[SSHP] End of life

Holding two plates, Harry awkwardly kicked Snape's door open.

This is their third night here.Ever since Harry had discovered the cook was also attracted to Snape the morning before, he had made a fuss and refused to let Snape come down into the hall again.Of course Snape wouldn't agree - but Harry had a better way.He went downstairs before every meal, just to bring Snape's food to his room first.Fortunately, Snape wasn't bored enough to be rebellious like a little boy, and given the opportunity to stay at home, he took it without hesitation.

Harry put the two plates on the small table in Snape's room.Snape wasn't cutting his material at the moment, he was cutting at lunch, and Harry had to put the plate on the bedside table and lose the chance to stay in Snape's room and have lunch with him.He chuckled, sitting across from Snape.

Snape glanced at him, but said nothing more.He picked up the glass from his own plate.

During the time he lived with Snape, Harry discovered that Snape's habit was to take a sip of coffee before meals.He and Snape had eaten in the same Great Hall for ten years, and he had only recently noticed this little detail.

Snape frowned slightly, and lifted the lid of his paper cup.

Harry froze for a moment.He stretched his head to see the drink in Snape's hand, which was obviously a cup of hot chocolate that wasn't too strong.

"I'm sorry! What - I thought this was..." Harry frantically opened the lid of his drink, which was coffee on his plate.

You can't go wrong with any of their drinks before the meal - as they're served in mugs.And just now, when he was waiting downstairs to pick up dinner, the cook told him that in the afternoon, when she was cleaning the kitchen utensils, she accidentally broke the whole plate of china—the cups happened to be on that plate, so she gave it to him. paper cups.There is no difference between the paper cups for coffee and hot chocolate, he distinguishes them by placing them on separate plates.Unexpectedly, I remembered it wrong.

It is more likely that the damn bitch set him up on purpose.He didn't think he would mix up the plates of two people in just a few tens of meters, even if he wanted to stay in Snape's room all the way.It must be that bitch.If instead of coffee Snape drank a cup of hot chocolate that was completely unpalatable, she had a chance to ask Snape to come down and change it himself.

"It must have been on purpose -" Harry said through gritted teeth, "This is for you." He put his coffee next to Snape's plate and reached for Snape's chocolate.

Snape shook his head, clutching his glass for a moment.Harry's fingertips touched the rim of the cup, and then touched the man's warm fingers, and his mind suddenly went blank.

The cup tilted slightly, and some chocolate spilled onto Snape's fingers. He frowned and closed the lid, taking a napkin to wrap his soiled fingers.With a gentle rotation of the paper towel, the stain was wiped clean.

Harry stared at Snape's fingers.Reason told him that Snape was on alert, and he had to look away as soon as possible, but his body would not listen, and all his nerves were trying to prevent the order of reason from being conveyed.He felt that his eyes had been cursed, and could only be glued to Snape's long, beautiful fingers for the rest of his life.If Snape licked the chocolate instead of erasing it, if it wasn't his own fingers that were being held and turned teasingly by this hand but - not through a piece of paper, of course - his mind kept thinking about Snape. Nepe licked his fingers with that little dexterity of the tongue and the same dexterity of the fingers, and wondered uncontrollably how the hand had moved in the most secret night.When he came back to his senses, he found that his body had started to respond instinctively.

"Stupid boy!" Snape shouted, he didn't know whether it was anger or embarrassment, there seemed to be a slight blush on his cheeks, "Don't use your excess hormones to drool at me! If you have been so hungry To a certain extent, there is a person downstairs who looks at you every day—"

"You're the idiot! She's looking at you! I bet she's been thinking about getting you into bed every day, so you won't be able to get up the next day!" Harry snapped back furiously, he could hardly It was believed that Snape was unaware of his own situation.

"Aha." Snape sneered coldly, "so you think you should show interest in me first, so that I will be grateful and willing to kneel at your feet, so that I won't actually have sex with that woman." He stared Harry, "don't bother you, Mr. Potter. Even if I really call that woman into my room, it has nothing to do with you. I'm not your suitor, and I have the ability to decide who I am Every action, including whether you can get up the next day."

Harry looked back at Snape.He swallowed hard, deciding that this was the perfect time to tell the truth, and he couldn't wait for the next one: "I'm just jealous. I really think you're charming…"

"A greasy old man?" Snape uttered a long-unheard mocking sound from his nasal cavity, "In such a situation, you still have the mind to think about these things. I admire the savior's strong psychological quality."

