[SSHP] End of life

The two of them were still walking down the mountain when the rain began to fall.Ten minutes later, Harry and Ben said goodbye at the foot of the mountain, and three minutes later, he ran to the door of the hut that belonged to him and Snape.He was drenched from head to toe, but the excitement of success finally came to fruition, gradually radiating to his limbs.He convinced the werewolves that they were one step closer to victory by having allies instead of just cutting off their opponents.Dumbledore is alive, the werewolf is not Voldemort's.More people can live.He wasn't cold at all, just excited.

Snape was chopping some herbs on the little table when he flung open the door and ran into the house.This sight didn't surprise him at all. Along the way, besides reading, Snape spent more of his free time doing this kind of thing - dealing with potion ingredients that were carefully stored so they wouldn't go bad.He always needs a lot of materials, usually, the speed at which he processes materials can barely keep up with the speed of his consumption, and he has no more stocks.In the colony, there is just a lot of time.

For weeks, he had been refusing Harry's help.Harry had to sit down beside him, watching those big, steady hands cut, grind, and squeeze out the juice with precision.He won't drive him away.Snape's movements were simple and steady, and his hands were extremely precise, and he would not have to compare the ruler to barely approve the length like him, the incision was skewed, or it made a sticky mess.Many times Harry fell asleep to the sound of cutting and squeezing.Sometimes, half asleep and half awake, he would hear the sound of a silver knife cutting on a chopping board amidst the incessant rain, or the opening and closing of the lid of a medicine bottle.

Or Snape took a sip of his tea.

Whenever this time, he will feel the security from the heart.He likes this life.Simple, personal, better than those lively but noisy parties - certainly not because he is not good at dancing.

He likes this Enron.There is no longer any restlessness in his heart, no more emptiness, no need to be noticed to confirm his existence and the value of his existence.He no longer needed external force to confirm that he was alive, not just panting.All his changes originated from that crazy night full of blood and fire, but floating in light.He thanks it.

He closed the door, smiling broadly.Snape just gave him a simple look.

"Guess what - it's done!" Harry opened his arms, waving the ball at him. "They agreed to join us!"

The black eyes were deep and calm. "Undress," Snape ordered. "I don't want to use the cold potion in autumn."

Harry took off his clothes and hung them by the fire.He returned to the house empty-handed, the hole in the roof was beyond patching, but he certainly didn't mind that the rain was still leaking above his bed.Snape apparently didn't mind that much either.The earthenware basin was still in the middle of the bed, and began to catch the rain drop by drop; his quilt was still rolled up at the foot of the bed.Harry ran to the bed, pulled away Snape's quilt and curled up in, anxiously waiting for Snape's wrath.But Snape wasn't angry.Harry shrank his head, trying to wrap his whole body in the dry quilt. In silence, he listened to the patter of rain outside the window.

This is the third rain since October.The whole summer passed quickly, and the previous rain had lowered the temperature to the point where it could no longer be lowered in a short time—if the temperature were lowered any further, snow would fall.Lying under the quilt in such weather can make him feel warm and comfortable enough.Especially with Snape around.

Snape gave Harry an indifferent look, neither sarcasm nor praise.He cleaned up the table and put the medicine bottle in the box with great care. Then he lowered his eyes and pried open two cans of corn meat and poured them into the pot.He added some water to it and poured in some pepper.

Harry wrapped himself into something resembling a Bigwilly cocoon, rolled to the corner of the bed and watched Snape's steady and quiet back.Snape pulled out the grill and sausages.

"Are you going to reward me?" Harry said with a grin. The anticipation just now turned into another kind of joy that was close to warmth. He knew that this man would not be subdued in words, but only expressed in actions, "but How do you know that you can succeed by going up the mountain? I can't believe that you let me go up the mountain without a reason."

"To patch the hole in your roof," Snape replied, "I have every reason to believe you've forgotten about it."

"Who cares about this?" Harry urged excitedly, sitting on the corner of the bed, shaking his head in the quilt wrapping, "You must know something."

