Professor, please pay the debt

Christmas Eve for three

Spinner's End is not a decent place, even at Christmas time.

On Christmas Eve, the sky was gloomy from early in the morning, and in the evening, snowflakes the size of rose petals began to fall, and they kept falling. This year is destined to be a frosty Christmas.

The snowflakes have brought welcome changes to Spider's End. The garbage all over the ground is covered with snow. Although it makes the ground uneven, it looks much better than before.

After nightfall, the scantily clad women who like to hang around under the street lights have all disappeared, making the whole neighborhood cleaner than usual.

The houses on both sides of the road were also outlined with a silver frame by the snow, which looked pretty, but it was a pity that the houses were dark, as if no one had lived in them for many years.

The owner of the house would have moved out long ago if he could, and if he had no other way, he would find a comfortable place for himself to spend the holidays tonight, so the place is deserted.

In this bleak scene, only one house was lit.

Snape was sitting in front of the warm fireplace with a difficult potions book on his lap, and he wasn't reading it. It wasn't because the light from the fire wasn't enough, but because he himself was absent-minded.

After the seventh distraction, Snape finally gave up. He threw the book aside, and picked out a "Daily Prophet" from a pile of newspapers on the ground——

A large photo of his little lover was printed on the front page, which took up 1/2 of the page. The headline read, The Savior visited Germany and was warmly welcomed. The fat German Minister of Magic shook hands. The background was the symbol of Berlin, the goddess of victory cast in bronze on the Brandenburg Gate driving a four-horse chariot.

"little bastard!"

Snape poked the young man's face with his slender fingers. In the photo, Harry seemed to be frightened, dodging his attack in a panic.This made Snape grin and poke like he was venting his anger.

At this time, midnight alternates, and the new year has arrived. The historic Big Ben in London emits a dull and profound sound, and the 12 bells are heard throughout London.

Snape stopped his childish revenge and listened quietly...

Every year at this time, he would say to himself, Merry Christmas!Severus!

I said to myself, there is no way, this is the only way!

Ever since his mother died, he has always spent the holidays alone.But this year, he didn't want to because a guy promised to spend the holidays with him.

Yeah, they had agreed that Harry would join him in Spinner's End after the French Ministry of Magic's Christmas dinner.

So... where is this guy now?

Snape threw away the newspaper distractedly, stood up, and glanced unconsciously at the door.

It was so quiet that he was both disappointed and annoyed, and on the carpet, Harry was smiling at him in countless photographs taken at the City Hall in Paris, at Alexanderplatz in Berlin, and at the Edinburgh and Greenwich Park, no matter where Harry was, there was always a well-known political figure or two by his side.

The headline of the top newspaper showed the latest assessment of the saviour—the rising political star.

Clearly, Harry had a great time this holiday season.

However, such an achievement did not bring comfort to his lover, and Snape grew more and more irritated as he read the reports, and he could not help worrying that Harry would be caught by the Minister of Magic of some country and thus unable to Come back on time.

This is possible, the news of the savior's sudden visit to Bucharest was published in the newspaper the day before yesterday——

Snape knew very well that this item was not on Harry's itinerary - it was said to be a temporary invitation from the Romanian Ministry of Magic.Who knows if another minister from anywhere will appear to disrupt Harry's schedule tonight.

Snape imagined in his mind, the scene of that bastard being stopped or even dragged...

Time was passing by, Snape's patience was exhausted little by little, he finally couldn't sit still, stood up angrily, stomped a few times on the newspaper with Harry's photo printed on it, and lowered his head cursed:

"Bastard, little bastard who upset me! If you dare to break the appointment, you will die!"

In the photo, Harry was screaming and angrily protesting against such rough treatment. At this moment, the doorbell rang, and Snape was ecstatic for a moment. He ran towards the door, but when his finger touched the door I stopped when I held my hand...

Then, he ran back on tiptoe at the same speed, looking at the newspapers all over the floor and the pictures of Harry with a flustered expression.

"Can't let that bastard see this scene like I'm expecting him to be!"

……

Harry waited for a cup of tea outside the door, and when the door finally opened, snowflakes had covered his shoulders, "Merry Christmas, Severus!"

Harry's tone was not very enthusiastic, because he waited for too long, he complained a little angrily, "Why did you ask me to wait so long, what are you doing? Could it be that there are other people in the room... um—"

Unprepared, the cold thin lips bumped against him, without stopping, and retreated before he had time to react, "Merry Christmas... hiss—"

Snape rubbed his sore mouth and gave Harry a vicious look, "Close the door, if you don't have a tail!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked into the room, leaving only his lover with a cold back——

Although he didn't wear a black robe and lacked the cool and tugging action of shaking the robe, he was still handsome, so Harry stared at his back in a daze for a full minute before he woke up, "Severus !"

Harry screamed in surprise, "This is the first time you've taken the initiative, Merlin, did I do something amazing?"

Snape settled himself in the single high-backed chair in front of the fireplace, and glanced around. The place was spotless, not even a scrap of newspaper.

So he was relieved, and turned to teach the stupid young man who followed, "Be normal, Potter! No one will react like you."

"No one will have such an honor as me!"

Harry sat on the arm of the chair, hugged his lover's thin shoulders, raised his chin and pressed a tender kiss, "Oh... okay, honey, tell me what makes you so happy, I swear , even if it is as difficult as climbing the sky, I will repeat it a hundred times."

His words rhymed and cadenced, almost like a classic sonnet.

The two embraced each other in an ambiguous posture, and their eyes were entangled. In such a romantic atmosphere, Snape actually frowned, and said in a displeased tone, "Why, the French assimilated you? That's fine. , just eat grilled snails for a few days, do you think you are Hugo!"

"Oh, don't mention the grilled snails!"

Harry stood up and took off his heavy traveling cloak, squeezed back into the armchair, and complained to his lover, "The French have such strong tastes, they want to eat alive. I saw the snails on the plate wriggling a bit." Well, that was horrible, I guess the chef just pulled the snail out of its shell and sprinkled salt on it when making this dish..."

Romance needs a foundation, and equal size requires an emotional intelligence score above zero.Therefore, these two people are not romantic.

The topic quickly changed from sonnets to French meals.After Harry had downplayed the world's obsession with French dinner, he felt hungry, "What are we having for dinner?"

Harry looked around but couldn't find anything related to dinner, he complained disappointedly, "Didn't you prepare anything?"

"It's inexplicable, I'm not your cook!" Snape retorted angrily, "What makes you think that I should prepare dinner for you!"

It's like I'm your someone, oh...forget it, lovers don't have that obligation.

"Of course!" Harry said, "I work so hard, do I have to cook for myself when I get home? So, you do the housework, and I earn money to support the family. This is a division of labor, understand?"

"Potter! Don't say such strange things!"

Snape didn't know why his face was burning hot, and he didn't want to delve into it, he just wanted to quickly shut up the guy's mouth, "There is something left in the kitchen, go find it yourself!"

In fact, Harry was easy to kill. As soon as he heard that there was leftovers, he happily went to the kitchen. Snape stared at his back and muttered, I can also earn money to support the family, whoever should do the housework Well, hum!