[HP] Subversion - Destined

"Now, the great savior can say what is the point of him breaking into the master's room without the master's permission, overhearing the master's conversation, and finally driving away the master's distinguished guests?" Snape raised his eyebrows with his hands crossed. look at me.

I loosened my tie and thought it was too tight so I untied it. Lucius broke out in a cold sweat just now, and I felt very uncomfortable if I didn’t untie the neckline to let the wind blow. "Lucius will come back anytime. Voldemort?" I gazed thoughtfully at the glowing fireplace.

"...clearly aware of the fact that the Dark Lord is about to be resurrected, and now that I've 'returned', do you think he can stay out of it in ignorance? Not to mention after the World Cup."

Uh, that means that seeing the reappearance of the Dark Mark at the World Cup, Lucius had no choice but to return?I said how Lockhart was replaced by Barty Jr. It turned out that it was because of Lucius' intervention. Thinking of the ambiguous relationship between the two, I sighed. If you don't want to enter and like to pretend to be stupid with you, you're not an idiot Lockhart, right?

"Did Lucius really guess that the greatest hobbies of the savior are eavesdropping and peeping? Now that your goal has been achieved, don't stay here in a daze - since you just drove away my guests, your current behavior Aren't you being too arrogant, Mr. Potter?" Snape leisurely poured himself a glass of red wine, gracefully picked up the wine glass with his slender and powerful fingers, took a sip, and casually unbuttoned a few buttons on his neck with the other hand, The adam's apple that rolls up and down due to swallowing is exposed.

Immediately, I felt the secretions in my mouth proliferate, and I almost moved my eyes straight up. "Underage is not allowed to drink alcohol." Snape waved his hand teasingly to take back the wine bottle. The old god was leaning on the closet on the ground, watching me approach step by step, and turned around skillfully to avoid my touch when I reached out my hand.Suddenly he spoke again: "Can you dance, Potter."

"What?" I posted again shamelessly.

"Don't tell me you don't know that tradition, the warrior and his partner must dance." Snape's casual attitude made me get my wish quickly.

"I know. No." Rubbing in his arms contentedly, I answered quite bluntly. A person's temperament can be innate, and even if he doesn't study it deliberately, he can be satisfying, such as walking posture, but some Things can only be learned, such as dancing. I don’t worry about this at all. Anyway, Hogwarts will offer this teaching course in the future. It seems that Professor McGonagall is in charge, right?But... "You want to teach me?" I looked up at him hopefully.

Snape lowered his head, almost touching my lips, and said in a voice that was so smooth that he couldn't lift his strength: "Then let you seduce the little French Veela? You, dream, dream!"

"Pfft..." I almost burst out laughing, I'm definitely jealous this time, right?My arms actively wrapped around his neck, and I forcefully pressed his head lower so that I could kiss him, lick, suck, nibble, sticking out my tongue for a long time, but I couldn't see him relaxing his teeth. With an indifferent face, he widened his eyes and narrowed his eyes: "Sev, I'm not interested in little girls."

"Hmph, that's why she's interested in her sister? Oh, they're both warriors, so they're a good match. It's amazing that the British don't like the French." Snape straightened up to avoid my harassment, and let me hang up On him, "Unfortunately, follow me and you're doomed to the women's step—maybe it would be nice to let that little French veela dance the men's step?"

I can't laugh or cry, Slytherin is so fucking awkward, especially Snape, his mind is so twisted and twisted, he can't get out of the maze! "As long as it's you, I don't mind anything. As long as it's dancing with you, so what if it's a girl's step?" For the problem of women's steps, the big deal is to find a male companion."

"What did you say?!" Snape clamped my chin suddenly, staring straight into my eyes, the pinching force made me very painful, "Hiss... just kidding! Letting go... it hurts!"

"Don't talk nonsense, don't make jokes, Mr. Potter..." Instead of letting go, Snape pulled me up even harder, and I could only stand on tiptoe to relieve the burden on my neck, "You have been studying for so many years Can't you remember that?"

"Sorry sir, you've taught me all these years but never said that." Damn!Is he jealous?It's clearly abuse!

"Twenty points deducted from Gryffindor for contradicting the professor." Snape threw me away expressionlessly, and sat down on the sofa with red wine in his hand.

I rubbed my sore neck, damn it, our height gap is too big... "Are you going to teach me or not?" I went straight to the point, seeing his indifferent appearance, neither ignoring me nor chasing me away Let's go, he is so arrogant, he really is not breaking out in awkwardness, but he is perverted in awkwardness, he is a pervert who explodes almost all the time!

