HP's Wretched

"I don't think I need to drink potions at all." Flott, who was sitting on the table with her legs crossed, watched Snape continue to add unpleasant potion ingredients into the cauldron, her expression was not happy .

"If you're only talking about jumping up and down to rebel, you really don't need to drink any more medicine." Snape cast a dissatisfied glance at Flott, who was sitting on the table in his way, "but for the sake of you not to Yelling at me that this hurts and that hurts, it is necessary to drink the current potion."

... She has been drinking for half a month to recuperate, and her taste buds almost completely lost their function when eating dinner today.

Looking at the cauldron that was still bubbling in front of her eyes, Flotte worried: "Seriously, isn't this room built for a mistress of a legendary headmaster? Why is there a potion table?"

"It used to be a dressing table, because there was no potions laboratory in the principal's office, so this room was requisitioned by me."

"..." She could have had a big dresser full of her bottles and now... a pile of jars filled with disgusting potion ingredients.

Forget it, since she is a person whose name has been removed from the world, it would be nice to have an independent house to live in.

From the pile of bottles and jars on the table, Flott picked out the potion she was most familiar with - African snake skin.The reason she was familiar with it was not because she knew much about the curative effect of this drug, but because this crap once nearly caused her to blow up a cauldron, the kind in front of Snape.

It is impossible for her to forget that incident until now, the potion tutoring near OWLS in the fifth grade, that nightmare tutoring, tsk.

Flotte played with the jar in her hand, muttering, "Am I going to never leave your office again?"

"I gave a fake corpse to the Dark Lord pretending to be you, but that doesn't mean you can't continue to exist in this world with another identity."

"It doesn't matter whether I change my identity or not. If I go out with this face, Professor McGonagall will have to kill me first. At that time, I really thought that I..."

Snape didn't want Flott to mention what happened that day again, so before Flott finished speaking, he interrupted directly: "Dumbledore said he would explain this matter to McGonagall."

"How can a portrait of him become more versatile than a real person day by day?"

"When he was alive, he was as annoying as an alarm clock every day, so in my opinion, the portrait is no different from the real person, of course, except that the portrait can't eat his sweet and greasy snacks."

As soon as Snape finished his sarcasm, he began to look for the material bottle filled with African snake skin on the table.I didn't see it after scanning for a long time, and just about to ask Flote, when I turned my head, I saw the material bottle that I had been looking for for a long time shaking in Flote's hand.

With a jump in his eyebrows, he reached out and snatched the material bottle from Flotte's hand.

Seeing the chattering in her hand, Flotte couldn't help but flatten her mouth, but soon picked up another potion bottle in a very natural way and continued to play in her hand, which was extremely provocative.

Snape gritted his molars, and was about to express his dissatisfaction, but when he looked at Flotte in front of him, he was slightly stunned.

The other party was sitting on the table wearing a red robe and pajamas, his usually high coiled hair was hanging down at this time, reflecting the candlelight in the room, he was completely no longer as shrewd and arrogant as in the past, but he was acting like a rascal with a bit of an inch. Some are delicate, but they are quite...

Snape immediately swallowed back the second half of the sentence in his mind, withdrew his gaze abruptly, turned his head to stare at the cauldron, and returned to his usual indifferent expression.

He opened the material bottle in his hand, and skillfully took out a piece of African snake skin. In order to restore the previous appearance as soon as possible, and not wanting Flott to see the clue, Snape deliberately said in a cold tone: "A table is not a chair. , Potion ingredients are not toys, it is too difficult to distinguish these facts, even a three-year-old child can't do it, and you can't do it either."

Flote was not willing to listen to these words.She has been sitting here for almost half an hour. She has nothing to do and likes to play with potion ingredients. This is a small problem that has existed more than ten years ago. I have never seen so many opinions in the past. Why is it getting dark now? face off.

"Tsk, cheapskate." Flotte muttered, "I can't tell the difference, but some people can't tell the difference between the potions laboratory and other people's houses! They boil medicine in my room at night. , what happened to me sitting at the table in my room?"

"Your house? Now I'm starting to feel a sense of belonging, and I don't know who didn't want to stay here just now." Flott was not happy here, and Snape also liked to pick up conversations, and many times the quarrels started like this .

However, today's quarrel made Snape, who was distracted just now, completely unable to concentrate, so the whole piece of African snake skin...

"I didn't say I didn't want to, don't take it out of context here, I'm... Hey, Severus, shouldn't the African snake skin be chopped up and thrown in?"

...Chop it up and throw it in... Snape looked down at the cauldron, and sure enough, the intact African snake skin was slowly submerged in the green potion with sparkles...

After Snape fully reacted, his first move was to pull Flott off the table and hold her in his arms.

