[HP] Shh, it's a secret
Chapter 37 Chapter 37
The body's reaction is always the most direct and true. He has desire/desire for that man, which is strong and hot.Just lying in this room, just because of that vague smell... Crazy, really crazy.
The man he fantasized about being separated from him by a wall and also his godfather couldn't help moaning/groaning out of immorality and forbidden pleasure.Ah—Xiao was thinking about his godfather...
After a blinding white light, Draco lay on his back panting heavily, his hair soaked in sweat, and his hands and body were addictively sticky.If, if the man outside knew what he did in his bed and he was the one fantasizing about himself - Draco couldn't help but think this way looking at the cloudy white in his hand - I don't know if it would be given Would he drink the blood-sealed throat poison or just pull out his wand and throw Avada Kedavra?
Draco smiled, desperate and sad.He was so stubborn about leaving his scent on the bed of the man he loved, but—he closed his eyes tiredly—
“Scourgify”
There is nothing left, like a spring dream, heh——magic!
A sense of sleepiness mixed with satisfaction and a little bit of loss hit him, and the water of life and death also began to exert its due effect at this moment, and the young man on the bed finally let himself fall into the darkness.
On the other side of the wall, Snape had no idea that he had become his godson's sweet obsession, and he was still lost in his own thoughts.Guilt—terrible guilt.
Snape had given up on brewing another potion that night and instead threw himself into the soft armchair that Draco had conjured up a few weeks earlier.Inexplicably, he thought of the weight in his hand when he was half-holding the young man, it was unbelievably light.How long has it been since the last time he helped him to the medical wing, half a year?No, four months.
The heart became heavier a little bit.
Snape began to reflect, from the first time he dropped his dignity and pride and knelt under Dumbledore's robes to what he had done today.Lily and Lily's son...
"Her son is alive and has the same eyes as his mother's, exactly the same.I think you must remember Lily.The eye of Evans, its shape and color... 1』
Ha, how could I forget.
You see how shrewd the old man was when he said "Lily Evans" to his eyes instead of "Lily Potter".severus.Snape loved Lily.Evans, he was always so thorough.Potter, that mediocre, arrogant, pushy, wanton thing!
But it was their two sons he was protecting, Lily's and Potter's, he'd always known, the son of his lover and his sworn enemy.How ironic and weak, but willingly.But now, for the sake of their son, do they still want him to marry his own godson?The proud, innocent, childish kid?
It's got him stuck already, hasn't it?
Snape slumped back in his chair, looking down at the floor absently.
It's been so long, so long that he's almost forgotten about Draco.What Malfoy meant to him in that black age.But he hadn't forgotten the scene when he became a godfather.
The fifth day of June was a Saturday, and the sun was just right.Lucius, one of his few close friends.Malfoy had sent him an urgent howling letter, and he had arrived just in time to hear the newborn cry.The child's father excitedly asked him if he would be the godfather of that lump of soft flesh, and he agreed, with Dumbledore in the middle.He had taken the child from his father, too young and too fragile to keep his eyes open.Curled in his stiff arms, tiny, yawning.
"Draco, he trusts you, Severus." That's what Lucius had told him at the time.
Trust, will you sleep peacefully in the arms of someone who was still a complete stranger at that time?So stupid, he sneered inwardly.However, the unique throbbing that was trusted wholeheartedly at that time has always remained in my heart.
And then, Halloween.
It's over, the sky loses its color.
The Dark Lord failed for the first time and took away the love in his heart.But he had to live, like a dead man, just to protect his lover's son at some indeterminate time when the Dark Lord returned.In the first few years, did he forget how he got there, when even breathing was painful——
"So you are my godfather?"
Second meeting.
That piece of soft flesh has turned into a little monster that can walk upright, wearing a dark green magic robe trimmed with silver, with his arms folded, his eyebrows raised arrogantly, just like his tall father.It's just that his father was busy at the Ministry of Magic trying to excuse Malfoy, and his mother had to stay away from France because of her sister.
