Bride of the HP Dragon

Harry sat back in an armchair, sipping his hot milk tea.He tried to ignore the fact that his head was slowly being crushed like a club in a mortar.

"Sugar?" Snape asked, barely restraining his exasperation, when what he really wanted to say was, "Why are you still here?"

"Thank you, no need." Harry responded vaguely. After the three-hour-long Occlumency exam administered by Snape, the conversation was painful, even drinking tea was painful.

He set his mug on top of a stack of books, looking older than Dumbledore, thinking about the weekend ahead.

Unfortunately, thinking is also painful.

But Harry wasn't going to tell Snape, because it would only give Snape a lot of opportunities to humiliate himself.

It was their last lesson of the year, and Snape walked Harry through at his pace, always following through on the crash course Dumbledore had demanded.Snape's contribution to this exercise was to provide a vicious smirk and an annoying tut every time Harry lost focus and made a mistake.

Mistakes don't happen very often, however, thanks to the magic of this pairing.All in all, Harry did a great job, and they both know each other for that fact.

Not that Snape was stingy with words of praise, Harry realized that it was enough that the man hadn't humiliated him to death in every class.After three years of practicing in private, they apparently came to an agreement.

Harry would refrain from calling him a "miserable old jerk" or something about "bats" and "the cellar", and Snape would resolutely avoid mentioning James Potter.Even with Snape's humiliation as the calculation method, the current score between the two is 3 to 18.Harry smiled at the thought, even if it was childish and trivial.

"Before you start next time, I suggest you take a dose of headache potion, I believe you will listen to it." Snape said suddenly.He sat at his desk and made a noise, probably panting.

But Harry's brain can't think that much anymore, his brain is like a bunch of rotten rags twisted tightly: "I don't like to drink headache potions, they distract me." This is Harry's answer, But it was more of a moan than a speech.

Snape dropped the quill: "Potter, the fleas on the back of an old dog in an alley in Calcutta can distract you. That said, your control is much improved tonight compared to last week." .”

Never again, thought Harry.This man won't let the damn thing go.Harry's disobedience to Lupin had been gossiped by the whole school for a day or two after Wednesday's big incident in the Forbidden Forest, but only Snape and Hermione seemed determined to nag Harry about it.

Also, the humiliation index is now 3 to 19, go ahead, Snape.

"The Lupine business has nothing to do with you, Professor. I'd appreciate it if you'd stop bringing it up." That's it, don't say Harry Potter isn't polite.

"Think twice," Snape said, and Harry could feel a monologue coming: "As a teacher of Occlumency, it has a lot to do with me considering that this has a tendency to distract you. I don't care about you." but you have to try to keep your 'poor hurt me' thoughts from leaking out every time you have a little urge to spit at someone. When your mental defenses are weakened, the other party only needs to use half strength You can take advantage of the void with the Soul Fetch."

Unfortunately the old bat was right.That's the problem, isn't it?The truth was that Voldemort had once infiltrated Harry's unoccupied mind with his disgusting, vile, filthy presence, making a slimy tour of it.

It was pure mental rape, and Harry was going to kill that bastard.

He had like 63 other reasons to kill the bastard, and it was a good thing to keep track of them, allowing Harry to keep his interest in the concept of revenge.

Snape, apparently finished grading second year Potions homework, left his desk and began fiddling with his potions bottles in his personal locker.

Snape had a remarkable ability to feel completely ignored without being superficially wronged, while at the same time making it very clear to someone who was spouting how out of place and unwelcome he was.

Harry stubbornly tried to read the old yellowed labels on the jars in the cupboard, but his eyesight was terrible, and his head still hurt so badly that he couldn't think of putting his glasses on.

Castle rumor has it that the Potions Master at Hogwarts brews black-market aphrodisiacs in his spare time as a way to earn some extra money on top of his lackluster teacher salaries.Very convincing, the man barely showed his face, but how could he afford three dozen high-quality black robes of various kinds?