It was too late to say it, even if it was a second late, the two of them would probably have to face to face with the flying crucible fragments.With the sound of "bang", the potion master's first show of frying the crucible was perfectly presented in front of Flott's eyes.

Flott, who was pressed against Snape's chest, could even clearly hear the sound of Snape gritting his molars.She knew what this meant to a potions master, and what a sad thing it was, but...

Flotte still couldn't hold back her "puchi" laugh, and then she nestled into Snape's arms until she trembled with laughter.

Merlin!Snape actually blew up the cauldron!

Looking at Flotte who was already laughing uncontrollably in his arms, Snape was sure that the person in his arms was not splashed by the flying potion.With a dark face, he pulled out his wand and cleaned up the damage on the table, as well as the traces of the potion splashed on the ground, plus the ones on his body and hair, fortunately, there were not many...

"You're not burned, are you?" Flotte, who sensed Snape's movements, remembered the serious business, and quickly raised her head to confirm.

Snape shook his head, but he was thinking about whether to give Flott a forgetfulness.

He was ashamedly thinking of covering up the dark history, Flott laughed after confirming that Snape was fine, completely oblivious to the fact that she was still in the arms of the person she was laughing at.

Flott smiled and raised her hand to wipe off the traces of the potion on Snape's face, and her tone was full of complacency: "It turns out that the master of potions can also blow up the cauldron, this time it's not my fault. I don't have anything... um..."

Before Flotte finished speaking, someone blocked her mouth...

For a moment, Flotte felt unconscious, the only thing she could feel was the temperature around her mouth and two heartbeats of the same frequency.

This kiss seemed to be very restrained, without the purpose of conquering the city, and there was no further movement. It was just a gentle touch, but it was enough to stir up waves in Flott's heart.

However, before Flote could fully react from the sluggish state, the scent of potion that Flott liked left from the tip of Flott's nose.

Now... what's going on here?Should she do something?But what to do!

Flotte raised her eyes and met Snape's eyes, the black eyes that were usually unwilling to hold anything, now clearly reflected her reflection.

The heartbeat that had just missed two beats picked up speed again at this moment. Flotte wanted to raise her hand to caress Snape's brow and eyes, but before she touched Snape's hand, Snape grabbed it tightly. He held it in his palm, and the hand on Flotte's waist was also gently moved forward, and the two of them were pressed together again.

Snape lowered his head and kissed Flott again. Compared with the extremely restrained kiss just now, this kiss at this time was almost out of control. He sucked the warmth on his lips, and It was easy to slip into the mouth that had never been fortified, and unscrupulously ingested the flavor that belonged to Fluote.

Their bodies are very close, their faces are also very close, and even their breaths have gradually merged together.

Flott's whole body was in Snape's arms, but the hand held by Snape broke free, and instead hugged Snape's neck, pulling the distance between them It couldn't be any closer.

The breathing of the two of them was getting hotter and hotter, and no one was willing to say unnecessary things anymore, but couldn't help feeling the slight trembling of each other's bodies and the lingering touch on the tip of their tongues.

Unknowingly, Snape hugged Flott and gradually retreated to the potion table they had escaped just now.With the lips pulled away for a moment, Snape hugged Flott to the table, made her lips level with his, and then sent out another passionate kiss that was just as demanding.

There is no shackles of tasks, no annoyance of war, no worries about life and death, and some are just the affection that has been accumulated for a long time and finally expressed.

Flott's face gradually turned red, and her slightly trembling eyelashes were also wet from the mist in her eyes. Her hands around Snape's neck never let go, and even her legs dangling by the table gradually became wrapped around Snape's waist.She was afraid, very afraid in her heart, afraid that this kiss was just an unrealistic fantasy, afraid that this person in front of her might be separated from her forever anytime, anywhere.Flotte hugged and hugged her tightly, as if this is the only way to prove that the person in front of her will always be hers.

The passionate kiss began to gradually get out of control, neither of them seemed willing to stop at this point, Snape held the hand on Flott's waist and slowly stroked forward, reaching the belt of the pajamas around Flott's waist.

The pajamas were already tied loosely, as if he could easily open the pajamas to his arms with just a few flicks, but just as Snape was pulling the bow for a while, his hands suddenly stopped, and his body moved Also followed by a stagnation.

Flott's emotions were still completely immersed in the kiss just now, so when Snape's movements froze and pulled away from the kiss, Flott even felt that his soul was taken away with him.

"What's the matter? Why did it stop." Flotte in the past probably never dreamed that she would use such a trembling and cautious tone to ask a man such a sentence.

Snape put his hand back on Flott's shoulder, panting slightly, as if he was trying to calm down the excitement just now, and even the lustful eyes became darker visible to the naked eye, Flott knew it was him Use Occlumency again!

Merlin!He actually used Occlumency at this time!

