[HP] warm

To touch it easily is like trembling through an electric current, but it can't do anything, so Harry would rather stay away from this temptation than to see it but not eat it.

So that's why he would rather find friends to pass the time.

But unfortunately, everyone had a date today, and he didn't want to stay in the common room or go to the library alone, so after much deliberation, he came here with his schoolbag.

"Sev," Harry moaned softly, lying on Snape's usual sofa, burying his head in the robes he had changed in the morning.

The author has something to say: Haha, when I write this chapter, I always feel very happy. I always think that the professor is a very serious person, so even if I have established a relationship with Xiaoha, when I think of some things that are not suitable for children It will be bad for Xiaoha, he may try to endure it, and then Xiaoha will have to endure it with him.Ha ha.

It's a bit hard to decide whether to continue writing this episode or not.

124

124. Snape's Rage...

Because of that dream in the morning, it was easy for Harry to feel it.

Unlike his own cold bed, everything here smelt of Severus, and it was easier and more real to dream about.

This is the sofa he often sits on. Harry remembers the way he sat here, with his waist always straight, his robes buttoned to the top one meticulously, and above that was his resolute face, with a serious smile on his face. The curvature of the mouth always made him unable to resist kissing.

Covering his eyes with Snape's robes, Harry imagined Snape wearing the clothes, imagined the powerful body wrapped in the clothes, and then felt that he had felt something underneath.

No, no, it's not enough.There was darkness in front of him, but his senses and sense of touch were more sensitive. Harry imagined that Snape was standing in front of him, and then slowly but gracefully undid the buttons, one by one, revealing his white skin.

Standing in front of Snape, Harry was almost maddened by the sight, he kissed Snape's cold lips, no one could imagine how hot and violent the kiss was when Snape responded, It is completely different from his own calm and self-restraint.Harry imagined himself breathlessly being kissed by him, imagined how forcefully and resolutely he let himself fall into the vortex called Snape.

"Oh, Merlin," Harry whimpered, curling his legs.

In fact, Snape really didn't need to do anything, because he loved him so deeply that even a cold look from him could make him burn up.

I am so crazy!Harry thought to himself mockingly, he had always felt that he was an indifferent person, and he never had much desire for a certain aspect, but the existence of this person subverted all of this.To him, he is like a thirsty person meeting a sweet spring, no matter how hard he drinks, he can't get enough.

He pictured himself kissing Snape's neck, how Snape would respond to him, how he would comfort himself, and then, how he would reach into his most intimate place and make him crumpled up with just his fingers.

No, I must bury my head in Snape's robe, sniff his breath, and then unbutton him one by one, kiss his skin as cold as marble but full of allure, worship and tease Look at him and let him do something violent and beautiful for himself.

"God, Merlin, no, I can't..." Thinking of this, Harry couldn't help crying softly, but the other empty hand tremblingly penetrated deep into his body, and was overwhelmed by the full voice. His toes couldn't help curling up.It was a bit uncomfortable when he was entered, but there was a special kind of joy in that discomfort, so he couldn't help biting his lips and crying.

How nice it would be if Snape was really here, if he could really satisfy him like this.

"What are you doing!" As if to satisfy his fantasies, the voice of gnashing teeth and even a little bit of frustration sounded in the room, it was Snape's voice.

"Sev?" Harry blinked in surprise, looking at Snape who appeared at the door in disbelief.

He thought it would be a long time before Snape came back, otherwise he wouldn't dare to do such a thing on Snape's favorite sofa if he had a hundred guts.

Because he was still immersed in the joy of his body, Harry's reaction was obviously a little slow, so when Snape had already angrily walked to the edge of the sofa and looked down at him, Harry realized what kind of mistake he had made. .

"I, I, this, yes, I can explain..." He stammered his explanation, but his feet had already sneaked over to hook the clothes over to cover his body.

Although he is not stripped now, but in fact it is almost the same.

"Explain?" Snape snorted heavily, stretched out his hand to hold his half-curled up leg, and said angrily, "Don't tell me you're not holding my clothes on my sofa..."

He could barely utter those words, his pale face flushed with anger.

Harry looked at Snape short-circuited, he was so close, so close that he could feel the itch of his collarbone from his heavy snort, so close that he could clearly see the tingling in his pupils. His own reflection was so close that he could clearly see the shape of his mouth and its attractive color...

Not to mention the fact that his restraining hand was resting on his hipbone just a penny away from where Harry longed to be comforted by his clutch, so in the face of his anger, Harry I couldn't help swallowing my saliva, and I couldn't connect the opening and closing of his mouth with what he actually said.

It's not that he can despise his authority, it's just that, Merlin, this temptation is too challenging for his self-control. You must know that the thing he wants to do the most right now is to jump on him and take off his clothes, and have a hard time with him hair.

"Harry!" Snape, of course, noticed Harry's distraction, and reacted with growing anger.This little bastard, does he think he dare not punish him?

"I thought you could do something meaningful in my office, such as save your poor Potions class score, but now it seems that I overestimated you, I didn't expect you to put such a Good time wasted..." Snape sprayed the venom unceremoniously, his whole body exuded a message that I was very angry.

Harry was still a little guilty at first, but after being scolded by him like this, Harry immediately became angry.What's wrong with me, didn't I just borrow a piece of your clothes from your place.I'm wrong about this, but why don't you think about it carefully? !

Harry felt like a kid who'd been caught sneaking his hand into a sugar bowl, trying to pick and lick it, but what's wrong with that?That candy was originally his!

"This is my own time, I can waste it wherever I want, you can control it?!" Harry kicked off Snape's hand on his, stood up angrily, and raised his hand. Pulling on the baggy trousers and walking outside. "You think I'm an eyesore here, so I'll just go."

Even though Harry knew it was childish, he couldn't help but lose his temper with Snape.

Who told Snape to make it look like it was all his fault, who told Snape not to show an iota of wanting him?

Yes, for so long, Harry has been restless, Harry has been upset, Harry has been depressed, but Snape has always been extremely calm, going to and from class step by step, even when there are only two of them together, they are not at all close .

Is this a couple?

Where in the world are there such couples!

If it wasn't for seeing the love in his eyes occasionally, Harry would really wonder if his commitment to himself was only out of responsibility!

However, since you love someone, how can you not want to possess him at all!

"Where are you going?" Snape asked coldly, standing behind Harry, the boy's trousers couldn't be pulled up when he was stepping on his feet, while bending over, some beautiful shapes were in the black The hem of the dress is looming.

God, this is more tempting than wearing nothing at all.

Snape took a deep breath, trying to suppress the impulse in his body.

He resolutely refused to admit that he was tempted, because he understood so deeply that if this little fox succeeded this time, then he would not be able to control him at all.

"Take care of me!" Harry didn't know about Snape's mental activities. When he heard Snape's cold questioning, his already annoyed mood became even more angry. The underwear wrapped around the ankles struggled, "Since you don't want to see me like this, then I'll just find someone else. Humph, don't you think I have to be you, hum!"

Damn it, when did it even fade out here!Harry was ripping off his clothes while speaking angrily indiscriminately.Although it was unintentional, the only emotion he didn't want to show was that he cared.

Just as he was desperately cursing the pile of clothes that held him back, sweat dripped from his anxious face, he suddenly felt a force coming from behind him, and then the world was spinning, and when he realized he had already been caught by Sneh Pu pressed on the sofa.

In Snape's lap, to be exact.

Snape held his waist from behind, turned him over and pressed him directly on his lap, while Snape sat firmly on the sofa, with the clothes he used to hide his shame just now pressed under his buttocks.