[HP] Blast! Word Small Universe

For a moment, Jane's mood changed drastically.Her whole body trembled violently, as if she was facing some kind of terrible crisis.My whole body felt stiff, and my complexion turned livid.

Voldemort stretched out his hand to hold her in his arms, stroking her head tenderly as if comforting a wounded child, and said in a low and coaxing voice, "It's over, Jane. It was just a Boggart, just a scene A fantasy that doesn't exist."

Jane gradually calmed down in Voldemort's arms, but her body was still stiff.

"As long as you stay away from Severus, I believe such a thing will never happen." The corners of Voldemort's mouth slightly raised, and his voice was unhurried, even a little cheerful, "Can you understand me? simple."

Jane stared up at Voldemort, and after she was sure she saw seriousness in those blood-red eyes, she lowered her eyes and nodded.

Voldemort supported her body and asked her to lie back on the bed: "I'm going to Germany. When I come back, I hope you've recovered as before." He covered her with the quilt and put it on her forehead. A kiss, "If you have any problems during this period, you can directly go to Narcissa, and she will solve it for you. Also, you look much better now than before."

And just like that, Voldemort left.Her nightmare also temporarily came to an end, and she finally got a chance to breathe.During this time, Narcissa seemed to treat her with a little more respect than before.Although they still didn't have any communication, she could feel her subtle changes.Every three days, Snape would appear.He appeared in front of her with the potion he prepared.But every time he didn't stop, just handed the potion to Narcissa, turned around and left.I wish he had never known her, and there had never been any love-hate relationship between them.

Jane couldn't tell what kind of feeling she had. When facing Snape's indifference, she felt that she could finally face it calmly, and she would no longer make a scene like before in an attempt to attract his attention. .

Every time he came, she just sat silently on the bed and watched.Through the bed curtain, I couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.Quiet, as if she was asleep.

But as she recovered, Snape's visits began to decrease.He went from once every three days to once a week.By early March, he hadn't shown up for two weeks.

At that time, Jane really fell asleep.Narcissa left because Lucius had something to ask her to help in the past.Since Narcissa didn't know what was going on between Jane and Snape, she begged when she left: "She's still sleeping, I think you can make her drink the medicine obediently. Lucius asked me for something, I have to go now."

Snape tightened his hand holding the potion, and said coldly: "This is what the Dark Lord entrusted you to do. It is not my responsibility to feed a child the potion."

"Oh, come on, Severus, no one will know." Narcissa reached out and took Snape's arm and said eagerly, "When she wakes up you just watch her and drink it, since The master is very concerned about whether she will take her medicine on time after she nearly tortured herself to death last time. I can only trust you, Severus."

"Well, well, Narcissa," said Snape impatiently, "you've made me a nanny again, a house-elf with a stupid girl to attend to."

After obtaining Snape's consent, Narcissa showed joy, thanked him, and left in a hurry.For a while, there were only Jane who was still sleeping and Snape who was holding the potion in the room.

The door of the room closed, and Snape walked towards the large, curtained bed.He felt the blood all over his body rushing against his chest, and he could even hear his heartbeat clearly.With yellowish hands, he lifted the veil-like curtain of the bed, and the person on the bed was sleeping deeply with his back to her.Her long black hair was flowing on the dark green quilt, pulling him like a black rope. He couldn't help but reach out and lift her long hair.Her figure seemed to be thinner than before, more slender and weak.The side face exposed outside the quilt was as smooth and soft as jade.A straight nose bridge, thin pink lips, and curvy eyelashes.Her change seems to be a little more beautiful than the last time I saw her, and at the same time, she is more beautiful and clean.

Is this what she really looks like?

Snape was asking the question intensely in his heart, and at the same time he knew the right answer without needing her answer.

The long-term longing and throbbing in his heart made it difficult for him not to reach out and caress the face that was close at hand.When his callused and rough fingers touched her cheek, her brows were slightly furrowed, as if she was startled, but she didn't wake up.But she shrank into the quilt childishly, like this can gain more sense of security.

Snape sat on the edge of her bed, quietly watching her sleeping face.She reached out to pull her messy hair behind her ears, but when he was about to take it back, a clean hand suddenly appeared from under the blanket and grabbed his hand.

At this moment, neither of them spoke.

One continued to sleep with her eyes closed, and the other sat there silently, letting her hold her hand.

The curved eyelashes fluttered slightly, but they did not open.She didn't hold his hand very hard, Snape could break free whenever he wanted.But he didn't do that.So for Jane, it's kind of like a hint.To imply that she can go further, to imply that she can do whatever she wants.

For a moment, Jane felt that Snape must have loved her.

Otherwise, how could he make such an untimely move so stupidly?

She was awake the moment he appeared in the room.She heard the conversation between Snape and Narcissa at the door, at the same time she heard the sound of the door closing, and even heard the footsteps getting closer.She felt that he lifted the curtain of the bed, stroked her long hair gently, and caressed her face carefully.When he withdrew his hand, she eagerly took his hand.She was so timid that she didn't dare to open her eyes, afraid that when she opened her eyes, she would find that all this was her own absurd dream.

She clasped his hand slowly, clasped her fingers, and kissed the back of his hand with her eyes closed, piously and slowly.

Snape watched her movements, watching her intently, enjoying a rare moment of peace.Until her other hand got out of the bed and climbed onto his body through the cloth.She sat up, hugged him, leaned her head on his shoulder, her nose was filled with his unique smell - if she didn't open her eyes, wouldn't all of this disappear?If she didn't open her eyes, wouldn't she have to worry about Voldemort's Legilimency?If she doesn't open her eyes, can she continue to steal more tenderness?

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Supplement March 1