[HP] Blast! Word Small Universe

"A little change, do you like it?" Jane hugged him from behind, her face pressed against his back, and whispered softly: "I wanted to change the sofa, but I'm afraid you don't like it, So I can't fix it a little bit. But I have to say, your eyesight is really bad, and this sofa is really ugly, but it's quite comfortable to sleep on."

Snape turned around, watching the girl standing in front of him barely touch his chest.There was a faint smile on her face, but it filled all his thoughts at once, and Snape lowered his head and kissed her forehead: "I don't give you the right to beak my furniture—but , they are really old."

Jane grabbed his shoulders, tiptoed to catch up with his lips that were about to leave, and kissed the slight heat on his lips.

Snape wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

The lingering kisses were exchanged between the two, until the breath of the two of them was not stable, and Jane reluctantly let go of his lips: "I bought the lily that I like, and it is in the restaurant. I miss you when you eat Maybe want to see it to put you in a better mood."

Snape froze for a moment, and the warmth and tenderness in his heart disappeared all of a sudden.He felt that he was being slapped in the face like a ridiculous fool, and it awakened his mind that had been lost because of love.He felt that the blood in his whole body was freezing, and looking at Jane's smiling face, he thought it might be a kind of sin.This kind of crime is the infidelity to Lily, the injustice to Jane - he once swore to dedicate the rest of his life to his past mistakes.But now, he is greedy for the tenderness of an unexpected woman.

He felt so despicable and shameless.

She suddenly found that not only was she unable to match Jane in terms of identity, but also emotionally he was not worthy of her enthusiasm—this girl would never know that the man in her arms was dying for the death of another woman... pain, remorse.

Snape, controlling the sadness, regret, and disgust that was about to overflow in him, reached out and pushed Jane away.His expression looked extremely flustered, and his face turned pale: "I'm going out for a while."

Saying that, Snape left without looking back.

Jane still doesn't know where he went, or even why he left so suddenly.She just felt like she was running around Snape like a headless chicken, trying to curry favor with him, but in vain.

Turning her head, Jane looked disappointedly at the white lilies blooming in the dining room.There was still the steak she had just fried on the table, and she planned to have dinner with him when he came back.

After Snape left, it was already a week before he came back.The lily in the restaurant has withered, and Jane replaced it with her favorite bellflower.When she was buying flowers in a flower shop, she saw pink and white bellflowers at first sight.At first, it was just because Snape liked Lily, she gave up Kikyo, but now that Snape is not at home, she thinks it would be better to switch to Kikyo.And the scent of lily is too strong, she doesn't like it very much.

"Sir, I thought you had forgotten your way home!" Jane stood there angrily as if facing a wife who hadn't come home all night, watching Snape open the door and come in.

Snape glanced at Jane, turned his head, and felt a troubled emotion churning in his chest: "If you are clear enough and clear enough, Gene, I did not allow you to live here all the time, let alone Said to cross-examine me when I will go home!"

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Snape began to regret it.

Jane froze for a moment, she obviously didn't expect Snape to say that, the expression on her face froze for a moment, then she tried her best to ignore the inexplicable grievance in her heart, and snorted coldly: "Why can't I interrogate you?" When will you go home! If you don't tell me, I want to know. Where have you been these few days?"

Snape wanted to tell her that he had actually been staying with Lucius for the past few days. Firstly, it was convenient for him to understand the situation, secondly, it was convenient for Voldemort to call at any time, and more importantly, he did not need to face the condemnation in his heart. .But he felt as if his throat was blocked with a wooden stake. Although she responded to Jane's question in his heart, he couldn't say a word.

Jane didn't seem to want to push the relationship between the two to a freezing point because of this question. She turned around and walked towards the kitchen: "I didn't prepare your dinner. I didn't expect you to choose this time to come back."

Faced with Jane's backsliding, Snape felt that he finally had a moment of respite.But what followed in his heart was more intense self-blame and guilt, and he controlled his emotions not to let himself show any clues.

When he came to the restaurant, he saw a large bouquet of bellflowers.

The window of the restaurant was open, and the dim halo of the street lamps outside could be seen.The bunch of bellflowers was quietly inserted in the vase, pink, white, green, and purple, intertwined with each other, just like the complicated emotions in his heart at the moment.There were ping-pong-pong sounds from the kitchen, as well as the sizzling sound from the frying pan. It seemed that death and conspiracies were so far away from him, but the smell of food in the air and the clusters of flowers in front of him were so far away. true.Snape finally understood—in fact, this was the life he had always wanted.Rather than those so-called rights, not the black magic he was obsessed with, nor the redemption of his mistakes.

"I can only fry steak." Jane came out of the kitchen carrying a plate of steak, with a white apron tied around her neck and a pair of yellow rubber gloves on her hands.

Everything is so real.

Snape watched her put the steak under the bouquet of lisianthus flowers, and frowned at him: "I can understand that you have already disliked my cooking skills before you started?"

Snape wanted to shake his head, wanted to say that he had passed out before tasting it.But he couldn't speak after all, he walked stiffly to the table and sat down, and then started cutting the steak with Jane's newly bought silver knife and fork.

Jane sat opposite him, looking at the bouquet of flowers in front of her: "I like this flower very much, I hope you won't hate it."

Snape paused holding the knife and fork, and said dryly, "As long as you don't place the flower all over the place, I think I can bear it to appear in front of my eyes from time to time."

Jane grinned and opened her mouth: "This is the most beautiful flower I have ever seen in the world."

Snape glanced at Kikyo, he didn't think there was anything special about it: "Are there no flowers in Heaven and Hell?"

Jane thought about it for a while and said: "Of course there are flowers in heaven. There are many beautiful flowers in the Garden of Eden, and I can't name them. In hell, the gemstone flowers of mammon are the most common. But I think I like this one the most." , I feel very similar to me—the flowers are not big, clean and not fragrant, which is pretty good.”

After the two chatted about heaven and hell, the dinner ended.After Jane cleared the dishes, she found Snape reading in the study.

Snape's study was small and messy.A wall is full of books, piled up there.Jane took a quick glance and found that most of the hair was books on potions and black magic, as well as some books on herbs and animals, all of which were bulky.The words inside were all densely packed, and sometimes Snape would write a bunch of comments on it, which made her dizzy, and finally gave up studying these books and quietly read some books she had bought before.

While Snape was reading, Jane sat next to him and wrote the paper.The relationship between the two seemed to return to the time when they were in school. It wasn't until Jane was tired of writing that she stepped forward to close Snape's book and kissed him on the cheek: "I'm sleepy."

Snape glanced at the wall clock on the wall, stood up from the chair, lit his wand, extinguished the candles in the study, and led Jane back to the bedroom.

Lying on the bed that once belonged to him alone, Jane curled up in his arms like a cub.Snape felt that all the tranquility and beauty in front of him were so unreal, as if the slightest touch would shatter such a picture.

Now he can't imagine how Jane would react if she knew about Lily one day.Perhaps, he thought, he would rather die under Voldemort's rod than face that day.

Closing his eyes, he hugged the sleeping person in his arms tightly: perhaps, he should not forget the feeling of loneliness.

The author has something to say:

Seeking Jane's psychological shadow area after knowing the true meaning of Lily... When I wrote this stalk, I suddenly felt quite abusive.