[HP] Shh, it's a secret

Draco hadn't been having a great day, or rather badly, downright badly.He regretted it more and more every day, regretted that he had told the three Gryffindors about his troubles, and the troubles had escalated into distress, annoyance, annoyance.

Everything seems to be developing in a weird direction.Just like now, he was poking the potatoes on the plate, but his eyes drifted unconsciously in the direction of the teacher's seat.

What is he expecting?Draco asked himself.

Because of the ridiculous theory of that obnoxious Miss Gryffindor know-it-all, he had come up with his godfather enemy Severus.Snape may have used the forgetful inference on himself because he liked it...

Severus.Snape liked Draco.Malfoy.

It sounds a little tempting.tempting?With a shake of his hand, Draco almost knocked over the goblet in his hand.The pumpkin juice in the cup sloshed out and splashed onto the white tablecloth. Draco picked up the cup and swallowed the orange-yellow liquid that he wouldn't touch normally, and the sticky juice fell down his throat to his stomach Here, reason is returning, and his eyes are getting colder little by little.

severus.Snape liked...impossible.Because Draco knew that no one knew Severus better than him except Snape himself.Snape to Lily.Potter's in love—until death.So how could that person fall in love with someone else?

Draco poked hard at the potato chips on the plate, and the screeching sound of the fork scraping the bottom of the plate caught the attention of the other Slytherins at the long table.

"Draco, do you need another plate?"

Pansy heard it.Parkinson's voice, he did not refuse or accept, a few seconds later the dinner plate turned into potato scum was taken away and replaced with a new cut lamb chops.Frowning and saying thank you, Draco forked one of them and stuffed it into his mouth, but his eyes uncontrollably glanced at the center of the teacher's bench, the chair belonging to the headmaster was already empty.

Forget it all...why?Draco thought desperately.

Could it be that Miss Know-It-All was right, his godfather used a spell to make him forget the person he liked because he didn't want him to be entangled in love at such a time.

Putting down the knife and fork, Draco had lost his appetite and couldn't tell what mood he was in.

It sucks.

After returning to the dormitory, Draco threw Potter on the sofa, and hid himself in the curtain, using the sealing spell so that he could not be seen or heard.But he clearly underestimated how badass Gryffindor was, or Potter for that matter.The curtain was drawn, only five minutes later.

"Potter, have you fallen so low that you can't even do the basic etiquette of respecting privacy?" Draco revoked the spell and stared fiercely at the pair of brown eyes in front of him.But from the bottom of his heart, he was grateful, grateful to Potter for pulling him out of his endless thoughts, and it would be best if he could have an argument with himself next, oh--it would be great if he had a fight, he Need to vent.Out of this psychology, Draco's eyes became more fierce.

Harry obviously didn't realize it.He first sincerely apologized for his recklessness and lack of respect for privacy, even though he pulled back the curtain to see an empty bed because of the sealing spell, and then told Draco that his eyes were very uncomfortable.

"Eye?"

"Yeah, there's nothing you can do about it, it's too dry." Harry kept blinking, trying not to rub them with his hands, "The potion you gave me has run out, I want to ask if it's still there?" have."

"Potion? What potion?" Draco was a little confused, he couldn't remember at all, he had no impression at all.Then he saw the empty potion bottle Harry handed him.It was a dark green crystal bottle with the crest of the Malfoy family engraved on the bottom of the bottle. He clearly remembered that it was one of a set of potion bottles he gave Snape as a Christmas present in fifth grade.

So, the potion came from Snape, and his oblivion was due to the Oblivion Curse.

Draco put the bottle away, and after telling Harry that he could take off his contact lenses and soak them in Muggle potion in the dormitory later, he drew the curtain again.

Time flies like running water, and it is the last day of October in a blink of an eye.Now that the Dark Lord controls most of Hogwarts Castle and all entertainment activities have been cancelled, naturally there will be no hellish Halloween balls.The students complained and complained. After dinner, they still lined up honestly and were led back to their respective common rooms by the male and female prefects. After all, none of them had the courage to openly resist like the Weasley twins. The Carlo brothers and sisters Nor is it Umbridge, the pink toad with all the appearances.

Ten o'clock in the evening, curfew time.

Draco, who was supposed to be in the common room or dormitory, unexpectedly appeared outside the door of the former potions professor's office in the cellar, holding the potion bottle he got from Potter five days ago.

The brown door opened silently when Draco was about to knock.Draco was slightly surprised, but after the surprise, he understood that there were always a few warning spells placed in front of the professors' offices.He straightened his sleeves and walked in.

The decor has been changed and there is an extra set of sofas and an upholstered armchair.This is inevitable, it has been too long since the last time he came in, but for some reason, Draco's stomach feels so heavy that it feels like a weight is loaded, which is very uncomfortable.

"I'm assuming that Mr. Malfoy didn't appear here in violation of school rules to be in a daze?" Snape's deep voice came.

Draco followed the direction of the voice, and Snape was standing by the fireplace, neither the firelight nor the lights hanging from the ceiling could reach him, complete shadow and darkness.He still held a goblet in his hand, yes, there was a bottle of red wine that was more than half empty on the tea table.

