The Mortal

Harry said close to him. "I'm sober, I know what I want, and I won't be swayed by other people. I also want to mention by the way, about the nonsense part in the newspaper, I didn't treat you because of guilt, you give The childhood shadow I created completely evened that out."

"Then I'm afraid you underestimated how much disaster your extracurricular activities have caused me," Snape accused in turn.He didn't back away, even though the boy was pushing harder and harder to make more contact. "And your horrible use of grammar, and I have to say, grading your homework gives me lingering nightmares."

"I can compensate you for this." Harry suggested sincerely.

"for example?"

"You know, for a good night's sleep and no nightmares," he whispered.

"That sounds... barely acceptable."

"It might be a little more convincing if your palm wasn't on my waist." Harry spoke almost against his lips.He couldn't stop wanting to be closer to him, as if Snape's presence was a part of him, which didn't make sense, and didn't need to.

Then suddenly, without warning, Harry stepped back some distance.

"But I think I should take a cold shower." He said briskly under the questioning eyes of the other party. "I remember the last time we were in this position you pushed me away and then I had to fix something in the bathroom - you're always reminding me to learn from experience, sir."

"Then you should get up now," Snape said slowly, staring at him.

"I think so too."

But Harry didn't move, he was still straddling Snape's lap, the corners of his lips raised slightly, how innocent and provocative.He guessed that he must have seen through his bad intentions, just like Snape had always seen through his bad tricks in the past, but anyway, he never gave up easily, and Snape never really left him alone.

So he heard a helpless sigh, and then he was dragged into a familiar kiss as expected.

Harry didn't wake up with a start this time.Although it was still early, he didn't have bad dreams, nor did he break out in a cold sweat from the weightlessness of the fall.He didn't feel the cold, and the darkness in front of his eyes was comfortable and warm.

He thought it would take more time.You can't expect a person who has never had the experience of sleeping in the same bed with another person - no, two - to let go of his long-held habits and vigilance overnight. Sometimes he didn't know the reason, he just felt that nothing seemed real in a trance, until the strength of Snape's tightened arms pulled him back to reality, he knew that the other party had not fallen into a deep sleep either.

They didn't make any changes to the structure of the house, there were still two bedrooms, but Harry didn't get any objection when he climbed into Snape's bed that day with all the sex marks added to him the night before, and he didn't have any after that, so They just slept together, cuddled and made love. Harry still inevitably felt a little uneasy, and he thought Snape would too, he could feel it in the slight pain the man inadvertently caused him, and he was relieved by it at the same time, it was like Snape was trying to mark him as a All his.That made him feel good.

This will go on for a while, maybe not too long, maybe a long time. Harry stared at the steady and undulating chest in front of him and thought, the edges and corners on their bodies are too many and too hard, if they are not careful, they will scratch each other all over the body, but they still keep getting closer uncontrollably, and those wounds gradually grow together until the root system Connected, ultimately one and inseparable - then it's all worth it, and it doesn't matter how many arguments and worries there will be in the next ten or twenty decades.

Harry maintained his waking posture and let scattered thoughts pass by, feeling the warmth of another person until some light came through the cracks in the curtains.He carefully withdrew from Snape's arms, tucking the covers in before leaving the bed.

He randomly picked up a shirt jacket from the end of the bed and put it on. He didn't realize that the sleeves were a bit long until he put the tea bag into a steaming cup in the kitchen - but he didn't intend to change the same clothes when shopping and just take two different sizes. With this habit, if someone is dissatisfied, he can take off the clothes of the wrong owner from him.

"You should wear more." Harry heard Snape's disapproving voice as soon as he entered the room.

He doesn't expect the man to say anything nice when he wakes up - you're healed, Snape threw that first sentence when they woke up in the same bed for the first time a few days ago, breaking him All the romantic fantasies while the fingers were still stroking and pressing on the place where the original wound on his back had no erotic meaning.At that time, Harry looked down at the several fresh marks on his body, and reluctantly sealed Snape's words behind him with a long and deep kiss.

"Good morning to you too." Harry handed the tea to the still awake man leaning on the bed, and then went back to the bed.

Snape only took a sip before putting down his teacup.

"What did you do?" He frowned and wrapped the quilt around the young man who climbed on top of him and stopped moving to the other side. "Don't tell me that you want to be the first wizard in history to be frozen to death, I should make you copy the incantation of the Warming Charm for a whole day."

"I'm used to the cold," Harry said, and stopped flat on Snape. "It's snowing heavily outside, and it doesn't look like a good place to go outside. But I'll try to get a cedar tree back later."

"I remember your plan for today should be to go to Diagon Alley to choose a wand," Snape reminded.

"But tomorrow is Christmas Eve. I think the Christmas tree is more important." Harry counted seriously. "There are still a lot of ingredients. I want to recover all the losses during Halloween. I hope that there will not be too many people crowding into the supermarket today."

Snape pressed the boy's restless hands on his shoulders back under the covers, and gave him a reproachful look when he touched the cold water stains on them - which could basically be interpreted as "the stupid thing to play in the snow in the window with so little clothes is the best thing to do." Well, there is no second time." Harry pretended not to notice and leaned over him, smiling with his lips against Snape's collarbone.

And of course he knew how important a wand was to a wizard.

It was two days after the scuffle that Harry learned that his wand had been destroyed beyond repair, Ron told him, Draco was there at the time, and the two of them got into an argument over a taunt from the blond bastard. Get up - according to Hermione's explanation that they somehow bumped into each other during the battle, and then took the time to throw a few small spells at each other while dealing with the enemy - childish as hell, she said, don't bother with them, you still think about how to tell the future Well explain to your pissed-off Ollivander, this time it might be more than just letting you try on the wand for five hours.

Harry guiltily procrastinated because of this threat, and then intentionally or unintentionally forgot about it because of the many things that followed.But now that he thought about it, he had to admit that he was not at all interested in equipping his own weapon.

"Miss today and you'll have to wait another week off." Snape pointed out the obvious. "No one can guarantee that there will be no more accidents. At least a trip to Diagon Alley will not endanger your precious life."

"Actually, it will," Harry said. "In less than a minute, I will be surrounded by wizards who heard the news, and then I will be frozen in place and unable to move. I am afraid it will take several hours-I haven't counted the time Ollivander tortured me, That's horrific, I'm going to lose so much time with you, it's an absolutely serious threat to my life."

Harry noticed that Snape's hand paused as he eased his sore waist.He didn't even need to look up to guess that this person's face had probably condensed into a weird expression - the kind that wanted to refute but couldn't find the point of entry, and now Harry was very good at achieving this kind of achievement.

"And," he continued with a lazy voice. "I don't think it's necessary."

"You should have been well aware of the difference that wand and no wands make," Snape said, recovering his voice, not very convincingly.

"I know." Harry paused, "I mean, it feels like I'll always have to prepare for a fight. It's not that having one more wand will affect what disasters I have to face in the future, But that's it." He sighed softly. "I do not like that."

Then there is silence.There were sounds outside the window, the shutters of the shops opened and more vehicles gathered, and the sky was completely lit up. Harry comfortably half-closed his eyes and was a little drowsy. During this time, he felt that Snape moved his upper body as if he had done something, and he didn't care to follow his movements, continuing to absorb the warmth of the man's body contentedly.

"Harry."

The young man uttered a vague questioning syllable.

"You used my wand last time," Snape said inaudibly.

"Yes, and it also likes me very much." Harry teased with his eyes closed, "Probably with you-well, just a little less than you like me."

"...then I think," Snape shifted again, "this might solve your problem."