[HP] This deer is not a deer

Extra Story 3-01

The good days continued for half a month. Snape was very keen on developing Harry's body, and manually prepared a series of potions for Harry... and tools to clean the inside of his body.

This is so that every time Harry is tossed even more desperately, Harry just enjoys the price of happiness in such a depraved way, every time he has a sore back and buttocks, and the next day he makes up his mind in regret that he can't do it again. Pu's wishes.

Then continue to lie in bed for three days.

...After a few days, I continued to have a sore waist and buttocks.

Harry, who was originally diligent and hardworking, has been so lazy and decadent for half a month.

It wasn't until Hermione finally gave Harry an ultimatum that Harry had to go back to work. He began to be very busy, and occasionally had to deal with the vengeful and stingy Snape.

Because of his negligence, he was doomed to be sore and backache by Snape on the weekends, and even repeatedly delayed the Monday working hours, and the result was that he was late——

In the morning, Harry finally protested firmly against Snape, "I'm going to work!—"

Harry groaned and kicked Snape away from touching his hand, he objected to any touch from Snape!

Snape slowly withdrew his hand, and he took out the recovery ointment hidden in the drawer.

The reason why it is hidden here is because Harry never goes to the cabinet.

He reached out and turned Harry over, "Give you the medicine."

Harry was inserted by Snape's fingers, and he struggled at first, but soon Harry felt the benefits, and he groaned in return in enjoyment, but Snape became fierce.

"Shut your mouth, Harry," Snape said menacingly, "if you haven't enjoyed enough of the pain in your ass, we can talk about it a bit more."

"No," Harry said and groaned again, he shuddered and felt warm... from there, it rushed into his body, making his comfort dead, and the spreading warmth made his waist and legs Also faded from fatigue, Harry hesitated and reacted patiently.

"It's really energetic." Snape gave a nasty smile, "I think your young body is very eager for more contact." His fingers deliberately poked lightly inside Harry, and he managed to hear Harry limp. muffled sound.

Half a month of 'tune, teach' also made Harry thick-skinned, he moaned and said, "...Damn it, don't do it, dare you say it's not your fault? I thought that crazy guy almost wanted to put You were the one who made me faint?"

"Who is that clinging to me?" Snape squinted at Harry's waist, listening to his moving moan, "Your scream of joy is clearly urging me to work harder."

"I don't care—" said Harry finally, "I'm not going to sleep with you for a week anyway."

"If you like floors." Snape nodded logically, and said with a sideways glance at Harry, "Of course, do you want me to prepare a floor for you?"

"No," Harry said angrily, "speaking of which, why didn't you use this ointment for me if you had it? You just took it out now and watched me being...unable to get out of bed, damn Snape, you Great sense of accomplishment?!"

"Of course." Snape squinted his eyes, and he added, "You should enjoy it, don't you? I just let you pay the price of pestering me all day long, don't tell me that you pester me someday begging for..."

Harry countered, "Who suddenly rushed into the bathroom yesterday, pinned me against the wall, took off my pants, and raised the gun?" He turned over, stepped lightly on Snape's bottom, and heard a muffled sound. Hmph, Harry raised his eyebrows and said, "I thought you couldn't control the people below?"

"Of course." Snape didn't deny it at all, and pressed Harry's foot, "Isn't that hole in your back eagerly eager for my thrusting?"

The young Potter's cheeks were flushed, he twisted his waist, and silently retracted the foot that stepped on Snape's crotch.

Snape grabbed his ankles, and Harry refused to kick Snape off the bed. Snape simply sat on the bedroom floor, still in his pajamas, and continued meanly, "I assume you know that since you went back to the Ministry of Magic last week, you have been sleeping every day for a week. Obviously you have forgotten your duties as a partner."

"You know I'm busy..." Harry said vaguely, "I've been absent from work for a month in a row for the last month, can't you let me go home exhausted and get a good night's sleep?"

"You need to be punished more," Snape twitched his nose, "...I thought you were satisfied? Who was it that obediently pouted your ass last night, and screamed so loudly when I inserted it... "

He said, squinting his eyes reminiscently, and the drawn-out tone made Harry shrink into a ball, and Snape said softly, "I think you are very happy, these punishments may not be enough, are they?"

