[HP] bad romance

Chapter 5

Gryffindor Tower.

Harry ignored his tired body, quickly changed into his pajamas, and quickly fell on the bed, feeling weak all over.

Playing with fire, I accidentally overplayed it, and finally burned myself happily.

The corners of his mouth curled up in the dim morning light, laughing at this stupid remark, and Harry closed his eyes dimly, falling asleep.

Until the people in the dormitory woke up and woke him up, Harry was so sleepy that he almost couldn't get up.

Ron yawned and walked away from Harry. Everything was so normal that no one found out what Harry did last night.Harry lay on the bed with his eyes open in a daze, recalling last night, shivering all over his body, as if the burning aftertaste still remained.Harry heard himself sigh, longing to reach out and wrap his arms around the warm body.

But at this moment, he didn't have the energy to do anything, Harry was accompanied by drowsiness, he slowly got up, and when the soles of his feet touched the floor, his legs faintly went limp.

Harry doubted that he hadn't knelt.

After changing their clothes, they came to the lounge and met Hermione.

Hermione glanced at Harry and asked him, "Harry, are you pale?"

"I'm fine." Harry tried his best to answer mentally, of course, of course, overindulgence-Harry was actually absent-minded, having spent a full night, he didn't have extra brains to think about other issues at this time.Harry, in passing, cursed Snape, who had crushed him yesterday.

He convinced himself that Snape's damn staying power was mainly due to the drugs!Even though he was enjoying the process, Harry's mind wandered.

"Something kept calling last night!" Ron complained. "Harry, did you hear that too?"

"Um, yeah." Harry replied casually.

"Something is calling?"

"I heard a rattling noise. It must be a mouse," Ron complained. "I saw the trash can overturned by my desk."

Harry feigned a nod of approval when he actually knocked it over on his return early in the morning.

"Let's not talk about this, now we can catch up with breakfast, hurry up."

They can enjoy the last day of vacation, or use Sunday to review their homework.

Harry accepted Hermione's offer, and they were about to spend an afternoon in the library.However, Harry refused to stay in the library in the morning, and he didn't want to play Quidditch with Ron, so Harry fell asleep when he returned to the dormitory.

No one noticed anything strange about Harry.

No one has discovered his secret little whereabouts, and occasionally likes to huddle in Muggle pubs and get nervous.

He was still the normal, upright Gryffindor.

Ordinary, normal, at least that's how Harry looked to his friends.

Besides, what's wrong with hanging out at bars?It's just that he didn't go at the right time, met the wrong people, and didn't have any familiar people.

But maybe that's what he wanted at this moment, Harry occasionally lay drowsy on the bed, and when he turned over, he thought, why would he meet someone who knew him anywhere, anytime?

Just a little personal space and he can do whatever he likes.

The next day, Monday arrived.

During breakfast, Harry felt like Snape was constantly looking at him.

Harry was a little skeptical, but he was determined to get the thing out of his head, yes, don't let your mind wander - don't let your mind wander, it's daytime, a normal day.

He reminded himself to focus on the lessons.

In Transfiguration class in the morning, Professor McGonagall asked the seventh graders to turn the cooing Gallic chicken on the table into a miniature charmander, which almost set Harry's hair on fire, but everything else was fine. very good.

Professor McGonagall is still the headmaster of Hogwarts, and Harry occasionally feels that McGonagall is as strict as a hen protecting eggs.

Maybe he didn't describe it that well, Harry was a little distracted, he was thinking about Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the afternoon.

It's not going to be good, and it's not bad.

Defense Against the Dark Arts had always been Harry's forte, and it was the teacher who taught the class - elusive and repulsive.

Severus Snape.

Now Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts.

Harry couldn't figure out what he was thinking, he cursed Snape, he didn't want to put himself in a strange situation again, maybe he would be noticed by Snape... no, no, it shouldn't be like this, Harry convinced himself , come to think of it, they have no more contact.

Snape would not find him.

Yeah, won't find out, Harry sneered, how could Snape find out?Think about it!Are they familiar?Familiar, but actually strange—never really known each other.Snape probably wasn't as impressed with him as he was with his father.

Harry started wanting to punch Snape again.

