HP's Wretched

Background: Just as two people have a double life, then defeat all the little monsters, and finally live together.

1. Embracing each other and falling asleep +15. Helping each other blow their hair +16. The heartbeat after getting out of the bath

"Why don't you go to bed?" Snape, who had just come out of the Floo, looked dissatisfied at Flotte, who was supposed to go to sleep, but was still sitting on the sofa in her nightgown.

Flote put down her book, got up and greeted her cohabitant: "I have never slept well without you, a humanoid sleeping pill, so I just waited for you to come back."

"Wearing the chilly nightgown in the living room, the way you greeted me was really touching. Next time, either stay inside or put on a layer of clothing."

"Got it, my dearest Mr. Snape." Flotte stood on tiptoe and gently put her arms around Snape's neck, then raised her head and pecked at the corner of his mouth. After her husband's face softened, Then he let go of his hand and said, "I've already boiled hot water for you."

A potions master who was always forced to take a bath every night resisted helplessly: "I remember that I just took a bath yesterday."

"Do you know the biggest difference between you and those colleagues in your lab?" Flott helped Snape take off his coat as he spoke, "They can huddle together, smelly, and live in single dormitories, And you, with me, have to be clean before going to bed, and I don't want to sleep smelling wormwood."

"Who just said that I am a humanoid sleeping potion? Flott, you must know that wormwood is the most important medicinal material in sleeping potions." The daily time for potions was spent on literacy.

"...Honey, you're really humorous." Flotte responded with a smirk, "But humor can't make you avoid taking a bath. Go, I'll wait for you on the bed."

……

Snape would usually put on his pajamas after his shower, but usually the kind he didn't bother to button.

Originally, Snape didn't like to go out very much. He usually stayed at home or worked in the laboratory. In addition, he personally liked to cover himself tightly, always wearing a black robe so that he could not see the sun very much. , Because of this, his skin is extraordinarily white.

Flotte especially likes the way her husband just got out of the shower. Every time she sees her, she can always feel the heat on her face, especially staring at the white and tender chest leaking out of the clothes, because only she is allowed to see such a private body. place.Tell you quietly, why she keeps forcing Snape to take a bath, in fact, part of the reason is to look at him in a fair way. Of course, Flotte will not tell Snape this idea, never meeting……

Snape sat on the head of the bed, skillfully removed the towel and waited for his wife to cast a drying spell on his hair.

"Just change your hairstyle. It's not very convenient to always have this hairstyle." Flotte took the wand from the bedside familiarly and moved it to Snape's side.

"I'm not used to changing my hairstyle."

"Try it and you'll get used to it." Flotte lightly tapped Snape's black hair with her wand, and the hair was quickly dried as the magic took effect.Flott touched Snape's hair with her hands, and she couldn't help sighing in her heart, her husband was a bit gloomy, his body was white and tender, his hair was thick and black, it seemed that Merlin really It's fair.

Flott brushed Snape's hair back with her hands, and said, "Okay, let's go to bed."

Snape turned off the lights and went to bed, then crawled under the covers.Flotte on the other side came over consciously, leaned against Snape's side, and put her arms around Snape's waist before giving up.

Snape also turned over to Flott as usual, and then stroked Flott's hair with his hands, and whispered in his wife's ear: "You don't have to worry about it. The sleeping pill of wormwood is here, go to sleep."

"OK, good night."

4. Wake-up energy of one party +27. Wrong clothes

Everyone would think that Snape, who has always been gloomy and taunting others, is the one who has the spirit of getting up. It's also quite strange, it doesn't happen every morning, because her explosion needs to be conditional...

For example, when nothing is perfect...

Flotte sat up snorting as usual, and tried to open her eyes, but she was too sleepy, and the request to open her eyes failed, so she could only close her eyes and rely on muscle memory to put her feet on the railing at the end of the bed. Clothes hooked over.

He took the clothes and simply shook them, without looking carefully, he casually put the robes on his body.Huh?It's a bit big, um, I must have lost weight, it seems that eating a diet meal at night is effective...Huh?Why is it so long?Are you short?Impossible, it must be a problem with the clothes, which have become deformed after washing too much. Anyway, the problem is definitely not her own problem. There are so many inner dramas in Flotte in the morning, but her eyes still haven't opened.

She took a long time to get dressed, and then pushed Snape who was lying next to her with her hands, which was the way of sex between the two of them.Snape, who was woken up, gradually came to his senses. He just opened his eyes and yawned. Before he got up, he witnessed a tragedy with his own eyes...

With the sound of "bang", Flotte was successfully tripped by the robe that was dragged to the ground, and after touching her head intimately with the closet, there was an "oops"...

