Blessing Potion [Comprehensive British and American]

Everything became dreamy, and Cyril stared at the ring on his hand without blinking, as if he was afraid that the cold metal ring on his finger would suddenly disappear.

After waiting for Cyril's reply, Snape handed the microphone back to the host, and walked off the award platform by himself.The audience around got up one after another, and the applause continued for a long time. Snape walked to Cyril's side in a few steps, stared at the white fox boy in front of him, and finally just stretched out his arms, embraced the boy in his arms, and held the boy very preciously. He kissed the forehead.

The reporters and photographers who were in charge of reporting on the scene went crazy with excitement after a short period of confusion. They suppressed their hearts dancing tarantella, and pointed the camera at the freshly baked winner of the Order of Merlin First Class Medal and him. The object of the marriage proposal -- the winner of the second-class medal, 360-degree crazy continuous shooting.

Snape held Cyril's hand tightly and pulled him back to his original seat. The two sat side by side and waited for the end of the award ceremony.

Cyril felt that the temperature in the room was a bit hot, and he was always in a semi-dissociative state, looking at the crystal lamp on the ceiling, at the marble tiles on the floor, at Fudge speaking on the awarding platform, but not at the people around him holding his hand man.

Snape sat on his seat calmly, ignoring the hand he was holding tightly with Cyril and the ring on his hand, it was almost difficult to see that this man was any different from before the proposal.Fudge spoke at length on the stage, but few people were listening, including Cyril who seemed to be listening carefully and Snape who was motionless.

Cyril has been sitting in one posture, motionless.He felt that from the moment he was proposed, his body didn't listen to commands.The heat, the heat from the inside out, made it hard for him to breathe.He always thought it was because he was too excited just now, but now it seems that it is a little different, because with the passage of time, this feeling has not improved, but has intensified.

The occasion in front of him was too formal, which made it difficult for Cyril to take off the dress coat directly.But at the same time, the heat of the body only increased. At the beginning, the face was hot and the heartbeat accelerated, but now it has reached the point where every cell in the whole body is so hot that it is smoking.

This isn't normal, Cyril thought vaguely, clutching Severus' hand.It felt like an allergic reaction to a sneezeweed he accidentally touched years ago.

Over there, Fudge was still talking at length, as if he was trying to snatch all the time he spent listening to the honors and "returning" them to everyone, endlessly.Cyril felt that his eyes were straight, a little out of focus, the tip of his nose was sweating, and his legs felt weak even when he was sitting on a chair.

Snape, who was sitting next to him, finally changed his sitting position as if he had sensed something. He turned sideways and approached Cyril.

"What's wrong? Your hands have been sweating." Snape asked softly.

"I don't know, I seem to be allergic..." Cyril replied in a low voice, panting.

"Allergies?" Snape turned around completely and carefully observed the young man beside him. He didn't have fox ears for the time being, but his cheeks were indeed a little red.

"What should I do? I'm so hot..." Cyril said aggrievedly, her other hand had already touched the neckline.

Snape frowned and stared at the idiot Minister of Magic whose speech was finally coming to an end, and comforted him in a low voice: "Don't pull on your collar, it will be over soon, bear with it for another minute or two."

Under the sparse applause, Fudge walked off the awarding platform with a face full of satisfaction, and the host finally announced the end of the awarding ceremony.

Snape pulled Cyril up almost immediately, declined all the polite greetings around him, and walked out of the hall with his young boy.

The reporters cheered and gathered around, regardless of whether the person's temper was terrible or not, they tried their best to put the microphone and camera in front of the two of them.

Snape almost used his body to force a way out, dragging Cyril out of the tight encirclement.The sound of leather shoes stepping on the marble floor was messy and crisp, and Cyril felt that his body was getting weaker and weaker, and it was almost difficult to maintain his legs upright.

The young man stalked behind the wizard, staggering, and his body seemed a little crooked.

"Severus... where are we going now?" Cyril asked sullenly, holding on to a little reason.

"Bathroom, I need to confirm what's wrong with you first? I wonder if someone..."

Snape stepped into the corner of the corridor near the bathroom on the left in two steps, and pushed open the door.

Snape grabbed Cyril from the beginning to the end and did not let go. He first checked the bathroom cubicle with his wand, found no one, and then locked the entire bathroom door.

"Come on, stand here and let me check for you."

Snape placed the man by the sink, and let Cyril stand on the sink by himself.

Several spells were hit on the body of the white fox boy one by one, reflecting different colors of forehead light.

Cyril took advantage of this moment to have pulled off his bow tie and was unbuttoning his shirt.

"There is no trace of black magic, and there is no injury..." Snape seemed to be muttering to himself.

"But I'm really hot, not only hot, but also very uncomfortable here..."

