[HP] This deer is not a deer

Extra Story 1-02

"Shut your mouth."

"...my dear master?" Harry asked deliberately and repeatedly.

Under Harry's strange gaze, Snape's face was tensed ferociously, and the blood all over him was rushing down again... He rolled his Adam's apple, cursed little Potter in his heart, and at the same time held back his sigh Those messy thoughts.

"I'm assuming your mind can tell you what reserve is."

"Oh..." Harry paused meaningfully, then smiled and said, "I'm not too young this year."

The grown-up little Potter... Snape squinted his eyes, and he realized something was wrong, Harry was 20 years old this year, and he has only been an Auror for less than 3 years?It seems that Porter Jr.'s Oro career has brought him a wealth of experience.The old bat's thoughts went further and further, and the stupid little Harry dared to sly in front of him.

Ever tried these damn tricks yourself?With whom?

Those Gryffindors don't—wait, maybe not... where the hell did little Potter learn that? !

Snape glanced darkly and dangerously at the silly white Harry.

This is damn it!

Snape squinted happily at Harry, who smirked and turned his head away, looking around the room.

The old bat felt like a log, trying hard to swallow the rising anger and desire, his eyes still chasing Harry unconsciously.

It seemed like he shouldn't be doing it - but this delicious little Potter that he was thinking about... no, damn it!Snape cursed it all.Harry ran up to his own death...fuck his mind, Snape twitched his nose roughly, continuing to brood over Harry's 'experience'.

Why did he end up in such a bad situation, making him look like a pervert trying to force stupid Harry to stay, Snape was still struggling with frowning.

But soon, Snape realized that he was wrong again, just as he was struggling to think about whether it was wrong to keep Harry—the little Potter in front of him had already turned his head and looked around the building that belonged to Harry. He's out of Snape's house.

"Are you going to use this house... to live with me?" Harry blurted out, then felt a little embarrassed by his words, and coughed.

Snape looked at him ferociously. Should he be glad that Harry didn't say it was a run-down house?

The annoyed old bat already knew what the goddamn bastard was asking for, but he couldn't find a reason to say no, or he wouldn't say no at all.Snape walked menacingly around the hall, successfully doubling the size of the otherwise cramped space with a charm, and then moved those damned old couches into a more suitable location.

Why should he decorate his home for a little bastard who came to his house unexpectedly.

Snape thought this with some reluctance, Harry standing behind him watched him tidy up the house, Snape pursed his lips tightly, the empty hall was covered with a cold green carpet by Snape, however Still very empty.

Apparently there was nothing in this home.

This annoyed Snape, who had suddenly stood still, and looked back dryly at Harry.

Harry blinked and said, "I think I'm going to be living here for a long time...well, obviously there might be a lack of furniture here, we can get back to tidying up."

Snape stared dryly, and he was speechless, kind of... acquiescing.

"I just thought," Harry coughed, turning his head away from Snape, his slightly flying voice becoming lighter, "I should take a good look at this future home I'm going to live in."

Snape listened to Harry's words, and when he heard the word 'home', his chest suddenly felt a little hot, he watched Harry rush past him, the little bastard ran to the kitchen, Snape Baba followed behind.

Walking into the kitchen, Snape stared at the troubled Harry. He listened to Harry's hesitant comment, "Uh... pretty neat, and some wine."

In addition to some wine fishes.

Snape still had this self-knowledge, and his face was expressionless.

Then the Gryffindor troll continued to circle around his house, and he ran to the second floor, but there was nothing on the second floor...a master bedroom transformed into a library, a gloomy potion room, the corner That narrow room is the bedroom.Harry pushed open his bedroom door, and just as Snape was wondering why he didn't stop him, Harry had already opened the door and ran in.

Snape walked slowly to the door and saw Harry staring at his crude single bed.

It made him tense up, and Snape thought of something he shouldn't be thinking... which caused Snape to forget his struggle for a moment, squinting at Harry, holding his breath.

Harry just turned his head calmly, and looked around the narrow bedroom. He turned his head to look at the only wardrobe, and opened it with his hand. There was almost nothing extra in it, and it was all black wizard robes. .

"..." Harry.

"Have you seen enough? It's a pity that you didn't see what you hoped for?" Snape asked as he stood at the door.

"No." Harry said forcefully, "I'm just... looking at the environment I'm going to live in in the future..." His voice became smaller and smaller after he said it, and it turned into a murmur.

"You think I should give you half of all the space I have?" Snape raised his eyebrows, looking Harry up and down trickily.

"Otherwise?" Harry stared back at him angrily, and Harry said angrily, "I thought you wanted to imprison me? Shouldn't you treat me better? Or you want to do it if you keep me What?"

Snape gulped down his saliva, he was a bit unsettled by Harry's questioning, this kind of thinking was also what he wanted...Harry gave him a very 'proper' choice directly?