"I've never bothered to think about these things!" Harry blurted out. "My feeling for you just never goes away! It never goes away, no matter what the circumstances! If it decides to look up, reason doesn't There is no way to control it!"

"Your feelings were wrong from the start, Potter. You lied to yourself," Snape said.He lowered his gaze, threw the paper aside, and picked up his knife and fork.

"You knew all this time?" Harry was taken aback. He was extremely surprised that Snape didn't stay away from him after knowing what he had been thinking all along. "But how did you know? I just figured it out myself." Not long!"

"It's impossible for anyone to ignore those baby-like dependencies and unconscious covetousness." Snape said disgustedly, "If you don't know it yourself, I can only say that I am in awe of the level of stupidity of Saint Potter. "

"On the sidelines—but you know! You always knew, but you didn't even ask me!"

Snape raised his eyebrows menacingly. "I don't need to ask. Because it shouldn't be there, and it's going to be gone soon. Now shut your mouth, Potter, and if you don't want your supper, I'll feed it to the dogs."

Harry grabbed Snape's chocolates and his own plate, taking a step away from Snape.That damn—no, the chocolate that created the opportunity also spilled on his hands.He owed it, and the horny bitch downstairs.Although he had a premonition that he had lost love before he even started.

"Even if you know, even if you don't care or even feel disgusted, I still have to say it! I think I'm in love with you, it started a long time ago, but I used to think that I just didn't want to lose you! But the woman used that When I stare at you, I want to threaten or even kill her! I want to hug you, I want to be hugged by you, I want to kiss you, make love with you! I like you talking in my ear, I think—I wish I could be with you forever! I've never felt so strongly for anyone!"

"It's just desire." Snape didn't show obvious disgust, but was very indifferent and contemptuous, "I never expect a 20-year-old to have anything other than this kind of thing in his brain. Let alone distinguish them .And I'm 20 years older than you, Potter, as I said before, if you have doubts about your gender, you should at least remember that I'm your teacher!"

"You're not quite my teacher anymore. And about lust, I'm sure you're wrong." Harry argued red-faced, "You didn't even try it with me, if you'd allow yourself to let us try— "

"If you must discuss your biological instincts that overwhelm your reason, I suggest you go to the Daily Prophet! They may be interested in the personal love life of the Savior!" Snape stood up suddenly, and slapped the knife and fork on the table .He seems to have lost his temper.Looking at the back of his bruised hand, Harry judged that he was trying to control himself.Otherwise he will throw a knife at him.

"If they do come for an interview, I'll let you know you're wrong! I'll tell the Daily Prophet I love you!" Harry yelled at Snape, dodging quickly in the corner of the room.

A light seemed to burst in Snape's eyes.A fireball that could be interpreted as a fireball that could be interpreted as rage to the point of losing his mind flashed through the eyes that were so dark that they were even dazzling. It made the most charming part of him more vivid and compelling.The ball of fire seemed to be spinning in Snape's soul.Snape took a deep, trembling breath.

"I love you, Severus," Harry continued, and Snape wouldn't kill him, "but you're mad, you don't believe it without asking, you've been avoiding the question. Discuss it It doesn't make it happen - you keep your principles and right like that's a curse!"

That was indeed a curse, Harry thought resentfully.Without this principle and correctness, he would not fall in love with this awkward man.And precisely because of them, Snape thought they couldn't be together.

斯内普完全没有绕过桌子揍他的意思——看样子，事情比他想象中要好得多，斯内普虽然不信任他的爱，但至少没认为他是在有意羞辱。

He sat cross-legged in the corner, picked up the bread on the plate and took a bitter bite.Snape's eyes stared darkly at him from under his jet-black brows.Harry's body trembled after the emotional outburst, he took a deep breath, turned the chocolate aside, deliberately stuck out his tongue to lick the cap that Snape drank, and took it defiantly.

Snape seemed to wince.The terrified look of those black eyes was glued to Harry's lips, and he sat back down with a gust of wind.

"Fine, then let's discuss it as you wish. Do you know what the dark effect is?" After a while, he met Harry's gaze and asked with deep malice.

"do not know."

"What about the drawbridge effect?" He continued with a sneer.

"I don't know." Harry replied nonchalantly.

"Since the savior doesn't know anything, how can he be sure that he is talking about love? I won't be a small checkpoint on your way to capture everyone, let you pass it and go to the next one. Either bypass me, or be stuck in forever here."

