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So Harry and Hermione sat in the front yard of Parker's house until the moon was high in the sky, and they did not wait for a blue box with flames to fall from the sky,
They could only go back home in disappointment. Peter did not come out to send them off. He was holding his "cousin" who had turned into a cat and interrogating him. It seemed that his cat fetish was only getting worse.
When Harry brought Lupin through the backyard and returned to his residence,
Snape was practicing walking with his crutches, but there was no progress. The man's brows were so furrowed that they could kill flies. Harry stood aside and watched for a while,
But under Snape's warning gaze, he did not dare to step forward.
Hermione's question could be said to have subtly exposed some of Harry's dark thoughts,
So he went to Hank's studio at noon that day and ordered a pair of crutches for Snape,
Snape did not express any opinions on this, but it was obvious,
He no longer needed Harry's human crutches. In theory, this liberated Harry,
However, Harry seemed unable to deal with the sudden extra time,
While Snape was practicing walking and taking a bath, Harry could not help but poke his head out to look, or pass through the living room with dried clothes, which made him look even busier. Snape gritted his teeth,
He felt that Little Porter was like a puppy that was circling around his leg.
He dried the water and came out of the bathroom with his crutches,
Snape bumped into Harry, who was squatting in the living room feeding the dog,
He couldn't help but remind him lazily, "Potter, you're raising a wolfdog, not a pig."
Harry put down the plate with red ears. Lupin, who couldn't stand it, hurriedly ran away, not intending to get involved in the problem of adolescence encountering menopause.
"Professor, let me help you in."
"No need." Snape felt that he still needed to get used to the tools in his hands. More importantly, seeing Potter's instantly depressed expression made him feel very comfortable.
Snape walked past the depressed Harry and went straight into the bedroom. He moved himself onto the bed, turned on the bedside lamp, and first read the two replies from the research institute. After Charles connected him with the research institute, Snape sent two letters back to the Muggle experts. From the replies, the other party still approved of his ideas and pointed out two professional problems. Snape planned to think about it tomorrow.
Putting down the letters, Snape picked up the bedtime reading on the bedside table, turned to the page with a bookmark, and continued to study the problem of the three coffins.... After Snape found the joy of reading Muggle books, his savior's adopted son quickly collected a lot of mystery novels from various countries. In order to maintain his self-control as an adult, Snape only read them for entertainment before bed.
By entertainment, he meant reading without being disturbed by Harry Potter.
Harry had just taken a shower, and there was still the fragrance of water vapor and fruity shampoo in his hair. However, he couldn't resist drying the water and got into the bed that was already warmed by Snape. He mischievously stuffed a slightly cold hand into the back of Snape's collar, but it was immediately pushed away. He had no choice but to sink into the quilt and watch Snape calmly flip through the book.
"Professor, do you think it will snow today on Christmas Day?" It would be a pity if they didn't get to experience a white Christmas and had to return to Halloween. But then again, if it did snow on Christmas Day, they would have the opportunity to have countless white Christmases. While Snape was silent for a moment, Harry suddenly remembered a sentence: "One day, I watched the sunset forty-three times..."
"… Professor?" After being stunned for a moment, Harry raised his head to observe Snape's expression. This was not an easy task. Snape rarely gave Harry any expression other than sarcasm.
Feeling indignant and wronged, Harry suddenly had the guts to do something. He quietly placed his hands that had not warmed up on Snape's stomach. Finally, the man's expression changed slightly. He put down his book and held Harry's wrists with one hand. Then, he stared at him calmly without saying a word.
Harry was slow for a moment. It was not until his hands gradually warmed up that he realized what Snape was doing.
"... Professor?!"
"Don't move." Snape held Harry's hands down and picked up the book again.
However, Harry Potter was obviously not an obedient child. He was the kind of unlucky child that Snape hated the most. He wrapped his legs around Snape's thin waist and put his head on the latter's lower abdomen.
Snape just frowned when he heard the child complain pitifully, "The professor ignored me all day."
Snape rolled his eyes in his heart and thought that he might not have been that enthusiastic yesterday. However, he still mocked him, "If the savior Potter likes to chase after other people's asses, there are many people in the hospital and the orphanage who need your services."
Harry turned over and pressed his upper body on Snape's body. He said in a muffled voice, "I don't like other people, I only like the professor."
