[HP] This deer is not a deer

Gryffindor Tower.

The lounge is extremely warm. The bright red flames illuminate the entire lounge flickeringly. The warm atmosphere makes one drowsy. Only three or two students from the lower grades are still here, whispering in twos and threes .Harry rushed into the lounge in a panic, and he woke up with a start, sweat dripping down his neck.

The scorching temperature made Harry feel hot all over, and the icy cold in the corridor gradually dissipated from his body. He ran back almost without panting all the way, and Harry began to breathe quickly, gasping for breath, blood-red stained his cheeks.He lowered his face, trying not to draw anyone's attention.

He tried his best to walk towards the corner with his head down, covering his flushed face. Fortunately, no one would notice him at this time. Harry was subtly embarrassed. Unconcealable mirth slowly leaked from his face.

Even though his face was flushed abnormally, even if someone saw him now, they wouldn't think he was being bullied or angry like this, those trance eyes were full of shyness.

Harry lowered his head and hid his head on a chair, subconsciously stuck out the tip of his tongue and touched his lips, only a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, Harry quietly covered his lips with his hands, trying to restrain his chaotic heartbeat.

Soft and moist, but a bit fierce... Harry's cheeks flushed again, and his forehead hit the hard table.He suddenly covered his face, he didn't expect it to be like this, the temperature couldn't drop at all, Harry slid his fingers across his forehead, tightly tangling his messy black hair, wondering what Snape would think of him?

If Snape didn't think he was too shameless, Harry's neck was flushed with shame, and he almost wanted to bang his head on the solid table, but he couldn't stop thinking about what had happened.Harry was mortified to find that he had been truly terrified, and once it was over, Harry couldn't help thinking about it... He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to stop himself from sinking any further, even though it didn't help at all.

Harry sat there in a daze for a long time, until the lounge was almost completely empty, he stood up slowly, forcing himself to go back to the dormitory.

"Are you back? Why did the confinement of the old bat stay so late?" Ron asked vaguely with a sweet bee candy in his mouth, while he was still playing chess with Dean. The two were evenly matched, and Ron kept staring at with a chessboard.

"Hmm." Harry blurted uncontrollably. He heard Ron mentioning Snape, and was cautiously afraid that Ron would find out that something was wrong with him.

Ron seemed to suddenly remember something, and turned to him and asked, "You... Snape didn't do anything to you, did you?"

"no!"

"...Harry?" Ron asked strangely, "What's the matter? Did that old bat, Snape, bully you?"

Harry's cheeks flushed suddenly, he hurriedly turned his back on Ron and pretended to go to his bed, sat down and said, "No! What could be the matter?!"

"Oh, don't be kidding, the old bat must be bullying people... like this." Ron muttered a few words vaguely, and his attention was quickly drawn away by the changes on the chessboard. His knight piece was caught by Dean. His chess piece was cut to pieces and was finally kicked off the chessboard.

Harry turned his head and walked to his bed, worried that Ron would ask something more, but he really thought too much, and Ron's attention was completely on the chessboard.Harry breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly full of gratitude for Ron's slowness, almost thanking Merlin, if it was Hermione, maybe he would be finished.

Harry was in a daze that night, and he didn't even bother to continue looking for the spell for the second match, even though the day of the match was approaching day by day.He thought he would not be able to fall asleep, but who knew that he had just touched the mattress and soon fell into a deep sleep... Too many things happened today, and Harry fell into a dark dream drowsily and tiredly.

Early the next morning, Harry rubbed against the quilt, and opened his eyes in a daze. Before dawn, he woke up strangely, obviously very sleepy...he felt a little limp and erratic.

But Harry still opened his eyes. He let the dim light fall into his eyes in a daze, and turned his head to look at the silent room. Then, Harry felt something was wrong... His back tensed slightly, and then relaxed again. .

He feebly raised his hand and rubbed his face, then buried himself under the quilt in a little embarrassment.There was a strange slippery feeling in the crotch, Harry let out a groan, he groaned a few times, and there was an uncontrollable reaction again.

...he actually had a wet dream.

The soft quilt rubbed against the bottom, and under the wet panties, the semi-hard bottom turned up again. Harry couldn't help but spread his legs slightly, curled up in the quilt and twisted his body. He felt uncomfortable all over his body. That strange feeling... scared Harry more than ever.

But the impulsive reaction still made Harry reach out shamefully, his arm sneaking down, fingertips flicking through his trousers, but that only made him want more.

He knew something was wrong with him... something was terribly wrong, and Harry buried himself in the covers, his eyes closed, remembering the vague dream.He dreamed that Snape kissed him like yesterday... wet and warm lips licked every inch of his territory, the scorching temperature covered all his senses, Harry felt ashamed and embarrassed, closed his eyes and recalled vaguely Clear dreams.

In a hazy dream, he wrapped his arms around Snape's waist, stretched out his hand and stroked the man's hard butt... Harry gulped down his saliva, and shame surged in his heart, he was shameful, why did he do this?He also thought of Snape stroking and scratching his ass, palms over it...

Like that, viciously... violating him, the dream was a bit hazy, and Harry had no experience with it, it all just baffled him.

...was so violated by Snape that he could only cry and struggle.

Harry closed his eyes tightly, his mind was completely disturbed by the remembered erotic dream, he could only pant with his desire, the blurred dream made him unable to restrain his imagination, his vague longing, his clothes being torn apart fiercely, hoping that those pair of Rude hands caressed his waist, kneading vigorously...until weeping and breaking down.