Even if Snape had helped him - it wasn't for him, for Harry.

Besides being able to almost watch Snape die on the spot, they met each other... stared.

Gone.

Nothing else, Harry mused to himself.

Oh, for one thing, Snape at night was fantastic.He reminisces.

How could Snape associate him—Harry Potter—with that thing? —Harry swallowed hard, yes, no.Harry cautiously, kept thinking back, testing for any loopholes, he shouldn't leave any clues.

No, shouldn't there be?Harry finally said yes.

However, speaking of it, Harry was still a little unsteady and uneasy, he felt the time moving towards the afternoon bit by bit.

Suppose Snape sensed that... no, he chuckled to his delusional self under his breath, that he... longed?Yes, find him!Harry felt the malice flowing in his heart, like revenge, even if Snape laughed at him, or - he wanted it too much.

In the body, in the heart, there is an addiction that may strike at any time.

Harry couldn't remember when he'd discovered he had this craving.

Was it when you found out you liked boys too?

He kept thinking about this over and over again, until noon, when Harry found that Snape hadn't appeared at the teacher's table, he stared at the ham sausage on the fork in annoyance, it took a long time before Harry suddenly realized what he was doing, missing Snape Nepe!

"Isn't that delicious?" Ron muttered with his mouth full.

"No," said Harry, swallowing the sausage.

Missing Snape for no reason, while frantically reminding himself how much he hated Snape during the day.

Disgust, hate, approach, get nervous!Harry felt the duplicity of himself. In front of Ron and Hermione, he never showed his strange attention to Snape - he just hated Snape!At this moment, in his heart, he was thinking about Snape, how——enough!Harry growled to himself, Don't even think about it!

Harry was determined to return to sanity, to get rid of these clumps of thoughts, it wasn't night, it wasn't in a Muggle pub, don't indulge.

But Ron and Hermione clearly noticed his absent-mindedness.

"What's wrong with you?" Ron asked strangely.

"It's okay," Harry replied vaguely, rubbing the oil stains on his hands, "Let's go, the afternoon class is about to start."

They got to the classroom a little late, and after a minute, the bell rang.The door was pushed open for the last time, and Snape's figure flashed past, the raised robes made him look like a huge bat, Harry swallowed saliva, trying to suppress the imagination that emerged in his heart.

Caressing that body wrapped in black—he is really perverted, he was fucked by that strong body just the day before, and now he wants to deliver it to his door so eagerly, Harry denigrates himself in his heart, mercilessly laughing, But it doesn't matter.

Because no one will know, as long as he doesn't say, don't do.

Snape walked quickly to the podium.

"Now, there is no need for desks in this class. I need you to move the desks and chairs immediately to make room for them—everyone stand up for me."

Ron muttered complainingly. "In the last class, he asked us to write a paper on how to avoid being hit by an unknown spell, and attach a paper to identify the characteristics of the spell. I think he should have given me a P, God knows me Don't even know how to write a foot long!"

Harry didn't speak, and Snape walked into the middle, "Everyone, form a circle-now, listen to me, this is a practical lesson, yes, the purpose is to test your actual combat ability. I know some of you People think they are pretty good at it.”

His gaze was on Harry and Ron, and he paused for a second coldly.Harry blinked, trying to keep his mind off those dark eyes, until he realized he was fucking paying attention to Snape's figure, his skin, that shadowy looking down look that deserved it, and the damn The towering hooked nose of...

Harry met Professor Snape's eyes, and Snape said softly, "I will guide you one by one in this class, especially in terms of future professional requirements, which have high requirements for defense—such as Auror."

Harry stared straight into those cold black eyes, his skin was trembling and numb, he erected a mental barrier vigilantly, Snape looked away, Harry sneered, they were not so much looking at each other as they were staring, Or, kill each other?

He could understand that Snape and he would probably never have a good relationship.

Harry heard Snape raise his voice, "Now, one on one, find your team members, come to the middle, and we'll start—"

There weren't many people who were going to take Defense Against the Dark Arts in the seventh grade. Everyone in the classroom was acquaintances. Harry and Ron looked at each other. They were in a group, and Hermione and Luna were in a group.Harry turned his head, and Snape's eyes met his again.