Snape glanced at him. "The rain doesn't stop for a long time," he said, "especially during the day." After he finished speaking, he concentrated on cutting open the sausage and turning it over, obviously not wanting to say more.But Harry understood right away.

"You know that I have a chance when I go out, so you stay here for a while?" Harry asked Snape's back, "Why are you sure they haven't decided yet? You used Legilimency on Ben ?”

Of course Snape couldn't use Legilimency.Harry watched him, and for a long time, no one in the room spoke.The sausage crackles slightly.

Harry swayed, listening to the sound.I don't know when, he no longer wants to take care of all the daily housework in fear.Even at the Weasleys', he used to get uneasy eating, but he didn't now.The most convincing is often the most ordinary day-to-day - he believes that when he no longer feels guilty for what the other person has paid, he has already developed a closer connection with that person.He was happy to see what Snape did for him, and he would do more - because he wanted to, not in return.

He teeters on warmth and quiet, and feels hungry at the same time.Just when he thought Snape would never answer him again, Snape spoke suddenly.

"You're the best argument," he whispered, without explaining what he meant. "Get enough sleep tonight. Or you can say goodbye to Ben Teddy. Leave tomorrow morning."

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Harry finally decided to go and say goodbye to Ben before eating.Now that Ben Teddy, the most eloquent leader of the Welsh Werewolf colony, has made his case, there is no more danger in going out at night.He took two packs of sausages, held a completely useless umbrella, and put on wet clothes that hadn't dried yet, and walked to Ben's place.

Liz and his brother were there too.Harry stayed in the house for more than ten minutes, then ate a small bowl of soup and half a sausage he brought himself, bid them farewell and went out of the house.When he got back to his lodgings, Snape was scrubbing the cooker while he waited for Harry to eat his supper.A large basin of water stands on a simple stone circle.It's time to clean up your personal hygiene again.

They couldn't use wands, and there was no bathroom in this room, so they had to settle for the next best thing.The time when you can only wipe yourself with hot water is finally coming to an end.While Harry was looking forward to a full shower and bath, he also regretted that he had discovered his desire for Snape too late.Maybe today is the last chance.

Despite a lot of school life, he still can't get over his shyness.When he wiped himself, he always asked Snape to hide.Snape scoffed at him, but always followed suit.And he would hide while Snape was scrubbing.

"It's too cold today. Let's not go out," he suggested, chomping down on his sausage as if nothing had happened.Snape made a calm nasal sound across from him, no suspicion, no sneer.He felt himself blushing.

By the time they packed everything up and went to bed, Harry still had a hot face.And Snape ignored all his reactions.The candles were extinguished, but a fire was still burning in the fireplace.Harry was lying flat on the bed, Snape's arm wasn't touching him; but they were so close that Harry seemed to feel Snape's heat.He had no idea how he fell asleep.

"If you read, Harry!" said Hermione in that familiar tone of distaste she hadn't spoken to him in a long time.She was sitting on a sofa at 12, Grimmauld Place, and Sirius was in another room.It was strange that there were only the two of them in the living room.

"Keep down—" said Harry, glancing nervously at the kitchen, where he thought everyone was doing something.If Hermione drew them out, he'd be overwhelmed with surprise and growls, and bombarded with kindness and persuasion.

"Of course there is no problem!" said Hermione, she accepted Harry's confession that he was in love with Snape without any difficulty, and her focus was not on that. It is not difficult to live to 150 years old without accidental death. Of course, a 20-year-old gap is nothing. And I remember I told you that fashion is a period of time-50 years ago failed to marry big Witches who are ten-year-old wizards themselves are even ridiculed. Same sex is certainly not a problem."

"But I don't have a book in my hand!" said Harry uneasily, "how else would I have come to ask you—"

"It's not embarrassing, Harry." Hermione said nonchalantly, "Wizards value blood, the same sex just can't give birth to their own children naturally, if they are willing to combine, it's not a big deal. In fact, According to historical records, Merlin and King Arthur also had some inexplicable relationships, and they fell in love with the same sex, which is not worthy of special attention. But why do you like him? I thought you liked Ginny."

