[HP] This deer is not a deer

"Enough," Snape warned hoarsely, as if something had stiffened him, "Obviously wrong—"

"I don't understand!" interrupted Harry stubbornly. "I hugged you and you were angry. I kissed you and you refused. But I don't feel you hate it. I thought that kiss would make you angry, But you didn't do anything to me."

"That's your illusion."

"Do you hate my kisses?"

"..."

There was no answer for a moment of silence, and Harry kept looking at him.

"No matter what the reason is, it's all your illusion."

"I still like you."

"..."

"Will you hand me over to Dumbledore?"

"……"meeting.The dry words fell into his throat, and Snape continued to remain strangely silent, but the boy's eyes were gradually stained with hope, and those green eyes gradually brightened, clean and full of persistence.

Looking at him so intently, Snape breathed heavily.

……

Not to fool him.

"I don't want to give up yet."

Harry...

The dark and dark room was a little messy, and the air was a little chilly.

……do not give up.

Snape mumbled a few times with a dry cough, opened his eyes, his familiar vision was dark, slightly messy and narrow, and the scattered black pupils gradually gathered.

It is early morning.

He slowly stretched out his hand to pull away his straight black hair, and with the other hand he squeezed the magic wand next to the pillow, a bright green light slowly disappeared in the air.

Four twenty-eight.

"Simply..." Snape let out a voice unintentionally, and it slowly disappeared in his throat. He got up and walked to the table not far away. There were not many things to be seen in the dark room, but Snape didn't mind. Concerned, he reached out and groped for the water bottle.

The water glass was moved from the table, and there was a slight sound. He gulped down the clear water, moistened and dried his throat, and his frowning showed that the man was not calm. The dream in the middle of the night was like a swamp. A bunch of hair, the deep facial features covered by the messy straight hair revealed a layer of gloomy distress.

Snape slowly loosened his brows, his stiff mind gradually returned to his senses, his dazed black eyes seemed to finally wake up, he slowly closed his eyes, chaotic dreams were constantly passing by, only the figure of the boy appeared inappropriately Shaking around, abruptly made him even more confused.

"No..." Snape murmured hoarsely to himself. The empty pajamas allowed the cold air to penetrate continuously. Disgust flashed across his face, and his dark eyes were numb... His bulging heart still radiated heat, Slowly conveying the whole body, anger, depression, confusion, mixed with hope.

That made him unable to control the completely deviated mood, Snape frowned tightly, closed his eyes and raised his wand, slowly aiming at his temple, moving his lips slowly and muttering a spell, a trace of white The liquid was pulled out along the wand, and slowly controlled to fall into the Pensieve.

A emptiness flickered in Snape's eyes.

……

"This is impossible."

"...But I still like you."

"I said, it's impossible!"

"Severus..."

"Shut up! I don't think I'm kind enough to drive you crazy, Potter."

"...I don't feel like that." Harry lowered his head, and pulled his robe bit by bit, holding it tightly in his hands.

"But it has nothing to do with this." He refused, his tone grumpy and indifferent.

"I don't know either, so why don't you get rid of me?" The boy unconsciously leaned in front of him again.

He froze, but Harry was already entwined like an octopus, and Snape was terrified, "Potter! — come down!"

As a result, the two grumpy people started arguing, and finally he was tightly entangled by Harry.

The silver liquid continued to float in the air and gradually became thicker. With the wave of the wand, the last trace of silver liquid fell into the stone basin, and the image of Harry hugging his waist disappeared in his mind... Finally , Gradually fell into the empty darkness, and the chaotic thoughts suddenly became empty.

The gloomy brow made the man's breath even lower, and the bad memories gradually disappeared... Snape tried hard to close his eyes, his mind was completely empty, and the cold air was filled with uneasiness.

However, the heart was parasitized by some kind of monster alive, wriggling, carefully hiding in the corner, making him gasp and uncomfortable, but trying to use the darkness as a cover, hoping that it would never be discovered.

Suffocating uneasiness, on the verge of danger.

Snape slowly closed his eyes and fell into darkness again, completely stripped from his thoughts.

……

At noon the next day, Snape appeared in the hall as usual. He couldn't seem to get out of his bad sleep, his gloomy face was irritable and dark, he sat on the teacher's bench and looked down at the four long tables, messy knives There was a bang of forks, and a lot of chatter filled the hall, and nothing changed, except for some annoying green-eyed boy.

Harry was looking at him, looking good, which made Snape even more gloomy.

He handed over Harry's confinement to Filch that day.

However, the next day, Snape did not continue to hand over the detention to someone else.

This is the last day of confinement.

In the evening, at nine thirty-five.

Harry was quiet for a moment, then poked his head and asked, "Snape?"

Snape didn't give Harry a look as he walked beside him, his lowered eyes were fixed on the cauldron.

Harry blinked, Snape didn't chase him away, wasn't even angry, just ignored him outright.

So why didn't he give detention to Filch, Harry murmured to himself, poking Snape, but Snape still didn't respond.For a long while, Harry hesitated and wondered, Snape still didn't do anything to him.

