Trouble with hp love at first sight

C.17

"You understand?" Snape suddenly repeated Harry's words in a low voice, and snorted coldly, he stretched out his hand and grabbed Harry, causing him to take a step back unsuspectingly. , almost tipped onto Snape - but he stood upright and didn't fall.

What happened next left Harry's head completely muddled - Snape's hands were just rubbing his face like that, as if there was something unbearably dirty on his face.

"It hurts!" Harry yelled.He hid his face back, his hand broke free from the arm that was pulling him sorely, and he took two or three steps back.

His face might be swollen!Does this old bastard have a grudge against him? — indeed Snape should have hated him.

Harry touched his face, feeling that the area where he had rubbed it was hot, as if it had been burned.

He glared at Snape, but the old bastard still had that irrelevant indifference, as if the sex just now was a hallucination.

"Don't forget your detention, Potter." Snape looked at Harry coldly, and he strode away after saying that, as if he really didn't hold Harry and wipe his face vigorously.

Harry watched Snape's back, and suddenly he shuddered.

Could it be - from Snape's point of view - that he thought Fran Adelson had kissed him on the face?

Harry's face was flushed from the top of his head to his neck, and his cheeks covered with hands couldn't hide the redness.

"What the hell is..." Harry muttered, thinking about the time since Snape woke up, thinking about what Alexis had said about Snape's abandonment of him by Daniel and His old lover eloped to America.

Speaking of which, did Snape really have no idea when he saw his face exactly like Daniel's?

Suddenly, he lowered his head and laughed, laughing out loud.

Oh, if it was the snot-nosed guy he knew, he'd know exactly what to do.

So he changed his mind, and didn't intend to go to Slughorn, but went back to his dormitory, and first learned the textbooks of Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts to the target place.

After dinner, according to Snape's confinement instructions, he went to find Filch, got the cleaning tools, and dragged for a while in the corridor on the second floor without complaint.

"It's obviously very clean!" Harry looked at the clean and shiny ground, he piled the cleaning tools aside, took out a clean handkerchief and wiped his hands, took out his wand and waved at the cleaning tools to make them automatically return to Fair Strange labor tool warehouse.

He took out the invisibility cloak, wrapped it around his body, and ran towards the cellar.

"Dong dong dong."

Snape opened his eyes and looked at Potter who suddenly pulled off the cloak to reveal a head.

"If you're going to scare people with this old-fashioned prank, but unfortunately - the Gryffindor button..." Snape deadpanned the idea of ​​cruelty perfectly.

"No, I'm here for tutoring—you promised me last time, Professor!" Harry immediately yelled to stop Snape from continuing to deduct points, but the points that should have been deducted were still deducted. .

"Admirable forgetfulness - let me remind you, Potter, that at noon you said you were going to Slughorn, to your pretty little boy." Snape snorted. When he was about to close the door with a cold face, Harry supported the door with his palm, maintaining the gap where they could talk face to face.

"Aren't you inviting me in? I'm already standing here." Harry glared at Snape, as if he should be invited in with confidence.

Snape looked at this lively Potter, as if time couldn't bear to hurt him, how hateful and hateful he was.

He was silent, and during this long silence, maybe he thought of something, or maybe he was defeated by Potter's persistence, he let go of his hand and took a step back.

"come in."

Think - think quickly - say something! --quick! ——

"Professor." Harry put his hands behind his back and moved his fingers together, making the door behind him close silently with a soft sound.

"I have something to tell you." He summoned up courage in his heart.

"Potter, it seems that you are not doing it for the so-called tutoring——studying has become your best excuse." Snape snorted coldly, and he used an unsurprising tone, as if little Potter had made He will not be surprised by anything out of the ordinary.

Isn't Potter so used to cheating? This is their innate ability, which flows in their blood and is as natural as breathing.

Just like that person more than ten years ago, and now standing in front of him, the little Potter who looks almost like a copy of him, suddenly thought he was back at that time.

"I've been looking at you all this time." Harry said suddenly, "I know Daniel, and I look a lot like him. Is it possible? I hope I can be by your side. Everyone feels lonely. , and being lonely for a long time will forget that you shouldn't be like this, Severus. I just want to be by your side, even if it's just watching you quietly."

He didn't mean to rehash what Fran Edson had said this morning.But it might be a good idea.Thinking so, Harry focused all his attention on Snape standing in front of him, and would not let go of any change in his expression, even if this master of micro-expression management would never reveal any of his true thoughts .

"Potter, your brain is broken." Snape frowned, and he folded his arms, enduring the nonsense remark.

"Maybe I should let Filch supervise you to clean the entire Hogwarts stairs..." This kind of words he said no less than a hundred times in the past seven years made Snape's tense nerves a little bit lax.

And this gave Harry an opportunity, he suddenly stepped forward and quickly reached out his hand as Gryffindor's golden seeker, as if he was trying to catch the golden snitch, he spread his arms, Hooking Snape's neck, he pulled the head, which was too high for him, down.The angle was perfect, Harry thought.

So they touched each other.

It was a kiss that could have been called a disaster, like a car accident where just two people collided.

But Harry tried to hold back the kiss, sticking out his tongue and licking Snape's lips.

Ah, his glasses are crooked.Harry blinked, looking into those dark eyes so close, he couldn't see what the old bastard was thinking - but that was okay.

Snape's lips were soft and slightly dry.He tried to lick him wet, and found a gap to get in.

Suddenly, Harry was pulled towards him, and he hit Snape's crotch unsuspectingly, and there was a hot hand on his back.

He thought it was going a little too fast - but soon lost the ability to think, and Snape's tongue pried his lips open.

At the touch of a hair.

Oh, got caught by him.

Harry couldn't help the corners of his mouth curling up, but neither his tongue nor his lips were his own, only his eyes gave away his success.

So he got a fierce stare.

Well, he needs to restrain himself a bit.Harry touched his old bastard's arm flatteringly, then lifted his neck obediently, and just as he expected, Snape left his lips, and he went down the road, on his raised neck took a bite.

It seemed as if he was about to bite blood, but he let go when he was panting, and sucked on it.

Perhaps he could have hoped for more.

Harry grabbed Snape's robes, and with all his might he threw himself into Snape's arms, a tenacious octopus.