Trouble with hp love at first sight

A.16

"Well."

When Harry opened his eyes, he groaned subconsciously, whether it was the swollen lips, the dry and burning throat, or the whole body seemed to be loose and painful, as if he had been beaten for three days and three nights. Quidditch.

This situation couldn't be more familiar. He opened his eyes and saw a strange bedroom with a black four-poster bed and thick black curtains. The furniture was either black or dark green. It was already summer but it was unbearable. Trembling, as if entering the cold winter at a glance.

If it wasn't for his clear memory that he wasn't back in 1980, he was still in his time and space, and his friends were struggling with NWETs in September, and he almost really fell into the hallucinations brought by the potion- — that's not Severus.

It was just a handed drink, why did it turn into him having sex with Snape?

Harry clenched his fists, but only slightly, all the muscles in his body screaming that he was overworked, reminding him that it was not suitable for any movement - he should lie down!

Is there nothing he can do?Harry pursed his lips. He could feel the refreshment of his body, and his whole body was full of laziness after satiation, even the place that had been severely used was greeted with a coolness.

He was washed and drugged.Can't believe that's what Snape would have done, did the old bastard suddenly have a conscience afterward?

Harry's mind turned into a cauldron of porcupine quills splattered with green juice in Potions class. Reason told him to stop writing such useless stuff, but he couldn't help it—once If he didn't think about it, he'd recall betraying his Severus and having sex with other men.

he is already married!

Harry looked down at his ring finger. The magic made his ring disappear so that no one could see it, but the magic didn't erase the existence of the ring, and it didn't make his marriage disappear.

"What have I done?" He blinked his dry eyes, the excessive lack of water made him unable to even squeeze out a single tear, even his eyes were red with the emotion of being full, so full of love The rippling look.

Fortunately, Harry couldn't see his face, nor could he see that his lips were swollen from being bitten. The red bite marks stretched from his neck all the way under his clothes. If he peeled off his pajamas, those irrecoverable marks would be Will tell everyone who sees them that Harry Potter has been branded from head to toe, inside and out, that he belongs to a man, and is the former Potions Professor he hates the most.

Harry stroked his belly uneasily, he shouldn't have done this, he shouldn't have drank that drink, he shouldn't have trusted his so-called fellow housemate, he shouldn't have submitted to the effects of the potion, he'd lost his mind was taken away by Snape.

He didn't go back to the future to dedicate himself to Snape as his mother's double.If he could have predicted this - and the reality is that it all happened, he didn't predict the bloodline.

Just as Harry was remorseful for his recklessness and gullibility, and berating Snape, an elf wearing a Slytherin tea towel popped into the cellar bedroom, bringing a delicious dinner , The whole bedroom smelled of rich, creamy and sweet corn chowder, which made Harry's stomach growl.

"Mr. Potter, Gray brought you a meal." The house elf named Gray used the magic of the elf to float the rich meal to Harry's eyes, and added a scarf to his back. The soft and fitting pillows made Harry sit up comfortably while enjoying his meal.

Even though the smell of food was tempting his taste buds, Harry threw off the covers and got out of bed resolutely, and the moment his legs went limp as he got out of bed made him stagger and almost kneel on the ground.

"Please stay on the bed, your current state is not suitable for getting out of bed." The elf said, using magic to levitate Harry, stuffing him back into the quilt, leaning against the soft pillow, stuffing a spoon in his hand , facing the plate of fragrant corn chowder, besides the soup, there is also his most hated broccoli salad, and a pan-fried salmon steak.

"Oh, Merlin! Where's Snape now?" Harry dropped the spoon, scratching at his hair irritably.

He can't even handle a house-elf!

"Mr. Principal said that Mr. Potter will come back when he finishes his meal," said the elf, staring at Harry with those lemon-sized eyes, looking him up and down carefully, as if Feeling that the defense was not enough, it added another magic to fix Harry on the bed, then bent down contentedly.

"If there is no other order, Gray should go." It disappeared with a snap.

Slytherin house-elves are as badass as their headmaster!

Harry clenched the spoon in his hand tightly. Enticed by the enticing aroma of the corn soup, he couldn't throw away the spoon, and bowed his head in surrender to drink the soup obediently.

He can give up on himself and push his already troubled life into a deeper quagmire, but he can't ignore his children.

Besides, that was Severus' child, the one he loved the most, the only thing he missed.

It made no sense that he should make his most precious treasure suffer in order to defy Snape.

Yet Snape didn't show up until he had finished his belated meal.He patted his stomach, couldn't help yawning, and his eyelids began to twitch up and down.

Maybe he could take a nap first, recover his energy before escaping—wait, where's his wand?

"Harry Potter's wand is coming." Harry muttered the Coming Charm. He waited for a long time but couldn't wait for his wand to return to his hand. Drowsiness took hold of his head and he had to lie down. Cover with a quilt.

Maybe when he woke up, Snape didn't come back.Then he can slip back.A whimsical idea popped into Harry's head in a daze.

In the silence, the bedroom door was pushed open.

Snape faced the darkness and walked towards the familiar four-poster bed. On his big black bed lay a fiery figure.

As he had expected, Potter ate the meal he had prepared, and he stayed.

Snape pursed his lips, and he took off his coat and casually hung it on the coat rack.

At his suggestion, Hogwarts had spread the word that Potter, who had been absent for almost a whole school year, received extra pre-exam tutoring—he, the current headmaster, personally helped Harry Potter with tutoring.

Maybe some people will reminisce about the past grievances between them, but everyone knows that Harry Potter saved the life of the former Potions professor he hated the most.So following this rumor came more envy and jealousy for Harry being able to get the unique tutoring from the principal, after all, there is not much time left before NEWTs.This is the only one, one-on-one tutoring!Compared with going to the library to occupy a seat before dawn every day, the key knowledge can only be mastered by yourself. Who wouldn't be jealous of Harry's good luck?

So no one felt that Harry Potter was being physically threatened. Even Minerva, who loved the students the most, just hoped that Snape would not be so strict and treat Harry better.

Of course he would be merciful to Potter - as long as Potter would just enjoy his confinement feast.

Snape's hand touched Harry's warm cheek, the sudden coldness made Harry wrinkle his face uncomfortably, and he made a muffled sound, then opened his eyes, staring at him in horror in the darkness silhouette.

Snape used the Light Up Charm, and the room brightened up immediately.

"Snape!" Harry glared at the culprit who made him unable to leave the cellar.

How like a milk cat pretending to show its teeth and claws.Snape's eyes moved away from the messy hair that was getting more and more itchy and wanted to be rubbed, then the red and full lips, the ambiguous mark on the neck, and returned to the pair of bright as if lit Flame green eyes.

This is his Daniel.

Pretending to be a victim, trying to force him to compromise—no, Potter's punishment has just begun.

"You're so energetic. You must have had enough rest, so start your confinement as soon as possible, Potter." Snape sneered, throwing Harry's schoolbag on him.

"Ah, correction, it's your NEWTs tutoring, there is a fixed amount of completion every day, starting from today, if you can't finish it, it will be doubled the next day." He watched Harry's face turn pale with joy.

See, he has countless ways to make this runner Potter stay.Potter, who was scratching his head for schoolwork, was very motivated just by imagining this scene, to cooperate with the damned long-acting hair Q potion that made Potter fall for it.

The author has something to say:

Not enough vacation balance.

Congratulations to Harry for getting the one-on-one tutoring from the professor. If he fails to complete the tutoring task, he will be X, and if he completes the tutoring task, he will be X as well.What a happy day of confinement.