Cheat of HP Doujin

Rubbing Snape's shoulders from time to time, this kind of warm atmosphere made Snape have to think about a possibility - if he can survive after the death of the Dark Lord, is it possible for him to have the youth in his arms forever? Feelings maintained by the mind?

【Don't be stupid, Severus Snape, you are not 17 years old anymore, do you think you can survive after fulfilling your oath to protect Lily's little troll?What you should worry about now is, when you die, what can you leave for the child in your arms...]

After trying to suppress the delusion in his heart, Snape looked at Draco's sleeping face, couldn't help but kissed Draco's hair lightly, and blurted out: "If only I could have a lifetime..."

Having said that, Snape instantly pursed his lips, and his brows furrowed deeply.

He can't guarantee it, he shouldn't fantasize, say nothing now, they can just be together like lovers or bedmates, and if he dies, Draco can comfort himself that he never loved, but If he promised.

What would he bring to Draco?

Destroy?

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66. Who moved my young master? ...

Draco, who was sleeping, seemed to feel something and tightly hugged the arm around Snape's waist. Snape patted the young man's back, and gradually loosened the frown between his eyebrows.

Embracing the young man's elastic body, Snape also slowly fell asleep.

A good biological clock allowed Draco and Snape to wake up almost at the same time. Draco rubbed his nose affectionately against Snape's big Roman-style nose, and walked into the bathroom naked with a smile on his face. When Draco came out of the bathroom, he looked like a pure-blood nobleman with a smirk, but Snape knew very well how passionate his body was under this false appearance.

Rubbing the space between his brows, Snape found that when he looked at the young man recently, he could not help thinking wildly.

This idea is not a good conclusion for a man who is extremely proud of his self-control, Snape wrinkled his head tightly again, and let the expression on his face return to gloomy, indifferent, malicious Waiting for the state formed by adjectives, quickly washed and dressed, and then retreated and appeared on the teacher's table under Draco's stubborn eyes of "must have breakfast".

The first class of the new semester is a continuous Potions class. Unfortunately, seeing Horace Slughorn on the podium with a big belly and bald head, Draco really didn't like it. In particular, Professor Slughorn is a very powerful person, like Draco, a "declining young master of a family". So actively to win over Draco.

Draco is very satisfied with this kind of coquettish but not overly attentive attitude. The old professor's way of handling things is indeed very comfortable, no wonder he can accumulate so many contacts.

Seeing Harry operate the "Living Hell Potion" so correctly, Draco raised his eyebrows to confirm that the potion book Harry took out from the old bookcase was indeed Snape's one.However, Harry, who is not proficient at all, obviously couldn't keep up with Draco, who had used the production method thousands of times, and the small bottle of melted gold-like Felix came into Draco's hand. inside.

Draco waved his hand indifferently and rejected the gift directly.

"Professor Slughorn, I'm sorry, but I have to decline your offer. I believe that people who can't operate it by themselves will like this gift more." Draco said this with a casual attitude and a humble attitude. There is a sentence, but the translation of this sentence is "Can't you show your level with a little difficult potion?".

Professor Slughorn's face froze slightly, and soon he returned to smiling.

"Oh, then I will give this rare gift to the next classmate who can successfully make the Potion of Living Hell. Malfoy, I believe that my private storage must have a reward that you like~" Slugger Horn patted his bulging belly, and promised Draco boldly.

Draco smiled contentedly and thanked Slughorn with a little deference.

"Thank you for your generosity, Professor Slughorn, I think I will be able to find what I need from it." Draco thought in his mind that there seemed to be not much dragon blood in Snape's storage cabinet recently, and planned to go to Slughorn took "a little" at random.

The courses in sixth grade are obviously much less than those in fifth grade. Draco only had one Potions class today. After class, Draco followed him to the sunny tower following Slughorn's call—very Obviously, Slughorn, who likes to enjoy himself, doesn't like dark dungeons - Draco took away a large bottle of dragon's blood with a slightly disgusted look on Slughorn's painful expression.

