[HP] This deer is not a deer

He must have thought about how to deal with him in the first place!Even if he confessed, it's still like this!

Harry's shattered glass heart shattered into dust, and was blown about by a gust of malevolent wind that seemed to be mocking him.

He was even pushed forward by Snape.

"Okay, let's do it quickly, Potter."

Harry stared at the live rats, his messy hair standing on end.

"Harry, don't just stand there in a daze, you've already wasted a lot of time."

Harry turned to look at Snape, who ignored him and walked away quickly.Harry could only look down at the locked mice in frustration.He silently walked to the prepared table not far away, on which silver knives and other useful things were placed early, obviously Snape had already prepared it, and it was not a temporary idea at all.

Snape really hated him, and Harry tried to swallow his frustration and ignore the scary live rats.

He began to fill his brain with other things in a mess, he was thinking about the game, and then he thought of Sirius, but in the end, Harry's mind turned in a circle, his eyes involuntarily moved away, and he looked at Sney who was not far away. Pu floated away.

The dimly lit basement classroom looked gloomy and cold. Snape stood in front of the medicine rack with his back to Harry. After a while, he walked towards the podium. Harry stared at Snape without blinking. Hoping to find something out of Snape's face, how angry was Snape?How much did Snape hate him?

But he couldn't see anything, Harry stared gloomily at the expressionless Snape, lowered his head silently, feeling again the sensation of a live mouse being disembowelled in his hands.Harry thought Neville was right, why should he have feelings for this man?Truly eccentric and obnoxious.

Time passed bit by bit.

Harry's drooping head went stiff.

He stared dryly at the reprocessed mouse internal organs in his hand, as well as the evenly cut limbs, he blinked his moist eyes, and finally couldn't help but look up at Snape, although there was nothing wrong with it. usefulness.

Harry looked up, only to realize that Snape had been standing in the distance watching him for some time. Harry blinked, and looked at Snape with almost undisguised hope.

Snape's expression flickered slightly, and he remained silent indifferently.

Harry worked up his courage and said, "Snape..."

But Snape didn't respond, he looked down at the book on the table, picked it up and sat down.

Harry was dumb, and the fire in his heart was burning, ignoring him!Harry was holding the silver knife in his hand, his fingernails were stuffed with dirty entrails.

He put down the silver knife lightly, without Snape noticing.Harry turned a corner quietly, he walked around the table, and walked quietly towards Snape who was sitting on the edge of the podium, and when Snape suddenly noticed, Harry had already walked in front of him.

Those green eyes stared at him, Snape straightened his back suddenly, and was about to stand up vigilantly, but Harry had already stretched out his claws viciously towards him!

"-Potter!" Snape growled angrily.

But Harry didn't hesitate, he grabbed Snape's clothes!

Snape tried to back away, but he was sitting on the chair, there was no way to back off.

"let go!!"

Snape's face contorted.

"—Harry Potter!!" Snape snarled, Harry still clung to him, the claws shifted slightly, but still scraped against his clothes.

"Snape...Professor," Harry whispered.

Snape's distorted face became even more terrifying. He wanted to stand up and get rid of Harry who was holding him tightly, but Harry suddenly moved closer, and Snape shrank back in embarrassment, his back touching Reaching the hard back of the chair, he stared annoyedly and awkwardly at Harry and leaned forward. Harry cautiously kissed the bridge of his tall nose, which made Snape's pupils shrink sharply and his whole body stiffened.

Harry didn't notice this, and he drew back a little scared, watching Snape's stiff face carefully with blinking green eyes.

He began to feel guilty.Presumably Merlin would know exactly what he was up to.

Snape's stiff, contorted face gradually turned fierce.

"That... uh," he stared dryly at Snape, who had just had a sudden and impromptu...

"...Uh, hug, sorry?" Harry shrank his neck and asked in a low voice.

"Sorry? If you really know what you've done to me! Potter!" Snape laughed back angrily, "immediately! Get your claws—" he growled almost frantically, "take it off me immediately [-] points deducted from Gryffindor!!"

Harry withdrew his hand abruptly, and guiltily shrank the dirty hand behind Snape's bloody body.He stared at Snape with a terribly distorted expression, and silently swallowed his saliva... He lowered his head and stared at Snape's messy black robe, although it was not obvious, but there were obvious traces of blood .

He really wanted to take revenge on Snape on purpose, Harry was secretly proud, he grabbed Snape with dirty bloodstains all over his body, and took revenge on him!Then...he took another bite of the old bat, which seemed wrong to Harry, because the bite was not in the right place.Annoyance flashed in his eyes, but he didn't really repent, he was just thinking, why did he kiss Snape's nose?

The first thing that caught his sight was Snape's protruding big nose... His thoughts seemed to go astray again, Harry lowered his gaze, and quietly stuck out the tip of his tongue to lick his lips in embarrassment , swallowing saliva with slight throat movements, carefully moistening dry lips.

Snape's complexion suddenly became even more ugly, he looked away strangely, and pursed his lips sullenly.

The dark basement classroom was a bit too quiet. Harry raised his head carefully and observed the cloudy and uncertain Snape. He looked at Snape expectantly, as if expecting him to give a surprising answer. .

Snape's throat was dry, and he swallowed back the violent growl.Even though he said it so clearly, this stupid little Gryffindor still didn't know what it meant to give up.

"Now—as you wish," Snape said sharply with twisted expression, "you can leave!"

He still rejected him, and there was no room for it.

Harry flinched involuntarily, with a shocked look on his face, he lowered his head suddenly, as if he was being bullied by someone.Harry's appearance made Snape feel irritable, and the boy's frizzy hair was about to fall down, as if he had been viciously trampled and trampled by him, and his confidence was shattered by repeated rejection.

