[HP] bad romance

Chapter 18

Evening, 12 o'clock.

The skies were dark with overcast clouds covering the sky, bad weather as usual.

London.

Under the night sky, the bar by the alley is still open, with low and ambiguous soft lights emitting, attracting night tourists walking on the road in the middle of the night, perhaps this is their destination.

At this moment, in the bar, Harry did not choose to sit at the bar as usual.

The beer in the glass is bubbling and bubbling, now only a thin layer of soft bubbles remains, but the glass is still full of liquid.It could be seen that Harry hadn't used much.

12:12, 5:[-]...wait a minute...

Harry stood up unconsciously, as if making final preparations and expectations, he walked to the second floor and entered their room.

The door was opened quietly, and the inside was empty and quiet, without any trace of anyone, and Harry's heart sank again.

Empty and quiet, just as he had expected at first.One day it would be like this, and Harry couldn't show much emotion.He stared at the bed they'd been lying in together, maybe he'd been anticipating the day that would come.

So it was never a surprise.

It's no surprise that Snape hesitated, hesitated, and there were hints that were faintly visible in the past.

—As for why Snape was willing to let him be on top?

His hugs, kisses... and many more, Harry chuckled inwardly, maybe he did, making Snape a little bit sad.

Maybe not.

With his back leaning against the door, the clock kept ticking...Harry looked up again, watching the time tick by, the 12 o'clock hand went from 05 to 25.

It's still early.

He waited another five minutes, and Harry felt dazedly the hands behind him, clasped together, his left hand grasping the arm of his right.

He probably shouldn't have been so hesitant, enough, he'd been aware of Snape's intentions all along - shouldn't have been so hesitant, embarrassingly obsessed.

Harry felt that he didn't need to show his feelings like this.

It's not that important.

The lights were not turned on in the empty room, and he looked up at the looming beds, chairs, and tables around him. The dim moonlight came in from the window, making everything captured in the darkness clearer.

Breaking away from the training camp, bypassing the surveillance, and appearing here quietly, at the risk of being discovered.

He didn't have to show up, he should have told Snape in advance...or, now, told Tommy downstairs, and let him pass the message to Snape for him.

Harry thought blankly, what was he thinking?

He had always been very clear about Snape's behavior, intentions, Snape...

Every time, it was like now, waiting for the final arrival.

So Harry at this moment was not surprised, even calm, just a little panicky quiet.

Harry thought, laughing from the bottom of his heart... as always, reckless!Still didn't know how to look forward and backward... But Harry didn't feel too much regret, but just vaguely noticed the meaning behind this quiet waiting.

They didn't...and then.

Harry looked up at the clock. At 12:40, he should really be leaving.He wasn't sure if Ron could cover it for him.

Harry took a final deep breath and stood up straight from the door against which he was leaning, but remained motionless.

12 points.

Harry opened the door silently, as if he had left this place countless times. Without realizing it, he walked down the familiar corridor step by step. Seeing Tommy who was still wiping wine glasses at the bar, Harry walked up.

"What's the matter with you?" Tommy asked casually. "The male partner who didn't see you today? Looks out of his mind?"

Harry shrugged, looking indifferent, he paused, "Maybe, as you see?"

"Oh, he abandoned you."

"Come on." Harry angrily shook his hands vigorously, "Don't poke my wound again."

"Are you excited?" Tommy asked casually.

"Oh, maybe." Harry was absent-minded, "No." With that, he turned and left.

"Not a drink?"

"No." Harry waved his hand, strode out of the bar, turned and disappeared.

Maybe it is.

He wasn't as affectionate as he imagined, and Harry didn't even feel much hurt.

He could even stand upright, as if nothing had happened, with Harry's hands in his pockets, he didn't even feel the slack in his palms, and he could even smile at Ron, who was keeping vigil for him and watching him return safely.

He always knew it was time to call it a day.

Worthy of memory, at least once obtained, at least he can cherish it until it is truly forgotten.

And Snape wouldn't know who he was.

It's the best, last.

The light of the morning was so brilliant that it shot through the eyelids, making it too dazzling to sleep.

The window of the infirmary was opened, and the morning air was blowing in through the curtains. In the quiet and empty infirmary, between the snow-white quilt and pillows, lay a sleeping man.

He frowned tightly, and his cold facial expression was still unrelenting even in deep sleep. His eyelids trembled and opened slowly, and the dazzling white light woke him up.

Severus Snape opened his eyes.

And the only two factors that woke him up was the close distance around him, beside his bed, a low voice suppressed the sobs and wept extremely sadly.

"Shut up." Snape frowned and stopped irritably.

