[HP] bad romance

Chapter 1

Harry was wearing an inconspicuous clean white shirt, his black hair was curled up mischievously, and he squinted his clean blue eyes, sitting lazily on the edge of the bar.Tommy the bartender did a trick with the shaker and said to Harry, "Do you like them?" He smiled charmingly at the girls and turned to Harry.

"Not interested." Harry avoided the girls' eyes.

"Can't you see?"

Harry skipped the pointless question and asked, "Is that man here?"

"No, I didn't see him."

"Forget it." Harry took a sip of his cold whiskey.

"Why do you want my attention on a hook-nosed man with straight black hair?"

Harry paused. "—Maybe I'm interested in him?" He smiles deliberately, it's such a silly thing to do, he laughs inwardly.

Think about it, that person and him?

What a silly joke!

"Is he the flavor you like?" At this time, the bar was quite quiet, and Tommy was carefully wiping the cup.

"Maybe." Harry continued to sip the wine in his mouth boredly, the tip of his tongue felt cold, and saliva flowed down his throat.

"Then I can't give you any advice." Tommy said lazily, "I'm a serious straight man."

Harry sneered, and his thoughts drifted slowly to 'that person' because of the conversation.

Severus Snape.

—what does it matter to him?Oh, it's not okay.Snape was his professor.

Back at Hogwarts, they could stare.

Both are disgusted.

Harry pursed his lips at the thought.However, his gaze followed the young bartender and extended inward. The bartender stopped in front of a corner table and seemed to be asking in a low voice.Harry squinted, seeing a tall, thin man sitting in the hazy darkness.

The man sat sideways on the sofa beside him, his dim and indistinct outline was thin.

There was a pause in Harry's dangling glass, the figure...the outline of the face revealed, the hooked nose...it looked good, no, no, it was great, and for a split second Harry imagined sticking out his tongue and licking the The feeling above...damn it!Harry cursed his horny, wild fantasies again.

What was he thinking about?

Peeping through the vague darkness, thinking about the male professor at Hogwarts?

Harry couldn't help laughing at himself, looked away indiscriminately, and trampled on the shame in his heart mercilessly, because it was useless to him.Yes, that's right - this kind of strange idea has appeared in Harry's imagination countless times.

Harry couldn't deny, or even care about his own perversion.

For a familiar old man - harboring strange evil thoughts.

Harry was in a daze for a few seconds, then turned his head boredly, staring at the man in the distance.

He estimated the possibility of a man becoming a potential hook-up, and Harry began to think about it for the 32nd time around a weird idea... Although he didn't know whether it was more than 32 times, it was all important.Harry swallowed impatiently, and the afterglow of the short-lived dim light leaned in the corner.

This allowed Harry, who was watching everything carefully, to see a little more clearly, the straight black hair covering the side face, the cold and harsh face exposed, and the look of disdain brought by the hooked nose... a familiar look!

Harry looked back with an erratic expression - even though Harry was thinking about... Snape just a second ago.

but……

Familiar, Head Slytherin of Hogwarts.

The man in the distance raised his glass and took a sip of his drink.

Similarly, Harry, who was bowing his head, raised his wine glass in a disguised manner, while swallowing a sip of cold wine, his heart trembling.

He had thought about seducing Snape countless times at Hogwarts, but he hadn't, hadn't? —Merlin didn't even know what he was thinking!Damn it!He can't be sure?But Snape would never notice this.

Harry thought absently, now, they were in the same strange Muggle pub.

He found the damn Snape. Harry didn't know why Snape was here, but he knew exactly what he wanted to do.

Harry questioned himself for the 15th time in 19 minutes, and it wasn't the first time he had spotted Snape here.

What are you waiting for?

Maybe it shouldn't be done—the little angel of conscience persuades Harry from the bottom of his heart, but this is not very convincing to Harry who is no longer pure like an angel.

He didn't move, Snape was dangerous to him, wary of making Harry recall bad memories of meeting Snape not so well.He slowly swirled the ice cubes in the drink - seeing Snape as his one-night stand?Harry moved his lips, he had thought so maliciously countless times, today was also the 23rd day of his hesitation, but Harry was still stimulated by this thought and his heart trembled.

Severus...

Harry chewed the name in his mind, tried to restrain himself, and stared into the distance strangely.

Snape was talking to the bartender, who left.Harry continued to stare, and after 20 minutes, Harry forced himself to accept that this was real and not something he had been imagining all along, and tried to make himself give up?Or take courage?It's not about looks, it's Snape!

He should take action, how long will he hesitate?No, he probably didn't—until Snape turned his head and glanced inadvertently, and Harry pretended to avert his gaze.

But Harry vaguely noticed that Snape got up and walked this way - he stood up immediately and turned away.

There was no need to spy on Snape.

He was no longer a Death Eater, and Voldemort was dead.

——But now, not for this question!Harry growled inwardly.

No!It's better not to touch them.Yes, that's right, that's right!

Harry turned and strode out of the bar, ruffled his messy black hair, turned around dark corners, and disappeared under the cloak of invisibility.

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The boy is gone.

Severus Snape squinted slightly as he watched a familiar figure go away.He stopped approaching.

Come to think of it, he should have stayed at Hogwarts, having a closed night to himself, or on patrol.Snape was extremely unhappy at the thought.

This means that at this moment, he did not act according to the willpower he should have.Snape's thoughts turned in a circle, and he gathered up the wandering thoughts for no reason again, and returned to the bar.

Snape walked out of the place that had turned him off, and the street outside was empty.That boy, Snape repeated to himself, that boy...the real Harry Potter was at Hogwarts, falling asleep at night.That's right, that's right, he didn't quite convince himself, what was he thinking?And that boy...

He should have gotten a closer look at his face instead of observing a stranger so stupidly.

