[SSHP] End of life

The author has something to say: In order to prevent you from underestimating the warning in the chapter title, the words must be put first.

In the food manual of the copywriter, I said that there might be a reverse cp plot, but I didn’t know at the time if it was really reversed. Now I can take responsibility and regret to say that Erha is very powerful, and SS is very pessimistic about emotions, so he The control of the two really went against me, not verbally or Xiaoha just gaining the upper hand.Xiaoha really suppressed SS.Although it is just a plot, it is not permanent in the relationship between the two of us in this article, but this plot cannot be skipped, and there is nothing I can do about it.

I couldn't control them in the previous episodes that weren't too intense, let alone this kind of explosive disaster.I'm just talking about the copywriting of the truth, I can't believe it's true against cp.One day when I am in a good mood, I have to go and change the copywriting.Then... oh my God, I'm so shy, so you can just look at the part below the neck, it can't compare with pistol|gun text, sorry I shouldn't compare with pistol|gun text.It can't be compared with the translation, it's too far behind.God, the old man is really shy, covering his face.

If you can't stand SS being suppressed, don't be mean and don't be curious.Use your willpower.Just know he was pinned down a bit.Skip this chapter, and the next chapter SS will overwhelm Erha. This is the real attack and receiver of this article, and it is also the attack and receiver of your choice.This chapter is not affected.It was an accident.If you are really afraid of the impact, please look at the progress bar on the right, and you must close this chapter at most three quarters.

Choose the package that goes forward bravely, I will comfort you in advance for the sake of Tianlei for a while, and I will update it today.

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Oh oh oh it's a blessing to open earlier.Although I don't think the H I wrote is worth reading.This chapter is locked, I changed it, there is no major change, only a small change in some parts, it does not affect, I roughly said, you can imagine for yourself, but you are not allowed to laugh... Anyway, I laughed when I changed up.I will use |||||| to mark the changed part, with a head and a tail.At least you guys know where the changes are. H is really not important.H does not account for any proportion of the whole article.And I'm too shy to write well.To give you a word count reference, before the modification, it showed 8867 characters, and there is not much difference after the modification... It is not a ball bean sack, why the number of words has increased instead?

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Let me change again, let me change again.Really annoying.

I changed it so many times that I couldn't bear it anymore, it was changed a lot.It's still the same, we are more conscientious, even if we change it, we will try our best not to affect the fluency.If you want to see the original version, go back.shrug.I am very angry right now.The Book of Changes should be well understood.It's not useless for me to put it here, it's very cryptic.

It's the fifth day and it's still snowing.The blizzard is howling, and if this continues, the source of food will become a problem.Communications had also been cut, and in such inclement weather they were temporarily unable to get more owls from Dumbledore.

But Harry wasn't that worried.If there was anything they wanted, the Order of the Phoenix had sent people to Apparate here - Dumbledore would always find them if it was necessary.The blizzard even affected the signal, and they couldn't receive any stations, so they could only isolate themselves in the hotel.

From the third day, some men became irritable and violent.Harry occasionally heard arguments through the door in the middle of the night.Snape was still cutting and squeezing his potion ingredients.Harry was reading an obscure book.

Snape wouldn't say another word to him unless necessary.He was stingy with even taunting, and for Harry, such indifference was more difficult than taking up the labor service of a Quidditch match.Snape seemed determined to get himself out of that so-called stupid idea.

Snape's methods were no longer working on Harry.Harry was completely unafraid of his famous verbal attacks.He can only fall back and use the method of ignoring, trying to make Harry "calm down" and realize that his feelings "should not exist".

But as far as Harry was concerned, Snape's rejection of him didn't bother him at all.This is exactly how Severus Snape should have reacted, he, like everyone else, would value the welfare of his lover more than himself - Remus Lupine chose to reject Tonks in the first place, but he He decided he couldn't give her the best.And Snape was more cautious and thoughtful than anyone else.

Fleur and Tonks can also represent Harry's attitude.Nothing can stop them, what they think is the best, even though they may not be.But there is no best love or partner, only the most suitable.They have something that they lack that can be complemented if they are with them.

Half an hour passed.The book in Harry's hand turned only one page.Snape grew livid under his occasional peeps, but the man was still cutting and bottling the material.If Harry hadn't gotten to know him well enough, he would have thought Snape hadn't been affected in any way - he still looked calm and expressionless.

