hp daffodils that never die

At noon, the rare dazzling sunlight in London shines through the glass, illuminating this slightly messy small room.The shadow of the narcissus blooming on the balcony is reflected in the diary on the desk.

Harry struggled to get up from the bed, yawned, and switched on the phone singing "seeyouagain".

On the other end of the phone was the relaxed tone of his godfather Sirius.

"Hey, Harry, are you up yet, Remus invited you to have afternoon tea, and he prepared your favorite chocolate chip cookies!"

A little dazed, Harry responded immediately, and after hanging up the phone, he saw the time and was just about to lie down and sleep again, but was interrupted by another elegant voice.

"Harry, have you forgotten that there are new flowers and coffee beans coming to the shop at one o'clock today, and that requires your presence, and you don't have time to sleep."

Draco leaned against the window, the reflection of the sun making his platinum hair even more dazzling.

Harry lifted the quilt abruptly, squinting at Draco.After a long while, I slowly returned to my senses.

"Damn it, I hate getting up early."

Get up in a hurry and stride to the bathroom.Harry, who had washed his face soberly, picked up his toothbrush and began to brush his teeth slowly.

During the period, Draco came in and laughed at Harry's slow progress. Harry wanted to fight back, but he only spit out a string of bubbles, which looked a little funny.

He's still so annoying.Harry thought to himself.

"It seems that a few years of being an actor didn't save your bad aesthetics, Pot." Draco watched Harry hesitate in front of the pier mirror, and he had never flattered Harry's aesthetics.Sighing: "Let go of the rag in your hand, and wear the one I gave you last time."

Harry rolled his eyes at Draco, who was gesticulating, and resigned himself to finding out the clothes that had been pressed for more than a year, and obediently put them on.

Draco didn't take his white eyes seriously, and said: "Understand and cherish it, Pote, not everyone has a perfect boyfriend."

Why can't I wear the styles that Draco can wear?angry!

Draco seemed to have read Harry's mind, and showed a proud smirk: "Do you think you are the same height as Granger, and you are suitable for five feet ten inches?"

In response to Draco, Harry slammed the door angrily and left.

Severus Snape had heard of the name Harry Potter, the boy who was an instant hit on the big screen when he was 11 years old.He's brilliantly acted, he's good looking, and he's young, like a rising star in England.

He has always been active in various occasions with an optimistic and cheerful image, and whenever those idle housewives think of his poor life experience, they will shed some tears of sympathy.

Harry Potter had a bright future, and of course this was two years ago.

Severus found that this little neighbor who had quit quickly and was a rare and outstanding child actor in Britain was different from what others saw him in.He's smart, quiet, and caring, with a maturity that belies his youthful age.

Harry always said that Severus helped him a lot, but Severus felt that Harry was the one who really helped him.

Although Harry interrupted his experiment every time he came to deliver dinner.

Rare day off.

Severus picked up the finished Hamlet on his desk and hurried to the door.

When Severus came out of Weasley and Weasley's bookstore, he saw Harry busy in the flower shop through the window of course.

Facing the glass, he straightened his tie so that it was not crooked, and at the same time Harry turned his head, he pushed the door open and entered.

Harry smiled and looked at Severus's usual three-piece suit and briefcase, with a serious expression on his face, as if he was facing a tough battle.

He walked to the bar and took out a cup of freshly brewed black coffee that he wanted to enjoy by himself.

He walked over to Severus' "private" seat and placed the coffee mug in front of him.

"I hope you don't mind, Professor. I thought you weren't coming back, so I kept the last glass for myself."

Severus picked up the coffee, took a sip, and said slowly: "I was notified this morning that the meeting was delayed because the old bee soaked in the sugar bowl who was supposed to preside over the meeting soaked himself in the hospital."

"Are you okay?" Harry asked worriedly.

"If toothache was a problem, the old bee would have said goodbye to us long ago."

Harry smiled: "Don't say that, Albus is a lovely old man."

Severus cast a sideways glance at the snickering Harry: "I don't think the adjective cute is suitable for someone who causes trouble to others every day."

Harry winked at Severus: "But you still respect him, Professor, don't you?"

Severus flicked his hand over the book and hummed softly in reply.

Harry smiled and walked back to the bar, putting the finishing touches on a piece of half-finished Black Forest.

He picked up a little chocolate chip with his little finger and tasted it, the bitterness and inaudible sweetness spreading on the tip of his tongue.

Harry always felt that his neighbor Severus was a rare good man, at least very popular with him as a gay.

Erudite but rigorous, earnest, not outstanding in appearance but full of charm, the most important thing is that he never spends the night outside, and does not bring any kind of people home.

Harry remembered what Sirius and the others told him yesterday, and couldn't help but blush.

He tucked his shoulder-length short curly hair behind his ears, which somewhat obstructed his vision.When his fingertips touched the uneven touch, he paused and put it down, a flash of nostalgia flashed in his green eyes.

His face is really full of disasters, except for the lightning scar left on his forehead when he was kidnapped by terrorists when he was young, there is also a mark left by a car accident two years ago.Between the right ear and the cheekbone, from the corner of the eye to the root of the ear, five centimeters.

He has since taken off his glasses and grown his hair long, not just to cover up his scars, but also to hide his deeper sorrow.

Harry couldn't help thinking about his meeting with Sirius and Remus yesterday.

"Listen Harry, Remus and I have thought about it for a long time, and we both agree that although you are in good spirits, you are not happy. You don't have to do this for little Malfoy, really."

"The last time I went to your place as a customer, I saw you and your neighbor having a good conversation in your store. You can think about him."

Sirius frowned and interrupted Remus.

"No, Remus, he's a bit old. It can be said that he's about the same age as us. He's not suitable for Harry. I think any Weasley child is better than him."

Remus rolled his eyes out of character.

"Come on, Sirius, the Weasley kids look as straight as they can get, and aren't you afraid that Molly will hunt you down if she hears about it?"

Sirius swallowed: "That won't work either, his neighbor is too old."

"Harry needs someone to take care of him, not to be taken care of by Harry like little Malfoy."

"That too..."

"Come on, Sirius, you're still brooding about your unhappiness with Snape."

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