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He hasn't spoken to Severus for almost a week, and every day the old bastard shuts himself in his laboratory to study the newly acquired Dark Lord's soul fragment, and now he has two samples and purchased A pile of dark, torn books!

There was no one there every morning, and he got into bed until late at night, so he had calculated the time for him to fall asleep!

He has already received the textbook list for the next school year, and has made an appointment with Ron and the others to buy textbooks, so the start of school is just around the corner, and time flies so fast.

Harry unconsciously rubbed his frizzy and soft head against his human-shaped pillow, and the chaotic and impacting thoughts were all smoothed out at this moment when he woke up from a dream, just like the bubbles burst collectively, finally presenting a soft and stable surface .

Harry opened his eyes. He rubbed his eyes in a daze. All kinds of sleep talk in the dream were forgotten in the moment of waking. When he finished rubbing his eyes, he subconsciously searched for his glasses beside the pillow. , He suddenly looked at his "pillow" blankly.

Then the pink color quickly bloomed on his cheeks in a few seconds, just like the lively summer sun.

He looked bewildered at the pale open chest with his hands still on it! ——Harry moved his hand away immediately, remembering the touch under his palm, his face turned deep red, and the rising heat made him break out a thin layer of sweat quickly.

He never knew that his sleeping posture was so bad that he could unconsciously rub off these annoying buttons while he was asleep.

Harry glanced at Snape uneasily, and found that he was still breathing smoothly with his eyes closed and didn't seem to be waking up, so he became bolder.

He leaned forward to size up Snape's face, comparing him with the familiar silhouette.Even though he had done it many times, this look really made him never get tired of it—why didn't he feel it before?Could hate really and love be able to hook up?

His eyes were fixed on this firm outline as if it had been chiseled by time, and he slowly stretched out his hand to push the half-long hair that blocked Snape's cheeks behind his ears, and the skin he touched was not as pale as his appearance. It is as hard and cold as it is shown, just like the warm heart that beats all the time under this indifferent appearance that refuses to be approached by others.

Snape was indeed colder than many people, but he really had been protecting him.Even if he didn't feel it before, he is now aware of it later.

Except for Prince's part, although the image of Snape as a disgusting old bat disgusts him deeply-who knows if he is the vicious face he pretended to be.He also treated him well, at least he didn't kill him.

I really don't know what the old bastard was thinking, even if he had no memory at that time, he must have known Prince, so how did he see the Potter he hated the most and his young self get together? ——There must be no joy.

Snape was such a complex and incomprehensible puzzle that he might spend his entire life trying to figure out his twisted mind.

How could he not recognize it when he was with Prince?

Harry thought about it and stopped abruptly. He suddenly held up the face he loved and hated so much. He kissed those pale and thin lips, giving away his enthusiasm.

Maybe his professor would agree to teach the less-professor-educated students when they woke up—Harry couldn't help smiling against Snape's lips, realizing that he still liked the professor-student relationship, which made him The rebellion in his bones was so satisfied that he let out a cheer.

But soon his lips were squeezed and nibbled, so that the smile was swallowed before it was even formed.

Sure enough, kisses are the best magic, and his prince woke up.

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"Don't do it again! I made an appointment with Ron and the others to go to Diagon Alley to buy school supplies today!" With tears in his eyes, his waist was lifted, and the back of his neck was bitten, and red hickeys were a little bit on his Spread out from neck to chest.

"That's just right, there's still time." Snape snorted, his hand stroking the string of red marks left behind.Those black eyes were as deep as a night without a single star, and the scorching flames were churning in the black sea, restrained and paranoid.

A boy gradually transforms into a terrible adult as he grows up. His personality and appearance will be polished by time, but there are always some things that will not change.

He bowed his head under the brand of Harry's skin that belonged only to him.

His savior, his boy, are all his, even if the passage of time has created an insurmountable gap between them, and the morality and condemnation of the world will torture his soul, so what.

Harry Potter belonged only to him.