Good robes were expensive, and Draco Malfoy, the intolerable bastard, would occasionally point Ron at it whenever he got the chance.

The thought of Severus Snape toiling away, meticulously brewing an aphrodisiac would have at least provoked a laugh and a slap on the thigh.

"Make up with Lupine, or remember to put a steel helmet on your head next time the two of you fight."

Harry raised his eyebrows, hoping that Snape hadn't tried to read his mind just now: "Um, does a steel helmet work?"

"Nothing will work on a shaggy head." Snape's voice was almost cracked.

He poured the previously mixed potion into a glass of juice and handed it to Harry without fuss.That flavored juice looked like the conceivably soggy pile of rags they mentioned earlier.

"Drink it, for your head's sake."

Harry gulped down the dark gray liquid, trying to look undisturbed. "What's this?" he asked, unable to suppress the suspicion in his tone.

Snape rolled his eyes. "If I wanted to kill you, you cowardly idiot, I would do it now and without a trace."

Harry nodded and raised the insult index to 3 to 20: "Hermione said the same."

Hermione's mention seemed to make Snape's brow furrow more than usual, as if Harry hadn't mentioned it, and Snape wouldn't have thought of Hermione's insignificant little trouble.

Had it not been for a knock on the door, Harry might have asked Snape a question.Lupine poked his head in, and smiled his usual, friendly smile. "Good evening, Severus, I was wondering if I could have a word with you." He noticed that Harry was sitting in the armchair Li, not at all surprised by his presence: "Hi Harry, how are you doing in class?"

"Yes." Harry laughed dryly. He couldn't understand why he was still angry with Lupine, and he began to think about the fact that this man couldn't possibly be angry.

Even so, it was still a mystery why Harry should have made Lupine angry.

"Okay, get out, Potter," said Snape wearily.

Harry was already starting to feel the effects of the potion, his headache was easing and he felt pleasantly drowsy.And hunger, maybe it's a good idea to take a long detour to the kitchen...

"When will I know the test results?" Harry longed for Snape to give Dumbledore a favorable report that his Occlumency was improving.

Snape cast his gaze down his big nose to Harry: "When I wanted to tell you. Good night, Potter."

"Good night," Harry yelled, his eyelids twitching and stepping on Lupine's foot on the way out, seemingly oblivious to his sleepiness.

Lu Ping waited for a while until the door closed, then walked out of the room and glanced at the dark and deserted corridor.

He took a light breath.

Snape sat on the edge of the desk with his arms folded. "May I ask what you're here for?"

"Harry has his father's Invisibility Cloak, did you know?" Lupine replied cryptically. "Since the kid just finished school, I'm telling you it's not bad."

"Yes, the headmaster only gave me belated, useful information at the beginning of the school year, as if to be a proponent of the absurd statute of limitations, allowing a student to be punished long after he confessed to making a mistake. Of course I have such a It feels like randomly throwing fluorescent lights in the dark to make myself less lonely."

This was supposed to be a joke, but it was from Snape's mouth.Lupine's hazel eyes narrowed in a smile, and he sat down in the chair Harry had previously occupied. "Are you serious?"

Snape stared at him: "Your two sentences are finished. Lupine, what else can I do for you?"

"Aren't you tired of being this damn difficult all the time?"

"Not tiring at all," Snape said in a smooth voice, "not as tiresome as ever kind, I'm sure you'd agree."

Lupine wasn't offended, like Harry, who was used to Snape's stinging way of speaking: "Maybe a sip or two of the best cognac you keep hidden in the back of your desk will ease your... ah ,trouble."

Snape sullenly retrieved the brandy, poured what little was left of the carafe into two crystal glasses, which he handed to Lupine, as he had done to Harry.

The Defense Against the Dark Arts professor let out a sigh of relief: "I'm here for Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger."

He leaned back in his chair, then looked at Snape almost sharply: "I think you know exactly what I'm talking about."