Harry watched as Snape bottled all the cut potion ingredients.The man took out his mortar and another bottle, and began to slowly grind up the potion ingredients in the bottle.

"can we talk?"

"I see no need for that, Mr Potter."

"Can't you talk while you're working on potion ingredients?" Harry said pointedly.

Snape continued to grind, showing no signs of being insulted. "At any time, as long as I don't want to, I can't."

"Then give me a little of your wine. Or I'll go down and drink the whole bottle."

"It has nothing to do with me—"

"Nothing, yes. But I'd get drunk and throw up all over the bed."

Snape put down the pestle.He went to the trash can and dumped all the ingredients in the mortar into it.

Harry watched as he poured out the scrapped potion ingredients.This was the first time he had seen Snape damage the medicine.Snape gritted his teeth and opened the case and took out the bottle.He filled Harry's usual half glass, filled himself, sat down in his chair, and took a swig.

"Daytime drinking..." he muttered, keeping his eyes on his medicine jar.

"In case you haven't noticed, it's 09:30pm," said Harry, taking a sip of the potent liquid.

"Then drink this and go to bed."

"No, I want to talk to you," said Harry.He sat on the bed and put the books he had read less than half of in five days on the bedside table.

Snape was furious. "What are you talking about? Potter, your gaze has stuck to me like a spider's web for weeks. If you want to bring up your unrealistic fantasies to me again, I advise you to stop thinking about women. There are dozens of women out there who can keep you from worrying about no one sharing your bed for ten years, but you're not going to get that kind of attention from me, if I could use my wand now, I'd curse you out of bed for the rest of my life !"

He took a sip of his drink and took a deep breath.Then he poured himself another glass.

Harry also took a long swig of his wine.There was still a small half of the wine in his glass, and the burning heat passed through his throat, reached the bottom of his stomach, and rushed back to his whole body, making his head and limbs heat up violently. "Could you stop getting cranky like a brooding female dragon just mentioning this!"

"You can choose not to mention it, Potter!"

Harry took another sip of his drink. "Then you give me a reason to give up my mind!"

Snape's cup emptied again with unbelievable speed.He poured himself again until their fifth bottle of Firewhiskey since their mission was an empty carafe.He drank the last sip of wine, fixed his gloomy eyes on the corner of the wall, then he grabbed the empty glass in his hand and threw it against the wall, standing up abruptly.Harry thought he had finally run out of steam and wanted to come over and punch him, but Snape just grabbed the coat from the hanger, walked past the TV, and headed for the door.

"You stop!" Harry snarled, throwing back his last sip of whiskey and grabbing Snape's wrist.He threw the wine glass casually on the carpet.

This time the alcohol didn't flow to his stomach, but exploded right in the middle of his head.Ten years, they've been together for ten years—the first time Snape saved him was to pay off a debt, and his dignity and justice made him hate being in debt.Countless rescues, teachings, attentions since then - just because it was needed, because it was right.And he never gets more justice done to him.

In Snape's stony head, he was right to reject him.It's not right that they are together.But why is it right to refuse?Why is it incorrect to be together?Is it just because of the difference in status and age?Or did he mean that their company couldn't continue because the prophesied boy would eventually die?

"Don't try to run away! Even if you refuse to talk about it, it's still there! If you refuse me firmly, show your arrogance! Four years! You have done so much for me after realizing this feeling, truly Looking forward and backward when you can get it, you are like a coward!"

He jumped off the bed, clutching Snape's wrist tightly, and pulled the man past him.Unexpectedly, Snape was not furious, and his eyes, which were as cold and hard as marble, seemed to be shattered into dust.What was even more surprising was that his face was deathly pale.

"Potter, you've always been a taker. You're a robber," he said slowly, subduedly. "I've given you all I could, my energy, my time, my Half my life, my whole second life so far. I'm like a marionette in your hands. And now you say, you still want me."

"I long for you," said Harry, "and I'm sure you long for me, too."

"What you crave is security. Anyone can give you that!" Snape growled, glancing back at the table, as if subconsciously looking for another bottle of wine.But on the tables and in the corners there was nothing but air, empty bottles and shards of glasses that had overturned.

"I long for complete security, for family," Harry admitted quietly, "and I wish I had someone tied to me until the very end, instead of going to a new stage of life like Hermione and Ron Their own lives." He paused, looking into Snape's eyes, "A lot of people can give me security, but I want what you give. It's the most complete, and it doesn't make me feel guilty. Because in When I bind you, you will bind me. We will step into each new phase together, and adjust together when any phase comes. We are the best for each other, and the soul can never go wrong."