Snape sat up quickly, and looked at Flott who was knocked awake on the ground, the way of getting up was really special.Snape couldn't restrain the upward curve of his mouth, and just when he was about to start laughing, Flotte narrowed her eyes and turned her head, staring at Snape with eyes full of resentment, Snape's mocking smile froze immediately. He wiped his face, and then took it back with a strong desire to survive.

Like a bomb that was about to explode, Flotte angrily took off the wrong robe she was wearing. The whole process had no image at all, then crumpled the robe into a ball and threw it into a corner of the room. Without even looking at her, she tore off her clothes and left the bedroom.

Snape stared at the rumpled and splayed robe in the corner...it was a freshly laundered robe, and it looked like he had to cast another spell to iron the folds.

……

Snape got dressed and came to the dining room. When he picked up the Daily Prophet, he glanced at Flott who was making breakfast. Sure enough, his wife was angrily cooking with the fried eggs in the pan. Struggle, the mold next to the pot deeply reflected that Fluote wanted to make fried eggs in the shape of a five-pointed star this morning.

"Fried eggs are for eating, it doesn't matter what shape they are. There's no need to deliberately request..." Snape had already tried very hard to restrain the irony in his words, but as the aura of resentment around Flott became more and more As it got stronger and stronger, Snape's voice of righteous words also gradually weakened.

Snape always felt that Flott was going to slap him in the face in a second, so he should go back to sit at the table and read the newspaper...

Snape looked at the three crooked fried eggs on his plate spread out on toast, and if he hadn't just glimpsed the five-pointed star mold, he would never have admitted that his wife wanted to fry the eggs in the shape of a five-pointed star. .

However... When Snape shifted his gaze to Flott's plate, a regular white and tender five-pointed star fried egg was being spread on Flott's toast...

Flott also noticed Snape's probing gaze, smiled extremely softly, and said in a soft voice: "The first three are not cooked, my dear, you won't dislike it, right? You said Yes, fried eggs are for eating, don't care about the shape!"

Snape decided that from now on, he would always use the principle that silence is golden in the morning, because you never know how bad your wife can get up today...

21. Looking at the stars on the roof + 23. Discussing about children.

"Hey, the stars in the city are not as bright as those in the suburbs. I really miss the stars in Hogwarts." Flott lay on the deck chair on the roof, and said to Snape who was using astrology to create a spell, "Or Hogwarts?" Gwartz's astrologer is good for seeing the stars."

"Haven't seen enough in the last lifetime?" Snape said, stopping what he was doing.

"Not enough. In the previous generation, I always went to you to be dazed. You never took the initiative to watch the stars with me."

"You haven't said it, I can't take your soul from you, right?"

Tsk, it's as if I said that your old man is here, she's kind and doesn't expose it.Flote lazily put her arms behind her head, and said, "There is a saying in astrology, after a person dies, there will be an extra star in your astrolabe, and that star is your soul."

"It's just that astrologers comfort those who have lost their loved ones and give them another sustenance." It was still Snape who liked to talk to death.

Flott has lived with Snape for so long and has already gotten used to him like this, so she still said to herself: "You said in the last life, after we both died, would someone look up at the sky to remember us? .”

"I don't think students who only have Quidditch and girlfriends on their minds would spare their minds for such nonsense."

"Ha, it's been a long time since I heard you satirizing students. I really miss the time when we were professors in my previous life. But it's good now, you are free to research in the laboratory, and I do small business to pass the time. It's good." Fu Lott exhaled, she is really happy now, "You said that when we have a child, will we return to the state of professors?"

"If the child is as gifted at frying pots as her mother is, I'd choose to have another one."

"Yes, anyway, if you don't crawl out of your stomach, you just move your mouth. My son, just fry the crucible, and I will buy a crucible for him to fry. Anyway, he has a father who specializes in cleaning up potion messes, Right, Severus?"

"It seems that my private laboratory can't be kept..."

25. Drunk + 30. Fuck ~ sheets

Following a burst of green fire, Snape and Flott, who was being supported and swaying, came out of the fireplace.

"Ah! I'm home!" Flotte yelled with a strange blush on her face as soon as she stepped out of the fireplace, then casually flicked her silver high-heeled shoes on the carpet, regardless of Snapela not holding her back. sit.

"Flott, get up, let's go to bed, you've had too much to drink." Snape didn't dare to pull Flott up for fear of hurting her too much.

"I'm not drunk, how can I be drunk after drinking fruit juice!" Flotte shouted coquettishly.

