I'm playing a big knife at HP

Suddenly controlled by an impulse, Marciana leaned closer and put her lips gently on his.When she touched the other's thin and warm lips, there was a throbbing in her chest.Marciana finally remembered where she was and what she was doing.Her cheeks burned red.She tilted her head back slightly, stopped this very brief contact, and looked at the other party carefully.His face was blank, and there was only naked shock in his eyes.

"Don't you like it?" she whispered.

Marciana sat up straight, bit her lip, "I'm really, really sorry." She looked up into Snape's eyes, "I thought—"

She didn't continue talking because a hand was lightly pressed on the back of her neck.

There was only a piece of paper between their lips, and she could feel his unnaturally hot breath, even the temperature of his lips.But he didn't come any closer.

Marciana waited patiently, it was a contest she was confident in.

But she failed.

The other party closed his eyes, let go of his hand, and sat a little further away: "I can't do this."

Disappointed and confused, Marciana couldn't help raising her voice: "Why?!"

"It would make things more dangerous for you and me. What if the Dark Lord sees all this in my head?"

Marciana did not hesitate to push the matter to Dumbledore: "Then say that I pester you, and you have to make false claims with me in order to win Dumbledore's trust."

With such a smooth and undisturbed shamelessness, and such a skillful gesture of throwing the pot away, Snape was abruptly shaken out of his chaotic thoughts.

"Do you believe it yourself?!"

"Why don't you believe it?" She opened her eyes strangely: "How reasonable."

"Because no one," Snape's voice trembled with anger, "no one will believe that you are coming to pester me."

Marciana curled her lips, with a look of "tsk, no eyesight" on her face, and rolled her eyes: "Then I was ordered by Dumbledore to seduce you, and you will use your tricks to get some secrets from me. By the way, take advantage." She stroked her chin with great satisfaction, "This excuse is flawless, it's perfect."

Dumbledore took the second scapegoat within 1 minute, and instantly became a bad boss who shamelessly forced his female subordinates to sell their looks. Even Snape also turned into a despicable and lustful villain by the way.There were so many complaints in Snape's heart that he didn't know where to start.

"You expect me to convince the Dark Lord that Dumbledore will send someone to seduce|seduce me, and among so many people, he sent you?" Snape felt his blood pressure gradually rising.

Marciana raised her chest in disbelief: "Why can't I? Is there anyone more suitable for this task than me?" She thought for a while, "It doesn't matter if Dumbledore will do this, Voldemort won't Suspicious. No man who is unscrupulous would suspect that his opponent is as mean as he is. This only shows your importance in both camps, and I find it very logical."

"Okay, assuming he doesn't doubt this. But you are the most powerful member of the Order of the Phoenix, how could the Dark Lord believe that Dumbledore chose you to perform this kind of mission?!"

She put her head on one hand and smiled: "He will believe it, not only him, but all your colleagues will believe it. The only one who may doubt is Bellatrix."

"Bellatrix?"

"The reason I'm sure the Dark Lord will believe this is because no matter how powerful I am, he will always look down on me for being a woman. Of course, Bella will never make the same mistake-in all Death Eaters Disciple, besides you, she should be the one who understands me best. It's a pity that the Dark Lord won't listen to what she said."

Snape was a little surprised, but he backed up her judgment based on what he knew about the Dark Lord and the various Death Eaters, and he came to the conclusion that she was right.

"If you don't believe my guess, you might as well ask Albus and discuss it with him." Marciana spread her hands.

Snape was at a loss for words, and became anxious again: "It still won't work. You may still have optimistic expectations, but I know that I have almost no chance of surviving this war-I may die at any time. Who knows, next year , next month, next week—”

"To each other." Marciana said calmly, "It is because I may die at any time, so I have to do what I want to do when I am alive. If I really die in a battle in the future, do you think of today? Don't you regret rejecting me?"

Snape's face became more anxious: "You won't die."

She shrugged noncommittally, "I will try my best."

"You haven't thought it through carefully. You think we are running out of time, and what we made was an impulsive decision." Snape's face was pale, "Maybe spies during the war made you feel a little | exciting, but after you calm down, you will Find out I'm just that."

"Do you really think I'm an impulsive person?" She raised her head and looked at him sharply: "You don't have to reject me for the danger we are in, and of course you don't have to accept me for my situation. Stop making excuses Now, Severus Snape, if my intentions are really embarrassing for you, why don't you say that's why I'm going to shut up right away?"

"What reason?"

