[HP] Blast! Word Small Universe

Jane didn't know, and Snape didn't give her an answer.It wasn't until his hands wrapped around her waist, as if giving her a certain kind of affirmation, that she realized that perhaps that was all she wanted.

There was no dialogue, no sound, no gentle whispers, and the two hugged each other silently as if they had a tacit understanding.Not hot, not alienated, just clinging to each other like nothing happened yet.Warm and affectionate.

He kissed the corner of her lips, carefully tasting the alluring fragrance.He didn't end the lingering kiss until her face turned red.

Snape tried to put her back on the bed, but Jane grabbed his robes to keep him from leaving.

There is no one-sentence explanation, but she understands many problems enough.

Ever since she received Michael's letter, she has doubted the authenticity of everything she saw.Once she really suspected that Snape didn't love her, and she really believed his story that being with her was just for profit.But Michael's letter gave her a glimmer of life, and made her understand that everything in front of her might not be what she thought.What Snape revealed might be related to her falsified memory.Because she believes that only Snape and Dumbledore have the ability and opportunity to tamper with her memory.But no matter which of these two people, that memory must be related to Snape.

But now, when he lost the rationality he was proud of and kissed her, she was even more convinced that what Snape said to her was nothing more than a lie.And all this lie wants is to cover up her unrevealed truth from Voldemort's presence.

That being the case, how could she let go of this hard-won moment of getting along at will?

Voldemort is far away in Germany, searching for news of the Elder Wand.Narcissa was called away by Lucius, and she didn't come back for a while.It's just the two of them here, quiet and undisturbed.

Jane was greedy for the warmth of his body, and clasped his five fingers tightly.She leaned forward slightly according to the feeling, and kissed the base of his ear, obviously feeling the stiffness of his body and the slight trembling that followed.The hand around her waist tightened a little, he seemed to be struggling, but also seemed to be enjoying it.

Even Snape himself couldn't tell whether he should go on, risk all the risks of being discovered, and continue to walk on the wire, not knowing whether to live or die.She was like his unsolvable poison, even as a master of potions, whenever he faced her, he could only obediently drink the poison that he knew was dead, just to relieve his thirst for a moment.She can always destroy all his plans over and over again. She is all his surprises, all his uncontrollable factors, and also the source of all his crimes and punishments, and all his passionate emotions.

Sometimes Snape couldn't imagine what his life would be like if he lost Jane—maybe he would treat everything more rationally and soberly like a truly qualified double-faced agent.Maybe he will be very lonely, like a mass of ashes that can no longer be ignited, allowing himself to wither in the boundless flood of life.Or maybe he won't be so painful, and he might not feel guilty whenever he thinks of Lily, but when he thinks of Jane, he will feel an unbearable guilt.

But no matter what, as long as he imagined that Jane would leave his side completely one day and take away the love that had warmed him, he thought he might lose all his reason.He didn't know what he would do, maybe he would rush straight into hell and ask how he could go to heaven to follow in her footsteps... No matter what, he didn't dare to imagine, and he never allowed himself to think deeply.Because just the thought of it was enough to scare him.

Fortunately, his lover is so smart and so affectionate.No matter how harsh he was, how indifferently he hurt her, she was always willing to never leave her - this reminded him of his own mother, Irene Snape.No matter how Tobia hurt her, Irene never left Tobia's side.Even if she died, she would die with him.The burial is the same cemetery.

A wet tongue slipped past his ear, and a delicate kiss landed on his chin.He raised his neck, exposing his fragile throat to her tender kisses like a sacrificial animal.He couldn't help himself reaching out to hold her head in his hands, running his fingers through her long hair, and letting her unbutton her silver clothes.

The wind outside the window blew into the room, blowing the bed curtain and swaying it gently.It was like a beautiful dream unfolding silently, even though she couldn't see her lover's face, the temperature from her fingertips was enough to make her heart flutter.It was a matter of course, and under the lies without any explanation, she was drowning in the vast ocean he gave, and it was difficult to break free.

Before Jane fell asleep again, Snape had fed her the potion to heal her body.Although the wounds on her body have healed and her strength has recovered, her physical condition is still not good.When Snape left, Narcissa still hadn't come back. It was obvious that Lucius' finding her was not a simple matter.

When Narcissa appeared in Jane's house again, it was already evening.Jane happened to have woken up before this, and had a bath and a change of clothes.

Narcissa didn't notice that Jane was abnormal, she just took the empty bottle left by Snape and brought her a freshly prepared dinner.

Jane tried to look as cold and uninterested as ever, and never showed the joy that existed in her heart.It wasn't until Narcissa left that she lay back under the quilt and couldn't help giggling.

But since that time, Snape came less frequently.From once every two weeks to three weeks.And every time, Narcissa would stand by.An opportunity like the previous one seems to be very difficult to happen again.But that didn't frustrate Jane, because she had identified what she needed to be identified, and she had been rewarded more than she could have imagined.She became more active and worked hard to recover her body. At the same time, she also began to try her best to find out the whereabouts of her wand from Narcissa's mouth.Unfortunately, Narcissa doesn't seem to know where Voldemort left her wand.But Jane has already started to try wandless magic. Although she is not so successful in many cases, she finds that she has gained something after a period of time.

All of this, until a group of red-eyed crows landed in Malfoy Manor, Jane had a better plan.

These crows were Michael's new messengers to her, a few months after the previous one.

Jane reached out to find one, then ran to the desk, picked up the quill and began to write a letter.

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Supplement, January 1.

Alright, big V, let's go briefly, and your male supporting role is almost over. . .The round of abuse is over, relax for a while, and wait for the final crit. . . . .