"No." Harry retorted weakly, "I'll be home from get off work on time next week..."

Snape didn't argue with Harry anymore, he stood up and changed his clothes slowly, looking back condescendingly at Harry who was still curled up on the bed wrapped in the quilt.

He's as ruthless as a john who turns his face after eating, Harry thought wistfully for no reason.

He buried his head under the covers, resolutely blocking Snape's obnoxious gaze.

"By the way, what about the thing I told you?"

"As you wish." Snape glanced at him. "It's all right."

"I just suggested that you open a pharmacy." Harry rolled his eyes, "Don't act like you're working for me, and the income is all yours."

"Fred and George are pretty much sorted out." Snape couldn't deny it.

Harry suggested that Snape partner with him to open a pharmacy.It's just that they don't take care of the store, and the business is handed over to Fred and George. Harry promised them one-half of the store's income, but Fred and George insisted on only charging 30.00%, and Means they can only take so much!Harry had wanted to give more...but they were determined.

Compared to these, the only thing Snape needs to do is to provide all kinds of sufficient potions.

Actually, Harry didn't need to do that, his grandparents left him enough money to support himself, and Snape by the way.But Harry decided to do it anyway. The grown-up Harry didn't feel that money was superfluous at all. He felt that his lover could bring more income to their family.

"That's good..." Harry gradually yawned.

Snape seemed to remember something, and said dryly, "Well, my vault key is in the cabinet."

"Oh." Harry was drowsy, not paying attention to what Snape was saying.

Snape stared at Harry fiercely, and repeated abruptly, "I mean the key to my vault."

"Oh, oh." Harry... hugged the pillow in a daze, and turned over.

Snape, who was ignored, "..."

He stared hard at Harry, his black eyes widening slightly.

In the end, Snape stood there, watching as Harry nuzzled the pillow, kissed it affectionately, and fell asleep.

He stared sullenly at the pillow in Harlem's arms.

Drooling, Harry hugged the pillow in his arms... Here!end!Who is the real whore!

Snape turned his head dejectedly, looking at his poor, unconsoled self in the floor-to-ceiling mirror.

He finally adjusted the buttons of his robe one last time, turned and threw Harry on the bed, and strode out of the bedroom.

……

It was a rare Sunday off, and after getting enough sleep, Harry yawned and stayed in bed all morning.

And Snape never appeared in his sight again.

Harry lay on the soft bed, thinking deeply sadly again, and Snape ran away after eating...every time he caught him, he would do, do, do...although he enjoyed it too...Harry rubbed Rubbing the pillow, and then yawning again, he didn't get up slowly until the afternoon.

When he came to the kitchen, he found that Snape had already made lunch. The warmed pasta and sausages were placed on the kitchen table, but Snape was still missing, probably Snape was making out with his cauldron.

But he didn't think much of it, he was really hungry, and Harry ate and drank as soon as he sat down.

At the end of the meal, Harry poked at the food on the plate, thinking in a daze...they fell into a cohabitation relationship inexplicably and normally.It seemed that every day... Snape's most passionate thing was to have a good physical and mental exercise with him, and then it was gone.Harry sniffled, seriously thinking... how did they go from newlywed to too much to look at so quickly?

Seriously, Harry thought that he should really try to get more time off and spend the honeymoon with Snape.

...Routinely speaking, it should be like this?Harry wandered, thinking about his duties as a husband.

After lunch, Harry wandered 'passing' the potions room door, where he leaned against it and stared at Snape who didn't even look at him.

10 minutes passed.

"Don't you think we're going too fast?" Harry asked.

"What?" Snape finally raised his head and asked quickly, but his eyes were still fixed on the cauldron.

"Nothing." Harry said dryly, he didn't know what to say?Like we've been together for too long?Aren't newlyweds all sticky?It is said... Harry recalled wonderingly, as if it was not the same as their current situation.

Harry didn't realize that he was distracted by muttering to himself. Although the voice was very small, Snape still heard it.

"Supposedly?" Snape asked softly, "Do you think your back...is not sticky enough from me?"

Harry licked his lips, he flinched, he glanced up and down at his Snape, Harry was determined that he needed abstinence.

