[HP] This deer is not a deer

Harry shuddered at the thought of his horror.

But think about it, what does it actually mean?Harry secretly convinced himself that he was just thinking about it anyway, and no one would know, let alone become a reality.

Just in Harry's wild imagination, the last week of term is approaching, and the school is getting busier and noisier day by day.There were rumors about the Yule Ball, most of which Harry didn't believe - Dumbledore's purchase of eight hundred casks of spiced mead from Rosmerta of the Three Broomsticks, for example.It's possible, however, that he ordered the Weird Sisters to be true.

Harry was looking forward to Friday the most, he could not wait to leave the castle early, but at the same time, Snape's Potions class was also the most painful for him.

But once he got through Potions class, Harry's mood began to brighten rapidly.

The weather was very cold, and the time he could stay was getting shorter and shorter, and the time for transforming was shortening dramatically, but he still rushed to the meeting place like flying.

One day, he would not be able to appear in front of Snape.

...Snape would slowly forget him too.

I wonder if Snape will always remember him?

After a night of fuss with Snape, Harry left earlier than usual, terrified, terrified of turning back in front of Snape.Back in the dormitory at night, Harry lay on the bed in a daze until the night gradually deepened, and Ron also lay on the bed, and the sound of snoring could be heard slightly in the dormitory.

He looked out at the dark night sky, his heart suddenly felt sour, and the sudden emotion almost didn't come back, but it made Harry's eyes slightly wet. He raised his hand and covered his eyes pretending not to care, pretending to be dozing off, but in fact he didn't at all. People will notice him because the lights have been turned off and it is dark around him.

It wasn't until late at night that Harry gradually fell asleep in a daze... He dreamed of Snape.

He knew he was dreaming, his heart was pounding... impulsively, impatiently, and immediately grabbed Snape and he heard himself talking anxiously, explaining in a flustered way that he was Who, but he couldn't explain it.

Harry panicked, afraid that Snape wouldn't believe him, and it made him miserable.

Snape didn't recognize him and looked cold.

Harry reached out and hugged Snape tightly.

But—why did he hold him?Harry frowned tightly, but grabbed Snape even harder.

Sticking it tightly... Although it was very rude, it even made him panic... He had never been so close to Snape, and Harry fell into the darkness again in a daze, and the warmth made him gradually escape from the nightmare... Like Soaked in warm water, a warm feeling spread all over his body... He saw Snape again, and he, in his arms.

He kissed him affectionately, and then...then, Snape reached out and hugged him, leaned his head against his cheek, and kissed his cheek lightly... But, not enough, Harry murmured softly ...The kiss gradually sucked on his lips, he opened his mouth, and kissed and tasted the soft tip of his tongue in shame... He vaguely felt that this was immoral.

But he couldn't control it, he couldn't wait to cling to Snape, clinging to it...

——Then, Harry was at a loss and felt something was wrong, Snape was much taller than him... It seemed that something was wrong, Snape leaned over, he was hugged, his chest was pressed against him, cold and The warm touch made Harry confused, and he rubbed it affectionately and longingly...

Harry woke up from the heat, the warm bed was so hot that he almost couldn't breathe, he curled up in the quilt, no wonder it was hard to breathe.

The next second, the wet feeling under his body made Harry wake up suddenly, and he quietly got up from the bottom of his heart in embarrassment. He looked left and right, but no one in the dormitory woke up. Fear, mixed with humiliation, contempt, and desire gradually climbed amidst the panic, Harry clamped his legs short of breath, stiff in embarrassment.

He hurriedly got up on his stomach and ran to the bathroom.

It wasn't until he let out uncontrollably that Harry cleaned himself up in a daze.

Everyone in the dormitory also woke up, and Harry who came back pretended to be indifferent, secretly ashamed, even flustered, puzzled by the backlog in Harry's heart, for several days, even talking to Ron, Harry became terribly frightened, as if he had suddenly burst into an unfamiliar door, lest anyone discover the secret.

...he likes men?Harry tried hard to think of Cho Chang's face...but he couldn't help but think of Snape, and Harry thought about him and Ron...it was unimaginable, but Harry thought in turn, if into Snape—

He blushed.

"Harry! What's the matter with you recently?!" Hermione's voice suddenly increased, Harry was startled, and finally came back to his senses.

He faltered and perfunctory, "It's nothing..."

"Oh... really?" Hermione stared at him suspiciously, "Harry, are you in love with someone?"

"Why, how could it be?" Harry hastily denied, trying to ask, "Why do you think so?"

"Oh, look at you recently, you're always absent-minded, and..." Hermione pondered carefully in doubt, "you're always in a good mood all of a sudden, and then inexplicably down... Do you know? Occasionally your empty eyes It's just... I don't know how to describe it? It's like seeing something lovely... Also, you're always snickering."

Listening to Hermione's explanation, Harry's face gradually turned red.

