HP: Embrace the Darkness

"Glib."

Snape withdrew his hand, stood up, and his black wizard robe slowly turned into a black suit, which looked similar in style to the one worn by Asseth.

"Get up, let's go out to eat."

The two of them hadn't had intimate contact for a long time, and the kiss just now was just a temporary solution. If they stayed any longer, he didn't know if they would be able to have dinner.

And... he wasn't sure whether Ases had noticed his thoughts.

Asseth, I know him too well.

Faced with the rare invitation from the Potion Master, Ases did not move. His eyes wandered around the waist outlined by the suit, and hesitantly looked at it inch by inch, like a beast patrolling its territory, full of aggression.

The air suddenly became hot, and Snape couldn't help but tug at his collar.

Aces suddenly chuckled and extended his hand to Snape.

"Sev, give me a hand."

He called out tenderly, his voice sounding a little hoarse due to restraint, like he was acting coquettishly, or like the calm before the storm.

Snape couldn't bear it and felt guilty, so he could only compromise and reach out to pull him.

Athis used the force to stand up, pretending to be unsteady and lunging forward. Snape subconsciously reached out to catch him: "Throw yourself into my arms?"

"It can be understood this way."

Aces pressed his whole body on Snape, lowered his head, and kissed up from the collarbone along the throbbing artery.

Snape took a deep breath, but did not dodge. Aces gave an ambiguous smile and continued to kiss the corner of his lips. He stopped with a hint of unsatisfaction, stepped back a little, and asked, "Don't you want to kiss me?"

Snape keenly heard the danger in these words. His eyes drifted towards the upstairs. After hesitating for a moment, he slightly turned his head and kissed Athis's rebellious lips.

Athis half-closed his eyes, giving up the initiative completely, allowing Snape to deepen the kiss step by step, and only gently bit the other's wet lips when it was about to end.

This slight pain was nothing to Snape. He remained calm and tidied up his clothes that were in disarray.

Ases got the upper hand, and the frustration in his heart was relieved by much. He became gentle again as usual, patiently helping Snape smooth out the wrinkles on his chest, and tidying up his clothes. Then he glanced upstairs unintentionally and extended his hand to Snape.

Snape led it.

There was a flash of white light, and the two disappeared.

The house returned to silence.

Ten minutes later, there was the sound of light footsteps coming from near and then going far away, and finally the sound of a door closing.

Aces and Snape had a big meal outside, and Aces also brought today's dinner to young Snape.

At the table, the boy ate his dinner absentmindedly, his eyes always drifting towards Snape and Athis. The scenes he had seen before kept repeating in his mind. The more he thought about it, the more embarrassed he became, and the more embarrassed he became, the more he couldn't help thinking about it.

After the meal, I had no taste for it.

Athis had the habit of handling family affairs after dinner. There were no mountains of letters in this world, so he had nothing to do. He simply sat on the sofa and read the recent issues of the Daily Prophet. He pieced together Voldemort's sphere of influence through fragments of information and thought about how to make trouble.

At this time of day in the past, the Potions Master would either be doing research in the Potions Room to digest his food or taking a walk with Athis to digest his food. But today, he went nowhere. He just sat next to Athis, writing and drawing in young Snape's Potions textbook.

If someone stood next to him, they would find that he wrote the same sentence three times, and judging by his movements, he was about to write it a fourth time.

The atmosphere is very subtle.

Everyone felt it.

It’s just that some people don’t know the reason, while others know the reason and are still the culprit.

Athis put down the Daily Prophet, sighed, and took the textbook from Snape's hand. "If you keep writing, he will be angry."

Snape then saw what he had written, put away his quill as if nothing had happened, and forced an explanation: "This is the key point, I need to remember it more deeply, writing it three times is not enough."

Ases nodded and returned the textbook to him, "Then you write it."

Snape choked. He had never been bullied like this by Athis before. He was not used to it and felt a little aggrieved, but Athis did not give him any way out. He could only take the textbook, rewrite it three times to vent his anger, and then throw the book away.

The textbook hit the table with a noise, and someone immediately looked over from the dining table.

Athis remained calm and picked up the next issue of the Daily Prophet and continued reading.

Snape waited for a while, but didn't hear Athis's next words. He felt uneasy, "Athis, are you angry?"

Ases was turning the pages. Upon hearing this, he paused and closed his eyes.

The confused thoughts calmed down in an instant.

When he spoke again, his tone was no different from usual.

"Not angry."

Aces had excellent upbringing, but he didn't even turn his head when he spoke this time. It was hard for Snape not to doubt the truthfulness of this sentence.

But he didn't know how to coax her.

Before Snape could think of what to say, Athis suddenly made other moves - he put the Daily Prophet back on the ring in order, stood up and walked to the dining table.

The young man Snape looked up when he heard the voice, and Athis stopped. The two of them talked about something, and the one who was sitting took out a note from his pocket and put it on the table.

Snape couldn't see Athis's expression from his angle, and he couldn't bring himself to eavesdrop, so he could only sit there and wait anxiously.

Ases didn't let him wait too long and came back with the note.

"what is this?"

Snape pretended to glance at the note without paying attention, but before he could see it clearly, the note was put into the alchemical ring by Athis.

"nothing."

Ases turned the ring unconsciously, his eyes never focused on the real thing, floating in the air, unsure, as if he was thinking about a very difficult problem.

After a while, he came out of this state and stood up with determination.

"I'll go up and take a shower first."

Without waiting for Snape to speak, he walked quickly up the stairs.

Athis went upstairs, leaving Snape from two different worlds facing each other in silence.

Snape was not so good-tempered towards his other self. He frowned and asked in a cold voice, "What's on the note?"

"You didn't know? She didn't--" Young Snape was a little surprised, and then he seemed to understand something, and sneered with gloating, "I thought there were no secrets between you two."

"She?" Snape got to the point immediately. "Who is she?"

"You ask him. I'm tired."

The young Snape was obviously interested in watching the fun, and went upstairs after saying this.

Snape was the only one left downstairs.

Snape was so eager to know what was written on the note and who that "she" was that he had no time to correct the Potions textbook anymore and followed her upstairs.

There were lights on in the two rooms upstairs, and Snape pushed open one of the doors with a heavy heart.

The young boy Snape, who had just sat down, stood up and looked at his other self speechlessly, "You've walked into the wrong door. Your bedroom is next door."

"Of course I know."

Snape came to his senses, turned around and walked out calmly, pushing open another room.