"Come up, Potter," said Snape. "You first."

Harry turned to look at Ron, and they went up together, Harry standing next to Snape, and Ron opposite him.

"Hold your wand, let's do it now."

As soon as Snape finished speaking, Harry subconsciously slammed a spell on Ron while raising his wand, "Stunning!"

"There are many obstacles!" Ron resisted the spell, and then shouted at him, "Tarentella dance!"

Harry dodged the spell quickly, and as he moved closer to Snape, Ron's spell continued, "Petrification!"

"There are obstacles!" Harry shouted hastily, taking a small step back from the backlash of the spell, and then—

"Stop!—" Snape said loudly.

"All petrified!" Harry's curse had been thrown out, and Ron's arm was hit by the curse, and he was petrified, staring at Harry and Snape with wide eyes.

The classroom was silent for a second, Snape glanced at Ron, "5 points deducted from Gryffindor, obviously some people's vigilance is not qualified to be an Auror, I don't think future Aurors will be punished for being so stupid I made a mistake and lost my life." Ron blushed, but Snape ignored it, and turned to Harry, "Did I tell you?"

"Um—" Harry was sure Snape hadn't said anything before he started.

"Silence," Snape whispered, leaning closer to Harry.

He glared at Harry fiercely, and Harry blinked, convinced he looked normal.Harry was still cautiously on guard, but at this moment Snape leaned closer, aggravating his uneasiness, and Harry felt his cheeks heat up——Damn Merlin!

Harry stared into those black eyes, and he tried to dodge.Harry realized that he was actually disturbed... wanted to back up, move a bit, no, Harry warned himself, he took a deep breath, don't even think about looking down at his crotch, damn it!Stop lusting, what a fucking shame!Harry tried to be normal, don't blush!But Harry kept thinking back over and over that Snape was so close to him that night...it made him sweat and shiver.

Touching him, a voice sighed in Harry's heart, so close, as long as he gently raised his hand——

No!Reason made Harry condemn himself, don't be perverted to try to seduce Snape in class!

Damn it - derailed, bloody mind!Harry was powerless to warn himself, he had said that this was not allowed on a daily basis—his professor, Snape squinted and carefully looked at Harry who was holding his breath, he seemed to have noticed Harry's weirdness, and the approaching cheeks were getting closer a little.Harry's wheezing intensified, and he struggled to be whipped by wild thoughts, but he couldn't bring himself back to normal.

"Gryffindor lost five points because of you again." Snape straightened up quickly, pointing his wand at Harry.

Harry raised his wand quickly, and Snape squinted in disapproval, "Not bad vigilance? Potter, now that your opponent's gone, and obviously you think you've got enough power— —”

"I didn't—"

"Shut up and listen to me!" snapped Snape, Harry glared at him, and Snape continued to order, "Now, do it!"

Before Harry could react, a spell quickly flew out from the tip of Snape's staff. The flashing light made Harry close his eyes subconsciously. The next second he was trembling all over and fell back on the floor paralyzed. superior.

"Five more points from Gryffindor."

He heard Snape's voice, Harry struggled to get up, without looking at Snape's direction and muttered silently, imprison him quickly!But his spell was blocked, but it was enough for Harry to make the next reaction. He quickly released a flash spell, and the whole classroom was plunged into blinding light. Harry had a flash of thought, and he rushed forward quickly. over!

Harry quickly grabbed Snape, but Snape's wand was raised, and Harry grabbed Snape's wand with his left hand without hesitation, which caused Snape's movements to slow down, and Harry lowered his head. Said loudly, "Quickly imprison!"

The next second, Harry felt Snape's body stiffen - falling straight forward!At the same time, the Flash Charm also failed, and Harry was hit by Snape's counterattack!Harry opened his immobile eyelids, watching Snape, who was close at hand, staring at him fiercely, but Snape was just as immobile as he was, Harry's body was still leaning forward, and his nose immediately hit the He touched Snape's shoulder and smelled a manly scent mingled with bitterness.

With both of them frozen, Snape was knocked over by Harry, his back slamming onto the floor while Harry lay on top of him.