At this time, Snape finally let go of the stirring rod, and just let it go on automatically. Harry's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand to pinch Snape's palm, the thick firmness felt a bit rough. Tough, Harry slowly touched it and held it gently.

Snape didn't look back, he was cold and unresponsive, and the strange thing was... Snape didn't throw Harry away immediately, but he didn't realize it.

Harry's eyes lit up slightly, and he moved his body quietly, entwining Snape bit by bit, almost pulling him on Snape's body. Snape's face became darker, and he grabbed Snape unbearably. Harry pulled away.But Harry's hands were scrambling around his waist, and Snape squeezed those scrambling hands with faintly exposed veins.

"—Go and finish what you should do!" He turned his head violently and growled angrily at the boy.

Harry flinched and struggled to withdraw his hand, but instead of giving up, he reached out to the edge of Snape's jaw.

Snape slapped his hand away violently, and he began to feel that he was the one who was going to be punished for this damn confinement!

Harry was not discouraged, he avoided Snape's obstruction, and quickly approached Snape's face with his palm, but Snape was still blocking him angrily.Harry still didn't give up, the outstretched hand accelerated, and one didn't pay attention——

"Pa——!!" There was a crisp sound—his palm pressed against his warm skin——

"..." Harry stared blankly at the slap on Snape's cheek.

Finally stopped moving.

The dungeon fell into a silence that could hear the sound of falling needles. Snape slowly lowered his head, staring at Harry with dark eyes.

Harry wisely sensed the danger, and retreated. It was rare for him to choose to escape wisely. He tried to open his eyes innocently, and carefully let go of his hands and retreated.

The next second, before he could escape, Snape reached out and squeezed his wrist tightly.

The hard hand pinched Harry, and he whispered guiltily, "I didn't mean to."

Snape's face was expressionless, livid.

"...I just wanted to touch your face," Harry explained dryly.

Snape stared at him, and Harry's hand, which he had grasped tightly, tightened instead.

"...Because it looks good." Harry's low voice gradually faded away, and Snape gradually became unnatural, his expression stiff and indifferent, but he let go of the boy's hand.

Then, he returned to his expressionless face, and then stared coldly at the 'playing pity' Harry full of unkindness.

No, he was wrong.

Harry reluctantly grabbed Snape's clothes corner, trying not to be noticed, and then Snape slapped him away.Harry was annoyed, the hand that was on the edge of Snape's cheek didn't retract, but carefully stretched out his fingertips, rubbing against Snape's chin, sneakily rubbing the skin on Snape's cheek.

That made Snape's cheeks heat up, and the hand hovered lightly on the edge of his jaw, and Snape's face tensed in restraint, choking for breath.He was angry at what he had done, but stiffened.

Harry's fingertips brushed the corner of his lips, and Snape was finally alarmed. He pulled Harry's hand away forcefully, staring at Harry angrily and warningly.Harry withdrew his hand, but brought the index finger that had brushed against him to his lips.

"Twenty-five points from Gryffindor for disregarding discipline and offending the professor," Snape said sharply, suddenly irritated, "Harry, don't test my limits again, two more points from Gryffindor Ten, for ignoring punishment and making trouble on purpose."

Harry immediately looked at him with wide eyes, but Snape was merciless, "The confinement is over, Harry, you can go."

However, before Harry could react, Snape turned around and left the dungeon with great strides, leaving Harry standing there blankly...

The next day, early in the morning, there was not much coldness in the clear sky.

On a rare and quiet morning, the second match was really about to start, and the professors in Hogwarts suddenly became more hectic, and even Snape, who expressed his indifference to the match, noticed it.

The professors in the lounge gathered together and muttered about these things. Snape squinted his eyes and sat lazily in the corner, tasting the red wine brought by the house elf, his rare nerves slightly relaxed.

A normal day with no more Harry interruptions began.

Nothing special to do in the morning, except that he wasted a crucible of potion ingredients badly last night, and he didn't have to teach the younger students until the afternoon, and then there were some trivial things about the Triwizard Cup , was pulled out by many professors in the staff lounge to talk about it.

That made Snape frown, and he hadn't been surprised to hear about Harry, but otherwise he hadn't met Harry again.

For two consecutive days, even Harry's shadow never appeared in front of him again.

The students at Hogwarts are as irascible as ever, and the Gryffindor lions will never fail to try their best in his class, whether it's Hufflepuffs who are too stupid to tremble, or those scowling Ravenclaw who is not good at potions.

Even if not everyone was equally stupid, there would always be one or two idiots who would throw his Potions class into chaos that would recur countless times, and Snape's temper would turn grumpy again.

After class, Snape strode out of the dungeon, with a bad and irritable mood, he strode like a flying bat, and came out of the cellar gloomyly.

No one wanted to get close to him at all, and all the students were subconsciously avoiding him.Snape's eyes swept slowly, and his eyes drifted over to the students passing by, gloomy eyes scanned the surroundings.

He seemed to be looking for something subconsciously, but that figure didn't appear in front of him. Snape quickly looked back and walked along the original path.