Snape's lips tightened, so Lupine was sure.Adding Lucius, Borgin and the tattoo artist, there are now seven people who know this great secret.

"It's FidaMia, they cast the spell on the night of the seventh grade graduation party."

"My God," cried Lupine, spilling brandy on his trousers, "they've done such a stupid thing!"

"The spell is not entirely irreversible," Snape added.

"Really? FidaMia is known for its staying power..."

"There is a way, but it's not very flattering. They went to see Lucius over the weekend."

Lupine's head jerked up. "Are you kidding? Hermione would be happy to meet Lucius Malfoy at his house?"

Snape ignored the question, which was obviously overly emotional: "The house now belongs to Draco more than to his father. Lucius suggested that they seek the help of Borgin."

"Boggin! My God! Oh, things are getting better and better." Lupine sighed, and sank back into his chair.

The two sipped brandy in an emotional silence for the rest of the time: "I believe you're watching them," Lupine finally asked.

"Yes."

"Does the principal know?"

"I have no reason to doubt that he knows this now."

Lupine fumbled a finger around the rim of his glass. "I guess it's better to pretend he doesn't know. He's been abroad for the past few weeks."

Snape snorted: "This is just a conservative guess, Fox misses him very much."

"That's the last thing Hermione needs to worry about right now," Lupine commented.

"I assure you that the latest developments are not ideal for my misguided godson either. Especially considering Arthur Weasley's stupidity of trying to make the kid a spy." Snape sneered.

Lupine shook his graying head: "I really don't know what's going on with Arthur lately."

Snape mocked, "Allow me to give you some inspiration, that's called power."

"Yes, but we're talking about Arthur Weasley, and I'm inclined to think that these recent tactics are the result of bad advisers, not bad ministers."

"All the same, the parasite is the final link in these bad ideas."

When the two began to reflect on the hardships and hardships in magical politics, there was another long silence.

This time, it was Snape who broke the silence.

"Lupine, how do you know?"

"Know our mismatched lovebirds?" Lupine rolled his eyes.It was odd for him to do it, but Snape had known Lupine for a long time: "Except for the fact that these two have been staring at each other since last year?"

"Except for this, yes."

"I can smell magic on them, Severus," Lupine said plainly. "It sounds unbelievable, but it's true. I remember being in the conservatory with a large group of students on that hot summer afternoon. When There was evidence of a powerful, ancient magic as they wrestled together."

"Scrawl" might not be the best word, Lupine cleared his throat, looking slightly amused by the thought.He took another thoughtful sip from his glass, his expression well read as eager to resign himself to fate.

"Hermione and Draco, huh?" Lupine shook his head, as if he was trying to shake the epiphany out of his head and find some logic: "There's no denying that they're an interesting couple, bickering all the time." , but really interesting."

"They are a very dangerous couple," the Potions Master corrected.

"Who is it dangerous to?"

Snape thought the wise man was asking a stupid question: "To themselves, to those around them who were each loyal to their mission. To Potter, he relied on Gryffindor know-it-all more than he admitted. To You-Know-Who, he Maybe there will be a little interest in this unlikely combination of ancient pureblood and young elite."

"But Hermione is a Muggle," said Lupine, "of course he wouldn't approve."

"Their offspring will be of mixed blood," Snape speculated exhaustively, "like Voldemort. If he thinks he has complete control over Draco, Miss Granger may not be in his long-term plans for her new family." A factor."

"I'm going to add 'destined young lover' to the hundred reasons why I want to snap the neck of a filthy old bastard." Lupine announced in an un-Lupin way, Harry if Will definitely stay here.

Lupine tilted his head back and downed the rest of his brandy, then handed the empty glass to Snape: "Thanks for the nightcap."

"Nobody's going to keep score for this," Snape said, a little distant.

Lupine smiled before closing the door behind him: "Oh, you'll be surprised."