"Then I suggest you go and find the second most suitable person for you," Snape said.He was unsteady on his feet, and Harry felt that his pale face was like a mask, and there were cracks in it.He looked dazed.

"Alcohol." He seemed to be panting or cursing, trying hard to shake off Harry's hand.Harry staggered from his throw, tripped over a corner of the bed, and fell to his knees on the carpet.He immediately grabbed Snape's trousers.

Both were panting.Harry's out of anger, Snape's probably out of dizziness.In front of Harry were the black dragonskin boots again, they had been polished to a good texture.The elongated shape is very beautiful.

Merlin actually let him identify such a stubborn and stubborn man.Every cell in his body is calling him to want him, to be close to him, especially now after drinking.He kept trying to persuade Snape to follow the guidance of the soul, but perhaps he was the one who should follow the guidance the most.

Yes... that's right.If it's just persuasion, he probably won't be able to drag this man out of the safe zone in his entire life.Snape is a rigorous and conscientious person, and his approach to feelings is extremely cautious. He must be conservative and traditional.As long as you have a close relationship with him, he is special to him!

Harry knelt at Snape's feet.He felt his head gradually heat up.That's the heat.The heat that burns away all guilt and hesitation.Hotter, hotter... hot enough that he can't think of anything, and then he'll obey regardless.

As Harry gasped in the heat, Snape also looked down at the little boy at his feet. ——No, it's not a little boy anymore.It's a young, big boy who is pumping up at an unbelievable speed, a young man between a teenager and a young man.He had long since ceased to be the baby in his arms, trembling at his sarcasm and malice, furious, stumbling and groping in the dark with hope in his arms.

Snape felt a little dazed.The boy's curly black hair was a mess of weeds, standing obstinately in the direction of the hair twist.When was the last time you looked at the boy this way?Maybe it was the boy crying unabashedly in his bedroom, maybe it was in another time and space, in his office, or the Forest of Dean.They stood face to face at the bifurcation of choice, as if they couldn't tell whether they were companions or enemies.It is still the same face now, even younger, but it has already brought a maturity that does not match its age.Although he is still naive and impulsive, he is already a qualified savior.

They lay out a 20-year bureau.Today, Potter has finally become the leader that Dumbledore and himself have been cultivating all these years, and has become a real savior.He has gradually grown up under the pressure and loss of many years, he will endure, he will give up, and he will consider things from the overall perspective.They had succeeded, but he was not at all relieved.He had seen the boy's despair and collapse, and he was so preoccupied every day that his smile seemed fake.

Fate never gave Potter time.In just seven years, he compressed things that most people might never experience in their lifetime.He learned to endure pain, learn to take life, and learn to make choices.Gryffindor's bravery makes all his reactions at critical moments always correct.Although he will face a trial of conscience afterwards, he never hesitates when necessary.

Snape's fists clenched.He subconsciously let go of his fingers and gripped them again.

He'll never admit that he really values ​​Harry Potter.He hoped that Harry could live with his head held high, as a hero, in a world where light was greater than darkness, with the pure green eyes Lily gave him, and insisted on his justice and walked bravely and unyieldingly.The boy's future doesn't need him.Now he can only do one thing - suppress Harry's feelings, find the giant as soon as possible, and reduce the time the two spend together until the war is over and the boy runs to a wider world.He believed that time and distance can negate everything.

He shook his head slightly.Alcohol made him dizzy and at the same time made him unimaginably sentimental.He frowned and bent down, trying to pull up the savior who abandoned his dignity and knelt at his feet, and hugged his trouser legs tightly.

He held out a hand.Before that hand touched Harry's collar, there was a sudden sense of loss of strength all over his body.It is an incomplete Lisong Jinxie.The eyes of the savior who raised his head at that moment were bloodshot, full of determination and despair.Snape's body uncontrollably leaned forward in this position, and the Savior supported his weight on his shoulders, stood up with difficulty by shaking his legs against the edge of the bed, and lifted him onto the bed.

"Potter!" Snape's brows furrowed together, his snarl bringing him even more giddiness.Harry fell on his side, propping his head with a pale face. The magic power that seemed to have not fully recovered caused the binding spell to have some effect on his body, but it was not a great effect.His magic power has begun to recover at an accelerated rate.The boy struggled to lift his head.