Cyril whimpered and tugged at the collar with one hand, and put the other hand on his lower abdomen, recounting his situation bit by bit with difficulty.

Snape helped the boy undo two collar buttons, and brushed his hair to make sure he didn't have ears.Suddenly an incredible idea broke into Snape's mind.

"Syril...Look at me, could you be..."

Snape seemed to feel a bit hard to say when he said that, he closed his mouth, just stared at the dazed white fox boy on the opposite side, hoping that the boy would understand it by himself.

However, the boy is now completely unconscious from head to toe.

"What's wrong with me?" Cyril frowned and asked in pain.

"What else do you feel but heat?" Snape held Cyril's shoulder.

"...I can't tell." Cyril took the initiative to hold Snape's hand when he touched it, and moved his face closer to it.

Cyril murmured, "Hold me, I think your touch makes me feel better..."

Snape swallowed, his Adam's apple slid up and down, and said hoarsely, "Let's go back."

"Aren't there going to be interviews and receptions later?"

While Cyril was speaking, he was already glued to Snape.The heat from the boy's body spread to Snape through his clothes.

The wizard's voice was terribly dry: "I won't go."

Cyril may not have heard what Snape said at all, an extremely strange wave of emotion swept over his body, he buried his face in Severus' neck, a tear came out of the corner of his eye and wet his eyelashes, He spoke weakly, like a small animal whining: "Severus...can you kiss me? I feel so bad..."

In the next second, the world was spinning, and Snape directly disapparated with Cyril.

Spider's End was still the same as it used to be, with no other outstanding advantages except that it was cleaned extraordinarily clean by the house elves—for this point, Snape had to thank Cyril for his persistence, he used to use the dust removal spell perfunctorily It's over.

As soon as Cyril landed on the ground, he couldn't hold on anymore. He couldn't even stand upright. His ears and tail were transformed under the stimulation of apparition, and the back of his suit pants was bulging.

While supporting the limp-legged boy, Snape rechecked the safety charms in the house.In just one minute, Cyril had thrown away his robe and tore off three buttons of his shirt while being extremely unconscious.When Snape turned to carry him upstairs to the bedroom, the white fox boy's hands were tearing at his belt buckle.

"The tail... the tail is folded..."

The corners of Cyril's eyes were red, and he looked as if he had just cried. His thin fingers tightly grabbed the corner of his suit pants, and he looked at the wizard opposite him as if asking for help.

Snape felt that he was probably divided.

At this moment, he is holding his favorite boy in his arms. An hour ago, he was nervously proposing marriage in front of the media, and now he has hugged his partner who just made a successful proposal and appeared here, using the remaining sliver of reason to stop the other party from going crazy. tearing off his clothes.

Half of his body is very rationally reminding himself: Cyril may be in heat, and at this moment, Cyril doesn't care about anything, but he, as the sober side, should calm down and be fully prepared, this is their For the first time, at least he couldn't let the opponent get hurt.

But the other half of the body has been cut off the nerve called "reason", Cyril is right in front of him, he is in heat, he needs himself, he is very uncomfortable, what is he still hesitating now?

It was obvious that there was a more terrifying beast living in Severus Snape's heart, and that beast was waiting for an opportunity to burst out its horrific fangs at any moment.

He could restrain himself a little before, but at this moment...

Snape picked up Cyril, locked the whole house and strode upstairs, opened the bedroom door with his foot, and put Cyril on the bed.

"Hey, let me help you, don't hurt yourself."

Snape tried to restrain his movements and voice, and started to help Cyril unbuckle his belt.His big pale hands moved up along the side trousers line, and opened the extremely simple metal button that was torn by Cyril for a long time, allowing him to lift his waist, pull off his trousers, and release the big tail in the back.

Snape lay prone on top of Cyril, wrapping his hands around the white fox boy's chin.

"Syril, listen to me..." After a series of movements, the wizard's words also panted.

"You're in heat. Do you know what I mean?"

Cyril opened his completely red eyes, was dazed for a second, then turned his face away, and nodded unobtrusively.

"Okay. I'll try to be as light as possible. If... it's uncomfortable, don't bear it."

Snape got up from the bed and cast five or six spells with his wand. A cup of warm water appeared on the bedside table, and a crystal jar without any logo appeared on the bed. Starlight, the indoor temperature also began to automatically adjust.The wand was casually thrown aside, the wizard stared at the young man on the dark bed with his dark and deep eyes, and began to untie his bow tie.

A big hand gently caressed the white, pointy fur ears, from root to ear tip, again and again, and then held Cyril's face again, the wizard found his half-opened lips, first gently Covering the ground, rubbing together, slowly kissing deeper and deeper, as if trying to take Cyril's breath away.

