sugar
daddy
According to Harry's recollection of the formula,
Snape quickly supplemented the complete formula of the muscle revitalizing agent and deduced it by analogy with Muggle's chemical equation.
Many of the deadlocks in his thinking were easily solved. This made Snape so excited that he immediately grabbed the notes he had previously made and began to study them.
Harry also had to force the Potions Professor out for dinner under the harsh gaze.
Dinner was fried fish steak and potato balls. Harry also made hazelnut soup and a fruit salad. Although the taste was not bad,
Harry still missed the rich variety of food on the Hogwarts table — he didn't even have to cook. However, this little bit of discomfort was still easily resolved by Harry.
Compared to Ron, who had to go door to door every weekend to weed,
Warren, who didn't get into college and was looked down upon at home every day,
Percy, who needed to retake the teacher's qualification exam, and Scott, who woke up with a married boyfriend and a daughter.
This was really just a little bit of discomfort.
The problem that made Harry feel the most suffocated was still Snape, or rather, the problem of Snape's bath.
"Potter, stop …"
It was rare to hear Snape's tone sound so nervous. Harry raised his head with a smile and showed him the plastic wrap in his hand, "Professor.
Don't worry.
I will never take advantage of you, loot a burning house, or fulfill your wish. "
Seeing Harry carefully wrap his two legs that were still in plaster with plastic wrap, Snape could only grimace and complain in his heart about Harry's idiom knowledge that he learned from Kamia.
After the waterproof measures were done, Harry helped Snape take off his shirt and helped the adult man into the bathroom.
Don't think about taking a bath for now.
Let's sit on the stool and take a shower first.
If it was said that Snape was able to accept the fact that he had served him previously,
When Harry took off only a vest and a pair of boxers and walked in, Snape completely lost his calm, "Potter, what are you doing?!"
Harry looked at the showerhead above his head and then looked at the towel in his hand. He felt that the truth was obvious.
"Helping you take a bath!" Was he going to leave Snape here and turn on the showerhead and let him take a shower for two minutes? Harry wasn't even that clumsy when washing vegetables.
"What else could I be doing?" Thinking of something that happened during the day, Harry couldn't help but smile maliciously. "Daddy?"
Snape craned his neck, but was still choked. He had discovered their father-son relationship earlier than Potter, and was even more unable to accept the similarities between himself and James Potter. Thus, he growled in a low voice, "Shut up! Don't put me in the same category as a Gryffindor with a brain full of muscles! "
Harry turned on the showerhead and signaled Snape to look back. He planned to wash his hair first.
"Professor, let me repeat: I'm not a Gryffindor right now."
Knowing that Snape, who was forced to close his eyes, must have found more than ten reasons to kick him into the Gryffindor, Harry smiled mischievously as he shampooed the old bastard's shampoo, "Also, if you don't want to be my 'daddy daddy', and I live in your house and receive your support …"
Harry leaned close to Snape's ear and held back his laughter, "In the Muggle context, you're my 'sugar'.
You're my 'sugar daddy' ~ "
Although it was the first time Snape heard this word, he could still guess the meaning from the boy's tone. He couldn't help but open his eyes slightly and met a pair of mischievous green eyes.
(Not at all like Lily …)
"It seems that in order to avoid this situation, I should send you back to the orphanage." Snape lightly threatened. He didn't want to argue with the boy on this topic.
Harry pursed his lips and obediently helped Snape wash his hair. He also washed away the bubbles in his hair.
"Professor, please raise your arm, I have to help you take off your clothes." Harry raised his hand and wiped the water droplets that flowed from his forehead to his eyes. In fact, his singlet was also soaked.
Snape frowned and didn't bother Harry to do it. He took off the last piece of clothing himself. Now he only had a towel around his waist. Harry only glanced there and began to wash Snape's back without any distractions. He found some relatively new scars on his back. Perhaps they were from the so-called car accident. Unfortunately, without the magic potion, they should be permanently left on Snape's back.
Harry was able to clear his mind, but Snape always felt that the child's strength was sometimes light and sometimes heavy. It was annoying. So when the hand reached in front of him, Snape grabbed Harry's wrist and said in a deep voice, "I can do it myself."
Harry felt that it was inconvenient. He immediately handed the towel to Snape. He took off the shower head and stood in front of the man to control the direction of the water flow.
"…" Snape paused for a moment and continued to wash.
