[HP] bad romance

Chapter 6

—Harry Potter.

Snape's body remembered something for him.He suppressed his floating mind, annoyed that Potter had caused it.to this end?Not only that, Snape repeatedly fell into doubt because he was full of doubts about the boy.

That figure is very resembling.There was a voice in Snape's mind reminding him.

It's been 5 days and he's still remembering.

Saturday night, Harry.Monday, Harry Potter.

Every time he passed the corridor, Snape accidentally ran into Harry.He looked at Harry's back, and his eyes were naturally attracted.His brain worked on its own, recalling memories over and over.

Harry, he tried to observe Harry Potter, to identify a few features to deny the conjecture.It's no good, Harry, Harry Potter, bad Monday Defense Against the Dark Arts class, that hand on his body.

Snape was annoyed by this, and touched his hand unintentionally - Snape tried his best to remind him, but he didn't touch, just touched.

The damn triangle area, Snape recalled the touch of that hand, struggling to rationally compare the similarity of the two boys, how could he determine who he was just by touching, damn it?Snape reminded himself over and over.

But he still stared at Harry Potter in the school as if he was watching a prisoner.

Snape was trying to suppress his doubts, but his uneasiness was growing.

Two Harrys!

just two-

But his behavior is not convincing.

Snape's hands and feet told him, hesitating, and then—the choice afterward, telling his desire.

Maybe he's just looking for the truth.Yes, Snape tried to deny his intention of being here, and Snape took the idea to appease it all.

On Saturday night, in the bar, Snape sat in an unnoticed corner, quietly swaying his glass.

He still habitually stared at the gate where people kept coming in and out.

Harry still didn't show up, until now.

It's past midnight.

A familiar boy swayed past the door and walked in.

The boy looked around, scanning the men around him.

Snape squinted slightly. It wasn't that he liked the boy all that much, Snape was sure of that, just as he was sure he didn't like Harry.Snape remained silent in the quiet corner.But at this moment, Harry's actions made Snape a little restless.

The boy finally appeared.

Snape found himself saying, 'finally' - he was waiting for a target.No, he had no purpose, Snape secretly stared at Harry who had been touched by him too much.This makes the argument he convinced himself untenable, and why should he feel guilty?That's right - Snape occasionally felt uneasy and guilty.

Snape was sure that he had observed Harry at Hogwarts for a week, and there was no trace of Harry's body - he looked normal.

Not even walking with a limp?Snape tried hard to recall that he should reassure himself that if Harry Potter had had an affair with his own professor, Snape didn't think the stupid Potter would be able to behave as he appeared.Yes, Harry was very calm and normal in front of him.

Harry isn't Harry Potter?

The thought relieved Snape a little, but his attention to the boy rose again.

Harry was walking towards other strange men.

Snape also noticed another damn question, which he reassured - what to do?Don't watch Harry with guilt?Or do not hesitate?Snape looked over his shoulder as Harry walked up to another man, a stocky-looking man with brown hair.Snape saw the man's face head-on, and he smiled charmingly at Harry, and they chatted happily.

In the distance, the quiet Snape twisted his neck and froze for a moment, feeling the burn in his throat. He knew that they had nothing to do with each other, and he was the one who chose to leave.

It wasn't long before Harry sat next to the man and they talked and laughed for 15 minutes before Harry stood up.Snape also put down the wine glass that was rubbed to a little warm in his hand, and he immediately stood up and walked towards Harry!

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Harry's depressing last rebuff to the enthusiastic man, he's out of luck today.Although the man looked good, he was a pure zero, which did not meet Harry's requirements at all. He had never thought of finding a pure zero tonight.

He wondered for the next target.

Harry recalled Snape absentmindedly.

He won't be here again, give up, he whispered to himself.Harry would always take pleasure in making Snape angry, and it was nothing to regret.He looked around, but there was still no sign of Snape.This made Harry heave a sigh of relief and faint disappointment, his eyes shifting to focus on the other prey around him.

His target this time was not Snape, Harry casually searched the place.

But Harry had no intention of recalling Snape spying on him as he happened to pass by the corridor on a Friday afternoon.Snape was always wary of him, and that's when Harry reminded himself, it wasn't surprising, he was used to it.

As long as he met Snape at Hogwarts, it meant that he would happily and easily usher in more deductions for Gryffindor.

It's very common, but at that moment, Harry only felt... Snape's eyes seemed to penetrate through every inch of his pores, inspecting every inch of his skin and bones, even though Harry turned his back and left quickly!

Perhaps it was a delusion, Harry observed the men around him erratically, and then remembered that that afternoon, he gave up the idea of ​​going to Quidditch, turned around and walked into the toilet, eager to vent about this chance encounter, because Snape Burning eyes.

Then, he slumped in the toilet cubicle, a mixture of silence and pleasure.

After enjoying and satisfying, he pretended nothing had happened, tidying himself in the toilet, thinking casually, this was different from what he had imagined before.

He had longed countless times in the past to hold Snape down and make him cry.

Maybe it was too comfortable.

Even if it is being raped——

Harry never thought that Snape would be so violent.

Well, that's why he reappeared in this bar a week after committing the crime.

He should be careful to disappear as a Muggle from now on.

