[HP] Subversion - Destined

Chapter 62 Destined

"The Quidditch World Cup has rarely been held in England for decades! You must not miss Harry..."

"No!" Snape refused loudly almost at the same time.

"What did you say?!" Sirius glared at him angrily.

"Have your ears been used as snacks after your brains were sucked by dementors? Stupid dog, I say no, I don't agree with Potter going to the bloody Quidditch World Cup!" Snape said firmly.

"When will it be your turn to make decisions about Harry, Snape!" If Lupine hadn't pulled him, Sirius would have rushed to pinch him.

"Sure enough, a fool who has degenerated to the animal stage will never be able to understand what it means to stay away from chaos." Snape laughed at Sirius, but stared at me closely, as if wanting to make sure that I would not sneak away.

"Snape, you don't need to worry so much. Sirius and I will keep an eye on Harry and nothing will go wrong." Lupine tried to persuade him.

"Hmph, if you can do it, he shouldn't be here to take up my space!" Snape turned and walked into the room, "I will never agree, you can figure it out." He said "Bang" The door closed with a bang to cut off my pitiful eyes.

"Cut! Who cares if he agrees or not? Harry, ignore him, I'll pick you up then!" Sirius rolled his eyes disapprovingly, and patted me, who looked very depressed, "You won't listen to him Yes, right Harry?"

I forced a smile: "Let's talk about it when the time comes." Sure enough, I knew this would be the result, so I never dared to mention the World Cup to him... Snape's decision is really hard to change, especially when he thinks it will It's dangerous, do you really want me to sneak away?Ha, then I can't bear the anger of the Snake King...

In the next few days, I couldn't find a chance to talk to Snape. He refused to talk about anything related to Quidditch. Short, I have always insisted on waiting for him to come back before resting. Even in the middle of the night, I would stubbornly wait for my good night kiss. I often fell asleep on the sofa and found myself lying back on the bed the next day.

I couldn't even see the ring that Snape had cast a spell on. He didn't change his attitude. Instead, he didn't give me a good face because of the World Cup. , I can only keep touching the ring to prove that it really exists.In addition, Dumbledore continued to trace Voldemort's past until the end, and this anxiety reminded me of the dream in the bathroom that night again.

I and Voldemort have a mental connection because of the soul piece in my head. When he is emotional, I can see some fragments through the perspective of the main soul or the soul piece.If the dream that day really happened, does it mean that Snape has returned to Voldemort instead of Peter?Means he can't escape being a double agent...Damn it!So he's been out so much lately because of Voldemort?

The uneasiness accumulated over time finally broke out in another dream. I dreamed that Voldemort and his servants were in Gaunt's old house, and Bella replaced Peter Pettigrew, who was supposed to appear...I suddenly found that even though so many changes, The future is still stubbornly moving forward according to its trajectory. Everything seems to be predestined. Even if I have learned Occlumency and even have augmented props, it can’t stop the connection between me and Voldemort, and it can’t stop Dumbledore from being cursed , it was even inevitable that Snape would go on his espionage mission again... No!Why?Is everything irreparable? !Then what is the meaning of my existence... What should I do... How to do...

It was like a hot iron was imprinted on my forehead, and the pain from the scar made me breathless. My limbs were cold, my robe was drenched in cold sweat, and my thoughts were confused.I got up and walked into the living room in a daze, and found a glass of water on the table. I didn't even think about picking it up and downing it in one gulp. "Cough...cough cough..." The spicy liquid made me cough non-stop. What does it taste like? !But then I felt something warm from my stomach to my limbs, and my headache suddenly eased a lot, as if I saw some treasure, I widened my eyes: "Dobby!"

"Crack" Dobby immediately appeared in front of me: "What are Harry Potter's orders?"

"Bring me the water in the glass just now." I shook the goblet at it.

"Mr. Snape didn't say you could drink it for Harry Potter." Dobby stared at eyes much bigger than mine.

"But he didn't say that I can't drink it, right!" Feeling the headache started to worsen again, I held my forehead and moaned, and then ordered, "So take it out quickly! Come on!"

"Yes!" Dobby appeared again holding a tray after disappearing, "Only one cup..."

"It's okay, you can go." I drank the whole glass of liquid in one breath, and I was mentally prepared. Although my face was flushed from choking, at least a drop was not wasted. All senses were dulled for a few seconds, followed by a rush of heat Immediately, I almost couldn't stand still in front of my eyes. After the headache disappeared, it was replaced by a kind of dizziness and heat. I bumped into the room top-heavy.

"Harry?!" Snape's startled voice woke me up a bit. I saw him half-sitting on the bed and pointing at me with his wand. His loose nightgown exposed most of his strong chest. I looked straight and stumbled up Throwing into his arms, he only had time to retract his wand before I pinned him down on the bed.