In the haze, Cyril felt that he was caught by the tail, and his whole body trembled violently.

Snape pecked at his ear and chuckled: "Sensitive?"

"I suddenly remembered...my birthday is today in the lunar calendar..."

Cyril clings to the butterfly bone on the wizard's back, twists his waist to hide, and answers the question in a soft voice.

"So... makes sense...Happy birthday, my husband."

"Don't stroke my tail..."

The last word Cyril said was a crying voice.

Snape moved his hand back to his waist, but it didn't improve.

His tone was still full of an unheard smile and a bit... nasty: "Why do you shake so much when you touch this place?"

Cyril put her face on Snape's shoulder and said nothing.

"Look at me, open your eyes. Say you want me."

Snape dug the white fox boy out of his arms, and said almost domineeringly.

The two pairs of eyes are in close contact, and the pupils are full of starlight in the other's eyes.

"I love you."

……

Cyril opened his eyes, and it took a lot of effort to see his surroundings clearly.The room is still dark, with a sense of time and space confusion that one can't tell the difference between morning and evening, and one doesn't know what night it is.

More than a dozen bright stars are crowded in the corner of the ceiling in the house, shining a gentle warm light --- it is a very small family magic, and it has little use except to make the little friends happy.

Cyril stared blankly at the little stars crowded in the corner for a while, and then changed direction until his eyes were sore.

She was wrapped in a fluffy duvet, and the pillow smelled of the familiar scent of light medicine.He wants to move his body, but his whole body is lazy. It can't be said that he is uncomfortable or painful, but there is laziness in every bone and seam.

The body is dry, completely different from the slippery and wet ones.

The movements of the white fox boy were captured by the wizard who hadn't slept all night. Cyril felt the vibration of the bed beside him. A pair of strong arms picked him up with the quilt, and put a pillow behind him (especially the back of his waist).

A glass of warm water appeared in his mouth.

Cyril tilted his head and stared at the wizard beside him, who also looked back at him.

Snape's hair was loose and dry, in a state that could almost be classified as "docile", which made the wizard look much younger than usual, and even the corners of his tightly pursed mouth were a little childish— ——This feeling is very strange, Cyril carefully observed every detail of the wizard who held him in his arms, as if he couldn’t see enough of him——In fact, throughout the whole night, Sne Pu himself did the same, but Cyril didn't know it.

"Good morning kiss." The young man's light-colored thin lips pursed slightly, and it was only when he opened his mouth that he realized that his voice was completely hoarse.

The wizard returned the water glass, and two seconds later, Cyril got his good morning kiss as he wished, which was moist and smelled of honey water.

Cyril was in Snape's arms, cup in hand.One of Snape's hand was on his own, as if worried that his "weakness" would not be able to lift the "heavy" glass of water.The overlapping hands are all wearing the same ring, and under the faint starlight on the roof, the rings reflect a gentle shimmer.

Neither of them wanted to get up, neither of them spoke, and the room was quiet. Such a hug is what they need most now.

"What time is it?" It was Cyril who finally broke the silence.

"Eleven o'clock in the morning," Snape replied.

Cyril laughed hoarsely.

"how?"

"I suddenly remembered something, many years ago. When I became a fox, you took me to class... Once I made a love potion, I always thought I couldn't smell it... The moment I woke up just now, On your pillow, I suddenly understood... It's not that I can't smell it, the whole potions classroom smells that way."【74】Snape hugged him tightly, but didn't speak.

"Why did I think you were a little...unhappy just now?" For some reason, Cyril couldn't help but want to tease the wizard behind him.

However, unexpectedly, Snape fell silent.Cyril raised his eyebrows and wanted to turn around, but Snape hugged him tightly like a little friend hugs a stuffed bear, and he couldn't move.

After a minute of unbearable silence, Snape's voice came from behind: "... I didn't grasp it well at first, and I couldn't control myself in the end... Actually, I hurt you, and you cried..."

Cyril licked the corner of her mouth: "But I feel okay..."

"You feel nothing now because I applied the medicine for you..."

Snape's muffled voice came from behind Cyril.The wizard lifted a corner of the duvet by the way, and Cyril saw an inconspicuous bruise on the place where his big hand was covering his waist.

Carefully recalling... last night, it seemed a little... intense?

Cyril couldn't restrain the corners of his mouth... It took a lot of effort to restrain the hooligan tone and yellow accent that he had learned from his colleague Jamie [206], and said tolerantly: "We can... Cough, practice more... don't worry, I actually... feel good."

Not knowing if he really appeased the remorseful wizard behind him, Snape didn't answer any more.After finishing speaking, Cyril suddenly remembered something, and patted the wizard's arm again.

"Take out that purse. You are mine now, and I have to give you an account."