[HP] This deer is not a deer

"Look - beautiful fluffy hair buttons, you know? We put a little enchantment charm on it, which will make you look very charming in his eyes... By the way, smell it? It has a charming fragrance, refreshing lemon fragrance, and sweet peach blossom fragrance..."

A group of people gathered there.

"Ah!—" An interested girl stroked the fluffy hair button in her hand, and suddenly touched it, and it turned into a jumping white-haired mouse, which startled her, "It can move!"

"It's cute, isn't it?" Fred said exaggeratedly, winking, "This will definitely leave a deep impact on his eyes on Valentine's Day... Even if it's not, it's not a loss to buy one and play it back... …Would you like to have one? Everyone, everyone, and this, just add a little bit of your hair to it... Let the person you like drink it, it will definitely ignite his interest in you...Think about it! Valentine's Day is coming soon... don't forget this important thing because of the game, right?"

"Of course—" George added furtively, "if you're for the heroes of the game, it's even better!"

Harry, who was sitting in the distance, turned his head to watch their conversation, wondering what the hell Fred and George were up to.Harry turned his head uneasily, and found that someone in the lounge was always watching him quietly... Harry trembled all over, and looked around vigilantly, only to find that the eyes of the girls surrounding the Weasley twins were bright, and one or two of them kept looking back at him.

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched, he hurriedly picked up the books on the table, and ran away from the lounge in a panic.Hiding in the dormitory, Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and cursed in his heart, Fred and George, those two bastards!He doesn't want those horrible things to be used on him!

Thinking about Fred and George, those two bastards, he didn't want to be embarrassed in public, or turned into a live duck or something... Harry became more determined, and made up his mind that from today on, he would never accept anyone Give him food!

At night, Harry still couldn't find any usable spells in frustration. He swallowed the lamb chops in his mouth in frustration, glanced at Snape who was sitting expressionlessly on the teacher's bench, and continued to swallow nothing. Food for the mood, but Harry's worry about the game didn't ease in the slightest, even if he was going to be 'alone' with Snape later.

Before eight o'clock, the Gryffindor lounge was still occupied by the Weasley twins, and Harry simply stayed in the dormitory and didn't go out. He was even horrified to find that even Hermione sold those things to Fred and George. An interest in scary stuff.At eight o'clock, Harry immediately left Ron, who was accompanying him to study hard in the dormitory, and went to Snape's office alone.

The corridor was much quieter than the lounge, Harry relaxed slightly, and he quickly walked to the door of the potions professor's office.

He knocked on the door and it opened.

Snape came out, and Harry ducked.

"follow me."

Harry didn't see Snape's expression, he just stared down at the black robe in front of him, followed closely behind, Snape took him to the dungeon without saying a word of nonsense.

As soon as he walked into the classroom, Harry saw the flower pot on the table, and the flower pot was buried with Babo stems, which must have been asked by Snape to Professor Sprout.

"..." Harry glanced at Snape who was standing beside him.

Snape squinted his eyes and didn't glance at him at all. His face was extremely unsightly. That stinky face looked like someone owed him 1000 million Galleons.

"I know Professor Sprout taught you, if you can't, Gryffindor will deduct fifteen points." Snape finished speaking quickly, turned around and strode away. He simply gave Harry another An extra look.

Looking at Snape's back, Harry walked forward to pick up the shovel in a muffled voice.He was shoveling the dirt angrily, and Babostem was trying to bury his body in the soil, and Harry was reluctantly trying to grab the leaves of the struggling Babostem with his hands.

Before long, Harry was sweating profusely.

He had been busy for a long time, trying to carefully dig out the babo stalk, enduring the terrible screaming... Harry wiped the dirt from his face and counted the poor babo on the table Wave stalks.

……

Snape had been standing in front of the boiling cauldron, staring at the potion in the cauldron, keeping a distance from Harry.

He has been keeping a close eye on the changing color of the potion, ignoring the subtle abnormality between the two of them, adding steamed snail horns to the crucible with ease, and stirring the crucible slowly and accurately. There was a bang and bang, and Harry was digging rough at the poor babo stalks.

White mist gradually rose from the cauldron, Snape stopped his hand, he raised his wand and slid in the air, a string of bright green numbers flashed in the air, nine o'clock and forty-six minutes.

