[HP]Two Snape

For the first time in years, Harry and Snape woke up at the same time, in the same bed in the same room under the same roof.

"Po...Potter?" Snape's consciousness was already awake, and there was no doubt that his suitor of the savior, those ambiguous red marks on his body, and the indulgence that permeated the whole room The taste cannot be made by a third person.

But how is this possible?

This was the Potter he hated the most, he couldn't... There was a weird mixture of satisfaction and disgust inside him.

Harry looked around in a daze, and then, suddenly realizing something, his face turned red, "Uh, professor, I... this, I didn't do it..."

However, because of this sentence, Snape narrowed his eyes suspiciously, "What do you mean, what did you do? Potter, it turns out..." Snape squeezed Harry's chin forcefully, "You're so hungry Thirsty, trying my best to send myself to my bed? Huh?"

"No, it's not me!" Harry turned his head in discomfort and struggled to break free, "I said it wasn't me!" At this moment, with a "bang", Kreacher appeared and shouted excitedly, "Oh, Kreacher succeeded !Master Potter and Mr. Snape are together! Great!"

"Potter! Where's your Gryffindor-proud courage? I don't care why you think you can make me fall in love with you by such a dirty trick, but, now, I think, I can't stand it at all." You stay here, go back to your old Black house! You can continue to study this kind of dirty and disgusting tricks, I wish you an early climb into the bed of a man who is satisfied with you!"

"My God! Kreacher made Mr. Snape angry, Kreacher is not a good house-elf!" Kreacher panicked and grabbed the headpost of the bed and began to bump, and the two people who were still on the bed only felt a shake.

"Damn it! Potter! Make him stop!" Snape roared.

"Kreacher, I order you, you go back first!" Harry supported his sore waist and ordered Kreacher to stop this indirect act of killing the master.

Fortunately, when it comes to accepting clear orders, Kreacher has always been very good at executing them. However, the room suddenly became quiet, which made Harry regret it.

"Then, grab your luggage, Potter, and get out..." Snape said dryly.

"No!" Harry screamed, interrupting Snape's last sentence, he looked at Snape in horror and pleadingly, "Don't drive me away, Professor, I..." Harry closed his mouth Close your eyes, "It only takes two years. If, if after two years, you still don't love me, I will... I will disappear from your eyes forever, and I will never appear to bother you again."

"It won't take two years, I can tell you now that I will never love..." Snape felt the despair and sadness in Harry's eyes, and his heart suddenly twitched violently. The controlled, hurtful words still blurted out, but in the end, he didn't finish speaking, and resisted the urge, "Well, I hope that after two years, you can keep your promise, Potter."

Snape picked up the clothes that fell on the floor, and seeing Harry in a mess, he froze, and said dryly, "Go take a shower, Potter."

In the days that followed, the two returned to a more unnatural relationship than eight years ago.

Every morning, Harry finished making breakfast, but was no longer able to eat with one other person in the house as he had done before.

Several times, Snape stood in the corner of the room, looking at Harry's busy figure with a complicated expression, he didn't know why, obviously he had always longed for this kind of warmth like home, obviously, he... wasn't very He rejects the company of this giant monster, but every time he sees this guy talking and getting along, he feels uncontrollable anger and disgust. Could it be that he should try Occlumency?

If it wasn't for the fact that the Dark Lord was already dead, he would really doubt whether he could always feel the anger that didn't belong to him, just like back then, the one who often had strange dreams and had to waste his time The Gryffindor troll of the Dreamless Potion.

Oh, to see this troll come to the cellar pale from a few nightmares, he was, well, very happy.

Perhaps, he also enjoys the feeling of being totally dependent on Potter, but why now... Snape always felt that there seemed to be a force he didn't know was controlling his emotions, because even though he hated this Only trolls, this kind of... disgusting, shouldn't be so strong. For the first time, Snape doubted his own judgment.

However, another year has passed, and Snape has not researched anything, yes, he can't research it, that magic contract, similar to the effect of the ignore spell, guarantees that the caster has nothing to do with this magic Known until...the caster's departure.

Harry was already planning how to leave this world a year later without causing trouble to anyone.

