[HP] bad romance

Chapter 8 (cut version)

Snape walked out of the second floor, and Harry was nowhere to be seen. The wall clock was ticking to indicate 6:15 in the morning. In the deserted bar on the first floor, it was impossible to see the person he wanted to find without accident.

See you next time... See you next time, his heart still echoed Harry's last words, Snape stared at the empty bar, feeling a bit of relaxation, even relaxed pleasure, the only remaining struggle flashed in Snape's heart, He couldn't tell if it was more pleasant—or, he was mesmerized, so easy to tilt, and surrendered so quickly.

'I love you. '

Harry's murmurs rolled in his heart, and Snape's heart beat a little faster, the intimacy, yes, that boy - stupid game, wasn't it?But if he is willing, why not?

But he shouldn't be foolish enough to be seduced by a boy who is two rounds smaller than himself.Snape overturned this idea for himself, he didn't let down his vigilance, recalling Harry's eyes, skin, touch... Snape heard the deep words lingering in his heart, he subconsciously shook off all the guilt Out of his head, clearing his mind, but still staring at the bar where Harry had sat.

Muggles, ordinary people.

The boy's malevolence, wishing to play with him the way they had when they first met—to lure him into a trap.However, he was still caught in the trap and had no desire to escape.Snape was a little panicked by this, and desperately wanted to sink, his heart was beating so fast.

Snape turned away from the bar.

Back at Hogwarts, the figure of the boy was still lingering in his mind.

lying boy.

They were just one night stands, strangers.

That's right.

A strange Harry, seducing him.

Just Muggles, the boy had told him.Snape finally calmed down and thought ruthlessly, just to vent, he had desire for the boy, and the boy wanted to play stupid games with him, there was no need for him to refuse.It was going to be over someday anyway, why didn't he enjoy himself until then?

Back at Hogwarts, Snape walked out of the cellar until noon.

He was walking in the direction of the auditorium, he really felt hungry, and his exhausted physical energy was clamoring.

Snape murmured inwardly, thinking of Harry's face in a flash, maybe last night was too happy, Snape didn't feel any despair at this moment, or he ignored the consequences.

They still have next Saturday.

A date that could go on, he could touch the boy, maybe temporarily get—

It's better than nothing.

Snape quietly ignored it, but it was still there.This empty promise was hidden in the bottom of his heart, Snape avoided revealing his thoughts, and walked into the hall. At this time, during lunch time, the four long tables were full of students, only Slytherins were still few in number, Snape Going around the long table to the teacher's seat, the first person to see Snape was Professor McGonagall.

She opened her mouth, and a smile appeared on her prim face.

Professor McGonagall nodded at him, as if...to express understanding?

Snape didn't pay much attention, just nodded coldly, walked to the corner, and sat down in his seat.

Mrs. Poppy sat next to him, and Snape glanced across the Gryffindor table, Harry staring at him in the distance.Ron next to Harry seemed to be whispering something to him, including Hermione, who also pricked up his ears to listen.

They were staring at him, surveillance again?

Snape stared at the three of them coldly, but that didn't stop them from being offensive.This made Snape suspect that Gryffindor was up to something... Maybe there was something wrong with him, he began to suspect.

Before long, Mrs. Poppy beside him whispered, "Severus."

Snape, gloomy as always, turned his head.

Mrs. Poppy suggested, "Well—I thought I should remind you that, although your clothes are buttoned up, the top of your neck."

She pointed to her ear, "There are many—"

Snape's hand holding the fork paused, then put it down, suddenly as if remembering something, he raised his hand and tightly covered his neck.

Mrs. Poppy said lightly, "Oh, you see?"

"I'll come back later." Snape's stiff face turned red, he stood up, staggered and picked up the chair, and then strode away from the teachers' bench, and fled out of the hall like a shadow.

Mrs. Poppy opened her mouth——

She hasn't finished speaking yet, so there's no need to be so shy?

"I just want to remind that there are a lot of red marks from mosquito bites like this."

Oh, she knew it, it was a hickey.

Quite...a masterpiece.

Full of dominance, she recalled the speckled traces.

—Snape's girlfriend is really quite warm!

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Snape rushed into the cellar.

He turned a few corners, rushed into the separate staff dormitory, and ran to the mirror that he never paid attention to. Snape saw at a glance that the only part of his neck that was exposed was a clearly visible hickey that reminded him of the intensity of last night. , he unbuttoned the button around his neck, and saw that the exposed skin was covered with bluish-purple hickey marks.Snape's wooden face was expressionless, he was cursing Harry Potter subconsciously.

A second later, the lonely mirror screamed shyly, "My God - what a - hickey!"

"Shut up!" Snape growled.