"Why should I teach you? Give me a reason." Snape stared intently at the wine glass in his hand, just like when I handed him the DA address book.I frowned and said that I was arrogant, but I think he is the most arrogant one!As soon as I thought about it, I didn't even want to step forward and snatch his wine glass, and swallowed it in big gulps.

"Minors are not allowed to drink too much, and ten more points will be deducted from Gryffindors." Snape's indifferent sarcasm made me swallow so hard that I almost didn't catch it. I threw away the empty glass and sat astride his legs. Go up, without waiting for him to react, forcefully press down his head, leaning forward with the last sip of wine that he didn't swallow.

However, Snape still clenched his teeth tightly, no matter how gently I tried to seduce him, he just wouldn't open his mouth.However, the difference in height made me have to look up. The wine just overflowed from the corner of my mouth and flowed down my neck. She couldn't stop shaking with heat all over her body. "You're such a waste." I pressed my lips against him and accused him, and he looked directly at me with eyes that were close at hand, with deep and addictive eyes.

A hand climbed onto my shoulder, wiped off the wine that had slid off my shoulder blades, and then held my shoulder to put distance between us. "This relationship is dangerous, Potter." Snape had little me in his eyes.

"It's Harry, Sev." I twisted my hips to bring my lower body closer to him, tilted my head and licked his hand controlling my shoulder, but my eyes never left his eyes provocatively, the instant burning flame proved that It wasn't wishful thinking on my part, the hand that was supposed to pull me away changed direction and brought me into his arms, I excitedly waited for his next enthusiastic response, it turns out that he is not as good as his character in some aspects Awkward and sullen, but he just pressed a kiss on the corner of my lips.

"Not only the relationship, but also your actions, your thoughts... are too dangerous..." A hand grabbed my restless buttocks, but our bodies didn't separate, just clinging to each other, hot on hot , even with a small friction, I couldn't restrain my moan, the soft kiss seemed to lick down from the corner of my lips along the wine stain like a feather, "You know what I mean, Potter."

"Voldemort?" I gasped and pressed as close as I could to the place where he rubbed as much as I could, reaching out impatiently to pull on the trousers that were in the way, "Damn him!"

"You're always so self-righteous, arrogant, and reckless." Snape pressed my hand, his lips returned to the corner of my mouth, his tone was less cold and gloomy than usual, as if he was just stating a fact.

I habitually contradicted him: "Since it's too dangerous, you may die at any time, why don't you cherish everything you have now? Why think so much, as long as you once had it, it's enough." I twisted and moaned impatiently.

Snape looked straight at me: "Oh, Gryffindor." I clearly saw him smiling, not mocking, not evil, not stiff, just smiling.At the moment when I was stupefied, he leaned into my ear and whispered, "But I'm a Slytherin, Harry." He sighed long, almost instinctively, I pulled him even harder, and for a split second I felt that he would will leave me...

Then, as if to respond to my anxiety, Snape's fierce kiss was long overdue, bewitching me into the abyss...

As if back in the day, I was desperate to reveal his identity and open his wounds, just to make him realize that it wasn't Potter standing in front of him but Harry.

It seems to go back to that day, when I blocked his mouth with my lips for the first time, the long-awaited intoxication, although the taste of blood was left in the end.

As if going back to that day, I saw him change the patron saint for me, and I confessed to him for the first time, in exchange for brutal and suffocating madness, was it despair?Is it confession?Is it hatred?And the last tenderness, the forbidden pleasure, the sudden cloud and rain, he said, you will regret it...

As if back in the day when Bella's Cruciatus and my own connection to Voldemort nearly broke me, I longed for him, begged for him, fawned over him, the pain, the feeling of being torn and filled was far away. Not as good as happiness and joy, some things have never been said...

It seems to go back to that day, when he said happy birthday to me, he put on a ring for me, the obsidian ring on the middle finger of his left hand, and the breathless deep kiss...

As if going back to that day, he said, Slytherin would never give up what should belong to him...

As the kiss gradually deepened, the flame in the lower abdomen became more and more intense, and the mind was filled with dizzying memories, and finally there were only fragments of limbs intertwined and desire pouring out, two hard parts squeezed , bumping, caressing every inch of flesh, panting, moaning endlessly, swelling, being swallowed into the abyss of desire...

"Ah..." A suppressed moan came out of the hoarse throat, and the orgasm hit the body violently, and I almost suffocated in his arms, warm, safe, and velvet texture.

"Harry, do you love me?"

"Yes, I love you."

"...Obliviate. (Obliviate)"

I opened my eyes and looked at the familiar red curtains, the familiar bed under me, and I could hear Ron's familiar snoring.However, I opened my eyes wide in a daze, as if something familiar became strange...