In memory of Lily.Porter.

The corners of Draco's lips curled up mockingly, which is why he waited five days to show up here today—Halloween, Lily.Potter's death day.It's ridiculous that he once suspected that this man liked him... So, Granger was right.His chest was filled with deep hatred, this man here was honoring his lover openly, but let himself forget about the person he liked.

All these thoughts seemed to take a long time, but only a few seconds passed.Within the silence time acceptable to both parties, Draco said, "I would like to ask Mr. Principal to help me make another bottle of potion for dry eyes caused by wearing contact lenses."

"I see," Snape said.

Draco blinked: "You said you knew?" Unknowingly, the bottle was clenched tighter in his hand.

"Yes, I see," Snape repeated, looking past Draco to the door behind him, "I'll make another bottle."

"You know, you really know!" Draco couldn't control his anger anymore, he took out the potion bottle and shook it in the light, "But I don't remember, in fact, if it wasn't for this I didn't even know that the potion was made by you—my dear godfather! So you probably know who this potion is actually for?"

Snape didn't speak, but his silence said it all.With a sneer, Draco put the bottle heavily on the coffee table: "I should have guessed, except for Potter, that woman's son, who would make you so interested in making potions, and even In order to ensure the effect of the potion, a precious green crystal bottle was used. But there is one thing I didn't expect that I would trust you so much before I lost my memory."

Snape's body swayed, and he stepped out of the shadows. The unhealthy yellow skin on his face turned unusually red, which was caused by alcohol, but he still didn't speak—no excuses.This made Draco even more angry, and he took a quiet breath to calm himself down, then decided to cut to the chase—

"Forget nothing, Professor, please lift the spell."

Completely beyond Draco's expectation, the man opposite did not show the slightest surprise, but just looked at himself with his dark eyes.It's such a bad feeling, it's like being seen through so easily, and at this moment Draco felt like he was thinking of the clown, and then he heard a sigh, and he looked up and looked into Snape's black eyes There—there's no trace of Occlumency... Draco froze.

Snape's expression changed into a smile: "Now is not the time." He said softly.

"Not the time..." Draco repeated unconsciously, and then took a step back as if he had been punched hard, "You actually admitted that it was really you."

Snape glanced at him, walked to the coffee table and bent down to pick up the wine bottle and fill the goblet with red wine.

"Why?" Draco demanded loudly with his hands clenched into fists, "The Oblivion Curse, why? Because I fell in love with a... man?"

Snape's hand holding the glass trembled, but he steadied himself quickly.

Draco, who saw everything in his eyes, turned pale: "So the rumors are true, I really fell in love... fell in love with a man." There is no need to seek proof anymore, just like ron.As Weasley said, it doesn't matter if it's male or female, Draco just wants to know who he is, and all the answers are in his lost memory.

"Break the spell, Professor." Draco said commandingly.

"I said, now is not the time."

"Not the time?!" Draco raised his voice unconsciously, "You made me forget that he told me it wasn't the time! How dare you, what right do you have?! Not the time - uh - no when……"

Draco looked at Snape in silence for a while, then slowly walked up to Snape, looked into his eyes and asked in a voice almost whispering: "Then dear godfather, tell me when is the When? Wait for me to die or wait for him to die? Wait until that person lies quietly in the grave like your Miss Lily. Don’t even dare to go to the grave, but look for the shadow of the past through the eyes of your lover’s child?”

Snape looked like he was flabbergasted, but Draco was not at all triumphant.He felt sad, both for himself and for the man in front of him, but more of it was hatred.Words escaped his throat uncontrollably, and he heard himself say—

"Because my own love is fruitless, I want to stop other people's love... Heh - if Potter knows that there is a greasy old bat Shaw thinking of his mother... Shaw thinking of a married woman or a dead person ...How do you usually relieve your desires, ah - it can't be Lily. On Potter's tombstone..."

Snapped!

The smell of blood, tingling in the cheeks, ringing in the ears, Draco opened his eyes, and the back of his hand wiped the corner of his mouth, it was blood.

Draco looked up at the man who had just slapped him in disbelief, wiped the corner of his mouth more forcefully, turned and walked towards the door.When his fingers touched the doorknob, his body was snapped back, and his back was pushed heavily against the door panel.

Draco pulled out his wand and wanted to say the death curse, but his eyes widened in the next second.

The lips have been sealed, warm to the touch, with a strong smell of alcohol.

The author has something to say: I decided to confirm the relationship first before going to the cannon fodder Uncle V, otherwise it would be too entangled.

The professor in this chapter probably collapsed... I comforted myself because of alcohol (squatting in the corner and drawing circles...)

In addition, the working hours have been adjusted, so the update time has to be adjusted accordingly. The next update will probably be after ten o'clock in the evening. Girls can watch it the next morning, um!

Thank you for the mines of the cake, the background has not been displayed in the front desk, but you can see it in the background, ╭(╯3╰)╮