"Mr. Malfoy, Preschool First Lesson, call me 'Sir' or 'Professor' at all times, mark my words."
Snape could imagine how hideous his face was when he said those words, so that the expression of horror and pretended calm reflected on his little godson's face was still deeply imprinted in his mind.
He spent the next few years moving his laboratory beneath Malfoy Manor.His little monster was a gifted child, quick to learn everything from spells to potions.For the protection of little wizards, no child is allowed to have a wand until the age of 11, which means that they cannot learn real spells and potions, but this does not affect his godson at all.He still remembers that the first spell he taught him was Wingardium Leviosa (Levitation Charm), the first spell in the spell book, and he broke Narcissa's favorite tea set a day later.Only six years old, no wand.
"Sir, look." The childish face was full of excitement and excitement.
And bang—
"Very well Mr. Malfoy, the second spell 'Reparo'." He couldn't deny the shock and joy he felt when he saw the tea set float.
Ah, and he blew up the cauldron, again and again.Every seemingly reckless experiment can bring him new inspiration.
"Why do you use snake sloughs for both the age-increasing agent and the age-reducing agent? Even the dosage is the same... Then what will happen if I mix these two agents together..."
It will turn into raw bone water, with no side effects at all.
Teaching and Learning, Potions and Draco.Malfoy, all in.Teaching that child brings a strange sense of satisfaction, knowing everything and even learning from it.In those few years, his body and spirit were fully arranged, only the occasional midnight dreams...the frequency was much, much less.Life is as peaceful as an illusion, and sometimes he even thinks that if this continues...
But the reality is never if.Lily's eyes, Potter's face, his eternal nightmare, the first day of September seven years ago.His godson had also been his best chance to hit Potter's son from that day forward, ah, his godson, I'm glad he still remembered.
Lily... is dead.
Lily's son is still alive.
His godson was alive too, haughty strong boyish his Draco.Malfoy was sleeping in his bed, right now.
Heart, shaken.
The man he fantasized about being separated from him by a wall and also his godfather couldn't help moaning/groaning out of immorality and forbidden pleasure.Ah—Xiao was thinking about his godfather...
After a blinding white light, Draco lay on his back panting heavily, his hair soaked in sweat, and his hands and body were addictively sticky.If, if the man outside knew what he did in his bed and he was the one fantasizing about himself - Draco couldn't help but think this way looking at the cloudy white in his hand - I don't know if it would be given Would he drink the blood-sealed throat poison or just pull out his wand and throw Avada Kedavra?
Draco smiled, desperate and sad.He was so stubborn about leaving his scent on the bed of the man he loved, but—he closed his eyes tiredly—
“Scourgify”
There is nothing left, like a spring dream, heh——magic!
A sense of sleepiness mixed with satisfaction and a little bit of loss hit him, and the water of life and death also began to exert its due effect at this moment, and the young man on the bed finally let himself fall into the darkness.
On the other side of the wall, Snape had no idea that he had become his godson's sweet obsession, and he was still lost in his own thoughts.Guilt—terrible guilt.
Snape had given up on brewing another potion that night and instead threw himself into the soft armchair that Draco had conjured up a few weeks earlier.Inexplicably, he thought of the weight in his hand when he was half-holding the young man, it was unbelievably light.How long has it been since the last time he helped him to the medical wing, half a year?No, four months.
The heart became heavier a little bit.
Snape began to reflect, from the first time he dropped his dignity and pride and knelt under Dumbledore's robes to what he had done today.Lily and Lily's son...
"Her son is alive and has the same eyes as his mother's, exactly the same.I think you must remember Lily.The eye of Evans, its shape and color... 1』
Ha, how could I forget.