The temperature in November was a little low, but in the narrow bathroom with hot water flowing, it was still quite warm. Harry felt that he was sweating because of the rising steam. But since he was already wet, it didn't matter.
But it didn't matter to the other person in the bathroom. The sensitive nose of an apothecary had already caught the young man's scent. It wasn't the sweetness that often appeared in romantic novels, but the freshness with a thin layer of sweat. It smelled like a sweaty apple.
The apple was unaware of all this. He was still seriously holding the shower head. His other hand was on the tile beside him, and he tilted his head slightly to avoid the water splashing into his eyes.
Snape didn't deliberately look at him, but he knew that the boy's usually messy black hair was obediently lying on his head. His green eyes that weren't covered by the lenses were thoughtfully looking at the wall. His upper teeth were slightly biting his lower lip, as if he was silently humming a song. Snape didn't deliberately look at him, but he knew. As for the waist that was clearly visible through the translucent T-shirt, the white shining thighs under the loose boxers, and the soft lines of the calves …
Snape's eyes darkened. He suddenly remembered a certain morning when he woke up in Lovegood's bed.
"Potter, close your eyes."
Snape's voice was low and hoarse. Harry obediently obeyed the order so that the man could clean himself without restraint. But soon he heard the second order, "Come here."
Huh? Holding the shower head in confusion, Harry hesitantly took half a step forward.
"Come here again."
"…?"
The boy completely forgot to open his eyes. He slowly continued to move forward until he felt that Snape was right in front of him. He still didn't understand what Snape meant.
The water column had completely soaked the potions professor's back.
Snape slightly raised his head and looked at the seemingly obedient child in front of him. His eyes were closed, his mouth was half open, and he looked confused and innocent. His wet clothes clung to his body. It was more provocative than a sex toy.
Is he deliberately provoking me? Snape maliciously guessed, then he secretly laughed and dismissed this conjecture. With Potter's style, he should be more willing to directly climb into the bed. Speaking of which, did he climb into my bed before?
So, at this moment, the ambiguity was because of me, because of the dirty thoughts in my heart.
"Prof?" Harry had already noticed that something was wrong. He felt that some kind of substantial gaze was scanning him, and the intensity was so strong that he didn't dare to guess that it was from Snape.
"Professor, are you done … Ah!"
The shower head fell to the ground, but the boy didn't withdraw his half-raised hand.
His eyes didn't open either.
So Snape's extended hand continued to explore under Harry's T-shirt. From the flat stomach to the soft waistline, every inch of his body trembled under his palm. The young man's skin wasn't as rough as his own. Although there were some scars left from a tragic childhood, the capital of youth was delicate and smooth, making people forget to go back.
(He seems to have gained a bit of weight?)
Snape calmly assessed the boy's health while observing Harry's expression. He continued to explore upward. His slender fingers first explored the boy's back, then circled around to the front, but he still didn't touch the most sensitive part.
But Harry's lower lip had been bitten until it was white. In contrast, his cheeks were as red as peach blossoms.
However, just as Snape had always been confused, it seemed that no matter what he did to the boy, the boy wouldn't resist.
Even if I stripped you naked right now, would you just tremble and take it?
Although he was curious, Snape still ended the joke before he crossed the line. He withdrew his left hand and calmly announced, "The nutrition is good, keep it up."
Harry suddenly opened his eyes and stared at the man in front of him in disbelief. "…?!"
"Turn off the hot water, I'm done." He was still as calm as a mountain.
… F * ck you, the nutrition is good!!!
Harry angrily picked up the shower head and turned off the hot water. He took out a new towel and threw it on Snape. He rushed out of the bathroom without looking back and almost tripped over Lupin who was guarding the living room.
Lupin immediately jumped up and rushed to Harry. "What's wrong? What's wrong? Why do you look so bad? Did the old snot bully you? " He had long disliked the fact that Harry had to serve Snape while he bathed. If it weren't for the limited conditions, James' grave would have collapsed because of him crying.
Harry hugged the big dog and rolled around on the carpet. He couldn't tell what he was depressed about. He only felt that Snape's rough and warm hand was still stuck to his waist. The touch was real and made him shudder. He had a hunch that this illusion wouldn't disappear anytime soon.
After drying himself and wrapping a towel around himself, Snape pushed his wheelchair out. Seeing the boy and the dog lying in the middle of the living room, he knocked on the wheelchair and said, "Excuse me, make way."
Harry hugged Lupin and rolled around again. Then, he buried his face in the dog's neck and cursed, "F * cking old b * stard!"
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