hp's road to the heart goes through the stomach

Until the end, Snape didn't think about what was going on and what circumstances would lead to such a result.After he returned to Hogwarts, he read a lot of books, but still found nothing.And Harry, who took Snape down by "boiling a frog in warm water", finally got the consent of the headmaster of Hogwarts, and he can directly enter the headmaster's office through the fireplace in Spider's End Alley.

On the second day after getting the consent, the cheeky Potter came over, bringing refreshments and a pot of brewed black tea, euphemistically called "accompanying Severus to spend afternoon tea time together".After Snape moved into the headmaster's office, the room with its fine puffing silver began to move closer to the potions office in the basement.Most of the walls are lined with bookcases, and books in various covers fill the room.The windows were blocked by heavy curtains, so that no light could penetrate. The light sources in the room were the candlesticks on the table and the fireplace next to it, which made the whole room much darker.

Harry said hello and sat across from Snape's desk.The portraits on the wall behind Snape showed successive headmasters whispering and whispering, and in the largest portrait, Dumbledore looked at him through his well-polished half-moon glasses, his eyes full of encouragement. and smile.Harry thought at the time that he kept his relationship with Snape very secret, but he always thought that Headmaster Dumbledore knew everything.

Harry smiled at Dumbledore's portrait, swept all the papers on his desk aside in front of Snape, and spread a pure white lace doily over the desk.Snape watched with a half-smile as he placed the gorgeous Chinese porcelain, and the aroma of black tea wafted around the room.The three-tier snack plate is placed next to the teapot and teacups. On the first tier, there are delicate and small sandwiches. On the second tier, there are baked tea cakes with jam and cream. On the third tier, there are a variety of fruits.

Harry sat across from him, took a sip from his teacup, the room was extremely quiet at this moment, as if only the heartbeats of two people could be heard.Snape looked at him, feeling that this scene seemed familiar. It seemed that a long time ago, he and Harry sat across from each other in such a dim room and drank a cup of afternoon tea.Memories are hidden in boxes covered with light gauze, making it hard to see clearly.He can only vaguely remember the mood at that time, there was some light joy, and more of it was calm. Seems shabby and run down.But when is this?He was sure that his memory had not been tampered with by anyone, Snape lowered his eyes, unconsciously grabbed a piece of tea cake, and brought it to his mouth.

Harry watched as Snape lowered his eyes, lost in memory, his eyes drifting slowly down uncontrollably, to stare at his lips.It seemed that because his diet became more regular during the holidays, his lips were no longer the dry and dark red that Harry remembered, but a little bloody.Harry traced his lips, somewhat presumptuously, with his gaze, from its contour to its soft, relatively full midsection.He could still recall the texture of it, the kiss - it wasn't their first kiss, Harry was so flustered the first time, and he still regrets it for that.

It was the holiday when he was just taken to 12 Grimmauld Place, and he was upset by the interrogation notice sent by the Ministry of Magic, but when he went down the stairs one afternoon, he saw the man in black standing in the shadows .This was the first time they had met in private after the Triwizard Tournament, and Harry was very anxious to be separated for so long after their relationship was confirmed.When he saw him, all his troubles about being expelled from school were thrown out of the blue, and Harry ran down the stairs "thump-thump-thump", and before he could think of what to say, he was already standing in front of Snape .He looked up at him, full of joy and admiration, and at that time, he didn't even know how to hide it, showing his fascination with Snape almost wantonly - fortunately he always thought that he was acting very secretly.

With a blushing face, under Snape's mocking eyes, he asked him to stay and spend tea time with him. Snape looked around Black's old house with a smile that didn't mean anything, and then he agreed.Of course, at that time, he was full of joy that the invitation was accepted, and he didn't notice this detail at all.To be honest, this really isn't a place for a date - the vibe inside the house is not good, even bad.Heavy, bug-holed curtains blocked any light that might come in, and a row of old-fashioned gas lamps on the living room wall and a paint-peeling fireplace were the only sources of light in the room.The floor was worn out with threaded carpets, the wallpaper was peeling off, the chairs were rickety, the stairs were hidden in darkness, and the whole room gave off a gloomy feeling.

The sparks danced in the fireplace, and the burning wood made a beeping sound, which was very clear in the silence.Harry felt his heart beating so loudly that Snape must have heard it, which was why he kept staring at him.He pretended to look down at the teacup indifferently. The decorative gold thread on it had been worn intermittently, and there was even a small gap on the matching tray. His name was faintly printed in the bright red tea. shadow.Harry studied it for a while, then took a sip from his teacup to hide his embarrassment at being watched by Snape—it was said that this tea was the favorite drink of the Queen and the royal family, but he didn't like any flavor. He didn't drink it - he could feel the gaze falling on him, it wasn't hot, it was peaceful and not malicious, it seemed to be looking at him purely.

Oh hell, what the hell was Snape thinking?Reading Snape's mind was as difficult as making a Felician, and Harry felt his palms sweating so profusely that he could barely hold the teacup in his hand - it was so smooth that Harry had to put it down. On the small table, there was a loud "bang", which made him almost jump up. He raised his head suddenly, but stopped abruptly when he was halfway up, and his eyes were facing the The opposite person's lips.

Snape's health has always been very bad, he often replaces three meals a day with black coffee, and the vacation from Hogwarts is even worse, which makes his stomach seem to be bad.The sallow color and the thin face made this man look very shriveled. Sometimes when Harry saw his face, he would think that as a master of potions, it should be very simple for Snape to heal his body... At this moment, his eyes were "forced" to stare at Snape's lips, but he couldn't move them away immediately. He couldn't help but imagine, what would it feel like to touch those thin dark red lips?Will it be cold and somewhat hard?Like the words spewed out of it.

Harry thought about it fascinatedly, feeling a fire burning from his heart to his face, but he couldn't help leaning forward slightly, getting closer and closer to those two lips.They stuck together at last - Snape didn't refuse.To his surprise, it was soft to the touch, with a little warmth, and the fragrance of black tea still lingered between his lips and teeth.The fire finally reached his brain, and Harry didn't know what he was thinking, his mind went blank...

The temperature in his eyes was too high, Snape finally woke up from his contemplation, and when he looked up, he met Harry's eyes.Harry was still immersed in the memories of the fifth grade, so he turned his head reflexively. When he came back, he saw the corner of Snape's lips curled up.Snape rarely smiled, and his smile was all the more precious.When he raised the corners of his lips, his eyes were no longer hollow, and the contours of his entire face became vivid and soft, no longer cold and aggressive, and even the protruding big nose became very pleasing to the eye.Every time he saw his smile, it made Harry feel soft inside, and he sent himself up as if he was being tempted.From his overly high nose down to his soft lips, Snape cooperated, opening his lips slightly.The fragrance of Keemun black tea diffuses in the mouth, like fruity and orchid fragrance, mixed with the fresh and mellow milk, and the sweet fragrance of small tea cakes...

Harry thought it was the best afternoon tea he had ever had.