[HP] bad romance

Harry's provocation was over the top, as if he - Severus Snape - was a servant serving his master.

Snape was silent for a second, the taste that seemed to belong to Harry still in his mouth.He shouldn't have acted like this, caring so much about Harry.The out-of-control situation made Snape irritable, and he should probably make up for any emotions he might have revealed.Snape hoped Harry wasn't sensitive enough to notice his loss of control.

He wasn't going to let this go on for long, and Snape pulled Harry down.

Leaning on his shoulder, Harry also sensed that something was wrong, maybe he was about to face Snape's revenge——

"What are you going to do?" Harry bit his earlobe defiantly.

Snape sneered, and ripped off Harry's pants roughly and neatly. The bare-legged Harry was a little panicked. He was suddenly picked up by Snape, turned and walked into the woods.

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Snape's revenge was over for the time being, he patted the dazed Harry's face with satisfaction, helped him pick up the soiled clothes that had been thrown on the floor, and helped him put them on.

Harry's legs were trembling, and after 10 minutes, he came out of the woods slowly.

wild man!Harry gritted his teeth and cursed Snape for torturing him.

His back was aching, probably from rough tree trunks, but Harry couldn't be bothered to think about it at the moment, he was so tired, his bones were falling apart, he just wanted to rest.

However, just as they walked out of the woods, they met another pair of men and women who came out of the woods quietly.

The other party was also more like Harry, dressed a bit messily.

It's pretty clear what they've done.

Only Snape behind Harry, still dressed neatly, was squinting comfortably.

Harry subconsciously glanced at the man and woman, the girl's cheeks were still flushed, and her hair was slightly messy.

They looked at each other, women and men at Harry, and at Snape behind him.

"Oh," the woman said with a friendly wave, "hi."

Harry nodded awkwardly, remembering what he had done just now, his whole body seemed to be on fire, and he touched his nose.

"That groaning sound just now," the woman said amusedly, with a tinge of blush on her face, "is it yours? Oh, it's really attractive... Your male partner is quite intense—"

"Ah, um." Harry said.

The woman winked seductively, and turned to Snape, who was slightly blocking Harry, but she was speaking to Harry, "It's really good, we all feel better when listening, isn't it quite comfortable?" Her man The companion didn't seem to care about the woman's bold question. Instead, he looked at Harry and Snape with great interest. The woman finally waved her hand and said neatly, "Goodbye! I hope to see you next time."

He doesn't want to see you at all!

Harry growled inwardly, what the hell was he doing tonight!Harry blushed a little, but couldn't deny what they said.

It's quite cool.

Harry was adamant that this evening's appointment should be over.

Under Snape's still-obsessed gaze, Harry walked around the fountain.

Until he was sure he was out of sight of Snape.

The next second, Harry was silent.

"Damn it!" He suddenly exploded, cursing.

…Harry leaned slightly against the dark wall, his cheeks were hot as if on fire, and the suppressed sense of shame surged up, and Harry was annoyed for a while.

Then...pretending to be nothing, Apparated back to Hogsmeade and sneaked into the castle quietly.

Harry lay in his dormitory in Gryffindor Tower that night, before he fell asleep, all he had was the damned thought—maybe they should do it again, next time...

He was ashamed of the crazy idea, it had gone too far this time.

Harry fell asleep soundly.

Harry woke up the next day with pain in his bones, but a strangely happy mood.

To get Snape to be fascinated by him, to be teased a little by him, would... make Harry laugh out loud in his dreams.

It was the kind of thing that made Harry almost smile when he saw Snape the next day, while recalling last night's indulgent behavior - Snape's rude revenge, and Harry was happy to make Snape more infatuated with him. a little.But he was slightly annoyed and started to panic a little.

Yeah, damn it, what the hell did he do?Let Snape put him—

Damn it, Snape didn't take off his clothes in revenge!

This made Harry viciously annoyed, excited and a little pity, he could still recall how that ass|ass that he had rubbed countless times, Snape's firm ass, felt like.

And how Snape was staring at him intently.

Harry even licked his lips during class for it.

But that wasn't in Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Harry quickly put away his perverted expression, thankful that no one saw him staring at Professor Flitwick in fascination.