Harry thought about it again, scratching at his messy black hair, and suddenly remembered, why the hell did he fantasize about Snape fucking him every day?

Why do these things?He shouldn't be messing with Snape, reason reminded him to return to normal, Harry wondered if what he did was wrong, because he found himself reluctant to—

Harry still fantasized about running into Snape again.

No?mistake?Hinting that Tommy drugged Snape for him?Harry was trying to think normally, he could be with anyone, but shouldn't it be Snape?

But he still fantasized about it, his crotch was still sticky from Snape, and his eager little brother was so full of energy that he needed Harry to move and comfort himself every morning.

But at the moment, Harry was lazy with poor self-satisfaction, and he was looking for something else.

Without Snape, Harry surveyed the figures of the men around him, wondering absently what kind of man could erase his illusions about Snape and bring him back to normal a little bit.This caused Harry to keep repeating what happened that night—

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Harry decided to take his mind off of Snape, like the man who just walked past was nice—

Harry turned around, and a black figure fell into sight!

His eyes flicked across Snape's chest, and he looked up to see the straight black hair, Snape was looking at him, and behind him - the man he had accosted, Harry met the haughty gaze.

Harry raised his eyebrows, secretly feeling sorry for the accident at this time.

But he sighed in his heart, the man who still owes a beating!What he longed for, and hoped it wasn't a bad thing, Harry murmured to himself.

He smiled and asked Snape, "What?"

Snape stood in front of Harry, bowed his head slightly, his chin still looking up at Harry, "Your choice?" He said softly, "Be careful, wandering boy."

"Wandering?" Harry tilted his head, knowing that Snape wanted to insult him.

However, the next second, Harry looked at Snape in front of him, he realized, suddenly smiled and said to Snape, "This has nothing to do with you."

Snape stared at Harry coldly, and glanced at him haughtily through slits of eyes. Harry raised his eyebrows, and he smiled meaningfully with pleasure, and asked softly, "Huh? What's the matter? Mr. Strange?"

Snape squinted at Harry and snorted contemptuously. If it was a year ago, Harry might have jumped with anger.

But at this moment, Harry glanced up and down at the still stubborn Snape in wizard robes.

"What do you think of me?" said Harry, raising his eyebrows, walking up to Snape, staring defiantly, almost threateningly at Snape, as if - he wasn't the one who wanted to be fucked tonight .

Snape narrowed his eyes dangerously.

Harry pouted, disdainful of Snape's dangerous look.He stretched out his hand to touch Snape's chest viciously, revealing that the warm feeling was very comfortable, and it felt good—he temporarily ignored that the person in front of him was his professor, and that he had the desire to defeat Snape at this moment, Regardless, Harry thought, Snape would definitely satisfy him as a one-night stand.

But it's risky.

Harry decided to ignore.

Isn't it this damned Slytherin who provoked his obsessive desire!Perhaps, Harry thought grimly, it was the heightened desire, otherwise how could he ignore everything else and just rely on feeling?

Snape didn't seem to respond, Harry slowly rubbed it up, his cheek touched Snape's collar and sniffed, Snape moved, but didn't refuse, Harry slowly stroked it with his left hand viciously on Snape's stomach.

"Looks like now," Snape said softly, looking down at Harry, "you're the one who's interested in me."

"Of course." Harry lazily pressed against Snape's body, he was not pushed away by Snape for a while, Harry sniffed the smell of Snape's body, and continued to seduce Snape, softly Asked in Snape's ear, "If you reject me, you'll have to choose someone else."

"Pretty promiscuous," Snape said of him.

Harry shrugged, "I'm not abstinent."

Snape was silent for a moment, he pushed Harry away and refused him, Harry looked at him strangely, but Snape still pushed him away firmly.

"I don't know what you're insisting on refusing?" Harry immediately let go, looked Snape up and down playfully and said, "I assume, you don't think you should have sex with someone you don't love?"

Harry's deliberate question was very nasty, if it was true, what was Snape's meeting with him that time?Oh... obsessed, raped?Harry was pleased, but Snape didn't blame him, so what?He fell in love with him?Harry's mind took a strange turn and he giggled vilely.

Snape also noticed this question, and he stared dangerously at Harry who asked the question deliberately.

"I'm going to find the next one, goodbye, Mr. Strange." Harry didn't bother to continue to pay attention to the object of no result, he sensed the danger.

Harry neatly planned to abandon Snape, so as not to get into more trouble.

At the last second, Harry looked into Snape's dark eyes and suddenly had a bad idea.

He suddenly reached out and grabbed Snape's skirt, pulling his head down.Harry ambiguously used his soft lips to lightly kiss Snape's sharply tight lips, and rubbed them against each other.

Snape didn't push him away, Harry reminded with a chuckle, "After all... Tonight, I really want to find a strong man, fuck me." After uttering the last syllable, Harry lowered his hand and touched— —Harry poked out the tip of his tongue, tapped Snape's lips, and let him go.

On the surface, the ruthless Snape remained unresponsive, looking extremely cold.Harry shrugged his shoulders, and instead of making fun of himself, he turned and left neatly.

Snape stood there, staring at the 'frivolous' boy's back.

However, Harry didn't seem to take one thing into account, such as whether the man would have been willing to let him go.

From the moment he stepped into the bar, Snape never intended to leave!