[HP] This deer is not a deer

The door behind him was pushed open, Snape walked in, closed the door behind him, and saw Harry for the first time.

At that moment, Harry's eyes sparkled, and the pounding heart in his chest, obviously still a little timid, suddenly jumped up because of Snape's eyes.

He is really hopeless.

It wasn't long before he'd yelled at Snape, angrily swore to tell him he hated him.Why was he yelling at Snape that he hated him?Snape hated him even more.

There were only the two of them in the office, and Harry looked up at Snape longingly.

Snape walked over slowly, with a lingering gloom on his face, and a puzzled look in his eyes staring at Harry.

He walked in front of Harry, Harry hardly thought too much, and suddenly opened his arms and rushed towards Snape!

"Snape! I love you!" He embraced Snape with open arms, and growled irrationally.

Snape was stunned by the roar, and was immediately bumped into his arms by Harry. The touch of the cloth was full of warmth. Snape was caught off guard by the sudden hug. He didn't even react, and Harry didn't give him any thought. There was no room for him, and a hairy head was buried on his chest.

When he came back to his senses, he found that some troublemaker had hugged him tightly, his arms were hanging around his neck, and Harry was dangling and leaning on him, his feet dangling in mid-air.

He subconsciously tightened his arms, and slightly touched Harry's waist with his cold hands. Harry moved closer, and the warm breath tainted Snape's palm.He didn't throw Harry out of the way right away, and when Snape finally realized what he was doing, a moment of embarrassment flashed across his face.

His back was stiff as a rigid rock.Harry rubbed his head against him, his low voice disturbing Snape's thoughts, "I, I didn't really mean to yell at you...you know, I hate you...not... ' Harry's soft whisper quickly died away.

He just quietly buried his face, kissing his cheek on Snape's front.

Harry leaned against him leaning against him, peeking at him with his green eyes raised a little pitifully, his nostrils breathing on Snape's profile.Snape's breathing was tight, his expression was a little empty, and a look of bewilderment flashed across his face.But his hands still touched Harry's tough and thin waist, and his arms hugged Harry tightly...

He's being goddamn careful...watching so Harry doesn't actually fall and hit the floor and blow the little bastard's ass off.

He didn't feel like he should throw Harry roughly out of the way! ——

Snape thought everything was terrible, and even though he didn't think it was a good decision to actually throw Harry out, he wasn't mad about it?Harry was still in his arms, so close that Snape tensed stiffly, he was strangely occupied by Harry's arms, his chest felt warm and soft that didn't belong to him.

Fresh...and warm and hot, Snape subconsciously relaxed the pressure, but unconsciously tightened his arms, tightly wrapped around Harry's waist, trying to hold Harry steady and prevent him from falling , Snape was vaguely at a loss, Harry didn't notice it—Snape's fingertips were stiff, and he didn't even exert any force, relying entirely on the strength of Harry leaning on him to maintain his balance.

He seemed afraid that his hands might hurt something, and he didn't even dare to touch them.

Even though Snape thought irritably and confusedly that he should stay away from him, he didn't immediately get the clingy Harry out of the way.

However, before Snape could recover, Harry's face was enlarged in front of him, and Snape realized that they were getting closer.Snape suddenly sensed something was wrong, and pulled away vigilantly, but Harry tried his best to move up, and touched his cheek with the tip of his nose, with such pitiful fawning.

Snape flinched at Harry's haphazard, unexpected approach.

Harry veered off track, a warm and soft touch fell on the bridge of Snape's nose, Harry leaned in front of him, so close, so close that it was hard to back off, his lips rubbed against Snape's stiff nose On the table, he gave a 'tweet' indifferently, so intimate that Harry's face suddenly turned red.

…Harry coughed and felt a little shameless.

But those clean green eyes were filled with joy, and he slightly raised the corners of his mouth, leaning forward to kiss Snape's cheek again.

The high and thin cheekbones slammed against Harry's lips, and the touch was very clear.Snape was in a panic and had no way to escape.Those black eyes stared blankly at Harry, and Harry leaned nervously in front of him, blinking clean green eyes, weird but fascinating.

Snape flinched vaguely, a sour and terrible emotion permeated his heart, Snape immediately noticed that a horrible sour feeling was attacking quickly and fiercely - the beating heart violently He curled up heavily, his pupils narrowed slightly, as if he was going to be dug out alive by someone, and his slender index finger, which was originally weak, curled up into a ball.

However, taking advantage of this moment, Harry's hands wrapped around Snape's neck tightened again, the warm and soft hug was addictive, and Harry embraced him wholeheartedly.