"Say you don't like me, you think I don't meet your expectations, I'm not your type, and you can't feel really happy with me." Marciana paused, "Say these words, I will promise not to mention today's affairs again, and I will never disturb you again. From then on, you and I will only get along with each other as colleagues. I swear to support your work as always, and do my best to protect you no matter in the Order of the Phoenix or Hogwarts safety, and do our best to help you survive until after the war.”

Snape found himself unable to say that, it was as if his throat had been locked up, and he couldn't even say it against his will.He stood up and paced a few steps in a fretful manner: "You must know this about me: I am not Remus Lupine."

Marciana was confused - although her behavior was reckless, it shouldn't make Snape feel like a fool.

Snape explained: "I mean, I wouldn't be as noble as Lupin. I would never say that you deserve better people to love you. Crap - of course you do. But I, I When I was young, I had nothing, I came from a bad family, and when I grew up, I realized that I need to fight for everything, even the most basic food and respect.”

Marciana raised her eyebrows, but her expression quickly returned to calm, which gave Snape the strength to continue speaking.

"I mean, I'm a person who won't let go of things that belong to me, or even things that might belong to me. I'm used to it. If I don't seize every opportunity, they will leave me. No one would have presented an opportunity to me like it had been presented to Lupine. I always thought Nymphadora Tonks was the best thing that could have happened to Lupine, and he would be foolish to turn her down. I never thought of that. It happens to me too. I'm hesitant not because of Lupinian nobility, but because you really don't know me. If I'm being [-] per cent honest, just for a moment, I didn't I thought about lying to you. But I'm worried—I'm worried that I didn't die in the war. If I survive the war, sooner or later you will understand my nature. By then, you will leave me without a doubt, and I I'm afraid I can't accept it calmly."

He looked at Marciana: "Now that you already know, I'm rejecting you for completely selfish reasons, if you think you've heard enough, you can leave."

Marciana didn't move, just nodded.She listened patiently, as if she could accept everything he said, and as if everything he was going to say must not move her.So he went on.The speed of his speech became very fast, and the words and sentences seemed to be blown out by the pain that had been accumulated for a long time, and it seemed that he was afraid that some words would be exhausted after this one breath, and some words would never be said again.

"You know that I am a Death Eater, and you know my previous crimes, but when you knew me, I was already working for Dumbledore. Maybe this gave you the illusion that I was a good person. Maybe you didn't know that I joined the When I was a Death Eater. I was very young, but I joined the Death Eaters completely voluntarily. Unlike some of my 'colleagues', I was not stupid, fanatical, brainwashed, I wasn't deceived either. Maybe I didn't understand the consequences of joining the Death Eaters, but I did it voluntarily, out of ambition and rage. I knew pure blood supremacy was bullshit, and I was well aware that the Dark Lord's claim would hurt some people, like Lily and her friends, and yet I joined. Because I'm nothing on the other side, and because I hate some of them. I thought I could save Lily with my wits, but I was already I made up my mind to gain status for myself even if I hurt other innocent people. I regret it, but this shame cannot be washed away. I think for this, you will despise me for the rest of my life. I often think, I swear to you The enemies to be killed are actually not that different from Rozier, Rolle, and Dolokhov. If the one who was threatened was not Lily, but Alice Longbottom, for example, I might have always been a Death Eater , will one day become your enemy for trying to hurt you or someone you care about. Every time I think about it, I can't understand why you have even the slightest liking for me."

Marciana seemed to be distracted.She spoke slowly: "It's pointless to think about ifs and maybes. If my parents were both Death Eaters and killed by Aurors, maybe I'd be thinking about killing Alastor today. The truth is , when Lily was threatened, you could have stood by and watched, or you could have reported the letter and thought that you had done your best, but you didn't."

"I understand what you're saying, and I'm not delusional or delusional. It's just that I find myself incapable of feeling disgusted with you, because if I were in your position, with your experiences and emotions, I can't guarantee that I would be able to make a bigger difference. You are a better choice. As for my favorability," she lowered her head and smiled, "it has nothing to do with your identity, whether you are a Death Eater or in the Order of the Phoenix."

A fleeting smile flashed across Snape's face, but there was still some hesitation in his eyes: "You think I can make you happy?"

Marciana had a smile on her face too, determined, brave, hopeful—a Gryffindor smile.

"I think we should at least try."

No one can guarantee that we will live happily ever after.No one can guarantee that we will always love each other.Maybe one day our respective shadows will come back and make me something I hate.Maybe one day you'll love someone else, or one day I'll stop loving you.Maybe fate will take you away, or maybe tomorrow I will die.But none of the dreaded "maybe, or might" can stop me from living for today, and today I do love you.

The author has something to say: There are many problems in the background of my computer today, so sad.

Dumbledore is also routinely taking the blame today.