At this moment, Snape finally realized the indelible mark left on Harry by the darkness that was and is going on.Harry reached out his hand to cover his eyes, and after a few seconds, trembling but warm lips fell on the knife-like mark between his age-old brow.

The boy's breath and body temperature are so close, strange and familiar.As if receiving oxygen in a vacuum, as if a thirsty fish had been thrown into the water, Snape was amazed that his body missed the boy so much.He hadn't held Harry in his arms for nearly a month.Even if they've been stuck in the same bedroom for a week, it's just one person occupying a narrow edge.

Harry finally struggled to straighten up, and he seemed to have finally come out of his powerlessness, his eyes showed that he had made a dangerous determination.He bit his lower lip, staring intently into Snape's eyes.Snape avoided his gaze.

The boy let out a miserable, self-deprecating low laugh.His fingers touched Snape's cheeks, and he pressed his palms against them, rubbing them lightly. ||||||| Then the palms turned down and slid across Snape's neck. |||

Snape gasped. "You're crazy!" he growled.

"I didn't," said Harry coldly. Five minutes later, he threw most of their laundry under the bed.He squinted and studied Snape's body carefully.

He thought of Snape in his fifth year, when he was like a sinewy plant growing in the dark.Now, many years later, Snape has lost the paleness and greenness of his youth and youth. From the day they met, he showed Harry more of the strength and power of an adult.When he walked about the castle, he was like a big oppressive cloud.Harry looked at Snape's strong, muscular arms, covered in even thinness of muscle from long hours of standing and stirring potions and spells.It never occurred to Harry that he would be fascinated by a same-sex body.He swallowed, and hooked his fingers around the edge of what was left of Snape's clothes.

"Potter! Get off me!" Snape yelled, his voice shaking his eyes.But the threat did not deter Harry in any way, and he ignored the immobile man's angry threat, ||| lowered his head and studied the man he had been curious about for so long.The heels of his palms, which were full of calluses from long-term flight and spell training, rubbed the shaft, his expression was dull, as if he was completely fascinated.He stared at the same but completely different part of himself, pursed his lips and made a loud swallowing sound. |||Snape desperately felt Harry pinch it up and licked it tentatively with his tongue.

"Potter!!!" Snape yelled.

It was the third time in ten years that Harry had heard Snape actually roar, and the first time he had been this close to Snape when he roared.The man's roar resonated so strongly due to the deep quality of the voice that it nearly deafened his ears.

Harry climbed up, thinking he still preferred Snape's eerie threats in his smooth, elegant voice, even if he sounded like a complete old jerk when he spoke that way.He was glad that Snape was having such strong mood swings though.He moved his hand away from Snape's well-touched body, kissing the thin muscle.He stuck out his tongue and licked it, leaving a wet streak on the smooth skin.After a while, he straightened up and took off his last piece of clothing.He surprisingly found himself still wearing a sweater. |||

Because of the long-term training, the boy's body is no longer pale and thin, but a healthy color.When he took off his shirt, his strong upper body was gradually exposed with the movement, and the muscles moved under the smooth skin, showing beautiful lines. |||Erha took off and stretched out his hand to practice SS|||.

Harry didn't know how to provoke Snape to ||| practice with him|||, he rarely even solved problems himself. |||Erha is talking.At the same time, it is impossible for him not to respond, right, and then he must hang out with SS, right|||

|||SS is better than Erha, please refer to their noses for details.Since I'm an SS fan, I mean every part of him must be mature and beautiful, lol. |||Harry never imagined that he would one day be smitten with someone's masculinity, but he had to admit now that he liked it.He let go of his hand reluctantly, got out of bed and brought a bottle of bath liquid from the bathroom.

When he returned, Snape was still lying motionless on the bed. |||丄, do you know him?Don't look at the little horizontal line, it reads it too.Reporters, do you know the four ways of writing the word fen?Do you know why there are four ways of writing, and what is the connection between them? ||| But the sight doesn't look funny at all.Harry leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. Snape no longer threatened or refused, and there was a haze of darkness in his black pupils.