"I don't know," said Harry, thinking of Snape's back as he scrubbed and Hermione disappeared.The man always turned his back to him, and all the lines of his body were very sexy.He saw Snape pull his hair back and turn around.

He looked at Snape, knowing he would come.So he actually came over.He stood up and greeted him.A big warm hand clasped the back of his neck, and Snape naturally lowered his head, sucking his lips.He opened his mouth obediently, and his tongue slipped in.

Harry choked and woke up suddenly.His mouth was full of saliva and he had to swallow it.He looked up in bewilderment and pain, and Snape opened his eyes, looking at him.There was no cloudiness in those eyes this time, they were clear and cold, and Harry saw the stubble protruding from his chin.

He slept extremely restlessly that night, and it was even difficult to confirm whether the waking up now was a dream or reality.He put his arms around Snape's waist and huddled under the covers, remembering Hermione's words, the interrupted kiss, half asleep, waiting for Snape's anger or action - throwing him straight to the ground.But after a long time, Snape didn't move.Harry wondered vaguely if what he was seeing was a hallucination, if Snape wasn't actually awake.He pressed his face against his solid chest and fell into a deep dream again.

The smell of soap and lingering medicine surrounded him.He is no longer at the foot of the bed.Snape was wearing a black shirt with one button undone at the neck.He stared at the line of Snape's neck and Adam's apple.Just looking at it, the protrusion on his chest stood up by itself, rubbing against the clothes, making it very uncomfortable.There was a very strong hand around his waist, and the Potions Master kissed him deeply with the patience of brewing the most complex potion. This kiss did not relieve in silence, but was eager, fierce, and longing.As if hit in the heart by a ray of light, a blinding white light flashed before Harry's eyes like an explosion.His lower abdomen erupted violently, and the hand that bound his waist pulled him towards him. The two of them were close together, their bodies were grinding, and the mucous membranes of their mouths were sticking together, sending out sounds like hard silver knives and juicy sleepy beans. The sound of squeezing.Moaning|groaning, wanting more, he reached out and tore at Snape's clothes, begging between kisses, "Severus—"

He immediately got an answer from the potions master.The voice was low, silky, and full of sullen oppression: "Potter, if you keep hitting that thing on my leg, I'll make it never stand up—"

Harry opened his eyes, the rumpled skirts in front of him.The man who showed his strong love and desire was not on top of him, and his hot, hard part was not rubbing against him.But the familiar warmth and medicinal fragrance are still there.He blinked slowly, thinking about where the man who had just been seeking him with the magma-like heat hidden inside a mountain had gone.

Ten seconds later, Harry came back to his senses and looked up at Snape.He rested his pillow on Snape's chest, and put one hand into the hem of his clothes to hug the man tightly, touching his body directly.He didn't dare to think about what that hand did to Snape just now—fortunately, it was still attached to him, and Snape didn't chop it off for the time being.One of his legs was between Snape's.Snape, on the other hand, turned his back to the ceiling, expressionless.

"Huh? Severus—?" Harry murmured, dragging to show that he was still awake, and still hadn't left Snape's body.He sensed the man's increased endurance and decided decisively to take advantage of it.But this time Snape didn't give him a chance, he pushed Harry aside calmly and unquestioningly, and sat up.

Harry noticed an unusual stiffness in his movements.He figured maybe Snape wanted to beat him up.But the most notable feature of this man is stubbornness—stubbornness and self-control, and at the same time, he has a strict bottom line.For example he never actually hits or curses his students, although sometimes he looks like he really wants to.

"Sorry, I fell asleep." He rubbed his eyes and sat up, pretending not to be awake, "It can't be my fault...it's always like this in the morning."

"I don't care if you have a werewolf or a Veela in your sex dreams," said Snape dryly. "Get up and get dressed, it's almost dawn. We have to leave as soon as possible after dinner."

The author has something to say: You are the best persuasive reason for me.Maybe my excitement is relatively clear, laugh.

Tomorrow will start to suffer again, I will give you a booster chapter.Go forward bravely with Xiaoha.laugh.