Snape walked up to Harry again, and he cast his eyes at the messy table on which lay a poorly managed stalk of Babo.

"Pleasant speed, maybe Professor Sproughton will be happy with your grades, really happy that you passed Herbology." Snape only took one look and said, "Maybe I should give Sprouton a little Small suggestion."

Harry scowled and said nothing.

Snape squinted his eyes and looked contemptuous. He stared imperceptibly at Harry's tightly pursed lips. It seemed that some bad memory made his mood worse. The squinted eyes stared at Harry. Unkind to the extreme.

Harry said nothing, and threw the shovel aside.

"Ten points from Gryffindor," Snape said, "Potter, because of your attitude, maybe I should know why you can't do anything right..."

Harry was like a firecracker, staring at Snape with his messy black hair standing on end. He stared at Snape defiantly. Snape stood there expressionless, looking down at Harry, who was a section shorter than him. , The arrogant and ignoring eyes are extremely contemptuous.

"Sev-le-s." Harry gritted his teeth, and reached out to grab Snape's robe, but because he was not tall enough, he could barely grab the clothes on his chest.

"That's not your name, I'm your professor." He broke Harry's hand coldly and said sternly, "Another ten points from Gryffindor."

Harry let go of his grip on his robe, grabbed Snape's thick right hand, and pulled hard so that he fell forward. Harry bumped into Snape, and he had to grab Snape in annoyance. Snape's waist, ready to punch Snape angrily.

Snape held him in place and didn't let him move, forced Harry to cling to him, his nose pressed against the man's black robe, Harry was almost buried in his arms, annoyed keep struggling.

"Enough! Potter, stop messing with me!" Snape yelled angrily, pinching Harry's struggling hands tightly.

Harry snorted, he was not as strong as Snape, and he let his hands loose and struggled on his own.Snape's breathing became short of breath and angry, Harry kicked him secretly, struggling to break free from the confinement, Snape grabbed his hand and exerted force again.

He was imprisoned by Snape in all his movements, Harry continued to kick Snape with his feet in annoyance, his strength unconsciously getting weaker and weaker.

"Potter, I'm warning you for the last time. I definitely thought about throwing you to Dumbledore." Snape's rapid breathing showed his anger, and he let Harry kick him, reluctantly staring at Seeing Harry's messy black hair buried on his chest, he grabbed Harry tightly like guarding a criminal.

"...But you still didn't do it, I guess you don't want anyone to know?" Harry asked provocatively, the muffled voice was transmitted through the fabric, but it was a little less provocative and weak, which made him Annoyed, he kicked Snape hard again, causing Snape to continue to increase the restraint.

"I don't think these inexplicable and boring things should be dealt with by Dumbledore." He said coldly, "But obviously, some people don't want me to think so! Potter—stop struggling!"

"I, uh..." Harry seemed to be struggling to speak, but he was gradually suffocated, unable to speak, the tip of his nose was still buried on Snape's chest, and Harry unconsciously rubbed against Snape's chest. With the tip of his nose, he sniffed a strange and familiar smell blankly. Snape's attitude annoyed him, but his current state made him feel sleepy and difficult to breathe.

Unknowingly, he stretched out his hand to cling to Snape, and moved his lips. Through the robe, his soft lips seemed to be kissing the warm chest.

In an instant, Snape pushed him away, Harry was blinded by lack of oxygen, and Snape took a step back.Harry hadn't recovered yet, but he sensed it immediately, lost.

Over and over again... always like this, he stood quietly waiting for Snape's angry punishment.

The dungeon was dull. For a while, Harry was still standing there in a daze. He watched Snape take another step back, avoiding his eyes in embarrassment. It seemed that something made Snape fearful and angry at the same time. He hit the table behind him—

"That's enough! - You give it to me, get out of here." Snape's deep voice showed a hint of hoarseness, and he stopped looking at Harry.

"...Are you afraid of me?"

"To shut up--"

"You don't hate my hugs, and you don't actually hate my kisses. You're always in the same room with me. I know, I know how you should react when you hate me...is right." Harry whispered , "But I'm not sure..."

"You don't hate my hugs... but you're afraid."