Harry decided that this represented Snape's tacit approval. |||Erha took the initiative to accept, during the period of "Yi" fine-tuning the salty hexagram: salty its penis, hold its penis. |||

Harry didn't know how long his spell would last, and he made sure he didn't want to be thrown off by the unshackled man before it was done. ||| Erha continues to prepare himself|||

||| Erha was afraid that the spell would fail, so he was very anxious. |||His thigh muscles began to shake uncontrollably.So are the arms that support the weight of the body.Panting in pain, he climbed onto Snape's chest, tilting his head and resting his cheek on Snape's neck. ||The salty hexagram in "Yi": salty, no regrets.Salty its auxiliary buccal tongue.Check it out carefully, if Xian Gua is in this posture, that|that|you must poke Erha’s|| the liquid that flows out sticks to the skin and loses temperature quickly, and the inner thighs are cold and slippery. "Severus," Harry called, choked up.He held onto Snape's hand tightly, as if calling his name and interlocking his fingers would give him endless courage and strength.He watched Snape with tears in his green eyes.

Snape closed his eyes, completely refusing to accept Harry's gaze.His sanity was failing.The boy had invaded his life for too long, had left him too uneasy, had been looking at him too long.So much so that now, all of his memories are Harry, impulsive, determined, troubled, surprised, timid, happy, angry, lonely, and crying.He's just Harry, he's not a savior, he's not the son of James Potter and Lily Potter, he's not a time-traveler who reminds him of his crimes and responsibilities, and never gives up on him.

He trains the boy.His kindness sets his abilities apart, and he can save the world.But it also caused him to make frequent errors of judgment, and he was kind but not decisive unless necessary.He knew there were many nights when he was tired and couldn't sleep.He couldn't stop it, he was miserable and alive, just like he used to be.

But they are not the same after all.Harry is the much-anticipated savior, the boy who survived, and the last banner of the British wizarding world.Who is he?Hogwarts' most unpopular dour Potions professor, a dead man, a dubious Death Eater.There shouldn't be any overlap in the life trajectories of the two people.He couldn't ruin the kid—everything that was trying to bring them together, soul or emotion, was wrong.

His principles finally helped him regain some lost sanity, followed by lust that disappeared like an ebb.He took a deep breath and opened his eyes to wake Harry up.But Harry grunted in pain and tightened his fingers sharply.His forehead was pressed against his chest, and his heavy, burning breath fell on his skin. Snape felt as if his soul had been pulled out of his body and thrown into the fire to roast painfully.

He closed his opened mouth again.He sighed inwardly and decided not to think about it.The fate of this child is so rough and heavy, everything is because of him.Even if it was to make up for it, he should at least conform to the poor boy once.Only this one time.Since Harry wanted him, let the boy have it.If he doesn't get relief when it's all over, he'll leave him far away.No one will ever know they were so close together.

Maybe after getting him, the boy will find out that the so-called soul connection is not a big deal.Satisfied his curiosity, won his victory, his short-lived enthusiasm will recede, and life will return to the bright track-this is right.Even though it was right that his chest, the bridge of his nose, and his throat ached like they were being crushed inch by inch with a medicine pestle.

Snape's thin lips pursed.He lowered his eyes.

The boy has discovered his desire to soften and is working hard to bring him back.This child is so desperate, like every year at Hogwarts, he was abandoned by almost everyone but insisted on carrying the burden of the savior on his shoulders, straightening his back and chest with all his strength.Snape's heart was filled with bitterness, and he slowly blinked his dry eyes.

After a while, Harry stopped all efforts.He stared blankly at the desire in his hand that didn't show signs of improvement, and moved his eyes to the man's face.Snape's expression was calm, without passion|lust, and no longer angry.This laissez-faire attitude is not pampering, but indifference.He doesn't want him.

Harry suddenly felt wronged.He gritted his teeth to hold back the tears, and pulled out his fingers for stretching.

The man's affection was deep and thick, and it was the safest thing in the world.It's his stuff.And he's never going to give it up—it's probably the only thing he really wants in life.Having reached this point, he will not back down even if he dies.Now that he has made a decision, he must get this man today.He won't wait any longer.

"Severus, bear with it." |||||There is bath lotion next to Erha, I don't need to say who it is, laugh|||.He took one last look at Snape, the man still tilting his head expressionlessly.Harry bit his lower lip, |||| Evil fingers!I warn you, I can't stand SS being crushed, so I crossed off the upper right corner, if I don't cross off, if you hit me, I will fight back! |||.Snape said nothing.

|| "Yi" Xian Gua: Heng, Lizhen.Salty its thumb.Salty its shares, hold on to its followers.Zhenji regrets death;Be salty, no regrets.Salty its auxiliary buccal tongue. ||, a thin layer of sweat broke out on the man's body, and Harry tasted the salty taste.He felt his cock ache, and he wanted this man, no matter what.He wanted to be held in his arms by his strong arms, and he wanted to hear him speak in his ear with a beautiful and low voice like a cello, calling his name.It's a pity he resisted so clearly—then the other way around.There is nothing about this man that does not attract him, including his thick and thick black hair with slightly curly ends after washing, including his big nose.