…Juice, talking about it, Snape wanted to blow up Malfoy Manor, and put wine on the table, not some high-concentration fruit-flavored wine. Not only does it look like juice, but it also tastes sour and sweet It's sweet but doesn't taste like alcohol... I don't know how much Flote drank by mistake to become like this.

Snape unbuttoned his suit a few times, then squatted down, and patiently said to Flott: "Go to bed, don't sit here."

"Why should I sleep with you?"

"Because you are Mrs. Snape."

"Then do you love your wife?"

"Love. Why don't I love my wife."

"Then why didn't you love me earlier in your last life! Every year to see... to see what's the name? Oh, yes! Lily Evans! You go to worship her every year, even though she has been dead for so many years Even if her son is in school, you still love her so much! Do you know how envious I am?" Flote's drunken thoughts were already confused.

Snape still coaxed patiently: "That was before, I owed their family a debt, I was guilty, so I have to atone for it."

"Then why do you pretend that you don't know anything when you clearly see that I like you?"

"I'm not that self-righteous."

"Excuse! Hmph! The time I knew you was shorter than that of Lily, but I stayed with you for a long time! If you hadn't forced you in the end, you wouldn't admit that you have me in your heart! Yes... yes, I'm not as beautiful as Lily, not as sunny as Lily, not as kind as Lily...but..." The drunk Flotte carefully thought about her own advantages, "but...but my breasts are bigger than Lily's!"

"..." If Malfoy Manor wasn't leveled tomorrow, he would be sorry for what he suffered tonight.

"Did you say it? Say it! Do you think my breasts are bigger than hers!"

"..." No matter what Snape said, he was also a gentleman in this respect, how could he discuss this kind of issue, even with his wife!No, if you discuss other women's breasts with your wife, you will die faster, "Flotte, be obedient, get up, and I'll make you a hangover medicine."

"Ah! You didn't answer me! You don't love me anymore..."

Snape felt that he had lived two lifetimes, even if he faced the Dark Lord before, he didn't have such a headache now.

"If you don't love it, don't love it. Anyway, I still love you... just like the last life..." Flotte murmured softly, then raised her head, looked at Snape with shining eyes, and continued , "Do you know why I like you?"

Snape pursed his lips, he didn't know whether to answer the question.

"Actually, I don't know why, and I don't know when it started. Maybe... maybe it was you who pulled me up from the cold ground when I was most desperate, and you were the one who accompanied me through my worst days. When I was in pain, it was you who saved me again and again, and every time I opened my eyes, you were by my side and supported me... If you don’t love me, don’t love me, anyway, you don’t have too many thoughts , I just want to simply accompany you..." Flotte sat up on her knees, the red evening dress on her body was creased by her nonsense, "I just think that Lily Evans has already rested in peace. As long as other women are alive, they are all no match for me, why do you think I am so miserable! After falling in love with someone, I still have to fight with a dead man! How can a dead man fight!"

Snape sighed helplessly, no matter what, the mistakes he made had already been paid for in his last life, and in this life he should only have Flotte in his heart...

"Okay, we're getting far." Flotte said suddenly, "Back to the original topic, you! Snape! Tell me! Are my breasts bigger than Lily's!"

... Destroying the atmosphere created by oneself, this kind of stupid thing can only be done by the drunk and crazy Flotte.

"Yes yes yes..." Snape finally compromised.

"Then do you love me or not?"

"Love……"

"If you said that earlier, it's over. It took a long time! Come on, come here!" Flott waved at Snape, "Come closer."

Snape was a little puzzled, but as long as he could coax Flott to the bed and let him cook the potion, he could go over there.

Just when Snape moved closer to within ten centimeters, Flotte put her arms around Snape's neck, then leaned against Snape's neck and kissed Snape.In an instant, the fruity aroma filled the whole mouth...

Flotte was not a twitchy master, but now she was more active and domineering with the strength of alcohol, and directly started to tear the buttons on Snape's chest.

Originally, Snape was going to refuse. After all, Flott drank so much wine, if he didn't drink some medicine at night, he would have a headache tomorrow. However... accompanied by Flott's emotional hum when kissing, this last Sanity has completely disappeared.

Where are they now?on the carpet?Carpet... very good, new try, this is Flotte's last thought...

(The little yellow book with [-] characters is omitted here)

The next morning.

Flotte supported her sore waist, and twisted Snape angrily: "You are taking advantage of others!"

Snape: "..."

The author has something to say:

This is a welfare chapter for Lofter fans who have passed the hundred, and it is mainly because I am tired of writing the text, so I will give out some candy for a change of taste.

There is no connection between the extra episode and the main text, and I will not tell you if there is any connection, hahahahahahaha