Kamia, who didn't realize that she had left anything behind, went back to her room to take a bath after giving Harry a quilt.
After soaking in hot water, she walked out with wet white hair. Xenophilius, who was reviewing a few manuscripts, quickly put down the manuscripts.
He brought a big towel over.
He sat by the bed and dried Kamia's hair.
Kamia, who was drowsy from being served, was too lazy to open her eyes. Xenophilius took off her sleeping shoes and tucked her under the quilt. After Kamia found a comfortable position on the pillow, she habitually curled up. From Xenophilius's perspective, Kamia looked at Kamia.
This was the sleeping posture of a baby.
Xenophilius dimmed the light. He sat under the light and finished reading a few manuscripts.
Then he walked to the other side of the bed, lifted the corner of the quilt, and lay down gently. He turned off the light and was about to fall asleep.
However, he found that Kamia, who was next to him, didn't seem to be sleeping well. Her back was slightly trembling. He hesitated for two seconds.
Xenophilius got up and pushed his wife's shoulder. He asked softly, "Kamia?"
It wasn't a big movement, but it woke Kamia up instantly.
She opened her eyes wide and panted in the dark.
At the same time, she hugged her knees tightly in front of her. Xenophilius frowned slightly when he saw this.
He used a little force to move Kamia's shoulder so that she was facing him.
Then he put an arm under her neck.
The other arm wrapped around her body.
In this way, Kamia was embedded in Xenophilius's arms in a relatively safe position. This seemed to calm her down.
After Kamia calmed down, she closed her eyes and reached out a hand to grab Xenophilius's back. This way, the distance between the two was closer. They could almost hear each other's heartbeat. Xenophilius breathed a sigh of relief. He gently stroked her back and quietly adjusted his position so that Kamia could lie in a more comfortable position. He knew that although his young wife wasn't interested in intimate contact, she didn't reject physical contact such as hugging. She even relied on it.
Unlike the intimacy of Lovegood and her husband downstairs, Snape and Harry were lying on the same bed in the guest room, but they were clearly separated. Although the bed was only so big and the distance between the two couldn't be too big, the boundary was as clear as the Berlin Wall.
Snape's breathing seemed to have evened out half an hour ago, but Harry couldn't sleep even after counting sheep. His back hurt from sleeping so straight. He didn't bring a change of clothes, and he didn't dare to sleep naked next to Snape, so he washed and dried the T-shirt he wore during the day and wore it as his pajamas. However, the T-shirt fit well, so the length was only slightly above his waist. This made Harry's naked thighs and calves feel uncomfortable under the quilt.
Harry didn't fall asleep until it was almost two o 'clock in the morning. Then, he unconsciously turned his back to Snape and rolled away some of the quilt. The alert Potions Professor woke up immediately. He pulled back Harry and the quilt that rolled to the side of the bed before he closed his eyes and went back to sleep.
Harry didn't know if it was the shock from watching the Milky Way last night or the nervousness from sleeping in the same bed as the Potions Professor, but before seven o 'clock, Harry woke up naturally, accompanied by the unique distress of a adolescent boy. Harry buried his face into the pillow and gripped the sheets, trying to wait for Little Hus to calm down.
But! Behind him, Snape's body temperature could almost be transmitted to his body through the thin quilt. Harry gently took a breath and tried not to think about the swelling between his legs. He was surprised to find that it was not under his control. It was still arrogant and full of itself.
Harry cursed under his breath and tightly gripped the quilt in front of him. His calves rubbed against the sheets, but it didn't relieve the discomfort. However, experience told him that it was best not to reach out and touch it …
"To hell with Potter!" The curse that suddenly sounded in Harry's ears scared him. He instantly tensed up, and then he sadly found out that he was exposed to Snape's voice.
When he woke up, he found a Potter lying beside him and committing suicide. (Little Hus: No!) This was a nightmare that Snape could not have predicted. Thinking about how Old Potter had been chasing after Lily when he was younger than Snape, Snape's mood worsened.