"Severus, I'm going in," he said, expecting no answer. ||||I said Erha was about to die, laughing||||Snape didn't even wrinkle his eyebrows.He only let out a brief, slight gasp, so light Harry thought he was hallucinating it - but he could vouch for it that it was the sexiest sound he'd ever heard.

|||Small half, that's all, shrugging, I can't accept if Erha completely XX loses SS, laugh, Erha doesn't dare to use force||||Just mastering the balance almost consumes all the strength of the whole body.The sweat on his forehead slipped into his eyes, so he had to raise his hand to wipe it off, but he couldn't see the man's fingers curled up slightly, grasping the bed sheet under him tightly.

|||My own mental capacity means at most 1 minute. SS will never accept |||| This incomplete possession is enough to satisfy him.Harry rubbed his cheek against Snape's shoulder, reluctant to leave.

Snape looked at Harry's languid face with a complicated expression, and the boy unconsciously half-closed his eyes.This kind of intimacy is the worst thing.He got it, he was satisfied, he identified him, and then wanted more.This reaction is at least half normal, but it's irrational.There was a tiny wry smile on Snape's expressionless face, but soon, this wry smile disappeared into his deep black eyes.He closed his eyes again.

Harry stretched out a hand to grab the box of tissues next to the bed, and wiped off the milky white translucent viscous liquid on the man's body.His whole body seemed to be emptied, becoming fragile and lazy, and he felt that he was desperately longing for a hug.Even though this body temporarily lost its sexual appeal to him, he still yearned for this kind of warmth.He climbed up, resting his chin on Snape's chest, and lay in this position for a while before softly chanting the anti-curse.Snape didn't speak, nor did he lose his mind, jump up and beat him up with his fists.Harry was even ready for his bashing.But Snape didn't hit him, he just slowly opened his black eyes.Harry looked up and saw that the man was like a wax figure, with no trace of human emotion or warmth in his eyes.

Harry rubbed up again.He leaned forward and kissed Snape's thin lips, tongue hesitantly prying open the man's jaw.Desperately, Snape didn't respond, not even berate him.Harry slightly moved away from Snape's body and glanced at him. The man's face was calm, his gaze seemed to be looking at a certain point in the void through Harry's body, through the ceiling and even through time and space.

That look again.Harry covered Snape's eyes with his hands, the eyelashes not even quivering under his palm.He continued to kiss him, only back to his lips, because the few experiences he had had hadn't taught him how to kiss someone deep enough to give him no response - Snape lay there like a vegetable.He licked and kissed the man's thin lips with nostalgia, and stroked his beautiful neck.He kissed Snape's eyes, and the man just let them close, nonchalantly, as if he was tired and just going to sleep.

Harry pulled one of Snape's arms away, resting his head on his shoulder and wrapping his arms around his waist.Even after strenuous exercise, Snape's body temperature was still higher than his, and it was very warm directly against it.He has pursued this kind of warmth for 20 years.Now the man is his.Even if he still refused to accept him... Maybe after this night, he hated him again.His impulsiveness ruined everything.

The thought overwhelmed Harry, and the urge from the alcohol went away completely.He lowered his head, trying to hold back the tears that gushed out.Cold tears slid down and into one eye, and he closed that eye once.Feeling the chill of salt water in his ears and cheeks, he unconsciously put more pressure on Snape's arms.

There was no sound, not even breathing, but Harry thought he heard Snape sigh slightly.He prefers to think that this is due to the connection of souls.The man seemed to tilt his head, and Harry felt a few hairs touched.With tears streaming down his face, he couldn't help smirking.

He wiped the tears off his face with the back of his hand indiscriminately, and wiped off the man's body as well.His fingers touched Snape's body, and he could feel that part of the skin soaked in tears had turned cold, but it might also be because his body temperature had risen from crying.He pulled the quilt up and rubbed it up, put his neck on the man's arm and shared a pillow with him.

"I love you, Severus," he said, wrapping his arms around Snape's waist again, finding a comfortable position, and closing his eyes contentedly.