He realized that he should stop thinking like this, Harry bit his lip faintly, but he continued, even more powerless to stop the indulgent thoughts, imagining being bullied to the point of fever, in the dream, he was like a poor struggling baby Under that man, he was viciously violated...

Such fantasies made Harry's whole body into a mess, why...why did he think that Snape should...Harry panted, rubbing his palms harder, and entangled himself tightly.

Fantasizing about how that hand should feel, he couldn't help stroking it, Harry's cheeks flushed abnormally, he couldn't control it, and fantasized about those obsessive dreams intensely.Roughly intensifying the rubbing, Harry bullied himself to the point of crying, his hands trembling slightly, palms covering his sensitive head, rubbing.

He rubbed his fingertips inadvertently, stabbing at the vital sensitive place. The pleasure of rubbing made him tremble, and Harry let out a violent moan... Then his whole body went limp, and he finally collapsed on the bed completely powerlessly.

He shivered slightly, shivering in the quilt so pitifully.

Harry curled up into a ball, wrapping himself in the quilt.

He thought he must be sick.

Harry breathed slowly and quickly, pulled his wet hands out of his slippery trousers, got up slowly, and fumbled for a tissue to wipe his hands.He stood up, the slippery feeling in his pants, Harry couldn't help being ashamed, only grunting in the quiet dormitory, and ran silently to the bathroom.

He locked the door tightly, and when he was cleaning the dirty underwear, he also found that he had accidentally stained his pajamas. Harry washed the underwear vigorously, and could not help but condemn himself, but failed to control those who deviated from the track. thought.

What if he saw Snape... Harry was full of worries.

After spending the whole morning, fortunately Snape didn't pop out of his eyes suddenly as he thought. Of course, this is also impossible.It had been a peaceful morning, and Harry was relieved that no one had even noticed that he was preoccupied.He was afraid that people would see his strange thoughts, even if they believed it or not, they all knew that he was in love with Snape.

It seemed that Harry's mind suddenly became a lot more complicated, and he suddenly found himself worrying and making people panic.

He was afraid that he would expose these secret thoughts, what Hermione and Ron would think of him... and Dumbledore, Snape said, he had always planned to hand him over to Dumbledore... Harry Uneasy, trying to comfort myself, maybe it won't be as bad as this one.

But they would never let Snape have any alone time with him again, Harry thought, laughing at himself again, maybe not?Dumbledore said he believed in Snape, and Snape wasn't in love with him... Snape wouldn't do anything to him at all.

And that kiss... Harry's mood was messed up again. The kiss yesterday made Harry feel terrible, and he became even more abnormal.And Snape didn't do it on purpose, Harry was down, maybe he forced Snape.

He began to pray from the bottom of his heart that Snape was not their enemy.

That weird and frightening hot dream left Harry at a loss, and he didn't dare to look for Snape deliberately, let alone think about it.

And Snape didn't seem to want to see him either.

In the afternoon, after Harry finished his Transfiguration class, a junior Gryffindor came to tell him that Snape had postponed his confinement, that is to say, he didn't have to go to confinement recently.

Harry was a little lost, but soon remembered that they would always see each other.

Although only in Potions class, and Snape never paid him any attention.He'd only deduct Gryffindor's poor, hard-earned points, and Snape wouldn't have wasted an eye on him otherwise.

Time flew by, the weather was still cold, Harry had no time to continue to lose, and Hermione was about to be driven mad by him, because he hadn't found a magic spell to use yet.Whatever it is, he needs to get through Game [-] safely.Let him get through the second game safely!Harry began to frantically spend all his time on it, and he ran into Snape in the library a few times.

Snape would occasionally go to the library to search for books, and he would always stand far away from Harry. Harry occasionally glimpsed Snape talking to Mrs. Pince sometimes, but Harry quickly put Concentrating on the frighteningly high pile of books, it didn't take long for Snape's passing by to be forgotten by him, only occasionally before he went to bed he couldn't help thinking about it.

However, just when he was in such a hurry, another piece of bad news was brought to him. Maybe it was bad news, but Harry couldn't tell how he felt. Maybe it was bad news for him, or good news. information……

The junior Gryffindor shouted at him, "Harry, Professor Snape said that starting today, you are required to report to the Potions Professor's office at eight o'clock on time..."

"Ah? Really..." Harry returned to his senses, "Thank you, I see."

Colin who didn't know when came over and clicked his Muggle camera, Harry was a little impatient, and he gently reminded, "I think it's too shiny, Colin, I have to keep busy... you Can you stop taking pictures?"

"Okay." Colin put down the camera reluctantly, looked at Harry pityingly and said, "We all thought Snape wouldn't think about it, isn't he so annoying? I just happened to Hearing his words in the lobby, he said, if you don’t go, he will be very happy, but unfortunately you owe him three days of confinement, if you don’t go, he will deduct points as compensation..."

Harry just smiled, he didn't say anything, and continued to search for useful content in the thick book.

All day, he didn't read a few words at all.It wasn't until the next night that Harry threw the book in his hand aside in annoyance. At this time, the lounge was very noisy, and it was indeed not a place suitable for concentrating on work.The Weasley twins were yelling loudly, there were scattered ribbons everywhere, and there was an occasional sweet and greasy smell in the air.

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