If Snape didn't speak again now, Flott might really die of anger: "We can't do this, your body hasn't recovered yet, and..."

"and?"

"Flotte, I told you, I... I'm not prepared to live after the war, so I can't give you..."

"Give me what? Promise?" Flotte's voice was very small, as if two people were whispering, "I don't know the date of my death, you don't know the date of your death, we don't even know when the war will start You know, we can't know tomorrow, we can't know the future, so you think I still care about your promise, Severus."

Flott raised her hand and brushed the hair that Snape was beating on her cheek behind her ears, then stroked his cheek and said, "I don't care about promises, I only care about the present, Severus."

Flott's words made Snape's eyes flash, but then he tried to become deep again, and opened his mouth after hesitation: "But I... I can't give you a title... "

This hesitant sentence made Flotte, who was still angry just now, laugh, and it was still the kind of laugh that could make you laugh out loud.

Looking at Flotte in his arms, he laughed inexplicably again, and the usually calm and calm dean of the Snake Yard felt flustered and ashamed for the first time.

After Flott laughed enough, she moved her body forward and leaned close to Snape, and said into Snape's ear, "Professor Snape, no matter how you count, it's just us at this moment. It's the first date between the two of you, so isn't it a little early to talk about the status? In other words, it's a little early to propose."

With the intoxicating wind blowing in her ears, but the words that could make Snape's face sink in an instant, Flotte is really a contradictory person.

"Besides, Professor Snape, if you are talking about title, you have already given me an identity, Principal Snape's mistress, don't deny it, all Death Eaters admit it, ha."

The blush on Snape's face that had just been brought on by lust had completely disappeared at this moment, and for some reason, looking at Snape's black face, Flotte's heart was even more excited.

Just as Snape was about to open his mouth to refute, Flotte interrupted rightly, "As for you still want to use my body as an example, I'm fine. As my personal doctor, you will know it!"

The categorical conclusion leaves no room for refutation. After the words were finalized, Flotte hooked the legs around Snape's waist towards her, and wrapped her arms around Snape's neck again, and then said nothing. Not to mention, he took the initiative to kiss Snape.

If it wasn't for a table as a fulcrum, Flotte would have been entwined directly on Snape's body, but the two who fell into the kiss again obviously never noticed how close they were.

With the experience just now, Flotte's tongue was so familiar that she pried it into Snape's mouth smoothly, and found her lingering partner, but just when she thought Snape would resist something, Snape Nepu actually accepted everything according to the order, it really was a duplicity!

However, when Flott was not happy about her attack, a burst of pain awakened Flott's complacency. It turned out that the tip of her tongue was lightly bitten by Snape, as if to punish her for what she just said. Then, the intensity of sucking his lips gradually increased, forcing Flote's attack back to his own territory, directly turning back to the guest.

Flott didn't care about Snape's overbearing, but was still immersed in this intimacy.

Snape's hand returned to Flott's pajamas belt again, but this time with a slight twitch, the whole pajamas was fiddled with and opened his arms to him.

His hand slipped over the pajamas and caressed Flott's waist, and then slowly moved upwards. With each step of Snape's hand, Flott's brain sank a bit.

Flott's lips left Snape, her expression was full of displeasure caused by unfairness, she let go of the hand around Snape's neck, and began to pick up the buttons on Snape's collar impatiently, But Snape's hand was still lingering on Flott's waist.

Seeing that she has been exposed so nakedly in front of the other party, but the other party is still well-dressed, Flotte's tone is obviously full of resentment: "Why did you kiss me first, but in the end you acted like I took the initiative? Same."

"In reality, that's how it is."

As soon as the words fell, Snape kissed Flott's neck, and then kissed all the way down from the neck to the chest, and finally lingered on the bright red bud.

In exchange for this stimulation, Flotte whimpered and continued to tug on Snape's robe in a disorderly manner.

The buttons were finally torn off impatiently, and Snape seemed to be very cooperative with Flotte's tugging, finally leaking his chest.

Snape's kiss from top to bottom hit Flott's brain like a burst of electricity, and now she was so limp that she was almost clinging to Snape's arms around her.

"Go to bed!" These were the words Flotte said with what little sanity she had left.

"Hurry up."

Flott's legs were tightly wrapped around Snape's waist, and her arms were also tightly wrapped around Snape's neck. The two of them moved from the table to the bed almost seamlessly.

During the process, Flott's useless but extremely obstructive nightgown was left on the floor, and Snape's clothes were also the same after Flott was put on the bed, he straightened up slowly and calmly piece off.

Even when Flott was thick-skinned, such moments were always shy, especially when someone like Snape was clearly trying to torture her to undress.Dissatisfied, she got up and bit Snape's lip, and pulled the whole body towards her.