Holding this little free gift, Draco happily returned to the cellar. Snape, who was boiling the potion in front of the big cauldron, took a farewell to Draco and didn't say anything. Find the bookcases he has collected over the years.

After looking back and forth many times, Draco finally found a book that Snape had written on it and marked the ancient potion tome. Draco shook the thick book and teased Snape.

"Half-Blood Prince, huh? My dear Dean~" After finishing speaking, Draco blinked at Snape.

"Where did you know that?" Snape's relaxed expression quickly froze upon hearing this address, and his embarrassing face was so dark that it could drip ink.

Apparently, Snape still had a hard time getting references to his dismal school days.

Draco put down the book in his hand, walked over and hugged Snape's waist from behind, resting his chin on Snape's shoulder, his gentle tone carried some soothing meaning.

"Harry got your textbook from the old bookcase in today's Potions class..." Draco turned his head and put Snape's earlobe in his mouth: "I don't have the magic that you sorted out the contents by yourself. Where is the medicine book!"

The vague voice came from Draco, who was "busy", without mentioning the embarrassing past that Snape didn't want him to know.

Draco's dishonest hand slid up from Snape's waist, and began to unbutton Snape's long row of silver buttons, when Draco finally peeled off the three inner and outer three layers of robes After opening, he eagerly pressed his lips to Snape's pale neck, slowly licking and biting.

The wrinkles between Snape's brows became deeper and deeper, and his breathing gradually became heavier. Finally, Snape pushed away the young man who was already hanging on him, and pointed to the door of the office with trembling hands.

"Get out! Don't you come to the potions office for anything else?" Snape's roar sounded angry, but there seemed to be some hoarseness mixed with it.

Draco licked his lips seductively, and said, "Of course there are other things besides talking..." Then he said word by word while Snape was staring at him.

"Send to the door and let you fuck me!"

Snape took a deep breath with difficulty, and said dryly, "Go, I still have work to do."

Draco shrugged his shoulders indifferently, left the sentence "Then I'll find some other fun by myself", and left the Potions Office smartly without even taking his schoolbag.

Snape's face darkened completely for the last sentence, and he kept stirring the cauldron.In the end, Snape, who was extremely irritable, resolutely gave up his plan to continue after the pot of potion was brewed, and put on his robe and quickly walked around the entire Hogwarts Castle.

【Draco Malfoy, better not let me catch you flirting with some humanoid trolls in a corner! 】

Snape thought viciously in his heart, and then his stomach twitched because of the images of many Draco and many girls rolling on the bed that kept appearing in his mind, and then Snape was even more horrified to find that A picture of Draco being pinned down by a boy appeared in his mind!

[No, we must hurry up and find Draco, a dissolute young man! 】Snape kept having a stomach ache because of his fantasies.

Although Snape's footsteps were still ruffled from the back, he knew very well that his steps were chaotic...maybe...his heart was also chaotic...

When Snape stormed into the Slytherin lounge, all the students in Slytherin House maintained a stiff posture and stopped their movements, and pulled their posture back to the noble etiquette as quickly as possible. above the standard line.

Snape looked around and didn't see Draco, so he simply walked to the edge of Draco's bedroom, pushed the door open and entered.

The benefits brought by the dean system are obvious - Snape can come and go as he pleases in a dormitory that no one else can get in.

As for the students in the Slytherin lounge, after winking at each other, they all left the lounge in an instant, those who went back to the dormitory, those who went to the library, and those who went to different colleges to find friends... as long as they didn't stay and wait for the dean to clean up They, even the Forbidden Forest are fine!

At this moment, Snape, who walked into Draco's bedroom, was stunned by what happened in the room—Draco was lying on his snow-white soft bed writhing all over his body, holding his pink pole The body moved up and down, the thighs and the bed were stained with white turbidity, the misty eyes were blurred by physiological tears, and the mouth kept moaning and calling Snape's name.

what the hell