How can you take my words out of context like this? The child's hot breath blew on Snape's chest. He really couldn't read it. He had to put down the book again and tried to push Harry down.
However, Harry hugged Snape tightly and raised his head to kiss him gently on the chin. The moment the elder froze, he moved the kiss to the neck and gently licked Snape's carotid artery.
The child's seduction was inexperienced. His sharp canine teeth sometimes stung, but this was too much. Snape sighed in his heart. He used the hand that was supposed to push Harry away to press down on the child's shoulder to prevent him from being too impatient and actually biting him. Snape's other hand reached into Harry's loose pajamas and stroked him from the waistline to the back.
The boy's body was warm and beautiful. The man's strength was just right. Harry soon leaned on Snape's shoulder, panting.
Snape grabbed his chin and blocked the boy's mouth with an unreasonable kiss. It was obvious that the boy was about to spit out inappropriate words.
Snatch his breath. Snatch his reason. Snatch his soul.
The only thing Harry could do was hook his arm around Snape's neck to prevent himself from sliding down. At the same time, he couldn't help but rub against the adult male's body.
This wasn't the first time they played this kind of game.
Or rather, from the first day Harry climbed into Snape's bed, he had been subconsciously looking forward to this kind of game. Of course, the first person he flirted with was Harry, who was in the midst of puberty. But what was surprising was that Snape had never really rejected him, but was always able to take control of the situation before it got out of hand. Then, he would leave the boy to grit his teeth, while he himself would be like a climber who was far ahead, watching the people halfway up the mountain unable to advance or retreat.
It was... too vile. Harry regained some of his rationality after the kiss. Obviously, Snape was going to play the trick of "not crossing the line" again. But this time, Harry didn't intend to cooperate.
"Potter, you should sleep..." After Snape made sure that his expression was calm, he reached out his right hand to the mystery novel on the side.
But Harry, who was straddling Snape, buried his face in Snape's shirt. He grabbed Snape's right hand with one hand and reached for the Potions Professor's waist with the other.
"Potter!" Snape's expression changed. This wasn't in the rules of his game.
Harry didn't have a lot of experience in seduction, but he still had experience in self-abuse. He wanted to use his skills on Snape, but his involuntary trembling made his attempt fail.
But Merlin's flowery underwear! Snape still felt something.
And this was far beyond his expectations for this game.
"Enough, Potter!" Snape clenched his teeth and squeezed Harry's hand that was messing around. "You can move back..."
His eyes were closed. Snape's eyes darkened. The boy, who was trembling in his hand, bit his lower lip until it turned white. He also closed his eyes tightly, as if he was afraid of revealing any secrets.
How silly. Even so, Snape could clearly recall that pair of flawless green eyes. They were fresh and sealed in his memory. Even if it involved a long period of darkness, they never faded.
Snape loosened his hand, leaving a shallow white mark on Harry's wrist. Then he said calmly, "What do you want to do, Potter?"
Harry didn't open his eyes, but the trembling of his body gradually calmed down. "Professor... I don't know what to do... I know he's waiting for me outside this period of time. I know he's waiting for me in the apocalypse... But I don't want to do anything... He really knows me too well..."
Nihon tied a knot in the timeline and trapped Harry in this period of time. There was no magic, no superpowers, but there was also no war, no death. As long as he wanted to, he could have endless fun. This was really a merciful enemy.
"We can spend forty-three Christmases together..." Harry muttered as if he was talking to himself.
Snape wiped the tears on the boy's cheeks with his thumb, then pulled him into his arms and tucked him in. After a moment of silence, he revealed a mocking smile.
boy
who
wouldn’t
grow
up’？ Of course I don't mind... "
Huh? Its furry head moved a few times before it looked up blankly. Its green eyes met with Snape's disapproving gaze. After a moment of hesitation, it started to squirm restlessly. "No, no … Professor, you can't do this!"
"What?" Snape was as still as a mountain, letting Harry bite and bite.
Harry imitated a lion cub, pouncing on Snape's ear fiercely and murmuring, "If you do this again, I'll dig out your eyes and throw them away..."
Snape acted as if he didn't hear clearly. He just stuffed the boy harder into the quilt and reached out to turn off the bedside lamp.
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