Yes, it's the last year, and he will never see these friends again, and the man who put on a bad face to him all day long, yes, he doesn't even have the so-called afterlife.

Harry no longer stayed in the house all day, he began to visit the friends and professors he knew frequently.

Hermione and Ron's children are his godsons, and the little guy's crisp "Godfather" reminded Harry of the unruly smiling, arrogant but always planning everything for him...his own godfather , Sirius.

To Harry, James is his father, but he is an existence that he has never met and looks up to with reverence, while Sirius is a real person who gives him fatherly love.

Ha, Sirius, you didn't even leave me a portrait, Harry thought about it, then, he shouldn't keep a portrait, don't leave anything, then, after a long time, everyone will forget he.

Harry went to Hogwarts again, and Minerva was still the headmaster, going to Dumbledore's portrait every day to complain, trying to persuade Snape to be the next headmaster.

Trelawney went crazy coldly, predicting the date of Harry's death, Harry smiled wryly, he didn't need this prediction anymore, he was just calculating the time left for him.

Professor Flitwick and Professor Sprout are still full of energy, and Filch and his cat lady still like to come out at night to catch the little animals that make trouble in the night tour. Well, the main personnel of the night tour are still full of adventures in Gryffindor Spiritual little lions.

Bit by bit, Harry took away the things he had left behind, trying to erase the traces of his past existence, including, in the house in Spider's End.

This is the path he chose, it doesn't matter, Gryffindor will go forward bravely and will not regret it.

Snape silently watched Harry's series of actions, oh, two years, there is not much time left, so, he is going to run?The troll is finally getting out of his life?Shouldn't he be happy, but what's with this damn strong sense of loss and anger?

It's ridiculous that he actually has a feeling of being abandoned!Obviously, he should be the happiest person?

When Harry was about to tidy up, he was reluctant to take another look at the place where he had stayed for almost ten years. Maybe he was delusional. How many lovers who loved each other to death could not resist the influence of this curse, How could he ask a...greasy old bat who already hated him to fall in love with him under the influence of this spell?

This, he already knew, didn't he?But when he turned around, his gaze unexpectedly collided with Snape's, and there was deep thought in that gaze that he couldn't understand.

Soon, however, Snape turned his head and walked away.

The last day, or rather, the last 24 hours, came after all.

Harry asked for magic vanilla from Kreacher, and with a touch of desperate madness, he ignited it, and the first moment Snape came back, he pounced on it, hanging on top of Snape, his eyes a little blurred , "Professor, look, I did it this time, hey, you wronged me last time, now, in order not to make you feel guilty, so, this time, I decided not to let you wrong me. Okay? "

Snape was silent, this was the Potter he'd never get his hands on, bloody troll, he'd never know what he was going to do next.

Just like the night two years ago, it was crazy, passionate, and lingering. When the two finally released their desires, Harry panted lowly, and leaned boldly and intimately into Snape's ear, "Doyouloveme, Profe... Sev?"

Snape suddenly didn't know what to say, did he love Potter or not?

He couldn't deny that even at this moment, he still had an inexplicable dislike for the warmth clinging to him, but he was instinctively greedy for this warmth. He really didn't understand how he felt.

So, his answer... Snape turned over in silence, not wanting to face this question that he didn't know yet.

"I see... I see." Harry said with a smile.

Snape felt irritated inside, understand?What does he know?He couldn't even figure it out, damn it.

Obviously annoying, but still eager to get close.

However, just as he was about to refute something, he heard a slightly hoarse voice, "Dizzy!"

Damn Potter!Bring a magic wand on/in bed!

Harry quietly looked at Snape's sleeping face, the corners of his mouth curled into an arc.

Give him another look.

However, he couldn't even say the phrase "Lookatme."

"Professor... no, Sev, I'm leaving. Gryffindors keep their promises, don't they? I won't stop you from finding your happiness. Oh, don't look for someone with red hair and green eyes girl..."

Don't spend your whole life on two Potters.

Harry looked around, well, in the whole room, the only ones who had anything to do with him were himself and the sleeping man.

So, all, stop here.

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