Trouble with hp love at first sight

"I still don't think we should sleep together."

Sitting at the dinner table at night, Harry told Snape that he was putting the pot of stew on the table, scooping food from it and putting it on his own plate.

"I don't have an extra room here." Snape said calmly, frowning.

A tone that this matter is not negotiable.

Harry took a deep breath, and he floated the baked bread over. The bread was sliced ​​and brushed with garlic sauce and butter. After being toasted, it was particularly fragrant and tangy, which greatly increased the appetite.

"There is a small room on the second floor. I saw it. Although it is used as a utility room, there is nothing in it." He paused, "It happens that your research room has a bed, and you don't need it now..." So why not let him use it?

Snape interrupted Harry with a bad face, "What gave you the illusion that I let you use the items in my house as you like, I hope your head can remember that this is my home, and you are asking me to give it to you. You provide lodging, not me serving you."

"Ah," Harry was stunned for a moment, then he looked at Snape and suddenly smiled, "You're right."

What was he doing—he wouldn't ask so much from that old bastard.

And now he is not friends with Severus, not even acquaintance, but slightly better than strangers, the relationship between them is employment, he forced Severus to help him, when he clearly knew that Severus Nep was not a helpful person.

Snape noticed Harry's dismay and moved his lips, but it was in his shameful interest to keep Daniel, even though he knew it shouldn't happen, from his spur of the moment to invite the troublemaker. Everything went out of his control when he entered his home.

What made Daniel feel that he could call the shots in this room—as expected, he was still too soft-hearted.

To be kind to others is to be cruel to yourself.

"You can have a quilt." He brought the dinner plate in front of him, picked up a piece of bread, broke it and dipped it in the stew juice and ate it.

Harry was content now.

It is also good to have a quilt, and he can have a bed of his own in the future.

After returning to the bedroom, Snape directed Harry to make the bed with a dark face, and he remembered the benefits he had missed. Originally, he could gain more tonight, to practice the knowledge he read in the book, but now this The bastard was happy, he spread his bed while humming a song, and gained a short period of freedom.

There was no dream that night. Although they slept on the same bed, the quilt alone was not as warm as two people sleeping together.

In the following time, Harry quickly devoted all his attention to helping Snape's work, handling a large number of potion materials under Snape's guidance, although he was sprayed with no fighting spirit every day, But Harry's really used to it - it's better than confinement, at least this Severus doesn't mock his character and his friends, and sometimes he gets a kiss, all by himself of course s hard work.

And Snape was able to complete these orders quickly, so that he was able to take additional orders. This is not an order of St. Mungo's who has a large quantity and a small price. The rest of the cold potion was handed over to Harry to finish.

He really thought it was a bit like Potions, but—if only Snape taught him the same way.

Harry bottled the finished cold potion and handed it to Snape for inspection, his heart suddenly became uneasy, as if he was back in Potions class, and he was waiting for Snape to give him a mark.

"Barely qualified." Snape squinted his eyes and stared at the potion in the bottle, facing the light. He shook the bottle, as if checking the viscousness of the potion in the bottle. He unscrewed the cap and sniffed it carefully, pondering Rating is given.

He put all the potions into the potion box, and prepared to send them to St. Mungo after the order was completed.

"Can't you say something nice?" Harry muttered, "It took me a long time to finish it, too."

Snape glanced at Harry, who was about to say something harsh, but stopped, and reached out and stroked the soft, resilient black hair as if the curls were kissing his fingers.

He loved the feel of the hair, as if he could touch Daniel's soft heart.

"You haven't done enough. Potion is a fine art. It's far from as simple as you imagined. Otherwise, the potion master wouldn't be so rare—it's not something you can do by making a good potion according to the recipe." Yes, to complete a bottle of potion, the ingredients and formula are exactly the same, and any slight change will cause a difference, and this difference is the gap between the layman and the potion expert."

"What you do may be praised by the old chameleon in Slughorn at Hogwarts and get an O, but in the eyes of those tricky potions dealers in the market, this is the most common apprenticeship."

It was the first time Harry said this from Snape, and he also understood the gap between a potions master and a pharmacist, and his level of Hogwarts potions class hadn't even completed NEWTs, so of course he couldn't become a potion master. A pharmacist's.

"You are really good." He said sincerely.

The corners of Snape's mouth curled up, and he bowed his head to take his reward.

Now the St. Mungo's order is complete and that extra order is ready for delivery.

He counted all the medicines, and after confirming that they were correct, he shrunk them down and stuffed them into a cowhide box.

"Going out for a walk?" Snape looked at Harry questioningly.

"Oh, of course! I can get paid, I just want to buy something - I can't wear your clothes all the time." Harry said excitedly, comparing his cuffs, Severus compared his Much taller, so his size was larger than his, he could only roll up the sleeves and hems, and of course he hoped to be able to fit himself.

It's as if he's not somebody's property, he's unique, a free being of his own.

Of course he can meet this small request, so Snape, who finalized the purchase plan, took the packed cowhide box full of potions, and led Daniel to the fireplace in the living room. He carefully grabbed a handful of Floo powder , and read St. Mungo's.

Harry was bored watching how Snape handed over the potions he had completed. Together with the healer who was in contact with him, he counted the potions in the order, checked each bottle and put a label on it.

