HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Sev?"

Aces called softly.

In the darkness where Artes could not see him, Snape, who had his back to him, raised his eyebrows slightly and turned his head slightly to listen to Artes' movements, but there was no reply from him.

After calling to no avail, Artes pushed himself up and moved a little closer to Snape.

"Sev?"

Snape continued to remain silent, breathing evenly and vigorously, as if he had fallen asleep.

"Sev?"

Aces called several times, but Snape didn't make any answer.

"Are you asleep?" Asseth said to himself.

Then he raised his hand and groped for Snape.

The hand moved through the darkness, and the slight sound of wind it brought was particularly obvious in the silent bedroom.

Finally, the hand gently fell on the Potions Master's thin waist.

What is this bastard going to do?

Snape's breath paused almost imperceptibly.

Although he believed in Asseth, he still inevitably felt nervous and at a loss when facing the unknown.

Unexpectedly, the hand was very honest and made no other movements after it landed on the waist.

Snape breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that Artes just wanted to hug him.

However, the next second, the strong arms suddenly tightened and easily carried Snape towards Artes.

The distance between the two people narrowed.

The distance between his half-open chest and his cold back was less than an inch.

Snape held his breath, as if he could feel the warmth emanating from Artes' body.

Aces hugged the person over and let go, lifted up Snape's quilt, reached in and hugged Snape's waist.

Suddenly, the burning chest and the cold back were pressed tightly together, and there was no gap between the two.

The warm warmth passed through the thin nightgown and spread along the place where the two of them touched.

Snape was stiff against Artes, not daring to move.

He was afraid that Asses would find out that he was still awake.

As early as when he brought the person over, Artes noticed the change in Snape's breathing.

But he didn't expose it.

Instead, he covered Snape again with the quilt that he had just lifted off, covering him tightly so that no skin was exposed.

Then he carefully covered the hands with clear joints to warm them.

After the cold chill disappeared from Snape's body, Artes let go of Snape's hand, took it out from under the quilt, and placed it gently on his waist.

This was a position that did not restrain Snape, simply lifting or pushing his hands away to get him out of the way.

The bitter fragrance of herbs lingered on the tip of his nose. With this posture and the familiar smell, Asseth closed his eyes and soon fell into a deep sleep.

After a while, Asseth's breathing became regular.

He fell asleep.

With his own experience in mind, Snape waited patiently for a while to confirm that Artes was really asleep before secretly opening his eyes.

Arthur's hand was still on his waist, and he didn't dare to move for fear of waking up Arthur who had just fallen asleep.

In the darkness, Snape's expression slowly became solemn and serious.

He was standing just now, and the firelight was behind him. It was a backlight for Asseth, so he couldn't see him clearly, but from his angle, he could just see Ass's pair of eyes that were almost red with pain and fear. Eye.

"What's wrong with you? Asses..."

The sound of talking to himself was lost in the bedroom.

With a lot of thoughts but no results, Snape gave up thinking for the time being and closed his eyes.

Originally, Snape thought that he would not be able to sleep if there was another living, warm person on the bed.

But it didn't take long for him to fall asleep.

Half asleep and half awake, Snape seemed to smell a smell that he had never smelled on Artes before.

This time is the first time.

What does it taste like?

It was difficult for Snape to describe it, but this smell brought him a great sense of peace of mind, and he was wrapped in warmth and extremely relaxed.

It wasn't long before Snape could no longer resist sleep.

The second before he fell asleep, his mind, which was still struggling to move, vaguely recalled the previous events.

As a result, the brain that was about to lose consciousness started to cycle back and forth with a sentence: It turns out that the previous peaceful sleep was not because of the little white tiger.

He fell asleep too.

Since then, all the wizards in Hogwarts fell asleep in the dead of night, and there was no longer the hustle and bustle of the day. The gentle evening breeze caressed every corner, taking care of this ancient and heavy castle.

This sleep was a rare sound sleep for both of them.

There was no green light, no bloody nightmare, just the intertwined breaths and a warm embrace between the two of them.

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"Well……"

The biological clock told Asseth to open his eyes on time. Before his brain could react, his body felt the different touch sensations on his hands.

The arms subconsciously tightened, then relaxed when they heard the change in breathing rate.

The memory of last night gradually came back, and Asseth closed his eyes and recalled what happened last night.

Last night, he chose to use his magic power to sleep with Sif. Later, he noticed that Sif was cold, so he hugged Sif and warmed him up before falling asleep.

Fell asleep?

Aces thought about his illness.

A dreamless night.

He only remembered the faint scent of bitter medicine surrounding him.

Medicinal fragrance...

Asseth lowered his eyes slightly, and Snape, who was sleeping with his eyes closed, came into view.

This was the first time he saw Snape sleeping in front of him without any defense.

The brows that were always slightly frowned in the past relaxed, and the cold edge was removed. The black crow-like eyelashes were quietly lowered, and the breathing was steady.

As if he wanted to remember this scene in his mind, Asseth watched intently.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment, and the only thing left in the world was them sleeping in each other's arms.

After a long time, Asseth came back to his senses and tried to mobilize his magic power. The magic power had recovered and condensed into the current time in mid-air.

It was still early, so he carefully pulled out his hand.

The two of them were in a very intimate position at this time, with his hands around Snape's waist.

The loose nightgown couldn't stop him, and his hands were almost unobstructed and wrapped around the Potions Master's smooth and slim waist.

The quilt that originally separated the two of them does not distinguish between you and me.

To be precise, the two of them were covered with the same quilt, and the other quilt was thrown aside at some point.

Under the quilt, Snape's trousers on his calves had slid up due to the night's movements, revealing his white calves, which were attached to his legs without a gap.

交缠

The words that came to his mind made Ass a little uncomfortable. After all, he was young and full of energy, and it was inevitable that he would be impulsive when sharing a bed with the person he admired.

Aces stepped back cautiously.

As soon as he took his hand out, he saw Snape frowning, and he was so frightened that he stopped immediately.

Fortunately, the potions master was sleeping deeply, and only the scattered hair hit the side of Asseth's neck with his breathing, and a few strands fell playfully on his sides.

Aces looked at it carefully for a while, then understood why he frowned, and carefully put the few strands of hair behind his ears.

Without the interruption of broken hair, Snape's brows relaxed and he continued to sleep peacefully.

Aces pulled himself out bit by bit.

Standing next to the bed, he casually tied up his loosened nightgown.

Then he leaned down and reached out to Snape, gathering his nightgown and covering him with the quilt.

He also mobilized his magic power and placed a small warming charm next to Snape.

After doing all this, he left the bedroom.