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Harry scowled at the two buttons on the table, as small as he could make them.However, there was a very real problem in front of him now - he couldn't hand Malfoy a button.And if he put on the invisibility cloak and ran to Malfoy's dormitory, except for the risk of being discovered, he didn't know needlework magic at all, and he didn't want to learn it!

Or realistically he should be made into Galleons - but who carries a purse all day long?

"Brother, what happened, why are you sighing?" After the appointment, Ron returned to the dormitory with a large bag of wool knitting materials refreshed. As soon as he entered the door, he saw his friend facing the writing desk moan and groan.

"If it's homework, I can't help you. You can find someone who can help you, and it's not curfew yet." Ron added, he was purely showing off that he could cling to his girlfriend anytime Muddy, unlike his best friend, when he encounters a problem, he wants to find someone to talk to, but no one is available.

This time is to reflect the benefits of lovers on campus, and the future of long-distance relationships is always worrying.

Harry stood up abruptly, his chair scraping loudly against the floor.

"I'm going out." He quickly stuffed the two magic props that had just been made on the table into his pockets, then picked up his schoolbag, put on a notebook and a quill, and rushed to the door of the dormitory.

"I should be back later." He added, opened the door and rushed out.

"Where is he going?" Ron muttered.Could it be that he was really stimulated to go to his boyfriend to ask about homework.

He went to his bed to put down the arduous task of this big bag, and prepared to write a letter to his mother. He didn't even know how to knit a scarf!

Neville came over curiously and weighed a ball of yarn, "Ron, if you learn to weave magic, can you give me one too?"

"Impossible!" Ron poked his neck, his face was as red as his hair, and even the freckles on his face were stained pink.

"Oh, Ron is shy! The only one in our dormitory who is out of the singles is still shy." Dean and Simon also gathered around, and they laughed.

"It's not just me, it's Harry. Or do you think he's out to visit the castle?" Ron took back his wool and betrayed his friend by the way.

"Oh, shocking news!" Dean and Simon were dumbfounded, and even Neville's jaw seemed to drop.

"I knew he was sneaky last semester, and he often didn't go back to the dormitory." Neville smacked his tongue.

The three single dogs all showed envious expressions.

"It seems that we don't have to wait for Harry to come back, maybe he won't come back at all." They thought so neatly.

After grading the last homework, Snape raised his head to face the little bastard who opened the door and walked in. He gently let go of the parchment held in his outstretched hand, and let the homework fall to the place where the grading was completed. At the top of the stack, the whole movement is as elegant as a pianist gently pressing the keys when adjusting the keys to make the melodious notes flow out.

"Potter, it's your etiquette to come uninvited?" Snape raised the corners of his mouth, and his mocking tone spread across the room in a low voice, as if cold rain hit the heart.

Looking at Snape, Harry remembered what Lavender had done to Ron this morning, so if he did it would Snape help him?If that's the right thing to do—he purses his lips and takes a deep breath.

With his heart raised, he walked towards the desk, put the schoolbag in his hand on the empty chair in front of the desk, and then he quickly walked towards Snape behind the desk.

His palms were sweating, and now he was standing next to Snape, they were so close, and the old bastard was still sitting there - he had to bend down and hold out his hand.

Snape frowned lightly. He looked at Harry, who had a sacrifice-like expression on his face, and looked at the young and fat face of the baby, barely showing any timidity, and subconsciously put away all expressions. , but the panic in those emerald green eyes gave away his truth.

He sat there waiting for the boy's next move.

But he waited until his face was covered in sweaty hands—the next moment he was kissed.

It was as if it had rubbed against his lips inadvertently, without even leaving time to recollect it, as if it had never happened for a short time, he noticed Harry's retreat.

So he stretched out his hand and pressed the back of the boy's head. He forcefully and firmly taught Harry the elements that a kiss should have and the time it should have.

More importantly, don't kiss someone casually just for fun or teasing.