...Although, his body seemed to be getting more and more sensitive and stamina from Snape's playing with it, which made Harry's energetic young body a little hotter.

Snape smiled softly, but he looked a little erotic, and his hooked nose made his smile sinister, "If you want... of course, it's a pity that I have to continue to take care of the antidote for the cauldron, Harry, the cauldron The table next to it..."

"No," said Harry ruefully, "I don't want to!"

Snape looked away regretfully, carefully staring at your bubble in the cauldron.

Harry didn't want to disturb him anymore, he scratched his hair randomly, ran to the hall to watch TV for a while, and then lay down and stroked his rocket crossbow for a while.

In the evening, they sat in the kitchen and ate dinner together.

It was rare that Snape was willing to accompany him to watch a boring Muggle TV show all night, Harry laughed all night, until they were lying on the bedside again, Harry picked up the invitation sent by the owl.

The exquisite invitation was inlaid with flamboyant lace, and Snape casually placed it on the bedside table.Harry pouted, it was an invitation letter from Malfoy Manor to Snape.

Malfoy Manor decided to hold a banquet next month, in order to make some post-war donations, of course, donating a lot of money to the Ministry of Magic, and there will be many Ministry of Magic officials present.There will probably be some media reporters who have been bribed to come to the scene, and it is estimated that it will be necessary to clear the reputation of the Malfoy family.

Harry curled his lips inwardly, Snape came out of the bathroom, wearing a comfortable pajamas, he was lying on the bedside picking up the book he hadn't finished, and turned his head to look at the letter in Harry's hand.

"I assume you have, too?" Snape asked.

"It was just sent to the Ministry of Magic, of course." Harry shrugged. "They had to, didn't they? It's no good having a bad relationship with a post-war hero. I don't think Draco Malfoy likes me any more. His His father would also let him do this, it was just a banquet, he could just go through the motions, anyway, the Malfoy family has a lot of connections to pull people inside the Ministry of Magic, their real target is not me... I don't think I will go back. "

Snape decided not to discuss this issue with Harry anymore, he lowered his head and kissed the muttering mouth, soon Harry gasped and his cheeks flushed, he was addicted to the touch, and soon he was caught by Snape Split the legs.

"You took the initiative to strip yourself naked and lay naked on my bed...Harry, I can't believe you're not horny." Snape pulled off the quilt and stroked the bare skin. His fingers reached into Harry's backside, making Harry groan under him, Snape raised his eyebrows and said softly, "Your backside is very wet, it seems that you are well prepared."

Snape stretched the passageway a little bit, thrusting the lube out, he stabbed in, Harry groaned, raised his hips and squirmed, and couldn't help but say, "You... hurry up, ah... ..."

Snape did as he wished.

"Slow, slow... hurry... slow..."

Snape grabbed Harry slowly, and he lifted Harry up, letting Harry sit on top of him.

And he himself lay on the soft bed, motionless.

Harry glared at him.

"Move yourself." Snape squinted and sighed.

Harry blushed, slowly moved his buttocks, swallowing the big guy bit by bit, and soon Harry softened, and he looked at Snape who was lazily enjoying himself with accusing resentment , Harry rested and lay still, Snape actually ignored him.Harry had no choice but to work hard again to serve the master who only ate but didn't cook...

As a result, that night Harry was tossed until his back hurt again. Fortunately, Snape didn't toss too much because he had to go to work tomorrow. In the middle of the night, he turned over and pressed him under him and ejaculated. , and then savagely enjoyed it again... didn't go through the third round, the fourth round... Harry fell asleep as he wished.

Even though his back was still sore the next day, Harry managed to get up, and Snape cleaned him up very well.He overturned Snape, who was lying on his stomach and was covering half of his body, got up hastily and called for clothes to put on. Harry put on his clothes in a hurry, "Merlin! I'm going to be late again!—"

Snape, who was thrown on the bed by him, opened his eyes, watched the ruthless Harry enjoy his service, and rushed out of the bedroom without even giving him a look.

After a while, Snape slowly got up and changed his clothes.When he walked downstairs, he saw Harry open the door in a panic, then he turned around and rushed in front of Snape, kissed him on the lips, and ran away immediately, his voice echoing in the hall.

"See you later, Severus."