Snape finally woke up, and forced Harry to push him away.

In the end, he just carefully dropped Harry to the ground.

As soon as he put Harry down, he subconsciously raised his hand to touch his nose. He sensed that he was behaving abnormally, and Snape took a small step back in embarrassment, trying to maintain his superficial composure.Snape looked stiff, looking down at Harry with utterly calm black eyes, but no one but himself knew what was wrong with him.

He clearly realized that he was shrinking, so embarrassed that he was even worse than retreating.

In fact, Snape's attention was all focused on the eyes Harry was looking at him, those beautiful eyes sparkled, and Snape held his breath, and he didn't really come back to himself.

Harry looked at Snape without blinking, and Snape looked away for a moment in embarrassment, a feeling he couldn't, couldn't possibly approve.

He can deceive anyone, even himself, but the beating heart is still getting more and more chaotic.

Snape began to use Occlumency uncontrollably.

He is old, Snape murmured to himself in his heart, he stared dryly at Harry in front of him, that look seemed to be looking at some terrible scourge, Snape could even clearly discern that the terrifying and terrifying He was afraid of what his fragility meant, everything was so terrifying that a terrifying monster with claws and claws stepped on Snape's heart recklessly and destructively.

He was silent.

Harry was nervous, but Snape remained icy silent, just staring at Harry.

He should be grumpy and angry, Harry had given him a dark mood all afternoon at one point, but he didn't admit it was the boy in front of him.Snape couldn't even deny that Harry had made him so bad at one point that he said...hated him.He should have ignored all this indifferently, and then he said that he fell in love with him.

"Snape..." Harry carefully stretched out his hand to pull his sleeve, but Snape withdrew his hand back, as if unwilling to let him touch it in disgust.

Harry bowed his head and said nothing.

Snape's Adam's apple rolled, but he didn't do anything, although something inside told him that it wasn't his idea.

For no reason, Snape couldn't help scolding himself, but he couldn't stop thinking about it. He couldn't control the ups and downs of terrible emotions, as if he fell into hell, and then was pulled into the terrible heaven.Harry's hug was much better than he'd imagined.

Snape stared blankly at Harry, stopping, even like a silent mute.

Everything turned out to be worse than expected, Snape froze and couldn't move.

13 years.

He froze in place like a log, and Snape watched Harry turn his head away, his clean eyes gradually stained with annoyance, and filled with heartbreaking sadness.

Snape stared at Harry mercilessly, and strangely - he couldn't take his eyes off Harry at all.

"Lily..." He murmured dryly as if distracted, repeated the name dumbly, but asked himself dryly in his heart, what was he thinking right now.

Harry stared blankly at him, watching him lost his mind, watching him call someone else's name in a low voice.

"Snape...?"

Snape lowered his head, his straight black hair fell on his shoulders, and the bright light from the fireplace cast a blurred shadow, making it difficult to see his expression clearly.Snape's eyes fell directly on Harry's cheek, but he never moved.The moving lips seemed to be reading someone's name, but it was just an empty space that allowed him to barely maintain his expression.

"We'll never be able to," he said coldly.

Harry's eyes widened at his words, those eyes widened, and he opened his mouth as if to ask why, but no sound came out.Snape's face, which became painful and terrifying in the silence, was entangled for a moment, revealing a complex mess, even mixed with guilt that Harry didn't understand...and fragile betrayal.

Snape twitched the corners of his mouth mockingly, revealing a distorted grin full of contempt.

Lily is correct.

He had never thought so seriously that her choice was correct.He is not only dark and weird, but also mentally fragile, crazy, unable to control his emotions, selfish and inhuman, and no one cares about him!Now there is another strange problem.

Snape straightened his fragile back, but all his strength was slowly drained.

Lily Evans... Snape swallowed the name dryly, moving his lips that were stuck together.

No...he doesn't deserve it.

Snape sensed that he was beginning to become vulnerable, and he began to shrink back timidly, but it was not angry, as if he had cut his own lungs with his own hands, dripping with blood.He clearly felt that those strange pains were not many, and they couldn't even make him suffer, but they made him sad, and there was a little bit of hope in it strangely.

It almost made Snape think he hated Harry.

He stared at Harry with a dark, cold gaze, and Harry was stared with terror.

But he didn't think it was enough, Harry didn't understand what he was facing at all, Harry's every move was like a disguised punishment to Snape, and the person who executed the torture was Harry.

He was gradually falling into another irredeemable abyss, and even without anyone's malicious calculations, Snape found himself falling powerlessly.

Maybe he really owed the Potter family to provoke these things that shouldn't happen.