He frowned tightly, as if he still remembered that some important things had not been completed——

The sad whimpering sound disappeared, but the figure that made Snape irritated did not disappear from his side. A huge shadow fell over and sat beside his bed, and he wiped away the tears that fell from Hagrid's bushy beard. He said guiltily in a low voice, "Professor Snape, you're awake."

The next second, Snape found him lying in the Hogwarts infirmary, covered with a white quilt, and the pillow on the back of his head was not his.

"Why are you here?" Snape closed his eyes, he paused, and then asked another unrelated question, "What time is it?"

"It's morning," Hagrid replied.

This made Snape's heart sink when he woke up suddenly. He opened his narrowed eyes wide and murmured in disbelief, "Sunday morning?"

"Yes," Hagrid replied choked up, and began to cry again, "yes, I'm sorry, I attacked you yesterday, I, I didn't mean to - I was just controlled, I couldn't control my body , I didn't realize that I was actually - sorry, Severus, I was just patrolling the Forbidden Forest as usual the night before yesterday - and then, then suddenly the back of my head was dizzy, and I just lost consciousness -"

Snape didn't pay attention to Hagrid's explanation at all, he closed his eyes abruptly, and was quiet, he got up from the bed, staggered to this side, and finally could barely hold on to the head of the bed so as not to fall.

Hagrid looked a little panicked suddenly, he held Snape firmly and exclaimed, "Severus, you can't get up yet!"

Snape's arm was waving around the side of the bed, and it fell down on the white pillow. He was still shaking, and he barely squinted his slightly dizzy eyes.

"No, you have to lie down..." Hagrid panicked.

Snape tried to shake off Hagrid, who tried to hold him up—

"—where do you want to go?!" Hagrid asked uneasily.

Snape couldn't answer.

In the end, he was silently supported by Hagrid, lying on the bed, unable to even struggle, and fell into silence again.

After 10 minutes of silence, Snape closed his eyes wearily, and opened them again. He asked, "Where is the person who controls you?"

"I, none of us knew..." Hagrid said guiltily, "I didn't find it. I can't believe I was stunned by Rodolph in the Forbidden Forest—and then—" He added Started to sob guiltily.

Snape said hoarsely, "He was controlling you, which means he was around - and able to stay at Hogwarts for a long time -"

"Yeah, he sneaked in from the Forbidden Forest and got hold of me..." Hagrid whimpered.

"Think about it!" snapped Snape. "He couldn't have stayed at Hogwarts undetected! The only people who have been able to come and go freely in Hogwarts these days are people other than Hogwarts itself! "

Hagrid opened his mouth, "There is no one but us, only Aurors—" He opened his mouth wide in shock, and stood up abruptly, "I, I will go to Professor McGonagall immediately!"

"Too late," Snape murmured, but Hagrid had already run out.

He continued in a low voice, "He has escaped."

When no one hears.

Snape closed his eyes slowly, and lay weakly on the bed, quietly recalling his mistakes during the missed time.

Hogwarts' monitoring and defenses were strengthened again, but it was of no avail.Snape temporarily cleared the suspicion, but they still couldn't find any trace of Rodosov again.

Snape spent two days in a hospital bed recovering.

That night, he showed up at the bar.

Snape didn't find Harry.

He sat silently in a corner, drinking most of the night.

The bartender who knew Harry raised an eyebrow at him at first, then turned away and continued to carefully wipe his glass.Snape didn't care either, and just continued looking around for the person he was expecting.

He was told that the lease on Harry and his room was over.

The traces that belonged to them once existed suddenly disappeared without a trace.

That night, Snape was followed by a few insignificant stalkers, the Aurors.But he didn't care about it, Snape just stubbornly patrolled the bar.

And what he expected didn't exist.

Out of Snape's hearing, the strange Aurors were muttering, "What? We're all following him! It's no use! - he just comes here for drinks every night of the week! There's really no Anything else!" Saying that, the beers they ordered were brought over by the Muggle bartender, who looked at the robed guests strangely.

"We should use a Confusion Charm or Ignore Charm," another Auror muttered, "It's too obvious..."

Everything fell into a kind of quiet, calm.

The Aurors who hovered around him still haven't been removed. For example, the Ministry of Magic firmly refuses to admit that Rodosov has sneaked into them, and they haven't even found anything unusual so far.

"What do you think?" The next day, McGonagall turned around and asked Snape, who was sitting next to her, bowed his head and didn't know why he was distracted and didn't use any food on the table, "Severus?"

Snape returned to his senses and replied calmly, "I'm not very familiar with Rodosoff."

"Then what will he want to do next?" Mag asked with a frown.

Snape didn't respond.

"Will he go to Harry?" McGonagall worried.

"Perhaps," Snape paused, "he's already met Harry."

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