Before the sound had completely dissipated, the door slammed shut, and Harry disappeared from Snape's sight.

Snape, who was left alone at home, moved his head slowly, but Snape didn't say anything, he made breakfast for his poor self expressionlessly, and then shut himself up again. In the potions room.

However, at night, Snape did not wait for Harry's return.

He was only greeted by a white owl that hated him and flew into his house, and the snow-white Hedwig, puffing out her feathers, landed in front of Snape and stretched out her claws.

Snape watched her remain still, his lips tightened thoughtfully.

Hedwig rubbed her beak and let out a chirping noise that sounded like a complaint. She stared at Snape with wide eyes, and then pecked Snape's arm hard with her wide eyes.

Snape finally reached out to untie the letter, and Harry's gnashing note... oh, yes, it wasn't even a letter.It read: Severus: I'm not going back today, I have a temporary task, I can't tell you the specifics...but it might take a while, I'm not sure, but I'll get the job done quickly!By the way, Hedwig, take care of me for a few days, love you Harry.

The full information is very messy, and the writing is extremely casual, it can be seen that Harry is in a hurry.

Snape put away the note and turned to look at the snowy owl who hated him.

Hedwig stared at this dark human with wide eyes.

It's not pretty at all, not elegantly feathered, and looks very vicious.

it's him!The 'culprit' who caused her to be abandoned by Harry at the Burrow, Hedwig flapped her wings proudly, subduing her snow-white feathers, and pecked viciously at Snape's finger resting on the edge of the table in disgust .

Snape immediately withdrew his hand, and he glared at the owl who disliked him so much.

Hedwig straightened her waist and looked back gracefully at Snape. She examined Snape and proudly showed her magnanimity, but it could be seen that she was not satisfied with Snape.

Snape took Harry's note in his hand, turned his head and walked into the kitchen, stretched out his hand to stick the magnet that Harry had found out of nowhere, and stuck Harry's note on the refrigerator.

The quiet room made Snape feel a little lost.

This house has now expanded several times, and it is full of things that belong to Harry. Harry needs a refrigerator, so the kitchen has a refrigerator. He said he wanted a hall where he could roll, and it turned out to be what he wanted... It's just that now it seems that Hedwig regards it as a new territory.

Of course, Snape didn't care much about the owl, he just casually got her some lamb chops, of course, the generous Hedwig didn't refuse, but she decided to make her home in the hall.

Hedwig found to her dissatisfaction that there was no cage for her here.She glared at the indifferent Snape complainingly, and finally found a favorite corner in the hall, and after eating, she flapped her wings and flew up to the high wall cabinet.

Snape, who was stared at by Hedwig with rounded eyes in the sky, put away the plate and spent the night quietly.

The next day, Snape went out for a trip, and when he came home in the afternoon, the house was very quiet.

As he thought, Harry hadn't come back yet, and it wasn't time to get off work.

But that night, Harry still didn't come back.

Snape remained expressionless and continued to lie alone on the bed.

For half a month, Snape couldn't even see half of Harry.

Except that Hermione wrote him a letter in Harry's stead in the meantime, telling Snape that Harry was fine.

besides!No audio at all!

Every time Snape passed the kitchen grimly, he stared at Harry's only letter with hatred.

half a month later.

The banquet at Malfoy's house was also approaching, but Harry still didn't come home.

Snape didn't even know where Harry was going, which made Snape, who had never had a bad tolerance, even more gloomy, and made anyone who met him in Diagon Alley shy away... Harry was still nowhere to be seen.

A few owls were flapping at the window of his home, Snape just opened the door violently, a large package was thrown on him, the owls landed in his hall one after another, combing their feathers to rest, Snape opened the package and found that it was a well-made dress, black and unassuming.But Snape didn't care about that, he picked up the slipped letter.

Dear Professor Snape: This is Harry's custom-made dress for you. I will send it to you on his behalf... Regards.Hermione Granger.

So that night, Snape walked slowly upstairs, and he put on the dress.

The floor-to-ceiling mirror hanging in the bedroom reflected his appearance at this time, Snape looked at it carefully, turned around with a sneer and went downstairs.

Under Hedwig's watchful eye, Snape stepped out of the house and headed for Malfoy Manor.