Harry was glaring at him viciously, those green eyes were alive and bright and buoyant and shy, Snape was kind of... willing to be glared at by Harry that way, well, maybe not quite... Nepe liked those moving eyes, so he didn't deny Harry's words.

"Of course, if you don't like it," said Harry emphatically, drawing out his wand, "you don't have to sleep here?" After he finished speaking, he waved his wand to change the appearance of the bedroom without the consent of the bedroom owner.

He didn't change the narrow space, but just turned the narrow single bed into a double bed, the meaning of invitation is self-evident.

Snape stared at the bed inexplicably, and then clothes belonging to Harry suddenly appeared in the closet.

"A little summoning spell, I should have my own clothes." Harry muttered, "Half of this wardrobe should be mine..." After finishing speaking, he stuffed the clothes into the wardrobe messily, but haha Leigh obviously didn't pay much attention to neatness, he just put his clothes on top of Snape's clothes.

All the clothes were huddled together, and Snape, who was watching from the side, raised his eyebrows, but Harry's invitation made him swallow all his dissatisfaction.

Harry stared down at the shabby bed again... well, it was a shabby bed, no soft pillows, no quilt, no soft quilt.All that was left was a dark quilt and pillow that Snape had used himself, which looked completely inhuman.So thought Harry to himself as he temporarily transfigured the simple quilt into a soft quilt and a fluffy quilt.

Also made the pillow bigger, that long pillow.

The only thing that seemed wrong to Snape was that the bed was Gryffindor-esque red-gold.

Snape stared at the bed, but his eyes were fixed on the long pillow.

Only one pillow?

Snape had bad associations again, and he damned suddenly realized that he was willing to lie on this bed that didn't fit Slytherin's aesthetics at all.Who would let another person on this bed... seduce him so much?Snape couldn't get angry, but was disturbed by the joy that filled his chest. Maybe he should change the color of the strange and harsh sheets?

"I need a soft bed... the Transfiguration Charm can only be tolerated," Harry said, looking at Snape.

Snape responded dryly to Harry's gaze, his house is so simple...

"Shouldn't you come back tomorrow with some working quilts, furniture and food?" Harry asked softly.

Snape glared at him, and Harry looked up, "Are you letting me out?"

"No," Snape swallowed all his dissatisfaction, "I'll... buy it."

Harry was finally satisfied, he moved closer to Snape, summoned up his courage and decided to give this mean man a little reward, Snape stared straight at him, Harry hesitated a bit, and moved closer to Snape's The corner of his mouth pecked, he was a little nervous, Snape just stood there stiffly... Then he moved, Snape seemed to want to move closer to Harry, but stopped abruptly.

It made Harry want to laugh a little, and relax again.

His eyes were fixed on Snape without blinking, and the two of them looked at each other like logs, neither speaking nor moving away.

"I'm hungry." Harry started, but Snape gave him a sneaky glare at his repeated demands.

But his house really has nothing.

Maybe Harry could take a couple of mouthfuls of the potion ingredients, but Snape might not be willing, as his stuff wasn't for Gryffindor trolls to waste.Just because of Harry's words, Snape was miraculously 'driven' out of his home that night.

Old Bat, the former head of Slytherin, he—Snape was forced to go to the Muggle supermarket. In order to fill the stomach of the little troll Harry, he willingly bought a lot of ingredients and living room furniture... …the bed in the bedroom.

Well, bed.

Snape had even carefully selected the bed they were going to use in the future, and he had stumbled across some... cute pajamas, and he was just wondering what else to buy, and now he was staring at them, and started Can't move, these things...maybe Harry needs them?

Snape glanced at the women's pajamas next to him, see-through?Blurry?Back cutout? ... He randomly selected two sets of clean white pajamas, men's, and then hastily checked out under the ambiguous eyes of the salesperson.Snape straightened his lips, used the Ignore Charm to make people unable to realize his abnormality, and used the spell to shrink everything.

But in the smiling eyes of the salesmen... Snape fled the supermarket hastily.

……

Accompanied by some strange thoughts, Snape finally returned to the door of the house.

He just opened the door.

Snape stared to find that a certain green-eyed Potter had completely made this place his own.

He was lying on the sofa, flipping through the books he took out from his study, and decorated the walls with Gryffindor decorations, a large piece of inconspicuous hangings that Snape couldn't ignore anyway, The walls are golden red, and the carpet on the floor is green.This strange situation made Snape stand still.

He gave Harry a nasty look, and raised his wand to turn the red-and-gold trim green.

So why on earth was he running around for a word from Harry!Snape exhaled viciously through his nose, furnished the empty living room with usable furniture, then turned his head and walked into the second floor, where Snape cleaned out the bed created by the Transfiguration Charm, and put a new one on it. The bed is finally not the dazzling golden red.

Only the long pillow was left behind by Snape.

There was still only one pillow on the bed.

It's just that Snape ignored the question. He turned his head and walked downstairs. As soon as he entered the kitchen, he saw Harry staring at him eagerly. Snape didn't embarrass little Potter because of any questions.Instead, he successfully fed the hot food brought back to Harry who was 'confined'.Uncharacteristically, there was no embarrassment, which made Harry, who was sitting by the side, a little dizzy.