"Ah, your girlfriend is wonderful! But, Professor!" The mirror was silent for a moment, then screamed, "You are a professor, and you look so inappropriate! Oh no, I'm going to faint , please allow me to ask an unreasonable question—"

"To shut up!"

"Oh, oh—" The mirror shyly said, "Come on, how lucky you are!—"

Snape's wand was pointed at the mirror, and the world was completely silent. Snape turned around blankly, went to find the potion, and suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He does not have this topical drug.

He had to ask Mrs. Poppy for it. Snape had a bad face and went to the infirmary in the afternoon, which made Snape almost late for class in the afternoon.

When Snape entered the classroom, his face was gloomy.

It was hard for him to force himself not to think of an important thing, after all—in fact, he had never had this experience before.

Snape didn't even want to admit that before Harry...he hadn't touched anyone.Snape didn't even want to admit it, or he shouldn't have looked so panicked, he was inexperienced, like - he recalled, shooting inside Harry.Snape cursed himself the hell, he should've done better, though he'd proved it later, tormenting Harry with vicious vengeance, telling the boy that he wasn't - Snape pulled hard back to his thoughts.

He can't keep thinking about last night's experience, and now he needs to go to class.Snape strode to the podium and turned around the classroom.But the fact that he didn't spend the night at Hogwarts last night must still be discovered.

Like, Harry!And Weasley and Granger.Snape looked over grimly, noticed Harry in the classroom, staring at him, maybe other students - Snape locked on Harry grimly.

Perhaps Harry thought he wished to kill him, and the boy subconsciously took a step back, looking at Snape uneasily...and Snape thought Harry's piercing eyes were fixed on his neck.

But Snape's neck was smooth and clean, without any marks.

Because of the look in Harry's eyes, there was a sly smile on the corner of Snape's mouth, and Harry shivered, trying to look unconscious in front of Snape.

Unfortunately, this is useless, because this is another practical lesson.

Snape grinned maliciously, ignoring the way he kept scanning Harry up and down, ignoring something strange he was trying to detect.He ignored the attention he had given Harry when he glanced at him, and deliberately chose Harry as the actual combat target alone.Maliciously used a strange philosopher's curse on Harry, causing Harry to walk with a limp after class, and walked out of the classroom with the support of his peers.

"I'm sure Snape is out for revenge!" Ron heard Ron exclaim indignantly as Snape passed the corridor.

His behavior was excessive, but—so what?

Snape had never been soft on Harry, and he didn't think he had anything to be soft on.

Even though Harry looks so much like his lover!

wrong.

Something was wrong with Snape, lover - calling him, Snape thought hard, a lover!

They don't have any relationship, no relationship is established.

At least not at this time, Snape was regretting, maybe he was a little eager, but it wasn't really wise.

But Saturday was still approaching slowly, and during Snape's stay at Hogwarts, apart from constantly thinking about his boy, he just paid attention to Harry in front of him.Snape couldn't help noticing, especially with Harry dangling in front of him.

Whenever Harry passed in front of him, Snape would focus on Harry, no, Snape convinced himself, this wasn't his.Every time Snape saw Harry, he was in a very bad mood, and his temper became increasingly irritable.But he still liked to keep an eye on Harry's whereabouts, and his attention became more and more focused on Harry.

As the days passed, Snape slowly realized that he would notice Harry's waist, his ass.

With those lingering gazes and dark thoughts, Snape could occasionally sense that he was cursing something in his heart.Snape even started to dodge Harry's blinking at him, couldn't look at Harry, couldn't look at his face, couldn't peek into Harry's ass, couldn't... Snape cursed it all because he thought for a damn moment, I want to confirm, confirm, whether the shape of that butt is exactly the same.

Because of Harry's presence, Snape continued to be in a bad mood.

Maybe he couldn't tell whether he wanted more, or didn't—no, he didn't.

Harry Potter wouldn't, wouldn't be that slutty.Snape struggled not to imagine Harry kneeling in front of him, to imagine the upright and healthy little Potter... (deleted) Snape ignored himself swallowing saliva for the imagination.

He was adamant it wasn't Harry Potter.

Snape didn't want this to end.

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It's Saturday again.

The bar was still the same, and Snape immediately saw Harry sitting at the bar.

Harry blinked his blue eyes expectantly at the door, surprised to see Snape walk in.

He ran up and hugged Snape, and the warm embrace soothed the disturbed Snape.

"You're here!" Harry nudged affectionately, Snape stroked the furry head in his arms, just hugged, strangely satisfied, it was such a stupid idea, but Snape still held Harry in his arms.

They still had a wonderful evening that day.Harry was still enthusiastic, eager to guide the situation, Snape was calm, but never refused...

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...he was as ruthless as ever.Even though he kissed the boy deeply, he still had no scruples, forcibly interrupting and torturing Harry, it was a kind of revenge, making the boy scream and curse him.