...He actually had a faint longing, longing for failure without a fight, he struggled and couldn't get up.

Snape looked away from Harry, who was gradually trembling.

He is frustrated.

...everything has become out of control.

Feelings for no reason, but they were not without warning. Snape clearly felt the defeat in his heart, and it seemed that there was only a little bit of warmth left on his body. Strange thoughts suddenly surged, and he began to long for a hug.

Weird, withdrawn, stubborn, irritable, and... vulnerable, Harry was caught off guard and attacked.

Originally, Snape didn't know anything at all, and he once thought Harry was just a deer.

And then, that's how it all started - from the very beginning, they were off to a terrible start, and Snape knew it from the beginning, he'd been on his guard since the beginning!He restrained, he...

But that's damn it - it's still a crazy bad start!

Excessive care, attention, is simply a mistake.

... Without knowing exactly where to start, Harry changed.

And him, Severus Snape.

Snape stood dryly in front of Harry, he couldn't even find a reason to continue to drive Harry away at this moment, it could only be seen through his panic at a glance.

He didn't dare to treat Harry casually anymore, so he didn't dare to drive Harry away even more.

"Lily?... Lily?" Harry stared blankly at him, muttering the name repeatedly that he didn't understand, and he looked at Snape with bewildered eyes.

Harry didn't understand, he didn't understand who the name was referring to.

Snape was jerked sharply and woke up.

"Harry Potter." He said his name softly and heavily, his black eyes were almost emotionless, and he said without emotion, "I don't know what you are thinking, but I can't be with you, never."

Snape's words made him pale for a moment, and Snape avoided looking into his eyes.

"...Do you have someone you like?" Harry tried hard to hold back his panic, he was rejected terribly, but he tried to act indifferent, and his voice was trembling uncontrollably, "why, why didn't you say Woolen cloth?"

Snape just turned and walked towards the desk without saying a word to Harry.

"...Where is the person you like?" Harry couldn't help talking.

He didn't know what he wanted to say, he spoke incoherently, as if he was trying to show that he didn't care, but he expressed his heartbreak weakly, "...I never saw you with her... Ah, sorry ,I'm not……"

"I've never been with her." Snape cut Harry coldly, refusing to talk to Harry about it.

But he can't deceive anyone, no one is nothing, even if he deceives Harry is the best choice.

Harry finally shut up.

Snape didn't see his fragile green eyes, and his back was turned to Harry.

Harry twitched his fingertips slackly, hesitating, watching Snape flip through things on his desk.

But before he could figure out what to do, Snape turned his head and said to him, "Potter, I don't want you thinking about those meaningless things, shut your mouth, come and take the potions textbook back and copy it." Fifty times I didn't say lockdown is over, I don't want to repeat anything I said tonight, if you say those stupid things again I'll give Gryffindor fifty points if you want me to tell Deng Bullido's words."

"I do not……"

"Listen!" snapped Snape. "Forget what you said, or I'll hand you over to Dumbledore."

Harry could only hold back his nod.

Snape didn't intend to entangle him in those things, but suddenly became a little distant and distant.

The loss of control just now was cleaned up by Snape, Harry turned his head to look at Snape's cold and stern tight lips, which seemed to indicate Snape's determination.

Snape's attitude towards him was no different from before, still cold and cunning.

Harry bowed his head and followed Snape out of the office, they were going to the dungeon.

He silently followed behind Snape, but he kept thinking of the name that Snape uttered... Lily, who could Lily be... Who the hell?Why didn't he hear the full name clearly... Harry thought blankly, so what if he heard it clearly?

And Snape wasn't with her at all.

Wait, Harry woke up with a start, Snape wasn't with her at all!

He suddenly raised his head to look at Snape's dark back, and followed closely behind Snape, his dangling fingertips always seemed to touch his robe, but finally put his hand away carefully.

Snape strode forward and Harry could only follow closely behind him.

They walked into the dungeon, Snape turned around and walked towards the large cage that had been prepared, he glanced at Harry lightly, and whispered to the restless Harry, "Well, you should finish tonight. "

Harry glanced at it and took a step back.

It was a rat, a real rat.

He took another step back, turned to look at Snape, but Snape didn't respond.Harry's fragmented heart cracked again, the sadness filling his chest was squeezed timidly, and all kinds of weird emotions rushed up.

Harry felt it again—this -old-bat-bat-to-the-bottom-has-many-disgusted-people-dislike-!

The author has something to say:

I don't know if some people think that Snape is too fragile as the king of attack... But there is no reason to assume that being the king of attack means that he will not be vulnerable. Snape himself is not a powerful hero.