Harry moved his lips hesitantly, and finally turned away without speaking.

Snape watched him from behind him, saw his feet staggered, and ran out of the dungeon in a panic.

The sad loss that makes people see through at a glance.

Just like he thought no one would find out!Snape's face was gloomy, but it's a pity that Harry's every move was firmly in his eyes.

Snape stared at the firmly closed door, the dark basement classroom finally completely quieted down, and the empty space returned to the coldness it should have. He finally drove away the source of restlessness.

He stood up irritably, and a few minutes later, Snape sat back in his chair, holding his brow weakly, thinking slowly about the damn thing - maybe he should give Harry to someone else, whoever it was, Minerva or Filch could do without him.

This evasive thought annoyed Snape, just as he flinched in fear in front of Harry, Snape raised his hand and tugged at the buttoned robe, only to feel a mess of blood... And some slimy goo, the mess Harry made on him on purpose!He was pretty sure the little guy was taking revenge on him.

It was so damn annoying, Snape stared uncertainly at the messy bloodstains on his hands, and finally put aside the lingering thoughts in his mind.

Snape hadn't lifted Harry's detention.

On the second night, Snape saw Harry, who reported on time, in the office as usual, and he actually saw a bit of careful expectation in Harry's eyes, even though he revealed that it was obvious at a glance. loss and retreat.Maybe he really rejected Harry too hard yesterday, and he finally knew how to be afraid.

Harry was afraid of him.

Snape had trouble discerning those mixed emotions, but he wasn't in a good mood.

Harry walked in front of him with his hands tied, keeping a conservative distance of one meter.

"Come here," he said.

Harry hesitated, then moved forward a little.

Snape irritably and coldly gouged out Harry who was still a meter away from his desk, and said softly, "If your ears weren't blocked by some fermented mandrake, I miss you You should understand human language, ten points from Gryffindor, Potter, come up!"

He saw Harry walking up to him in frantic steps, and those green eyes gave him a frantic glance, making his stomach churn with displeasure.

This was what he was looking forward to. Snape looked coldly at Harry who was trying to lower his head. He dismissed his original idea and just randomly pulled out a not-so-heavy textbook, which was this year's Potions textbook.

He tossed the textbook in front of Harry and said, "Finish this and go and sit anywhere over there."

Harry was taken aback, looked up abruptly, and gave Snape a bewildered look. He didn't seem to expect Snape's punishment to be so light.

His astonished look devastated Snape, and he slammed the textbook down in front of Harry, who was startled and took a step back, and Snape snapped, "What are you still standing here for?" ? Take your things and go over there!"

Harry reached out to pick up the textbook and the parchment for punishment, and quickly walked away from Snape. Harry's evasive attitude did not make Snape's bad mood better. Was stuffed into a stone.

The office was very quiet, time was slowly moving in the warm office, except for Snape occasionally looking up at Harry, there was almost no movement, Harry was always with his head buried, Snape even suspected , Harry didn't copy the book honestly as ordered, but Snape was unwilling to take the initiative to go forward to check it out.

An hour passed quickly, and the flames were brightly lit in the warm fireplace, which made the warm room not even the slightest chill, and Snape didn't pay too much attention to Harry.Harry was as quiet as if he didn't exist. It wasn't until the confinement time was almost over that Snape looked up, and he saw Harry turning his head and looking at the wall clock that was moving little by little.

Snape snorted coldly, and Harry lowered his head abruptly.

"Harry, bring the book in your hand."

He turned his head to look at Snape, walked around in a silent circle, and walked to the side of the desk, he was almost at Snape's side, they were so close, Harry looked at Snape.

"Put it down, you can go." Snape said calmly and coldly, tapping the table with his fingertips lightly, without further words.

Harry's hand was a little slow, and he looked at Snape with wandering eyes. Snape sensed that Harry might have something to say?Harry took another small step forward quietly. Snape looked cold, but he didn't stop him.

He slowly approached him, Snape watched Harry approaching helplessly, the immature face was infinitely enlarged in front of his eyes, Snape reached out his hand vigilantly to push Harry away.

The two were so close that Snape could reach out and touch Harry, and his palm was about to land on Harry's collar, but Snape's hand stopped in mid-air, and he seemed to subconsciously He didn't want to touch the boy in front of him.

Harry grabbed Snape's shoulders, quickly taking Snape's missed chance, and Harry's lips fell on Snape's cheek.

Warm, soft, the touch of the kiss on Snape's cheek was unusually obvious, Snape didn't roar immediately, go crazy, and even pushed Harry away immediately without reflexes.

He stared at Harry with a stiff face, dark eyes that made Harry a little uneasy.

But he didn't shake his hand and throw him out.

Harry's green eyes were wide open, staring at the stiff Snape, he mustered up his courage again, and gently kissed the corner of Snape's lips, but a thin stream of sweat broke out from his back , which made him feel hot and cold all over.

Snape moved, and he immediately wanted to push Harry away, but Harry let go of him before Snape could finish his refusal.

"Snape..." Harry moved his lips slightly, nervous and even frightened, with a pale blush on his cheeks, after half a second of silence, Harry shrank back, as if he was afraid of Snape's sudden growl Throw him out of the office.

"You shouldn't," Snape whispered.

Harry took a step back, dodging Snape's sight shyly, before Snape could speak again, he suddenly turned his back, lowered his head and rushed out, and ran away without even remembering that he was still in confinement, Harry He rushed out of the office, not even having time to close the door that he slammed open.

The door swung back and forth and creaked fragilely.