[HP]Two Snape

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Lantern Party!

Just purple...

"How is it possible!" Draco widened his eyes, "How could I like Potter, I obviously like..."

Suddenly, Draco stopped, the sound of his heart beating against his eardrum, who was the name that he almost blurted out just now?The answer made him unbelievable.

Draco closed his eyes, opened them again, closed them, opened them again, he...he must have not recovered from his injuries.

"I, I'm going to rest." Draco changed the subject abruptly.

Snape raised an eyebrow, though, Draco was hiding something, but, well, he wasn't eager to know what the kid was hiding.

"Good night." Snape exited the room.

"Boom." The door closed automatically.

……

Draco:!

Snape:!

Draco/Snape: This isn't/is my room!

Inside and outside the room, both of them struggled for a while.

Snape shook his head, forget it, he'd better go research potions.

Draco slipped under the covers silently.

Oh, it's all the taste of the godfather.

Draco's face was slightly hot, and he unconsciously rubbed against the quilt a few times, wrapping the quilt tightly.

Snape had been busy all night in the potions laboratory. In order not to let a certain platinum peacock explode after seeing the scars on his body, Snape boiled several doses of scar remover, as well as nutritional supplements and blood tonics.

He also didn't want to see anything on the list for Draco.

It is also time to prepare the glory potion for the platinum old peacock. After Dumbledore leaves, Azkaban will definitely not be able to stay any longer. Time is running out. Once Dumbledore leaves, the battlefield will be taken over by them.

A creature like Malfoy is not suitable for being disheartened.

However, what Snape didn't expect was that the dark lord who had lost his mind was now so violent that he would directly cast the Cruciatus Curse if he didn't go his way.

Therefore, he is doomed to fail.

Snape gritted his teeth and remained silent under Mad Bella's barbed whip.

Caning, Cruciatus, Snape's little physical strength and magical power could only support him back to the office door in the cellar, and passed out.

It was curfew by this time.

After Draco came out of the Room of Requirement, he prayed for Snape to come back soon, but he didn't want to. When he entered the cellar, he smelled a strong smell of blood in the air.

Draco was taken aback, Merlin's balls!

Draco stabilized his mind, used the Levitation Charm to move Snape in first, and then cleaned up the scattered blood stains along the way.

Snape had fallen into a coma, and Draco knew that the only person who could hurt Snape like this was that.

Very obvious black magic damage, how to get to the medical wing or even Saint-Germont?

Draco could only look to Snape's private potion vault for now.

Draco could smell some specific ingredients in potions, the color of auxiliary potions, and he could still distinguish some common potions.

Draco shook the potion in his hand, hesitating for a while. The red stem grass in the ingredients has the effect of nourishing blood, it should not be poison, and the moonlight grass is used to heal wounds...

Why is there no potion about black magic damage in Hogwarts Potions textbook!Draco wailed, everything can only be based on his unreliable impression, but he has the life of his godfather in his hands.

Draco tried hard to recall those private tutoring lessons that Snape gave him. Draco only remembered that there seemed to be some taboos in the usage of Moonlight Grass, but the more he thought about it, the more his mind went blank.

Well, he forgot.

Who made Snape spend the whole of last year teaching Scarhead extra lessons?Draco was a little jealous.

He actually spent all his time on that scar head!

Draco was upset.

With some rough movements, he put these potions that should (cough!) useful, probably (hey) safe in his arms, walked to the bedside, supported Snape's head with one hand, and pinched the long neck of the medicine bottle with the other, ready to Give it to your godfather.

However, Snape's vigilance was too strong, his lips were tightly closed, and he couldn't pour it in at all.

The harder Draco tried, the tighter Snape's mouth was squeezed. Draco climbed onto the bed angrily, sat on Snape's stomach, and used two hands together, pinching Snape's cheek with one hand and Snape's big nose with the other, but still In vain, Snape would rather suffocate than open his mouth.

Draco let go in frustration, what to do?

Draco looked at Snape's lips that were so tight that they were white with a headache, and suddenly, his face burned, and Draco remembered the Muggle romance novels he had read.

Oh, he was just trying to save the Godfather.

There is absolutely no idea of ​​​​taking advantage of it!

Draco took a deep breath, looked around uncomfortably, and then, finally making up his mind, took a mouthful of the healing potion, leaned down, and licked Snape's chapped lips.

From the corner of the lips to the center, put the tongue/head in little by little.