Snape even intentionally and maliciously made Harry collapse to the point of attacking him!Then, he could control Harry coercively, making the boy subservient and dependent on him.It wasn't until Harry was worn out from his torment that Snape was finally content with Harry's obedience.

The fight against each other was always exhausting for both of them, and Harry spent the night cursing Snape.

The next morning, Harry still kissed him.

Snape's vague uneasiness was soothed. He had suspected that maybe he was being too rough and would scare the boy away.But Snape was suddenly relieved that Harry would still say, see you next week.

This made Snape fall into a strange satisfaction, and his mind gradually relaxed and happy.

They entered into a long-term date.

Even if only physically.Everything else remains calm, and their intersection is just a hidden underground affair.

No promises, nothing important.

Every time... the time is gradually getting longer, originally, everything should not last too long, Snape always reminded himself, but his dark thoughts gradually became stronger, especially after he lost the boy.

The passionate date is gradually going out of control, the longing has not subsided, but lingering and intense.

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He comes across as almost a ruthless pal, and maybe worse, Harry is tortured by him, which only shows his horrific control, not tenderness.

Harry was constantly being tortured and comforted. The strange thing was that the boy wasn't really afraid of him. Snape laughed at the boy's tenacity in his heart.

Poor Harry even woke up with a fever more than once in the morning.But Snape had no sympathy for a sick Harry.

The stupid little guy asked for it, he shouldn't have seduced him.While Snape would fix it, he was the Potions Master after all, and he wouldn't really torture Harry - but Harry definitely suffered.

Harry's enthusiasm, made Snape's desire rise, and Harry didn't just disappear and run away.

What a terrible situation, Snape thought occasionally, but didn't stop it.

Yeah, it sucks!Reason growled in Snape's head, then was completely ignored.

He scoffed at the boy's lack of fear, stupidity leading him to invade him even deeper, Snape's longing sinking deep.

He could still embrace the boy unscrupulously while he was asleep. Perhaps Snape's pity for Harry in the end was that he would not rape or rape him after Harry fell asleep.

Snape used to think that if Harry escaped—he could catch him back, imprison him, and make him dare not come back—that fantasy process was terrible and evil, and Snape regretted it occasionally, and the demon gradually enveloped him In his mind, as if Harry's presence was something he longed for, Snape could no longer hide the thought.

Perhaps Harry was not dissatisfied with all this.

A prodigal boy, Snape occasionally slandered and ridiculed this boy, as long as he would give it to him, he would accompany him, Snape occasionally thought, maybe he wasn't really rough enough.

Because he wasn't really going to spoil Harry.

Just a Muggle, Snape kept murmuring inwardly.

……

Snape restrained himself every time before Saturday, but he still arrived as scheduled.

They hugged each other warmly, kissed each other, and talked in whispers, and the number of times they met became more and more.

After the passion, Harry was lazy, his thoughts became stupid and innocent, Snape didn't torment him any more, and gradually embraced Harry peacefully and fell asleep.

"I'd like a Coke, and I'd like to go to the amusement park, but I don't have the time right now," said Harry, rubbing against Snape's chin, his feet under the quilt on Snape's instep, but Snape was comfortable Squinting his eyes, he let Harry tuck his legs between his.

Harry muttered something inconsequential casually, "Also, I'm a bit old, aren't I? Not suitable for children's games..."

Snape was silent, he hadn't been to any amusement park.

"Ah, by the way, you can go with me next time." Harry muttered, suddenly excited, and immediately made an offensive and pleasant suggestion, and then Harry found out too - it was impossible.

They can't be, they're not so-called lovers.No daily communication, just—

"Okay." Snape simply responded.

Harry stared, stretched out his hand to pinch Snape's big nose, Snape turned his head silently, he wasn't used to Harry's...friendliness?

Maybe Harry kind of... liked him?Snape flashed such a little narcissistic thought, and the next moment he was in a bad mood, Snape tried his best to erase this thought, but he still observed Harry carefully, at least, after spending so many days and nights together, haha Leigh might like him?

Snape suddenly remembered another question.

He hugged Harry carefully from behind and whispered, "Severus Snape."

Harry trembled in his arms, raised his head and looked at him with wide eyes, puzzled.

Snape kept his eyes on Harry, staring at Harry's bewildered expression.

The heart he raised relaxed again, and he repeated in a low voice, "My name."

"what?"

"Severus Snape."

Harry blinked, looking innocently confused, he leaned his head up and kissed Snape, "My name is Harry."

"Harry what?" Snape asked quietly.

"you guess?"

"Forget it," said Snape, "it doesn't matter."

Harry shrugged, leaning back against Snape, and after a lingering wet kiss, he whispered something that made Snape's heart tremble, "Well, shall we go on a date next week?"

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