HP: Embrace the Darkness

After finally finishing a long speech, Snape pursed his dry lips.

Afterwards, he realized that the people around him were looking at him with burning eyes that seemed to be swallowing him whole.

"What are you looking at?"

He frowned slightly, moved his body uncomfortably, and tried to break away from Asseth's hand.

Avoid this overly-presence sight.

Aces cooperated with him and let go of his hand, lowering his eyes to eliminate the burning in his eyes.

When he looked up again, he had regained his previous level of advance and retreat.

He raised his hand and handed Snape a glass of water he had taken out from nowhere.

"I'm looking at a genius who is the best in the world of potions."

Without the burning eyes, Snape relaxed a little, took the water with a smile, and took a few sips.

"I don't know why, but this sentence always sounds a bit sarcastic when it comes out of your mouth."

"how come?"

Aces deliberately widened his eyes, pretending to be surprised.

"I have met so many people, including me, but no one can compete with you in potions."

Snape snorted coldly and just wanted to pour the water in his hand on the head of this ungrateful person.

"If you could show mercy and spend half of the energy you spend on alchemy on potions, your current achievements would not be much worse than mine."

"I don't think so."

Aces made a rare rebuttal to Snape's words.

“Being able to reach this point depends not only on talent, but also on interest and persistence.”

"In every aspect, Sif, you are much better than me."

Artes has never been stingy when it comes to praising Snape. Unlike other people's flattery, his sincerity and sincerity are clearly written on his face and engraved in his eyes.

Therefore, even a man like Snape, who has seen a lot of flattery, can't stand it.

His eyes were lifted up and fell into the air, deliberately not looking into those beguiling eyes.

Snape didn't look at him, and Artes was not discouraged and said the last words with great piety.

"I always maintain one point of view - Sif, you are a priceless treasure in the potions world."

Snape was so surprised by the overly high evaluation that he forgot about his previous idea of ​​"avoiding his gaze" and turned his head to look at Artes.

At this glance, he fell into the vortex in his eyes and saw the deep-rooted love that meandered in it.

It is also my treasure.

The unspoken monologue quietly leaked out from those twinkling peach eyes.

The next second, in Asseth's peripheral vision, the tips of the Potion Master's ears exposed from his black hair were dyed an imaginary red bit by bit.

Is there something wrong with my eyes?

This stimulation was so great that Artes was speechless for a moment and stared at the tip of Snape's ear.

His pupils were filled with disbelief, which was even more shocking than hearing Dumbledore announce that he would not eat dessert.

The fingertips moved slightly, raised and lowered, and the urge to rub his eyes never went away. Because he still suspected that there was something wrong with his eyes.

"What are you looking at!"

Snape also realized that the temperature at the tips of his ears was wrong.

But what's even more wrong is the sticky atmosphere between the two.

The cramped potion room was covered in an intimate and ambiguous atmosphere, and the air seemed to be stained with the sweetness of the love potion, quietly brewing an excitement.

This feeling of being out of control makes the double agent, who is always cautious and accustomed to keeping the pace, uncomfortable.

He stood up suddenly, breaking the flow of atmosphere between the two.

Then he walked out of the potion room in a panic.

Aces was not angry at being left behind. He raised the corners of his mouth and cast his scorching gaze almost wantonly on the potion master's back.

He didn't follow.

Because he knew that Snape needed some time to calm down, otherwise he would see an angry Potions Master later.

The door of the potion room automatically closed without any wind, blocking the view inside and blocking the wanton smile.

Snape walked towards the bedroom without stopping.

It wasn't until the bedroom door was closed and darkness was completely shrouded that he realized that his move of leaving just now was a bit excessive.

But if he were to go out and face Asseth now, he would not be able to save face.

"It's all this...bastard's fault!"

The darkness concealed the Potion Master's expression very well, and only the sound of his heartbeat became more and more obvious in the silence.

Damn that heartbeat!

Snape paced back and forth restlessly, his black robes flying with his movements.

"Boom boom boom——"

Just then, there was a knocking sound at the door.

At the same time, there were also words from Asseth who still had a smile.

"Sev? Am I coming in?"

Why is this bastard chasing me?

Snape's pacing movements froze, and he backed away a little helplessly, but did not notice the bed behind him.

Caught off guard, he stumbled over the bed and sat directly on it.

"I assume-"

Before the venom used to stop it could be sprayed out, Asseth had already opened the door and walked in.

Under Snape's gaze, the door slowly opened and closed, and the light gradually dimmed.

The bedroom fell into darkness, and only the sound of footsteps was particularly clear in the darkness.

No, maybe there's still a heartbeat.

The footsteps finally stopped in front of Snape, and his hand passed through the darkness and accurately touched those eyes.

The scorching temperature penetrated through the eyelids and into the heart.

Perhaps it was the darkness that amplified the sense of touch, but Snape actually felt that Ass's fingers were burning hot, bringing an unbearable heat.

He leaned back suddenly as if he had been burned, and avoided Ass's hand.

"What are you doing?"

As the question came out of his mouth, it was the first time that the Potions Professor could not hold up his powerful momentum.

The magic power in Asseth's body moved according to his heart, and his eyes turned white silently. He easily penetrated the darkness and saw clearly the lustful look in Snape's eyes.

Thousands of thoughts are floating in my mind.

However, in the darkness, Ass's Adam's apple rolled up and down, suppressing all his delusions.

"I don't want to do anything, I'm here to ask you to eat."

As he spoke, his hand naturally left his hand and pulled up the dazed Snape.

"Aren't you hungry? I asked Nina on the way back. Didn't you order breakfast? Did you go to the auditorium instead of eating?"

His attitude was natural, without any aggression, and he only talked about everyday topics.

This usual ease infected Snape, and the panic in his heart gradually calmed down.

He nodded in the darkness. After nodding, he thought that Artes might not be able to see, and coughed twice: "I think I have the freedom to skip breakfast?"

"Of course it does."

Aces answered the question in a polite manner, not forgetting to ask Snape for his opinion.

"Now let's go have lunch?"

Snape didn't answer.

With the cover of darkness, he kept looking at Asseth, even if he couldn't see anything, he didn't look away.

This man's influence on him was growing.