He kissed Harry's chin, ran his hands through the sweaty curls of black hair, and hugged his head, rubbing his cheek lightly.

It was his, confirmed again.

"What's the matter?" He snorted softly.

Harry quickly and violently broke free from the shackles of Snape's arms. He stepped back, his upper body in school uniform was wrinkled, and his mouth was swollen from being kissed, like a poor little girl who had been fucked.

Even his frizzy hair was trampled down, and it was extremely messy, as if he had escaped from the clutches of the devil after a catastrophe.

"I made a magic item, but something went wrong." Harry pursed his lips, and he took out the two eavesdropping buttons he made from his pocket.

"I thought you could help me look at it?"

Snape turned from the two little buttons in Harry's hand to his uncomfortable face, and he leaned back in the chair with a look of scrutiny and assessment on his face while grinning as smooth as Any seasoned master negotiator, "Well, Potter. You should know that I'm not obliged to help you out with any trouble, but since you've asked, I can sacrifice a little time - it's up to you value for money.”

"Worth?" It was as if the last drop of sweat in the desert had evaporated, causing him to experience auditory hallucinations due to lack of water and oxygen. Harry blinked vigorously, but unfortunately it was not an illusion.

The stagnant brain started to work slowly, perhaps because he had experienced too much, and his sanity quickly recovered. He silently looked at Snape sitting on the chair—much more pleasing to the eye than he imagined, Harry thought, He didn't find it offensive either, kissing or touching.

It was bizarre, but it happened—maybe he was gay, Harry thought again.But he wouldn't have considered Snape on his list of potential mates anyway, it was too creepy.Despite the level of disgust they wished for each other's death before, the old bat is too old-well, he is not actually old, he is just as old as he was.

Harry pursed his lips.

"So what do you want, Professor?" His voice was pure as if asking a study question.

Snape waited silently for a few minutes, but only waited for Harry to kick the question back, and he couldn't help frowning at the innocent expression on the boy's face.He knew Harry so well that the boy didn't even realize it - but he did, and Potter's faux pas was at it again.

He should have scolded him, satirized him, and made the boy's face show a touching shame and indignation.But the potion played its role inappropriately, and his expression changed.

The corners of Harry's lips curled up slightly, "Or, Severus?" He let the name slip across his tongue.

Snape stood up and grabbed the boy by the wrist, the idiot!But he couldn't swear, the potion's effect gripped his throat.

"All of you, only these are the completeness." He said quickly, as if smoke was coming out of his throat, and the urgency burst into flames in an instant.

After he finished speaking, his face turned green.

Excitement flashed across Harry's face after a brief shock, and he finally found a way to make the medicine work.

So he was finally able to command the old bat!This had to make him smile and narrow his eyes happily.

oh!Of course he had to say something quickly before the green-faced old bat drove him out.

"But I don't want to give, I just want to get," he said, the corners of his mouth turning up in a playful grin. "You'll help me?" He took Snape's hand back to keep the old bastard from breaking free.As long as Snape didn't throw him out, he would find a way to get his professor to behave.

It was as if he had regained the initiative, which made him extraordinarily confident.

"You greedy boy." Snape's voice was soft as a whisper, the effect of the medicine crossed the warning line of his rational planning at this moment, and he reached out tremblingly and grabbed Harry's shoulder.

He lowered his head, took a deep breath on Harry's neck, and sprayed his breath on his slender and fragile neck. He exhaled against the boy's ear, "I will give you everything you want."

The muffled voice was like a devil's whisper!

Harry's face was red, and he stared at Snape who was close at hand, his face was as red as the summer sunset, or the heat from the flames of the dancing fireplace.

"You can do it again, just like last time." Merlin, he really said it!

There was a moment of silence, Harry's heart almost jumped out of his chest, at this moment he was picked up, his feet dangling in the air, almost being carried by Snape on his shoulders.

"Where are you going? Put me down, Snape - old bat - snotluck!" he kicked his legs and yelled, even the malicious nickname he heard from the Pensieve. They were all called out by him.