You see how shrewd the old man was when he said "Lily Evans" to his eyes instead of "Lily Potter".severus.Snape loved Lily.Evans, he was always so thorough.Potter, that mediocre, arrogant, pushy, wanton thing!
But it was their two sons he was protecting, Lily's and Potter's, he'd always known, the son of his lover and his sworn enemy.How ironic and weak, but willingly.But now, for the sake of their son, do they still want him to marry his own godson?The proud, innocent, childish kid?
It's got him stuck already, hasn't it?
Snape slumped back in his chair, looking down at the floor absently.
It's been so long, so long that he's almost forgotten about Draco.What Malfoy meant to him in that black age.But he hadn't forgotten the scene when he became a godfather.
The fifth day of June was a Saturday, and the sun was just right.Lucius, one of his few close friends.Malfoy had sent him an urgent howling letter, and he had arrived just in time to hear the newborn cry.The child's father excitedly asked him if he would be the godfather of that lump of soft flesh, and he agreed, with Dumbledore in the middle.He had taken the child from his father, too young and too fragile to keep his eyes open.Curled in his stiff arms, tiny, yawning.
"Draco, he trusts you, Severus." That's what Lucius had told him at the time.
Trust, will you sleep peacefully in the arms of someone who was still a complete stranger at that time?So stupid, he sneered inwardly.However, the unique throbbing that was trusted wholeheartedly at that time has always remained in my heart.
And then, Halloween.
It's over, the sky loses its color.
The Dark Lord failed for the first time and took away the love in his heart.But he had to live, like a dead man, just to protect his lover's son at some indeterminate time when the Dark Lord returned.In the first few years, did he forget how he got there, when even breathing was painful——
"So you are my godfather?"
Second meeting.
That piece of soft flesh has turned into a little monster that can walk upright, wearing a dark green magic robe trimmed with silver, with his arms folded, his eyebrows raised arrogantly, just like his tall father.It's just that his father was busy at the Ministry of Magic trying to excuse Malfoy, and his mother had to stay away from France because of her sister.
"Mr. Malfoy, Preschool First Lesson, call me 'Sir' or 'Professor' at all times, mark my words."
Snape could imagine how hideous his face was when he said those words, so that the expression of horror and pretended calm reflected on his little godson's face was still deeply imprinted in his mind.
He spent the next few years moving his laboratory beneath Malfoy Manor.His little monster was a gifted child, quick to learn everything from spells to potions.For the protection of little wizards, no child is allowed to have a wand until the age of 11, which means that they cannot learn real spells and potions, but this does not affect his godson at all.He still remembers that the first spell he taught him was Wingardium Leviosa (Levitation Charm), the first spell in the spell book, and he broke Narcissa's favorite tea set a day later.Only six years old, no wand.
"Sir, look." The childish face was full of excitement and excitement.
And bang—
"Very well Mr. Malfoy, the second spell 'Reparo'." He couldn't deny the shock and joy he felt when he saw the tea set float.
Ah, and he blew up the cauldron, again and again.Every seemingly reckless experiment can bring him new inspiration.
"Why do you use snake sloughs for both the age-increasing agent and the age-reducing agent? Even the dosage is the same... Then what will happen if I mix these two agents together..."
It will turn into raw bone water, with no side effects at all.
Teaching and Learning, Potions and Draco.Malfoy, all in.Teaching that child brings a strange sense of satisfaction, knowing everything and even learning from it.In those few years, his body and spirit were fully arranged, only the occasional midnight dreams...the frequency was much, much less.Life is as peaceful as an illusion, and sometimes he even thinks that if this continues...
But the reality is never if.Lily's eyes, Potter's face, his eternal nightmare, the first day of September seven years ago.His godson had also been his best chance to hit Potter's son from that day forward, ah, his godson, I'm glad he still remembered.
Lily... is dead.
Lily's son is still alive.
His godson was alive too, haughty strong boyish his Draco.Malfoy was sleeping in his bed, right now.
Heart, shaken.
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