[HP] bad romance

Chapter 15 (cut version)

a01, it says on the door plate.

Familiar room and number, this place has long been rented by Harry.

Snape casually turned on the warm yellow desk lamp by the bed, and asked the room attendant for some wine. Snape stared down at the hazel beer, sat at the table, and tapped the table with his fingertips.

He stared down at the pale yellow beer, seemingly in thought, and after a few minutes, slowly flipped through an unrelated Muggle novel.

He seemed to be watching carefully, waiting.

8 o'clock, 13 minutes.

There was a sound outside the door, and Snape stopped reading, looking up at the door.

With a 'click', the door panel moved, swaying to reveal the figure hidden behind - Harry looked at the man in the room, his eyes lit up, and he walked in briskly.

Snape's eyes flickered for a moment, and he regained consciousness in the next second, watching Harry stepping forward profoundly.

"Severus!" Harry cracked his smile and opened his arms, "I've already graduated. Maybe I'll be very busy next time, I have to work!"

Snape stroked Harry's cheek and didn't ask Harry about his graduation.Harry looked curiously at the book in Snape's hand, but Snape suddenly lowered his head and kissed him on the cheek.

Harry turned his head slightly, and met Snape's lips, which were warm and soft.

When the kiss was over, Harry's face flushed slightly.

Strange tenderness.

Snape covered Harry's eyes, and he looked down at his hand caressing the soft skin on Harry's face, and then stroking the boy's thorny black hair, still hesitantly not letting go.

He reached down to suppress Harry's peek, and wrapped his arms around Harry's waist, Harry comfortably cushioning his shoulders.

"Harry." Snape called his name.

"what?"

They were silent for a second.

"Nothing," Snape said finally.

Harry didn't ask, resting his chin on Snape's shoulder, his free hand went over him to pick up the glass that Snape had placed on the table.He stared at the foam and liquid swaying in the glass, turned his wrist, and raised his hand to take a sip of the wine.

"What are you looking at?" Harry turned his head, flipping through the books Snape put on the table.

"An ordinary novel." He replied flatly, wrapping his arms around Harry's waist.

Hugging the boy he didn't deserve, he continued without saying anything to save him.

Silence, reckless self-will, it seems that this is not what he, Snape, should have, Snape's snort almost fell on Harry's cheek.

Harry turned his head and licked Snape's cheek as he approached.

"Severus, I think maybe we should change things a bit tonight." Harry raised his eyebrows and said softly.

Snape bent down to kiss him, and Harry stopped Snape.

Harry looked up and kissed him on the lips, throwing his arms over Snape's shoulders.Snape raised his arms, and slowly hugged Harry in his arms. The shirt tightly pressed to his chest conveyed the warmth, but his palms unconsciously stroked the messy black-haired head, and stretched out his arms to hug Harry tightly, stroking his thin waist. Sighed at Harry's caress.

Snape asked softly, "What do you want?"

Harry teased Snape's ear, but didn't answer.His palms stroked his chest, groping, and he pressed Snape back onto the bench, leaning down to kiss Snape's softly parted lips.

The wet kiss echoed between their lips, and Harry's legs slipped between Snape's, rubbing against each other.Snape sighed, swallowing his longing in a mutter, and he reached down and pressed the boy's head down to make the deep kiss easier.

And Harry undid the buttons on his body during the kiss, and Harry's hands flamboyantly penetrated into his clothes, stroking downwards and backs...

The trembling comfort made Snape shudder, and he swallowed a moan with a grunt, looking at Harry who suddenly turned upside down tonight in front of him.

Snape struggled slightly, Harry stopped, stroked Snape's chin and said, "Tonight, I'm up there."

"—Are you sure?" Snape asked in a low voice, his hand still firmly grasping Harry who was trying to continue.

"Why not?" Harry bowed his head and kissed Snape, his dropped hand teasing Snape's desire.

After the kiss was over, he whispered into the squinting Snape's ear, as if coaxing, "It will be very comfortable too, won't it?"

Snape was quiet, he seemed bewitched by Harry's intimacy, with a cloudy look on his face.Slowly, after a few seconds, Snape seemed to think of something, he regained his composure, and his stiff back slowly relaxed.

Harry lowered his head, Snape did not refuse Harry's kiss and touch, letting the scorching heat burn his skin.

... (redacted)

Snape frowned, tiredly trying to stop Harry, who was panting softly, his chest heaving slightly.

"I get the feeling you're enjoying it." Harry cheered.

Snape was still caught in the aftertaste of the climax, squinted his eyes slightly, and whispered hoarsely, "It's not as bad as I imagined."

Harry leaned over and hugged Snape, and he listened smugly to what Snape said was not a compliment, but perhaps it was a compliment to Snape.

"Get down," Snape ordered him.

Harry was lying on top of him, but he wouldn't get off.They pressed their chests together tiredly, feeling each other's breath and enjoying the aftertaste of the orgasm.Harry kissed Snape, licked Snape's lips, grazed his teeth, touched the sensitive inside of his mouth deeply, and inhaled Snape's breath vaguely.

"Actually, it's not bad." Harry chuckled and stroked Snape's shoulder, feeling Snape's squinting eyes immersed in the aftertaste.

Snape moved his Adam's apple, and he hit the boy hoarsely, "I thought your performance should be worse."

Harry shrugged, hugging Snape's shoulder.

Snape frowned slightly exhausted from his pressure on his chest, and he pushed Harry away, who slid down to his side.He took a slight breath, the aftertaste of the orgasm faded, he stroked Harry's messy hair, the boy's chin rested on his shoulder, the tip of his nose touched his black hair.

Not bad indeed.He didn't deny it.

Snape hugged Harry slowly, fell into a deep sleep slowly, and finally felt Harry caressing his shoulder-length black hair...

Peace of mind, and sleep in the dark.

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The next morning, Snape opened his eyes, he was already lying on the soft bed, clean and refreshed.

Not feeling any discomfort, Snape got up and stood beside the bed.

The morning light had already shone in, and he turned to look at Harry who was sleeping next to him.

Harry's tiny eyelashes rested on the edges of his closed eyes like sleeping butterflies, and Snape, lost in his silly metaphors, reached out and stroked Harry's tangled hair.

He dressed neatly, Snape took one last look at the sleeping Harry, turned and walked towards the door.

Quietly, without the slightest sound.

Snape didn't see it, behind him, Harry opened his eyes slightly.

He still kept his back to Snape.

Quietly listening to Snape open the door, disappear, go away.

as every time.