Snape was still unable to move with his eyes open, and Harry couldn't see anything. His nose hurt from being bumped, tears rolled in his eyes, and his eyes were covering Snape's chest. , almost as if he wanted to hug Snape.

In the confusion, Harry was giggling from the bottom of his heart. Obviously, his revenge was a little successful, and it was extremely normal to satisfy his desire.His little brother felt the heat through his wizard robes, and Harry closed his eyes, his chest heaving slightly from each other's breathing.

The classroom was silent, and everyone was staring at the two who fell in the middle of the empty space.

Hermione twitched her lips, raised her wand subconsciously, and pointed at Harry, "The spell stops!"

Harry collapsed all of a sudden, he fell to all fours, and suddenly felt the warm body underneath.

His palm felt Snape's resilient arm, Harry's thighs were folded on top of Snape's, Harry sat up subconsciously, his hand stroked the root of Snape's strong thigh, close to the inside There, the fingertips felt full of muscular elasticity - warm, Harry thought subconsciously, and it felt good - damn good!The next second he had the urge to curse himself again.

daytime!Hogwarts professor!Damn Snape!

He was stupefied for a second before Harry remembered that he was holding the wand stupidly and sitting on top of Snape!Harry and Snape, who was staring at him, looked at each other for a second before grunting, "Sorry." He lifted the spell on Snape, but Harry forgot to stand up quickly.

Harry sat on top of Snape when he sat up quickly.

Snape's nose almost bumped into Harry, and the two were strangely close, Snape glared at Harry, who continued to sit on his lap, snorted, and sprayed on Harry's lips, That made Harry twitch his neck, and he grunted a few times before bouncing furiously.Harry subconsciously patted his butt, as if reminding Snape of what had just happened.

"..." Harry pretended to be nonchalant and made himself look calm.

"Fifteen points from Gryffindor." Snape stood up hastily, and said quickly, "Pretty good response—Potter." His voice was a little menacing, "but this is not the correct and effective method of attack. After all, the most vicious gangsters don't use such gentle spells. Listen - Potter! You should quickly find a place to hide after the flash spell, or go around behind the enemy instead of facing your enemy rush over-"

"Well, yes, I should just use a broken body." Harry muttered under his breath.

"Then your enemy will give you an Avada." Snape shouted, "Another 15 points from Gryffindor, Potter, I won't let you continue talking, shut your mouth!"

Harry wisely did not argue, even though he was unwilling, Snape obviously saw this, and Harry still got a punishment 'as he wished', Snape gently pointed to him and Ron , "You two, write another 1-foot paper on this actual combat tonight."

"Yes, Professor," was all Harry could say, humming inwardly.

For the rest of the lesson, Snape's vengeance focused on the hapless Harry.

Harry and Ron became the focus of Snape's care, and Harry even fell under Snape's spell from time to time, in the name of helping Harry increase the difficulty of his reaction, the reason being, "Obviously your difficulty should be increased, after all Harry Potter's ability is not just an ordinary seventh grader, of course, Gryffindor will deduct another 5 points, why didn't you avoid the spell just now?"

The hell out of the way!Snape was standing less than a meter beside him!

At the same time, Harry remained sharply cautious, thinking over and over again, maybe - Snape noticed?

Maybe... no?

Harry took Snape's paralyzing spell again, half of his body was aching.He cursed the unpredictable Snape in his heart, but he didn't regret his deliberate behavior at all.

Until the end of get out of class, Harry even felt strangely that Snape should know?

You know...he sat on him on purpose?

Maybe.

But Snape still didn't know anything.Harry bowed his head around Snape, walked out of the classroom, licked his thirsty lips invisibly, and snorted mockingly.

Even if Harry knew that maybe Snape was watching him from behind, what did it matter?

Harry smiled, reminding himself that if it was just to fool Snape, he'd already done it.Harry glanced back, and Snape was indeed staring at him. Harry turned to greet Ron and Hermione, and strode away briskly.

He was sure Snape was looking at him, in Harry's imagination, like someone he'd abandoned in the classroom?

Harry laughed out loud at the fantasy, even though it wasn't true.

But Harry was pretty sure that the old bat must be, very, very, very angry.