Snape could only feel the warmth on his chapped lips. The high fever caused by the injury made him a little delirious, but more, it was the discomfort and thirst caused by the high temperature.

Snape subconsciously opened his mouth to absorb the wetness, and Draco took the opportunity to feed the medicine in, and Draco took advantage of the opportunity to lift Snape up a little, letting him lean against the head of the bed so that Snape would not choke on himself.

Draco hadn't finished feeding a bottle of healing potion, so he couldn't help but sigh at the effect of the potion made by his father. He really deserves to be the youngest potion master. The wound on Snape's body healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, leaving Black and purple marks from black magic damage healing, but it's not a big problem, Snape can naturally solve these minor problems when he wakes up.

Draco took the blood tonic on the side and continued.

But, feeding and feeding, Draco felt a little hot under his body, and his breathing was a little heavy.

There seemed to be something under the ass/buttocks, Draco didn't think much about it, and went to feel it to see what it was.

Ok……

Draco thought for a while, then suddenly realized that the seat he was sitting in was...

Before he could retract his hand, the next moment, he felt a whirlwind, and Draco's perspective suddenly changed to looking up at the ceiling.

Draco scrambled subconsciously, but met Snape's red, unconscious eyes.

Draco's chin was pinched frivolously, his lips were rubbed by callused thumbs, Draco's face blushed violently, Snape's hands were still a little cold, but they touched Draco's hot earlobe But it was indescribably comfortable.

"Teach... Godfather?" Draco hesitated, but Snape was in a daze, the scene in front of him was a little blurry, and his whole body was hot and uncomfortable.

Because of the injury, the hot breath irritated/irritated the nasal cavity slightly, and Snape, who was not very conscious, was forced to wake up under the stimulation of the drug, and his brain was in chaos.

However, as soon as he woke up, he saw a person/riding/sitting/on his body, holding the man's fragility/weakness in one hand, and subconsciously regarded the person in front of him as a prostitute rewarded by the Dark Lord.

At the Death Eaters' carnival, there was never a shortage of beautiful boys and girls. Snape thought he was still dealing with the Dark Lord, but now, he was rewarded by the Dark Lord.

The memory was a bit confused, Snape temporarily couldn't remember the punishment he just got, maybe it was because there were no major wounds on his body?

The chaotic memory line was tied to a week ago.

The Dark Lord rewarded him with a boy with fair complexion and dazzling blond hair, who looked a bit like Draco, but without Draco's transparent gray-blue eyes.

The Dark Lord didn't know where he got the news from, and he doubted what he thought about Draco several times, hinting or even expressing that as long as he can successfully kill Dumbledore, he can satisfy any of his demands, including, Give him the successor of the Malfoy family, the next head of the family.

Snape didn't bother to explain, and didn't know how to explain, so the Dark Lord's recent rewards all looked very much like Draco.

But that blond hair was either dyed rough, or the color was not so pure.

Snape was very satisfied with the soft golden hair that appeared in his sight, whether it was the feel or the color, er, although he didn't know why he was satisfied that this person was similar to Draco... maybe, just because... no Shoddy?

Snape enjoyed the delicate touch of the skin under his hand, only felt that the heat was converging there, and he didn't have much patience, grabbing Draco's coat was like a wand torn apart.

Before Draco had time to mourn for his new season, the next moment, through the fine silk white shirt...

Inopportunely, Draco suddenly remembered the sentence that Snape said to him when he was a child, the mixture of redstem grass and moonglow grass is a common yield booster on farms and pastures.

Production booster!

Production booster!

increase!Produce!potion!

As pure as Draco when he was a child, how could he know how to increase the production of small animals in the farm and ranch! !

Draco was about to cry.

How did he remember it now?

"Turn over." Snape's voice was low and hoarse, drawing Draco's attention back, Snape put one arm around Draco's waist, and squeezed Draco's ass/ass with the other hand, sighing secretly The second time feels good, but it is too green and not very good at cooperating.

Seeing that Draco hadn't responded yet, Snape called Draco over impatiently, and punitively spanked Draco's ass/ass twice.

"crack, clap"

The voice is crisp and ambiguous.

Draco gasped for breath!

Snape twitched his lips and snapped his fingers, and all the lights in the room went out.

..............................................................................

When it's over, eat and wipe away.

The two looked at each other.

Snape smiled and whispered:

"One more time, baby."