"Sev, why did you come into my room?" I stared straight at his naked chest, and the faint fragrance of potions seemed to be the best fuel at this time, making my body even hotter, and the scar on my forehead It also started to hurt hotly.

"Mr. Potter, if you haven't lost your eyes, you should know that this is my room!" Snape pushed me away, sat up and straightened his neckline, his dark eyes were straight Facing my overly explicit gaze, he frowned, "What are you still doing here? Sleepwalking?"

"Sev..." I reached out to hug him, raised my head and eagerly kissed his lips, but because I knocked my teeth too hard, I simply bit on his lips until I tasted the salty liquid.

Snape snorted and turned away from me: "Potter! What are you crazy about?!"

"Hold me." I pressed him back to the bed again in the same posture, continued to nibble on his lips, squeezed my foot between his legs to rub the part that was gradually awakening, and reached into his nightgown to stick it on The skin is cool, and the chaotic brain is a little clearer, which makes the tingling on the forehead gradually clear.

Snape stretched out his hand and pinched my wrist: "That's enough... woo..." As soon as he opened his mouth, my tongue immediately took the opportunity to lick it, licking it indiscriminately without any skill, grabbing the cold taste.But soon, after he reacted, he immediately took the initiative. Unlike my disorderly behavior, he penetrated into my mouth and brushed the sensitive mucous membrane with his tongue over and over again. The deeper and deeper lingering made me almost forget to breathe. .

Immediately afterwards, his hand tightened, and the world spun, and when my eyes returned to focus, he had already rolled over.He easily pressed down on me, who was weak all over, and opened the distance, his deep obsidian eyes stared at my abnormally hot face: "What did you drink?"

The cold distance made me hot again, and the clear pain on my forehead forced me to continue to approach the body that diverted my attention: "It's nothing... It's just a normal urge in puberty..." I muttered in my mouth that the struggle failed, and I was dissatisfied He gave him a serious look: "Are you going to do it or not? If you don't do it, let me go! I will solve it myself!"

Snape raised his eyebrows and freed a hand, waved his wand, and then a bottle of potion appeared in his hand: "You need to wake up, Mr. Potter."

"No!" I looked at the potion in his hand with a little horror, and struggled harder, "Don't be like this, Sev! I'm sober!" Under Snape's obvious distrustful eyes, I bit my lower lip and said aggrievedly. Looking at him, "No, I don't need to wake up... I had a nightmare... I don't want to think about it, don't wake up... Please, Sev!" —Damn Voldemort!Damn soul movie!Fate of hell!I don't want to think about anything, I just want Severus Snape! !As long as he doesn't die, what does it matter to me that all the wizards are dead?The big deal is that I tie him by my side every day!

Snape stared at me closely, his eyes were not as empty as usual when he used Occlumency, and there was a breathtaking brilliance, he didn't insist, his slender hands covered my cheeks, the cool feeling instantly dispelled part of the heat, I I couldn't help moaning comfortably, and tried to bring my face closer.The corners of his lips curled up in a mocking arc, and he leaned down and whispered close to my earlobe: "You are really... a troublesome brat..."

I shrunk my neck sensitively, but involuntarily yearned for the touch of his lips, "Sev..." He leaned closer and exchanged a fiery and lingering kiss with me, and unbuttoned my clothes methodically with both hands, cold fingertips Occasionally touching the hot skin, igniting the source of pleasure, makes my whole body burn.

Without the confinement of his hands, I hurriedly tore at his nightgown, and then put my arms around his neck, impatiently sticking my naked body on it, twisting my body instinctively so that every hot part could Touch those cool.Not enough, I still want more... I raised my legs and wrapped them around his waist, I rubbed against his with my long-awaited desire, Snape let out a low growl from his throat, and he left my lips: " Harry... you are so enthusiastic..."

"Huh...quick..." Feeling that pair of elegant and flexible hands slide down the back at a grinding speed, I pushed his stomach in dissatisfaction, and unexpectedly found that this action made me very comfortable, but when I pushed forward even more Before, Snape had already clasped my waist with one hand, and then something cold squeezed into my back hole, which was quickly melted into liquid by the scorching body temperature, and flowed down the buttocks, irritating my sensitive skin, causing me to Trembling.

I feel that the hoarding desire for heat and the unrelieved headache almost explode my brain. The heat in my body reaches a peak, and I urgently need to find an outlet, but all Snape's actions seem to me so slow , He just put two fingers in, I can't wait to urge: "Hurry up, Sev! I want you! Now! Immediately! Immediately!" He hugged my earlobe soothingly, and continued to twitch his fingers leisurely.

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