Trouble with hp love at first sight

B.83

As Snape didn't speak, the silence began to spread, Harry felt the embarrassment he hadn't seen for a long time, and the words stopped at his faults, maybe Snape just kept accommodating him because of his love for Daniel.Although he was Daniel, for Snape the two had been separated for a long time.

Perhaps—maybe because so many years have passed, that feeling has long been turned into obsession while waiting, and when the obsession becomes true, will Snape realize what he is waiting for after those bubbles are blown away by the wind of reality? Not what he wanted?

It was hard for Harry not to think that, after all, this was Snape, the man who knew his flaws best in the world, and his entire adolescence was exposed under the eyes of his former professor, who knew Harry best. All kinds of stupid things that the naive and reckless boy under Potter's aura did, and then caused all the people he cherished to leave him.

And now maybe he was going to lose Severus, maybe it wasn't so bad - say something, say something.

Just as Harry's irritability started to creep in, Snape stood up, and he picked up their little girl who ate and fell asleep in his arms.

"She'll freeze if she sleeps outside, I'll take her into the tent," he said, before raising his wand and casting a Warming Charm on Harry.

Before Harry could react, he carried the baby into the tent.

What is he thinking about!

Harry knocked on his forehead, and then looked up at the pitch-black sky. Unlike what he expected, after being away from the neon lights of the Muggle world, what the sky presented was not the vast darkness he had imagined, although this The sky was still too big to see, but the countless stars were scattered on the black curtain like diamonds, and the stars were brilliant—he realized the meaning of this word for the first time.

The colorful broken diamonds are just above his head, and besides that is the clearest and brightest moon he has ever seen. The desert shines pale, as if losing its color.

He suddenly felt a kind of unspeakable coldness that he was really alone in this vast world, and the heat preservation spell given to him by Severus prevented him from hypothermia to death, He can also draw a lot of heat from it.

The bonfire in front of him didn't have the warmth that the heat-retaining charm brought him, and he knew it wasn't because of the magic effect, but that what he wanted was Severus' love for him.

He had chosen to use Severus without saying a word and then leave. He was indeed wrong, wrong, and now is not the time to recall the things he did wrong in the past.

He hadn't understood what he wanted and what Severus wanted since Severus woke up until now, so much so that he kept the man waiting for too long.

Severus doesn't need a student lover, he doesn't need a goofy Harry Potter who always needs to have his ass wiped, even though Harry Potter is Daniel Potter, and Daniel Potter is always It was worrying him too much.

The difference between him and Daniel - was his attitude towards Severus.

Daniel will not regard Snape as his teacher, and Daniel will not always treat Snape cautiously—it is his lover, not his elder, and he cannot be persuaded by a word from Snape. Shut up.

They had quarreled many times, Harry suddenly smiled, his eyes were full of deep nostalgia, his eyes looked from this bright and pale desert to the dark place where the moonlight couldn't shine through the layers of ink I saw the past that was separated by time.

Every quarrel they had, and Severus' compromise in the end, all happened in the time he ignored, and he became the softest rib of that withdrawn and awkward man.

He'd overlooked so much that he'd foolishly thought that Severus would be fine without him - what an arrogant and exaggerated thought.

"What's the matter?" When Snape opened the tent, what he saw was the young man who was touched by the moonlight under the bright moon and seemed to be radiating light all over his body.

He raised his head because of his lover's inquiry, and stared at him with those bright and passionate emerald eyes, in which countless complex and unspeakable emotions gathered.

His heart had to pause for a moment, and his breathing tightened as if he lacked oxygen. He put down the tent calmly and walked towards his boy.

He kept staring at the messy hair, looking at the peaceful face, maybe it was because the night was too quiet, maybe the moonlight was too bright, or maybe the campfire was too warm.

He sat beside Harry, holding his hand, and it was as natural as breathing.

Harry blinked, he found that he wanted to say a lot but finally opened his mouth and he couldn't say anything, so he looked up at the sky, "I've never seen such a beautiful starry sky."

He looked at the bright stars, the pale sand illuminated by the moonlight turned into diamond dust, fluorescing in his vision.

"But it's not the starry sky tonight that amazes me." After a pause, Harry spoke again. He looked at Snape, staring at this face that had become more mature with the passage of time. He had experienced so much of himself. Perhaps because of the loss of others, maybe he has become hard-hearted because of this, or maybe the shell on his body is even harder, and he has become the professor Snape that many students he knows hate.

But he is not his professor, he is not the person he hates, and he is not the person he should be careful or guilty to please or even atone for, the only thing he is sorry for Snape is that he did not leave his whole heart give him.

"It's you," said Harry, finding it easier to say the word, his thick skin returning, "I want to be with you, I want to see all the things in the world with you." The scenery I have never seen before, I want to spend every day with you, maybe it is ordinary, maybe it is extremely thrilling, even if it is the most ordinary day, I want to experience it with you."

Now he had his heart out, and he held it up in front of Snape.

"Did you already say this on the day you made your marriage vows, or have you forgotten?" Snape frowned, he didn't understand why the little bastard was so emotional when he came out of the tent Talk to him so much.

"Yes." Harry smiled brightly at Snape, "but I just wanted to tell you."

He suddenly threw himself on Snape, grabbed his collar, knelt down on the rug spread over the sand, bowed his head and kissed the man he loved.

The lips and teeth mingled, accompanied by the sound of dry wood burning until it cracked in the campfire.

When they parted, Harry gasped, the thread still stuck to Snape's lips at the corner of his mouth, as if they were meant to be glued together.

"Do you want to see me wear the women's clothes I bought in Istanbul last time?" He blushed suddenly, "Test your acceptance of navel-baring clothes."

Snape's hand was stroking Harry's back through the thin fabric, he raised his eyebrows in surprise, and mocked the boy in front of him without changing his expression, "Oh, it's so hard that you still remember."

"Of course I do!" Harry puffed up his face.

So he pulled Snape up, and the two returned to the tent.

The snot-nosed man made a lot of money, if it wasn't for the guilt that made him want to seduce him, he wouldn't take the initiative to bring it up!Throwing women's clothes into the bottom of the box a long time ago, the old bastard will never remember!