[SSHP] End of life

When Harry woke up, he found himself lying on his side with half of his upper body outside the bed.The arms stretched out from the quilt were very cold, and he had no idea when he fell asleep.

He felt like he had only slept for a minute.Since his body was quite stable, he didn't intend to wake up immediately; so he closed his eyes and fell asleep for a while.After an unknown amount of time, he woke up again—half of his body was still outside the bed.

He stared dazedly at the ground, not understanding why he was hanging by the bed so strangely, and it took him a while to fully understand his posture.The body is warm and feels very dull.In order not to upset his balance and fall off the bed, Harry maintained this position without moving, and the sense of touch returned, and he finally determined that it was a hand across his waist that ensured that he did not fall off the bed.

He must have been hanging by the bed for a long time, his waist and legs are sore, very uncomfortable.That hand had an unfamiliar temperature that didn't belong to him, it was very warm and comfortable.Harry staggered back slightly, the mattress under him was cold, it seemed that he had been away from where he was supposed to be for a long time.He retracted his exposed arm, turned around carefully holding his breath, and took a small step down.Something solid and warm against his forehead was Snape's chest.The man's even breathing was just above his head, quiet and steady, and he listened to the sound of breathing for a while.

He was sleepy, very sleepy, sleepy and unconscious.But he couldn't bear to sleep.He looked into the darkness, his memory slowly rewinding, and finally remembered that this was what he wanted to hear before going to bed.He listened to his breathing and felt his mood become calm and joyful.

From those snowy nights when he held the statue, he suffered, pursued, never gave up, and finally came to him.He is alive, and he is alive, and he will use all his strength to ensure that he will never be tortured again.He would keep Snape alive, warm, old bastard who took pleasure in torturing students.He hoped that he could continue to listen to his sarcasm, maybe he would get angry, maybe he would fight and be picked up by him.He'll probably never beat him, but he doesn't care.He just wanted to see him healthy and strong, even if he was deducted points, even if he deliberately made a trip to rent the Quidditch field.These are the happiness that can't even be imagined - hidden in the daily life and behind every indifferent illusion.For these, he can do anything.

I don't know how much water was stored in the clay pot overnight, the sound of rain stopped, and the speed of the water droplets also slowed down. They fell into the pot drop by drop, making a crisp sound of water splashing.Harry relaxed and closed his eyes.

After closing his eyes, he didn't fall asleep as quickly as he imagined.His vision was blocked, and his other senses became very sharp. In the darkness, the sound of slow and long breathing mixed with the slight crackling of the flames made his heart tickle and tickle.He could smell the man's cold and bitter breath and feel the man's body.After he left the bed, Snape's arms tightened accordingly and were now wrapping around his back.A heart-pounding warmth ran through Harry's chest as he became aware of the hand against his chest.

Even after returning to the wizarding world from the utterly loveless environment of the Dursleys, Harry had rarely been hugged in all these years.At school, at the Burrow, or on the run, no matter how warm or harsh the circumstances, he had never shared a bed with anyone.Consciousness churned uncontrollably.

He has seen so many branches of the world tree.In the endless solitude, he clung to his frozen body, enviing those Harry Potters who could be protected and embraced by Snape countless times.Snape was always taller than him, and being held in the arms of a tall wizard was completely different from holding Ginny, who was smaller than himself—the question of the ratio of dependence and protection, he hadn't thought about it before seeing those branches. over this.He had never recalled falling asleep in the arms of a grown man, and he found that he liked the feeling: dependence and absolute security.

Harry knew the hug wasn't from Snape's will.He bet the man would refuse to approach him even if he was threatened with poison|drugs when he was sober.But he could hardly stop imagining himself in the arms of Snape - an older dependable man, who hugged him, whispered softly in his ear, his warm breath blowing over him. hair tips.He doesn't have to be afraid of anything, doesn't have to face anything he doesn't want to face.He pressed against Snape, not stopping his imagination.He admitted that he craved the feeling, and he wanted to enjoy it for as long as possible.Even if only in your own head.

This Snape of his own might never be willing to treat him a little softer than the other Snapes who were going.What the hell did the other Harry Potter do?And what should he do to get this?

He wanted to wrap his arms around Snape's waist.What was left of his mind was sluggishly calculating the chances that Snape would use his sleep as an excuse to survive if he woke up, and just realized that Snape's organs were against his thigh.Surprisingly, he didn't feel sick.What made him even more unbelievable was that when he felt the silent aggressiveness, he was gradually aroused.