Just as Snape was about to turn off the lights in the whole room with his hand, Flotte grabbed the hand that snapped his fingers.

"Don't turn off the lights, I want to be able to watch you."

Snape folded his hands and placed them on both sides of Flott's body, then bent down and kissed Flott's forehead, eyes, nose tip, and finally stayed on his lips, and then a soul-deep kiss was engraved on the two of them. heart.

His hand ignited a series of electric currents on her body wantonly, every time he moved to a place, every touch, every kneading could get Flote's emotional sobs.Snape was enjoying Flott's lustful look at this moment, without the usual pampering, and without that irritating expression of unrepentant expression after the incident, some just trembled at the corners of his lips at his fingertips without any hesitation. The look of defenseless desire.

Flott raised her hand to stroke Snape's face, this time the stroking was not a caress between lovers, but gently pushed Snape's face, trying to make him turn his head away and stop using it. This scrutiny looked at himself.

Snape was amused by Flott's childish behavior, he took Flott's hand that was pushing his face, and raised it over Flott's head to control it, and then stopped admiring as Flott wished. Instead of this posture dyed red by lust, Flotte bent down and continued to fan the flames on her body.

His hand caressed Flott's inner thigh, and his lips were printed on Flott's abdomen. With the rush of blood, his hand finally covered the sensitive area under the briefs.

He kissed Flotte's lips lightly again, and with the other hand, he easily removed the last piece of fabric.His hands rubbed inside, caressing the most sensitive areas and making circular motions in between.

Flott's mouth was blocked by Snape's lips, every cry she wanted to vent was blocked by Snape on purpose, Flott could only hug Snape's back tremblingly There is no other way to prevent yourself from falling completely out of pleasure.She endured Snape's teasing and love again and again.

All the signs were telling Snape that the time was ripe, something hard was gradually reaching the center of Flott, and the heat brought to each other was enough to burn their wills.

"Severus, do you... care about me?" Flotte didn't ask if you love me, because she didn't need it, caring was enough.

Snape brushed away the broken hair from Flott's cheeks as usual, then leaned down and whispered into Flott's ear the most touching and satisfying words she had ever heard in her life: "I have always cared about you, now Even in the future, even more than caring, I love you, Flotte."

I love you... Flote never thought of getting these three words, and never believed that she could still get the word "love" in this life. In an instant, her foggy eyes became completely moist. She opened her mouth equally tremblingly and said, "I love you too, Severus."

Snape leaned over and kissed the teardrops that fell down Flott's cheeks, and said with a light smile: "Someone said just now that it was our first date, and I don't want my date to be moved to tears the first time. full face."

Hearing that the other party was laughing at her tears, Flotte wiped her face fiercely twice, then glared at Snape and said, "Stop talking nonsense! I order you to hurry... come in quickly, I want you!"

Snape gnawed a bright red mark on the collarbone of the man who was pressed under him and still gave orders, and the hardness that had already reached the center and was ready was also accurate at the moment when the mark was branded. He pushed himself in, and then plunged in as deep as he could.

Stuck in, pulled out, moans came out of Flott's mouth as if he couldn't control it, his rhythm was uneven, but every node could be captured by Flott's body, and then slowly Slowly catching up, as if the bodies of the two fit into one.

In order to enter more deeply, Snape picked up Flott and supported him, and Flott still hugged Snape tightly and flew up to the clouds step by step. A climactic node.

"Severus, I... did I just... break your... Occlumency, uh... that kiss."

"Yes." A short answer, because the owner of the voice was currently biting the ear of the person in his arms.

"So...am I the only...one who broke your brain...Occlumency."

"I think so."

Hearing the affirmative answer, Flotte, who was sitting up and down on Snape's body, couldn't help chuckling.

"Then... if I perform insanity on...you now, do you think I will...um...success?"

"As usual, you have too many questions, but I don't think my brain will ever be able to defend you again."

Flott was satisfied with Snape's answer, but still pinched the soft flesh around Snape's waist coquettishly: "Then I... I'm insane... What will I see when I take my mind?"

"You, it's all you..."

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Flotte limply lay on Snape's chest, resentfully remembering the guarantee she had given her health just now: Tsk, I shouldn't say that I'm fine, I'm so exhausted!

She pinched Snape with a satisfied face, and incidentally raised her head and gave him a sideways glance.

"Severus, do you find it strange?"

Snape didn't understand where Flott's brain circuit jumped: "What's so strange?"

"It's just us... us... you know, don't you think it's weird?"

"No."

"Tsk, the strangest thing is not being weird. Others say that it's always strange to have sex with friends. You said that we have been friends for so many years. Why are you so...uh...so natural?"

"Maybe... We have been friends for more than ten years, and we are not as close as we imagined..."

"Makes sense..."