Unlike what he imagined, it will take a lot of time.

And there was nothing for him here, so Harry impatiently walked out the door, preparing to go to the common room on the other side of the corridor to get himself a glass of water.

As he was walking there, he stopped suddenly, and walking cautiously back, hiding himself in the shadows, he saw people coming down the stairs—a young couple, a dark-haired husband And the red-haired wife, they stared at each other, only had each other in their eyes, and this young man put his hand on his wife's stomach.

It's James and Lily.

They are so wonderful.

Harry only felt that his eyes were moist, and he turned his back and walked towards the way he came.

"Are you lost?" Snape looked at Harry, who came out with his arms folded and now turned back so that he bumped into him.

He noticed that the corners of Harry's eyes were red.

"No." Harry shook his head, he paused, "I saw James and Lily."

Maybe Snape would, they were both at St. Mungo's now, after all.But after Harry finished speaking, he felt that he had talked too much, and they would not meet unless—he told Snape.

"He bullied you," snorted Snape, striding in the direction Harry had come from.

"No! They didn't see me at all!" Don't confront James, you'll be exposed!

Harry tugged on Snape's arm.

Snape examined Harry's face and found that there was no sign of dodging on his face, so he gave up his thoughts.

But he added another serious one to James' guilt.

"Come to St. Mungo's at this hour." Snape snorted coldly, almost saying something was wrong with James Potter.

"Lily's pregnant," Harry said firmly.

Snape looked at Harry, "Oh? Would love to hear more about it."

Harry said bravely, "I saw James stroking Lily's belly, and they were smiling happily."

"Isn't this just pregnancy? They've been married for a while." He was very straightforward.

"Tsk, what luck." Snape clicked without envy.

He's staring at the little bastard he's got, he's too clueless to know it, and he's looking stupid with no thought—and needs sex.

He still has a chance to surpass James, he will gain fame, status and wealth, as well as his love, have a happy family, everything will be much better than that Pote.

In terms of children, he will not lose!

Snape took this to heart again, and he had more things to work on.

"Don't you still think about going to express your blessing?" Snape looked at Harry who was standing there.

"Has it been done?" Harry grabbed Snape's arm and found him walking towards the fireplace.

Immediately, seeing James and Lily was left behind by him, after leaving St. Mungo's, it was time to go to Knockturn Alley to deliver another order, and then they could buy daily necessities in Diagon Alley!

"I made a list." Harry took out a long note from his pocket, with words written all over it.

"The milk and eggs are all used up, and I need to buy more meat - I'm still growing!" Harry expressed his dissatisfaction with the vegetarian life, but Snape was really nice to him, and he There was bacon, and Snape's own portion consisted of eggs.

"Galleons are needed for all of this." Snape glanced at Harry, "but the good news is that we don't lack these now."

Having just sold that expensive bottle of beauty potion and made a large sum of Galleons, he was still happy to satisfy Daniel's little appetite.

"You should pay me, boss." Harry made a face at Snape, who stuck out his tongue.

They pass by the ice cream parlor, which is now selling chocolate lava ice cream in season - and it tastes hot!

Harry licked his lips, he loved chocolate.

"Give me one." Snape glanced at Harry and stepped forward to buy an ice cream.

He handed it to Harry, and although the chocolate on top was hot, it was still an ice cream, and the milk ice cream under the lava chocolate was still cold.

"It's a good experience to drink the medicine after you have a fever," said Snape. "I have every reason to suspect that you want to try the potion you brewed yourself."

"No, I'm in good health, it was an accident!" Harry puffed his face, he licked the chocolate on the ice cream, oh, there was a whole hazelnut on it.

Harry bit the hazelnut, he pulled Snape's collar to make him bow his head, so the hazelnut was finally tasted by Snape.

"This shop should really have you as its spokesperson, look at the chocolate stains on your face." Snape stared at the chocolate-smeared lips, which he helped the impudent Potter clean up himself.

They continued walking down the street, completing the purchase order.

Soon, there were big and small bags, and they held these necessities of life separately and held hands together.

In the end the ice cream was shared by Snape, and at this time it started to snow, and the pedestrians on Diagon Alley became less and less.

Harry pulled his hood up, and he added some touches to his face before going into the tailor - he still thought wizarding clothes were too expensive.

"Do you still want to go to the Muggle world to buy clothes?" Snape had a cold face. He hated Muggles, and he wouldn't even touch Muggle food.

"No, I was thinking maybe I should learn weaving magic." Harry frowned, the prices at this time might be more expensive in the Muggle world.

Oh, let him think about it from his own side, there is nothing wrong with learning more.

Snape only held Harry's hand tightly, he now felt that this young man was very soft, like a delicate flower, stuck in his heart, maybe he could still have a little bit of memory for the casual encounter expect.

Don't disappoint him, Potter.

"Oh, the day after tomorrow is your birthday." Harry suddenly remembered this, "I prepared a present for you."

Snape scowled, he couldn't remember the day at all.

"How do you know?"—not to mention James Potter again.

"It's James, he's very talkative and troublesome, he talks about everything." Harry immediately blamed James.

Snape wasn't going to confront James anyway, so what a good excuse, he should use it more!