Snape watched as Harry sat obediently beside him.

It wasn't until Harry ate the hot stew and soup that he brought back with satisfaction that he burped, and seemed to remember Snape who was still standing here. Harry turned his head and asked interestingly, "I guess you haven't have supper--"

Snape glared at him, Harry smiled happily, he leaned closer to Snape, and said softly, "Well... I'm full, it's getting late now, don't starve yourself." Harry Shrugging his shoulders and pretending not to care about Snape, he turned and said, "I want to take a shower first...you go."

Speaking as if this was his home, Snape secretly slandered Harry bitterly in his heart, but did not stop Harry's action until Harry left, Snape fell into a state of absent-mindedness, he did not eat too many things.He tossed and tossed around downstairs for a long time, and Snape hesitated in the kitchen for a long time...

It wasn't until late at night that Snape slowly picked up the leftovers. Seeing the dishes being cleaned, he walked upstairs slowly. When he entered the bedroom, he saw Harry curled up in a ball, his body changed She was in pajamas, wrapped around a quilt and sleeping with pillows.Snape went around the edge of the bed, dug out clothes from the wardrobe, and went to take a shower.

After he came out, Harry, who had been asleep, opened his eyes and looked like he was in a daze.

"I thought it was time for you to fall asleep?" Snape raised his eyebrows and poked Harry's narrow eyes softly. Harry covered his face with the quilt annoyed, not looking at Snape. Why on earth did he... lie down at this moment? In Snape's bed?Harry felt in a daze that everything was miraculous at the moment.

Then, Harry noticed nervously that Snape sat on the edge of the bed, lifted the only quilt, and pulled the only pillow he occupied, Snape got closer and closer, lay beside him.

Harry felt like he was going crazy, how on earth did he manage to keep himself so calm?

What little control he had left kept him from sticking to Snape, but that was the limit.Harry felt that his breath was about to smell the heat from Snape's body, uh...Harry tried hard to bury his face under the quilt, he couldn't tell if he was sniffing Snape's scent hard, or trying to Cover up your embarrassment a little more...

Snape just closed his eyes, and turned off the lights, Harry stared at the dim environment in the dark, and then, Snape was really lying beside him at a distance, sleeping motionless.

go to bed?

go to bed.

"..." Harry.

He suddenly felt his breathing a little chagrined.

When he got up the next day, Snape was still expressionless. He threw Harry, who was struggling to snatch all the quilts, on the bed, changed his clothes on his own, then turned around and walked out of the bedroom.He went into the potions room and continued making out with his cauldron.

When Harry woke up, he stared to see that Snape was gone.

He ran to the potions room and stared at Snape, who stared at his cauldron.

After a moment of silence, Harry suppressed his frustration and tried to say calmly, "If you didn't want me to do something..."

Snape's gaze finally moved away from the cauldron and turned to him, but Harry felt even angrier. He showed a shameful face, and asked frivolously and full of hints, "Shouldn't you Let me go? After all, you are a 'master' who is not very conscientious."

After finishing speaking, Harry felt something was wrong again, this big boy with zero experience in Gryffindor began to feel uneasy, he was really not that kind of person.And why was he so... ashamed in front of Snape?Harry was confused.

Snape showed an intriguing gaze. He looked up and down at Harry who was huddled by the door, and then said expressionlessly, "Let you go? If you can run out of this house, of course."

"I'm leaving!" Harry exasperated. "Really! Going!"

"I don't know where you've learned all this nonsense over the years, huh? Dear Mr. Potter, want to play pets and masters with me?" Snape smirked until Harry felt uncomfortable , Snape squinted his eyes and said softly, "Of course, if you like me, I will accompany you to the end, won't you? Although obviously... I'm not as frivolous as you."

"..." Harry was in a bad mood, and he stared at Snape furiously.

Snape looked back at Harry blankly, then said softly and sinisterly, "Shut up, huh? Harry, I'm assuming you know you're my 'pet', even though you're full of Gryffindor freedom Spirit—I hope you keep your mouth shut, or I'll make you kneel on the crafting table in the potion room with your ass up... Well, pets should be treated."

He walked up to Harry, bowed his head and gently kissed the frizzy Harry. Then, Snape looked at the bewildered Harry, and whispered happily, "Harry?"

……not good at all!

Harry huddled, he he he he...he stuttered.

Then Harry was gently touched by Snape on the cheek, and he was thrown out of the door by Snape in a state of confusion. Harry stared blankly at Snape and continued to carefully examine the brewed potion... Ha Li thought about kneeling by himself... Bah!No, he didn't want to be thrown into the cauldron and boiled with the potion.still……

No no no no!Harry fainted.

Cough, in fact, Harry is still very pure.

The author has something to say:

Stupid Harry, just wait and see how Snape cooks you...

Cooking... cover your face