HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Moonstone?"

The memory book in my mind flipped, turning back to a certain page in the past.

Scenes and conversations from that time are reproduced, including auctions, moonstones, birthday gifts, chases, and Horcruxes.

Snape's gaze was deep, and his quill circled "moonstone" on the notebook. Then he turned his pen and slowly typed a question mark.

Immediately next to the question mark, he wrote Asseth's name, circling it back and forth twice, and focused on it with the tip of his pen.

"Sev? See my cufflinks?"

Asseth, who hurriedly put on a white shirt, stuck his head out at the door, buttoned it up, and asked.

Snape was about to say how he knew the cufflinks were not his, when he saw the cufflinks shining on the table.

He lazily raised his chin towards the table, "It seems that our Master Cavendish's eyes may really be able to be removed."

"On the table?" Asseth finished buttoning the last button, adjusted his collar, walked over with a calm pace, picked up the low-key black cufflinks and fastened them on his wrists.

"We have discussed this issue. I can pick it or not, as long as you are happy, but not now. I have to go back. There is something wrong with the raven. They are my people. I have to take a look."

Snape clicked his tongue, dismissing Artes' sweet words.

"You don't need to tell me this."

Asseth, who was busy putting himself in order, followed the Potions Master's words without thinking.

"Okay, I remember."

Snape choked, feeling helpless and aggrieved as if he had been punched into soft cotton.

After waving his hand to confirm the current time, the anxious Master Cavendish suddenly stopped being anxious. He slowly walked around behind Snape and leaned forward to hug his shoulders.

"I remember it, but I won't change it."

"Where you are is my direction. Don't worry about me leaving."

Aces had a smile in his eyes. He suddenly turned his head and placed a gentle kiss on the most vulnerable part of the double agent. His warm breath fell on the white neck, tracing the faint red glow and dispersing all the paleness.

"Good night, Sev."

The Potions Master's face darkened as his thoughts were revealed.

"I hope Mr. Cavendish can think twice when he speaks. Do you think I am worried about your leaving? I really didn't expect you to have such... ridiculous ideas."

Hearing this, Asseth chuckled in a low voice.

If he wasn't so sure before, he was really sure now.

His Sifu, he didn’t bring it upon himself.

The satisfied man blinked, completely ignoring the self-deception in the Potions Master's words, and took the matter on himself with a smile.

"I'm worried that you will leave."

He was serious, but Snape always felt that he was speaking sarcastically and mocking him.

"Hmph, it's okay for you to fool the little wizard at Hogwarts. I guess you're not arrogant enough to think you can fool me?"

The two of them were so close that their breaths were intimately intertwined, which was even more obvious when they spoke.

Snape, who was obsessed with mocking Artes, didn't realize that the two were too close.

Afraid that the mocking tone would not be conveyed properly, he deliberately turned his head slightly in the middle of speaking.

Prepare to give Aces a visual attack, coupled with a verbal attack, a two-pronged approach to win with one fell swoop.

But as soon as he turned his head, there was a warm feeling on his lips...and moisture.

Moist?

Snape's pupils suddenly dilated, and he stared blankly at Artes in front of him, as if he hadn't reacted yet.

At this moment, all thoughts turned into nothingness and turned into a chaotic storm sweeping through the double agent's calm mind.

Simply put, his brain was...overloaded.

Very few people could see Snape's blank face, even Artes was seeing it for the first time.

He stared at Snape strangely and unblinkingly, the devil in his heart ready to stir up.

"Sev?"

No one answered.

Aces blinked again, and the smile on his lips became gentler. He slowly leaned forward, tilted his head and touched Snape's lips lightly. He stepped back as soon as he touched, stayed a little distance away, and then kissed tentatively again. Go up.

Feeling the tentative movement on his lips, Snape finally reacted and opened his lips slightly.

"Asai——"

Before he could finish his words, Asses, who had found the opportunity, took away all his breath deeply, and the rest of his words were drowned in the entanglement of their lips and teeth.

"Well--"

The smile in Asseth's eyes grew stronger.

For the first time, he felt so satisfied that the first sound of his name must open his lips.

Without the defensive teeth, Asseth's way to attack the city and plunder the pond was unobstructed.

At some point, his hand gently wrapped around the back of Snape's neck, and he deepened the kiss with a slight force.

Snape stiffly allowed him to move, unable to lift the hand he wanted to push away, and stopped at his side, curling his knuckles to grab the hanging black robe.

Neither of them closed their eyes.

Artes was carefully observing Snape's expression to see if there was any resistance, so that he could retreat in time, and Snape...he was looking at himself in Artes' eyes.

Because of his childhood experiences, he is very sensitive to other people's sights and emotions.

He knew that many people had a bad impression of him, and it could even be said that it was extremely bad.

In the eyes of the young wizards at Hogwarts, he was a potions professor who was stern, irritable, arbitrary, abusive and taunting to the extreme.

In the eyes of Slytherin, he was the Head of Slytherin who favored them but was still difficult to get along with.

In the eyes of his colleagues at Hogwarts, he is a colleague who is not easy to get along with and is not gregarious.

In the eyes of Dumbledore and Voldemort, he was a useful and convenient tool, and his value was fully demonstrated in their hands.

In the eyes of the Savior he had protected for so long, he was a heinous Death Eater, a greasy old bat who would target him in class.

He had seen him in the eyes of so many people, but only in the eyes of Asseth, he seemed to be shrouded in a hazy, dazzling light.

Is that really him?

Snape couldn't tell the difference. His brain seemed to be in a soft and comfortable white cloud in the clouds. He relaxed unconsciously and was unable to think about any problems at all.

Realizing that he was distracted, Asseth bit his lower lip, which was rubbing against his lips, and put his right hand around his neck, caressing his cheek, and caressing it.

"Sif..."

He murmured vaguely.

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Today’s super sweet dessert is here.

I really don’t know how to write about kissing, so I revised it many times, but in the end I still felt that something was missing.

But the author is single and can’t write anymore, really can’t write anymore.

( ?_? )?

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