He listened to the intermittent sound of water, struggling in confusion and sleepiness.After half a minute, Snape's breath paused for a moment.Harry looked up, and slowly the black eyes opened, dim and gentle.After a few seconds, the hand on Harry's waist was gone, and the hand ran through his hair, and the back of Harry's neck felt warm, and some hair was curled up in his fingers.He held his breath and found dark eyes that could almost be called gentle looking languidly at his lips.The hand moved a bit, and the thumb traced the corner of his lips.

Harry looked into those black eyes close at hand, and suddenly realized that maybe he wanted to kiss him - and he did.

The moment this thought jumped into his mind, it was like an electric shock, and Harry felt his whole body go numb and his chest swell with heat.He couldn't utter a word, he could only return the intent stare.Slowly, he began to understand why Lily blushed every time Snape stared at her.A serious person exudes tenderness, which is often fatally sexy-it's a pity that after a while, the haze in the black eyes gradually recedes.Snape's gaze was cold and severe again.He withdrew his hand and sat up.

Harry lay in the same position for a few seconds after his hands were gone.He was overwhelmed by the sudden emptiness, lost sight of the connection, and for a moment he didn't even know where he was.He rubbed his eyes, looked over Snape's shoulder, and said, "I almost fell in the middle of the night. Did you stop me?"

"I don't have any hope for the savior's knowledge and evaluation of me." Snape turned his head, his black eyes flashing with sarcasm, "the savior really doesn't kick people, he just rolls himself off the bed .”

"Thank you, Severus," Harry said slowly, staring uncontrollably at Snape's lips.After a moment, he came back to his senses, and gave Snape a broad smile.

He was worried that Snape would become unapproachable again because of the unexplained tenderness and caress just now, but fortunately he didn't.He sat up too, moving closer to Snape.

Snape glanced at Harry with disgust on his face: "I don't want to cure a cold for a savior who can't take care of himself. And your own potion level is enough to do things that are difficult for the Dark Lord to do."

"If the Half-Blood Prince is willing to contribute his potions textbook for cold potions...what grade is that, second year? I think I can still live to the day of the duel."

"Unfortunately," said Snape dryly, "I don't think he's commented as much."

"Thank you anyway. It's not just that," Harry said sincerely, tentatively taking Snape's arm.Snape didn't move.

"A lot of people think I take pleasure in torturing people, and while I don't totally deny it," Snape said after a while, "I'm usually not stingy about helping anyone I can. If you think I foresaw It would be a big mistake to let you fall on the floor and just snap your fingers inside yourself the moment you do hit the floor. I have nothing to lose by stopping you," he said Finished, shook off Harry's hand, and got out of bed to make tea.

"But I always thought you hated us all. Was that all an act?" said Harry. "I've wondered about that for a long time. How can one person hate everyone?"

"I hate students who are stupid. I don't saw their skulls open one by one and fill them with something, and most of the stuff will eventually leak out. But smart students who don't cause trouble are still very annoying to me I like it, the answer to your question is, in part." He paused for a moment, and emphasized again, "As for you, I don't have to pretend at all."

Harry looked at Snape in frustration, trying to discern how much he meant what he said about him.But soon, he realized that Snape was enjoying his frustration.He sat at the table with a reserved posture that could even be called a gentleman, waiting for the pot of water to boil.His eyes lacked the coldness of the day before, and seemed calm, but Harry still felt that he didn't get the relief or pleasure he should have gotten from the conversation between the two of them.There is a solid wall behind those eyes.

"But you hate Hermione, too," he said, slowly crawling out of bed, trying to maintain the peace of this retreat into safety.The moment he stood up, he felt like he was going to faint from lack of sleep.

"Miss Granger is indeed a particularly annoying know-it-all, but what's annoying about her is not that she knows everything, but that she can never listen to others." Snape commented sharply, and he raised the window to Look outside.

"The rain will stop for two days. Go out and find something to mend your hole."

Harry sat listlessly on the stool opposite Snape.He was terribly sleepy, nodding wildly, dreaming vaguely of the possibility of tucking Snape back under the covers and snuggling him into his arms for a little more sleep.He expected Snape to continue giving orders, shuffling him around like he was used to these days, but Snape stopped talking after that.After a while, he was awakened by the sound of pouring water.He looked up, just as Snape was looking at him with disgust.Then the man pursed his lips and stuffed him with a cup of tea impatiently.

The author has something to say: Alright~ the second part of the series.laugh.In fact, I really came together, and when I clicked on Jinjiang, it reminded me that this chapter exceeds [-] words. I’m not sure. , don't care about the chapters, laugh.