Even though the boy's stature was so similar to Harry's, Snape held back his thoughts, realizing that thinking was stupid at the moment - but he couldn't stop.

He was watching an insignificant Muggle just because of the godlike silhouette.

More importantly, in fact, he has been observing, and has been observing cautiously and covertly for a month.

Observe a strange, 'Harry Potter'.

Downright stupid.

A more foolish act than mere suspicion!

Snape did not decide to continue this absurd surveillance.At the same time, he dismissed the weird thought that had arisen in his mind, which disturbed him, and yes, he told himself, it was just a Muggle.

But - interested in 'him'?Snape grunted and swallowed dry saliva, doubting himself, he didn't seem quite able to deny the premise, or he shouldn't have acted like this.

No reason, no reason for him to do it.Because of being attracted?No, no... Snape's heart skipped a beat, and he suppressed the thought, turning his attention to other problems.

Apparently, Snape noticed, and the boy noticed him too.

This may not be true.

Snape was thinking carefully, but he was thinking for a second more about his miss tonight.Without further thinking about this matter, Snape temporarily hid this matter in his mind.

But he did not forget.

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a week later.

Same time, Saturday.

Snape stood outside the bar, hesitating, but his body abandoned his master's doubts against his will, and walked in quickly.

He saw him.

'Harry' was lying on the bar of the bar, Snape walked around him and sat in a hidden corner.

Snape saw from a distance, 'Harry' was talking to the bartender in a low voice, they were probably very familiar, but Snape couldn't figure out what they were talking about.

Ten minutes later, Snape suddenly noticed that the boy was watching him carefully.

Well disguised, but the fact that they're constantly peeping at him, especially the bartender, acting so naked... talking about him?

This made Snape wary that he had nothing worth talking about.

Snape thought it over, making sure there was nothing noteworthy about him.

He... is smiling?because of him?

He was staring at the boy, maybe not, Snape thought to himself.Because he occasionally looks around?

Snape didn't respond.

And he in the distance didn't know that someone was peeping from a distance.

As if staring at a rabbit that would run away at any time——Snape cautiously used the 12 points of energy that a spy should have to lock onto the target he was looking for.

...Snape spent another night this day.

Used to, ridiculously finally firmed up an idea that the boy really found him.

What a damn waste, Snape resolutely resisted the thought that came to him.

'Harry' peeped frequently, well disguised, Snape sneered cryptically, his downcast gaze never seemed to focus on the distance.

Snape still didn't 'start'.

He convinced himself it was an act of caution, but when he got back to Hogwarts he kept thinking about the stupid question until the next morning.The sun still rose the next day, nothing changed, and Snape cursed the surveillance in his heart, but it was still on his mind.

Not sure of the state of mind, but this morning, Snape showed up in the Great Hall surprisingly early, and had his attention on Harry from the very beginning.

The habitual habit of spying on the famous Potter, Snape ignored his deliberate, long-standing habit, which made him disgusted and had to pay attention-Harry Potter was still at Hogwarts, attending classes, joking, and High profile.

Snape couldn't even make himself sure, noticing Harry's tangled hair brushing his neck, looking relaxed... yet fatally catching his breath.

Regardless of what Snape thought last night, Harry was going to continue with his seventh year classes today, normal, normal seventh year students.

Because of the war last year, Hogwarts lost a year of students, which happened to stop all grades for a year, allowing them to re-learn those courses that could not be carried out normally.Including their group of seventh graders who repeated a year.

Of course, Harry could actually choose to graduate straight away, so what's wrong with a war hero?But Snape guessed that, at Hermione Granger's suggestion, Harry and Ron agreed to make up their final year, especially since both boys wanted to be Aurors.

As it turned out, Snape's guess was not far off, because he had heard these things from Professor McGonagall.

Breakfast time ended quickly, and Harry followed Ron and Hermione out of Snape's sight.

Snape slowly ate the last bite of the fried egg, wiped the corners of his mouth carefully, and watched Harry's back as he left.

Watch out for Harry.His precise intuition suggested.

Why?Because of that 'boy'?

The corners of his mouth, smile... notice, he's interested?Snape's mind flickered, they were very similar, their outlines were similar, and that body... repressed thoughts swirled in Snape's mind, he didn't—no, he didn't.Snape tried to remind himself, stupid delusion.

Snape wholeheartedly cursed his delusions and hoped it was just an illusion.

Yes, that's wrong.Snape convinced himself, but he didn't persuade him to give up the idea of ​​continuing to peep. Snape's mind was rarely confused, and he couldn't figure out who he was interested in.

But there was no question - on Saturday night, he was at the bar again.

Hiding covertly in a corner, Snape, who was seated, swallowed his last sip of wine, unable to deny his dirty thoughts, even though Snape couldn't figure out where this idea came from, bit by bit... until the accidental meeting in the bar Occasionally, just like now, Snape's attention focused on the past.

The Boy of the Night, his attention, seemed suddenly like a switch being flipped on—perhaps it was the ambiguous light of the night, adding to that strange sense of opportunity, and Snape peering, letting the sinister attempt take possession of his mind.

Even if the boy is so similar to Harry Potter!

Damn Harry Potter!

He didn't like Harry Potter, Snape decided coldly at last, he just—had lust, Harry's figure, his waistline, his arms...he never liked men, he did... ...what has changed?

An indistinct grunt came from Snape's throat, and the wine seemed to be bubbly, with a little bit stuck in his throat. He didn't know when he became so - perverted, but Snape was indeed attracted again and again.

Snape still couldn't figure out whether he was attracted to Harry Potter or just because he was, damn hot.

Snape hoped it was the latter, and categorically denied the former.

But now, he didn't have to think about these questions, Snape leaned back in his chair a little slack, he was in a bar now...

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