"No, it's not..." He tried hard to deny it, his cheeks were hot, and he stammered in frustration.

Ron on the side stared at him in amazement, and said dumbfounded, "Harry, who do you really like? Who do you like?"

"I, I..." Harry's face turned white and red when asked, "No one..."

"That's great," said Ron suddenly, "so you have someone to dance with, right? Are you going to invite her?"

Harry's face darkened, and he asked Snape... to be his partner? !

Harry imagined for a second, then shuddered, he couldn't imagine the terrible face on Snape's face when he heard his request—

But Harry also overlooked one thing, if he really invited Snape, he didn't know who was the dancer, anyway, it couldn't be Snape anyway.

"No...no need." He gritted his teeth and refused Ron's tattered proposal.

Hermione asked Harry strangely, "What's the matter?"

"..." Harry hesitated, his cheeks turning pale and red.

He looked left and right, and there was no one around the corridor, so he carefully gritted his teeth and approached. The mysterious posture made Ron and Hermione couldn't help but lean forward, ears pricked up, waiting for the answer.

"I mean...if the person I like isn't a girl..." Harry gritted his teeth and swallowed the words halfway through. Hermione and Ron were stunned for a moment, obviously not responding, and then they saw Haha Leigh looked terrified.

Hermione hurriedly comforted him, "Don't worry, you... er, who do you really like?"

Harry didn't speak, and hurried forward at a quick pace, Ron and Hermione hurriedly followed, Ron took a long time to think about it, and he said in a low voice, "Harry...you, Why don't you like girls? You like... who, who?"

"The person you like is someone we know?" Hermione asked carefully, and then felt wrong, "You really don't have... feelings for girls?"

"I don't know," Harry whispered, "it's...you know each other."

"Is he from Hogwarts?" Hermione asked.

Harry bit his lip, acquiescing.

But no matter how Ron and Hermione asked repeatedly, he was unwilling to tell them his name.

Hermione was very troubled by this, but Hogwarts didn't have any reference books to borrow in this regard, which caused Hermione to be absent-minded for a long time. These days, she always started to be in a daze halfway through her homework. Isn't it just biting his lips in distress, and occasionally even biting his nails without knowing it.

Ron didn't seem to understand what was going on, but he was very confused by Harry's words. Other than that, he should eat and drink. He said to the distressed Hermione, "I don't feel it." What's wrong with Li, maybe he accidentally thought wrong or not, he doesn't look much different from usual, doesn't he?"

But what he said only made Hermione give him a hard look, and then ignored him again. She turned her head and continued to work hard on her homework.

Ron could only touch his nose and shrug.

After a few days, Hermione was reluctant to dwell on the matter because she found it was useless.

What's more, Harry has more important things to do, because Harry still hasn't solved the puzzle of the golden egg. The egg obtained from the first game has been ignored by Harry until now!Hermione seriously warned Harry, who was always absent-minded, that he couldn't keep thinking about those things!

Harry still had to find a female dance partner, and they had Hogwarts lessons to go on.

The Yule Ball was coming, which made everyone distracted, which seemed to be a less prominent anomaly for Harry.

Only Hermione and Ron knew it wasn't the case at all.

Not only was Harry absent-minded, but few of the students in Hogwarts wanted to take the class seriously, which made Harry even less energetic to listen to the lecture. Even though Hermione warned him sternly, Ron muttered, "What does it matter, few people work as hard as she does."

Harry took this very seriously, and he didn't want to hear Hermione's advice again.

In some classes, some teachers, the diminutive Professor Flitwick, simply stopped teaching when they saw that the students were obviously absent-minded.He'd allowed them to play games in his class on Wednesdays, and he'd spent most of the time talking to Harry, about that wonderful Flying Charm Harry had used in his first Triwizard Tournament.

Harry tried very hard not to let himself be distracted from thinking about the thing that couldn't be solved by thinking about it. Even though Professor Flitwick was talking to him, Harry still couldn't help being distracted.

As for other courses, the teachers are not so easy to talk to.

Professor Binns continued to trudge through his pile of Goblin Rebellion notes—students speculated that since Professor Binns hadn't let his own death stand in the way of continuing to teach, little things like Christmas couldn't possibly He is distracted.

Strange to say, he could make a bloody, thrilling goblin rebellion as dull as Percy's report at the bottom of the cauldron.

Professor McGonagall and Moody didn't let the students idle until the last second before get out of class ended.

Not to mention Nip, who would rather adopt Harry as a godson than let his classmates play games in class.He surveyed the class sullenly and told them that he would be testing their antidote/poison/drug/potion in the last class of the term.

This is probably the class in which the students behaved the most peacefully and attentively in all the courses, except that Harry was still not quite right, and even something was so wrong that Hermione, who turned her head to look at him frequently, could tell at a glance that he was not right. comfortable.