[HP] Spring Mountain is Sleeping

Tom might have been dragged out, and seemed to have been given a potion, a spell or something.Anyway, when he woke up, he found himself in another empty room, lying on a bed.

The crazy feeling of being pressed by a boulder on his heart all the time seemed to fade away, and he suddenly felt more comfortable than ever.Tom got up and scanned the room, but didn't see Severus.

His heart tightened, and he took out his wand and cast a spell to show the time. He had slept here for three days.

No, someone had to come at once and tell him what had happened.

There was no one else in the room, and no portraits.Tom jumped out of bed and hurried down the corridor, where he ran head-on into Albus, who was munching on sweets again.

"..."

Tom grabbed the picture frame and gasped for breath. The words he wanted to ask clearly came to the tip of his tongue, but he couldn't get it out.

"He's over there." Albus pointed to the room where the sarcophagus had been kept.

"He... is he all right?" Tom's heart rose in his throat.

"He hasn't woken up yet. After staying there for so many days, plus the soul cutting, at least let him rest for a few more days, and you don't want to leave here so quickly." Albus smiled, "When We dare not move him now. Oh, but Madam Pomfrey said this morning that he has recovered enough to wake up."

"What's 'he's ready to wake up'?" Tom was relieved, but he didn't understand what he said.

"My understanding is that he should have woken up a long time ago." Albus leaned forward a little mysteriously, and glanced at Tom from above. "Honestly, I think he won't wake up because he hasn't seen you."

"Hey, then you should wake me up earlier." Tom spoke to Albus in a rare half-joking tone.

"Your condition is not serious, Tom." Albus shook his head. "You were in a coma the day before yesterday, and you also suffered from delirium. Later, they gave you a lot of palliatives."

"It's all right, I don't think that will happen again." Tom shrugged, and then walked towards the room, although he didn't believe it himself.

There is still a little scent of parrot lilies left, but the damned sarcophagus is gone.There was also a bed in that room, and Tom saw Severus lying there, still in that gorgeous black robe, not even changing his folded hands.

But at least those dreaded parrot lilies are gone, and the soothing potion on the bedside table has a light, relaxing fresh scent that smells like a verdant lawn seen through a magic window .

They didn't dare to move any more, probably both of them frightened Madam Pomfrey a lot.

They must have given Severus a potion as well, because the resurrection stone had been dug up and left on the bedside table.The Order of the Phoenix really doesn't seem very interested in the Deathly Hallows.

Tom conjured a chair for himself and moved closer to Severus.

For the first time in many days, he walked into this room without a reaction of crying and heartbreak.He stared at the person in front of him. Although Severus' cheeks were still pale, there was at least a slight blush.Tom was completely relieved, in fact he reckoned he was not much better.

He breathed a sigh of relief, and finally had time to look at the silky black robe.The length of the dress came up to the ankles, and the places that showed the curves of the figure were all trimmed with lace to emphasize them.Lucius' aristocratic taste... But yes, this well-dressed Severus almost has the urge to imprison him forever.

Tom looked around the room. There was no one in the portrait.

Fortunately, it's a particularly scary feeling to be on guard against someone behind you at all times, Tom has never had to worry about this kind of situation before - he stood up, leaned over, and stretched out his hand to help Severus cut his hair .Then he smiled, leaned down slowly, and pressed his lips to Severus's, their weak but warm breaths coming together.

Let me kiss you awake, my sleeping princess.

Something started poking at his body.Tom lifted his head, dropped a finger from his robes, and the obsidian eyes opened.

"I see you're still in delirium, Tom."

Severus was unhappy again, but now Tom ignored his unrestrained tongue.

"You can't stay here all the time. I'll take you back to our original room. It's better than here."

"I can't move."

"Really? That's all right." Tom glared at him and drew his wand.

"Hey!"

Tom cast a levitating spell on Severus, and regardless of any protests, he picked up the person on the bed and walked towards the room at the end of the cellar.

He walked slowly along this familiar road, the person in his arms swayed slightly with his footsteps, and the undisguised gossip of the portraits watching along the way.

"Severus is actually a beauty, especially from the back, but he always wears that black robe and has a malicious tongue. I bet you, if he had dressed like this before, Tom would have known it ten years earlier." make him……"

"Hey!" cried Tom, stopping, and addressing the dull portraits, "that's not why I saw him!"

"Tom." Severus tried to call out to Tom, who had entered the debate, his voice was still low, so Tom of course pretended not to hear.

"Mr. Annowell, I assure you that I like Severus absolutely not because of his appearance. How can you think that I am a person who only looks at faces? He came to the Death Eaters headquarters for the first time At that time, I was amazed by his potion technique..."

"Isn't that because you cut your soul randomly at yourself at that time and needed a suppressive palliative, Mr. Demon King? You forced Severus to develop that thing for you, right? You supervised him with a wand every day, just for Can you watch him work from behind?" A portrait unceremoniously exposes Tom.

"No, ladies and gentlemen, let me tell you." Tom added a stickless "loud voice" to ensure that the portraits all over the corridor could be heard, "Severus has been my My most beloved subordinate, I never let him take part in dangerous missions. Of course - there was indeed a small accident later, but I am absolutely reluctant to touch him, if you don't believe me, you can ask him."

"Cut..." The portraits hissed in unison in the corridor.

"..."

Seeing that Tom was still chatting with the portraits while walking, the person in his arms had to pretend to be asleep and close his eyes.

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