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"Harry, wake up." After the door closed, Snape turned around and bent down to touch Harry's forehead with his fingers. He only felt his fingertips burn, and immediately moved away to pinch his nose.

After waiting for a while, Harry scrunched up his face. Snape let go, but didn't back away or straighten up.

The closed emerald green eyes burst open like two hazy green roses with dewdrops, the legendary natural flower of Israel.

"Prince." Harry stared blankly at the pearly white face close at hand, before Snape could ask about the strong aura of dark magic on him, he stretched out his hand and hooked Snape neck, pulled him hard and kissed those newly opened lips.

Snape's eyes widened in astonishment, as if he had been hit by tons of huge candies falling from the sky - he hadn't expected a kiss at all, and Harry had firmly rejected him before.

It was this unexpected kiss from which he tasted the sweetness.

Harry's breakfast was supposed to be bread with jam and a glass of sweet milk.

He guided Harry to open his mouth wider and turn the angle, like a patient hunter carefully baiting the prey in front of him.The other party made a comfortable guttural sound, but these sounds were swallowed by the small-bellied occupant.

Snape sucked carefully, learning the lesson he had been eager to learn from last time, and then - he was pushed down on the sofa by Harry!

Snape's long hair was scattered on the sofa, and the ends of it brushed against his neck, his eyes narrowed, looking at Harry who was hugging him.Harry's whole person is like a cup of hot chocolate waiting to be tasted, steaming and enthusiastic.

Snape stretched out his hands to hug the heat source on his body, he was still unable to tell whether the heat was normal or not after being a ghost for a long time, and he himself was not breathing well.

"P, Prince." Harry broke free, his cheeks flushed from lack of oxygen and pleasure, and soon he was as red as a juicy and sweet apple.

He finally came back from the trance, realized what he had done, he raised his head suddenly, raised his head, the mucus sticking to each other's lips was pulled into a thread.It made Harry's cheeks flush and instantly ripe.

"I, I..." Harry murmured for a long time, "This must not be true." He said these words like a dream.

Snape frowned, he sensed that something was wrong with Harry's current situation, he was indeed awake for a moment just now, but now his eyes began to lose focus again - he was clearly saying his name, and his lips were kissed by him Swollen, but he was gradually lost in the other side.Did the inventor of this intrusive black magic fall into a swamp and get his head full of mud?

He took Harry's arm and raised his upper body to sit up.

Just then, Harry suddenly stared straight at Snape, his eyes sparkling with a fire that he had never seen before. "Prince, please, don't leave me...I can't live without you."

Snape, who had been confessed for a while, was so stunned that he blushed in the next moment, although his color was still pearly white, with no pink mixed in.

"Why should I listen to you? You tell me to leave and come back. Who do you think you are? Potter, did your last name give you the courage to be a megalomaniac?" Snape said calmly Ironically, but his hand didn't leave Harry's waist, and stroked his back.

It's all bones and it's not easy to touch at all. How long will it take to grow flesh like this? Snape pursed his lips, thinking about his meal plan for Harry.

"I need you." Harry said again, his expression turned dark, as if someone was bewitching him in his ear, telling him to keep the friend he admired.

But how could he keep him—and he didn't want to hurt him.

The voice in his head gave him the answer, to follow his instinct and kiss him.

So he stepped forward and pulled down the collar of the pearly white halo, and kissed those cold lips again.

Snape channeled Harry's kiss.Although his Harry is still delirious, there is something strange about this dark magic.But it was really Harry's intention, which meant that since he wanted to kiss him, why didn't he grant this little request.There are not many such rare opportunities.

Suddenly Snape froze as Harry's hand touched him.

His jaw moved, and his gaze changed sharply, staring at Harry, who was moving more and more boldly.

He ended the kiss first, then pecked his lips reluctantly, and then continued to kiss slowly until he nibbled on the fragile and delicate Adam's apple.

"This is what you need?" Snape's voice, which was in the process of changing, became hoarse, as if smoking with thirst.

"Yes, I want you, Prince." He nodded eagerly, so honest that it seemed that Snape, who could only sneer and sarcasm for ten thousand years, finally learned to laugh and laughed out loud.

"What's the content of your Potions class today?" Snape bit his long-awaited red ears, and he didn't leave after receiving a crisp moan.

"Quick blood tonic." Harry's consciousness struggled to emerge from the sea of ​​honey in his consciousness, and he realized what Prince was doing.

He naturally cooperated obediently, and then got a reward.

It takes 90 minutes to cook, that is to say, this is three classes in a row.

"Enough time," Snape said.

After assigning his homework, Snape, thinking that there was still an unconscious Potter in the office, grimly ignored the group of Twoleg beasts that were delaying his time, and strode towards the office.

He actually lost Potter to his younger self!

How could he forget to become a ghost so that his brain also became a ghost-the coveting of Potter by his completely broken young self had reached a point where he could see through it at a glance.

It was because of his ghost state that he let his guard down for no reason.He forgot for a moment that as long as it passed through his hand, the "ghost" could touch it again.The limitation of time and space is no longer a limitation.

It's fucking great!

Snape said the order quickly and pushed the door open.There is no second person in the entire office.

He frowned fiercely, feeling a sense of unhappiness leaping to his heart, and there was a familiar fishy smell in the dull air in the room.

He approached the sofa, and when he was one meter away from the sofa, he stopped.stiff in there.

His face was instantly as black as ink, the same color as his clothes.

damn it!He's going to replace this sofa!