"I won't get stuck here, and I won't go around here." Harry said flatly, "I won't pass the level and run to the next one happily like a lustful dog like you said after passing the level." Level, I'll stay with you forever. If you think I can't prove that I love you without knowing the Darkness Effect and the Drawbridge Effect, then you can tell me what those two effects are."

"Let me guess, Potter," Snape said softly. "If I asked you, you'd answer me that your so-called love for me started last year, 1998, at the Screaming Shack. And you really found What is it, a hut in a werewolf colony?"

"I'm not going to argue for now," Harry replied, "What do they have to do with your two effects?"

"The drawbridge effect refers to the fact that dangerous or highly stimulating situations can enhance mutual affection and create the illusion of love. In the screaming shack, your reaction is not because of your psychological changes, but simply because of war and too much love. Death, they cause stimulation, making you mistakenly bet this feeling on me alone. The dark effect refers to the fact that in a place with relatively dark light, when you can’t see the other person’s expression clearly, it is easy to reduce your guard and create a sense of security, resulting in A feeling of intimacy. Is there anything else you can say, Potter? If you want to think, then think, and I don't need your apology. If you don't want to think, then get out."

"Yes." Harry said sarcastically, "I discovered another professional advantage of you. For example, a psychology teacher at a Muggle university."

"If I didn't meet Neville Longbottom, Hermione Granger, and you, I'd never be able to teach students." Snape retorted, "I don't care much about being a professional masochist." I have great interest, but I don’t want to lose my teaching position because of you.”

"Actually I developed feelings for you last year in 1997, after you killed Dumbledore." Harry said slowly, Snape's reaction did not give him enough sense of accomplishment, "I have never been with You said that when I became a ghost and went to a Death Eater party with you. I saw you crying in 12 Grimmauld Place. I began to think that you were still part of my ally. You were The only person in the world who misses my mom as much as I do, and even I don't cry so much when thinking about Mommy."

Snape's answer was merely a nonchalant raise of an eyebrow.Harry's angry revenge still didn't get the reaction he wanted.So he continued.

"For months after that, I wondered why you were. I thought you were a complete jerk, but it seemed Dumbledore was the one pushing you. Nothing in my life but Horcruxes, hunger, pain, The quarrel is all about you. I saw you in the daydream spell, I looked for your name in the Marauder's Map every day, I asked Phineas about your recent situation, I gradually believed in you, and I did not hesitate to fight with you. Hermione Ron quarreled. Then you showed up and you didn't put a curse on me. I tried to ask you a lot of questions but you died. I hate you so much you ruined my life and you got rid of it. I won't let you go even if I dig it out of the grave. So I chased you until this time, without any danger or strong stimulation, but I found that I love you instead. Is this your drawbridge effect?"

Snape put down his half-eaten dinner.Harry looked at him, the words didn't shake Snape enough, and made himself angry, sad, and miserable.He also didn't finish a third of his dinner, but he couldn't eat it.

"I didn't feel close to you in the werewolf colony. I just found that I fell in love with you. In fact, I couldn't leave you long ago, when I recalled the tree of time after the spell took effect. I'm jealous of the Harry Potters out there, a lot of Harry Potters have you. You make me feel safe. That's your dark effect."

He stopped and carefully observed the man sitting opposite him like a stone statue. "You don't have to believe me, but you can't deny something before it happens, and you can't stop it from starting because you're afraid of its consequences."

"First, Mr. Potter, I don't deny anything that doesn't exist. Second, I'm never afraid." Snape picked up the coffee. For some reason, his hand shook slightly, and the coffee remained on the plate. Put a few drops on the trace.He didn't drink it and put it down again.

Then he got up and went to the window.

"The discussion is over. Since you want to be a house-elf so badly, take them away. I don't want to see you again today." He turned his back on Harry, refraining from using his sharp verbal attacks and his rich vocabulary To measure, just hold the window frame.Harry noticed that the knuckles of his hands on the window frame were white.It's still raining outside.

"Good night, Severus." Harry looked at Snape's tense back, as if he was enduring something.He should have taken advantage of Snape's hesitation and patience, but he couldn't go any further.The peace during this period made him forget those urgency and death, and what he just said made him regain those things.He picked up his plate and quietly backed out.

The author has something to say: the potential of SS psychology teacher, hahahahaha.It's better to just feed Mr. Potter's food to the dogs if you are in a cocoon.laugh.