"Clean yourself up." With a dark face, Snape got up, put on his coat, and went out, giving Harry some space to "solve the problem".
Lovegood and her husband didn't seem to have woken up yet. As a guest, Snape could only sit on the sofa in the living room and grab a random magazine to pass the time. However, ten minutes later, he angrily found that the magazine was full of nonsense. Part of his anger was cursing Lovegood and her husband, and the other part was directed at the shameless little Potter.
After cleaning himself and his clothes, Harry walked downstairs in fear. He stood on the stairs and saw Snape's ugly face. For a moment, he didn't know what to do. Should he try to please him with a smile? Or should he just go and apologize? But Harry, who still had some sense, felt that he didn't do anything wrong. Twelve or thirteen years old was the age when boys were sexually active. morning
Glory (English slang for "chenbo") or something like that, he couldn't control it at all.
So in the end, Harry chose to pretend as if nothing happened and asked, "Professor, what do you want to eat for breakfast?" Well, although it was still a little awkward when it happened next to Snape, it also meant that his body was still in good shape.
Snape just stared gloomily at the boy who had just turned thirteen and didn't say a word. He glanced at the boy's slim height, flat waist, and soft calves under casual shorts. This morning, this pair of calves accidentally rubbed against his body …
Harry, who felt uncomfortable under Snape's stare, shrunk his neck and said carelessly, "Then I'll just make something random!" Then he hid in the kitchen.
When the flustered Xenophilius and the lazy Kamia came downstairs, Harry had already fried eggs and made sandwiches on the table.
Kamia yawned and sat in her seat. She chuckled and said, "I told you Harry is a diligent and good boy."
Xenophilius, who was a little embarrassed, could only praise Harry's outstanding cooking skills.
Kamia cut the sandwiches with a knife and said with a faint smile, "I just saw Harry help us wash the sheets. Isn't that diligent enough?"
Harry buried his head in the plate and didn't look up again.
After breakfast, Harry still had to go back to the Shack to say goodbye to Weisles and his family before returning to London. Kamia also went with them to pick up her two daughters. When they arrived at the Shack, they found Weisles and his family still having breakfast. Molly even invited them to try Weisles's secret meat pie again. Snape, of course, said that he didn't need it. Harry, however, knew that Molly's meat pie was very delicious, so he squeezed beside Ron and asked for half of the pie.
After sitting down, Harry found that his good friend had suddenly become dispirited overnight. Thinking of his own embarrassing experience in the morning, he was a little confused. Had Ron also grown up?
Ron pulled Harry aside and complained in a low voice, "I've had enough! That little viper actually kicked me down three times in one night because she disliked me for snoring! "Until now, his tailbone still hurt! Ron fiercely glared at Drac, who was drinking porridge in a refined manner, and received a sneer.
Oh, I see. Harry's "I have a son who has just grown up" expression immediately changed to one of indifference.
Hearing that Harry and Snape were going back to London, Drac said that she intended to go with them. He could use the fireplace in Spider Tail Alley to return to Malfoy Manor. Snape tacitly agreed. Harry looked at Hermione again, wanting to ask her if she wanted to go with them, but seeing that Hermione was seriously eating, he didn't say anything.
Snape had already connected the fireplace to Weisles's house, so they could directly use the floo powder to go back. Drac went first, and Harry said goodbye to everyone again before grabbing the floo powder. At this time, Kamia suddenly came forward and rubbed his head, smiling. "Don't get lost halfway." Harry was stunned for a moment, then walked into the fire and threw down the floo powder. "Spider Tail Alley No. 19."
Rolling out of the fireplace, Harry saw Drac sitting upright on the sofa reading a book. Snape came out later, and seeing that he was still sitting on the ground foolishly, he frowned and said, "Potter, why aren't you getting lost and tidying yourself up?"
Drac looked with interest at Harry's face alternating between red and white. Finally, he got up with a complicated expression and stumbled upstairs. She thought to herself, Why does this savior seem a little different?
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