belonged to their little girl 16 years ago.

"Are you rearranging the room?" he asked suddenly, for him only three days had passed, but for his Severus, the years had left marks on his face, 16 years, if they The little girl who has gone through these times, now she should be an adult and not a thirteen-month-old baby.

He found that he couldn't piece together the old bastard's life based on his memories of Snape from the past seven years, during which he didn't really get along with him, he didn't know him, he didn't even know him As of now, his understanding of Severus is still 16 years ago.

Perhaps with the addition of his prejudice and hatred for Snape in the past seven years, he is not surprised that Snape is fighting against him now. If he is facing the exact same face, he will not help it The resentment of being abandoned is vented on the owner of that face, even if they are not the same person.

And now he was Daniel, the source of Snape's deep hatred.

Thinking about it this way, Harry felt that he lacked confidence, so under the gaze of those black eyes, he squeezed out a sneer, and leaned forward cheekily.

"I remember that I didn't invite the great savior." Snape snorted coldly, and he walked towards the bedroom.

Letting the stern-faced Potter follow him, he came to his side and even grabbed his arm. — so close that Snape's shoulders twitched and he almost shook off the idiot with thicker skin than a troll.

It has been 16 years that no one has been so close to him face to face, and only Daniel can cross his safe distance and come to his side.Only he can make him let go of his vigilance, and it is he who makes him more wary of the world.

He loves and hates so much, he can't forgive such a person, otherwise how can he repay the loneliness he has suffered for so many years?

"Are you going to kick me out?" Harry followed Snape to the bedroom. The original double four-poster bed was replaced by the familiar single bed that he had only slept in a few times, and his little sweetheart Sitting on the bed, staring at the little Quidditch figure spinning in mid-air, with an innocent smile on that face, and with that curly black hair, he is simply an angel.

"You still keep it." He looked in surprise at the toys he bought for Alexis back then.

He thought that according to the old bastard's vengeful temperament, he had already lost everything that belonged to Daniel.

"You think I'll throw everything away, as if there was never such a person." Snape sneered, "If even this little thing that remains is lost, then I will suspect that something is wrong with my spirit, I fantasized about a damned Potter, after all, besides me, who can prove that he existed."

Only these things belonging to Daniel can truly prove that they really existed in the first place. He broke into his life, changed his life, and dug out his heart and his blood.

So he had to keep these things, as if he could still feel the breath of that person from these items—to remind him of this tragic experience of being deceived.

After hearing this, Harry remained silent, then suddenly grabbed Snape's collar forcefully, pulled him, and kissed his lips passionately.He licked the old bastard's teeth, and the kiss ended when Snape backed away.

He looked into those black eyes, "I'm sorry I didn't tell you the truth."

"What the hell do you want, Potter..." Snape remained indifferent, only his pale cheeks were slightly tinged with pink, and Harry happened to be reading Snape's expression A perfect score in this complex course.

"I want to take care of you." Harry followed immediately, grabbing Snape's hand and preventing the old bastard from backing away again.

He stared at him sincerely, "This is my responsibility, please don't deprive me of this responsibility, Severus."

He's talking about what's in their marriage contract, that he's willing to take care of him, live and die with him, whether it's that awkward young man 16 years ago, or now this morose old bastard who's been through 16 years without him.

His oath has always been the same, and it will never be changed.

"Your responsibility is not to mess with your professor." Snape looked at that face indifferently, his chest was full of anger, but at the same time there was an indescribable shyness, this shameless Potter It is true that any oath can be slipped out casually.

Perhaps he used these fine words to deceive his admirers.

"You weren't my professor when I was with you." Harry gritted his teeth.

At this moment, little Alexis, who had been neglected for a long time, began to cry again, calling her father intermittently.

The couple, who were still fighting each other, immediately entered the baby daddy state. One of them picked up the little girl, patted her on the back regularly, and the other started to hold the toy, and started to tease her skillfully, making her laugh.

Coaxing a child is a technical job, but after a long time, practice makes perfect, so the little girl who soon received the love of her fathers happily gave Snape who was holding her a resounding kiss heartlessly.

"She still recognizes you." Harry put down the panda toy in his hand, and he looked at Snape who was holding the little girl in surprise.

"If it wasn't for your good deeds, she would have already been taller than you." Snape taunted the height of the little bastard in front of him, just one sentence made Harry feel heartbroken and heartbroken, right in the middle of what he had been thinking about for a long time of vulnerability.

He summoned the prepared baby bottle, stuffed the nipple into the little girl's mouth, and walked out of the bedroom holding this hard-won treasure carefully.

Harry had to follow, and he followed Snape into the adjoining nursery, just as he had left it, as if the room had never changed, not even the three thick layers of carpet on the floor. .

"You didn't seal the room after I left, did you?" Harry pursed his lips. Seeing the familiar crib, he felt sour.

This was the first time since he came back that he clearly realized that he was really sorry for Severus, and he couldn't ask for his forgiveness with a fluffy sorry.

"You can't even take care of yourself, and you still want to take care of a child." Snape glanced at Harry coldly, and after seeing his downcast expression, he retracted the sarcasm he hadn't uttered.

Seeing that their little girl drank the milk with great effort, he pulled the corners of her mouth, took the bottle away, and gently placed her in the crib.

Harry opened his mouth, and suddenly he remembered the therapist's instructions—damn it, he came to supervise Snape to take his medicine on time, and he was led astray by this old bastard again.

"Speaking of taking care, Severus, have you taken today's medicine?" Harry said, seeing Snape fall silent, and they stared at each other.

Well, he knew that this old bastard hated taking medicine for more than ten years.

"You like potions so much, how can you hate taking them?" Harry complained, he found Snape's medicine, took it in his hand and walked towards the old bastard who was dragged over by him.

"Potter, put down the medicine bottle, you can go." Sitting on the chair, Snape folded his arms and stared at the little bastard who was walking towards him and the medicine bottle in his hand, with a look that he didn't want to talk to him at all. The way he speaks.

"Do you really want to drive me away, Severus?" Harry unscrewed the potion bottle, he tilted his head back and took a sip of the potion, then reached out and grabbed Snape's collar, sitting on him with his legs apart. on the legs.

"Potter!" Due to the pain in his throat, Snape's anger could only be hissed, like a snake warning the enemy.

Harry stared at the face upturned towards him, he grinned, lowered his head and kissed him, passing the potion in his mouth by the way.

Look, no matter how much the awkward old bat doesn't like to take medicine, he still obediently drank the medicine.

"My professor, are you still satisfied with my service?" Harry panted, while he backed away, there was an ever-elongating transparent thread on his lips connected to those thin lips.

Snape didn't speak, he just stroked the crooked Potter's back, and then squeezed the particularly easy-to-pinch ass urgently.

So he got another kiss full of bitter potions, and I have to say, he almost forgot that Potter was the best at turning into a slimy monster that couldn't be shaken off.