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Harry didn't go back to his dorm that day.

After Snape made the potion of detumescence, he used it on Harry, and his potion proved to be surprisingly effective.Harry was back to his usual vigor in no time, and he'd had enough sleep - so he pulled Snape, who still had the ingredients for the detumescence potion left. Snape was standing right behind Harry, their arms folded together, handling the ingredients hand in hand, recreating a potion that was definitely worthy of an O, perfectly exactly as described in the textbook.

"But why did you add moonstone powder?" Harry was amazed to see the perfect potion in his hand, and his other hand was still held by Snape, maybe they didn't care about it.

"Moonstone has a stabilizing effect, and it acts as a calming agent on the detumescence medicine, which means that it will relieve the discomfort when the detumescence medicine takes effect, but it will not delay the time for the medicine to take effect." Snape considered the simplicity of the sentence Explaining calmly, he reached out and took the potion from Harry's hand and placed it on the cooking table.

"Perhaps you'll want to try this potion you've made yourself," Snape said, looking down and lifting Harry's chin, taking his breath away.

It took an hour to make the potion, and they were all stuck together during this hour.The potion he had just made couldn't compare to the sweet and delicious Harry that smelled like strawberries.

Harry's hand stroked Snape's neck, and they kissed for nearly ten minutes, so tired that Harry could only feel the sweet taste in his mouth, reminding him of the first chocolate frog he tasted.He couldn't help rubbing and rubbing.Unfortunately, he felt that he didn't want to be separated from him.

It took another moment before it was really over, and Harry stepped back to find that there was no way he could back off, his butt against the edge of the counter, and Snape's hand pressing against the wooden countertop, his fingers interlocked.The other hand rested on his shoulder.Close at hand was Snape's chest, and looking down was the Slytherin crest on his clothes - Harry was already quite familiar with it.

"Is it swollen?" Harry asked looking up, he licked his lips after a while, and it didn't hurt as much as before.

Snape nodded, "Just right." He walked around behind Harry to pick up the bottle of potion, unscrewed the cap, dipped some potion with his finger, and wiped it on Harry's lips, making those plump lips even more Moisturizing, full as if drinking water.

"It seems to be quite good." Harry pondered for a while, and he raised the corner of his mouth and parted his mouth, his eyes narrowed into a crescent shape, "It's a pity that yours is not swollen... But we can try this potion more."

As he spoke, he raised the hand that was holding Snape, pushed him back to the counter with some force, the two of them lost their position, he grabbed Snape's collar, made him bow his head, and kissed again .

They can try the difference between these two bottles of potions.

After another kiss, Snape wiped the potion on Harry's lips, only to notice that he was looking down, and he noticed where he was looking.

"Pull your fancy, detumescence potions don't work that way." Laughing and annoyed, Snape smacked Harry on the head.

Harry couldn't help but glance at the swollen bump, maybe—maybe the potion would do the trick!

"I, my ass hurts." Harry swallowed, making an excuse.

"Never mind it - don't you want to read a book?" Snape said harshly, changing the subject.The anger caused would cool down naturally if left alone - this time together had happened many times, but the ghostly aura saved him, and Harry didn't realize it.

But he will not let go of every moment with Harry.There's so much more they can do together that will fill Harry's schedule.

The rest of the time they spent the rest of the time sitting on the sofa opposite the fireplace, which the loveseat fit them just right - so close that Harry almost sat in Snape's arms - reading books from the forbidden/book section together. This is an entry-level black magic book, and it introduces some innocuous little magic spells of the advanced version of the big stick of the incisor game.

"I think these are a bit like mischievous magic, such as this one. Its effect is to create crackling firecrackers in the mouth of the cursed." Harry pointed to the illustration on the page and the text described next to the illustration. The author's sentence is equivalent Humorous, exemplary and entertaining.He watched with gusto.

"Although it won't really blow people's mouths, there is still a risk." Snape reminded, "This level of black magic depends on how the caster uses it. If it's a prank, it's really Mischief. But if the caster uses it for something else, it's harmful magic. Like the detention that ex-Ministry official gave you."

Harry pursed his lips, thinking of the contents of Umbridge's confinement, the bleeding arm and the dark magic quill that used blood as ink.

"That's not really a joke," said Harry softly.

"It all depends on the caster's intent." Snape said as he turned the page, his fingers touched Harry's hand, which was still clutching the page, and he took it, tucking the new page in. into the inside of the finger.

The rubbing of the thumbs was so intimate that Harry was a little uncomfortable, but it was too late for them both wrapped up in a woolen blanket.

"You're right, let's keep reading." Harry said, he looked at the content on the newly opened page and was soon immersed in the novelty of magic.

And Snape, he was looking at Harry.He had read this book when he was in the third grade, and it was really simple and boring.But Harry liked it, and the way he was so engrossed was adorable.

After Harry yawned three times and the corners of his eyes were wet, Snape took off his glasses and wiped the corners of his eyes.

"Go to sleep." He tucked a golden ginkgo leaf - a leftover ingredient from potion making - into the page and closed the book, snatching it from Harry's grasp.

Harry rubbed his eyes and nodded.And he didn't want to go back to Gryffindor Tower, it was too late.So he returned to the dark green four-poster bed.

"Aren't you going to sleep?" When Harry lifted the quilt, he realized that Snape hadn't followed. He looked at Snape who put the book back on the shelf.

"I don't need to sleep." Snape's words reminded Harry once again that the difference between them, no matter how close they were, was still far apart, and neither space nor time could make up for this distance.

"If you really need me."

This sentence is too cunning!Harry thought bitterly, but he couldn't refuse.

So Harry pulled back the covers and invited Snape to accompany him.Harry snuggled into his very own Snape pillow after his not-so-stove-but-okay boyfriend lay down.

Snape thoughtfully used the No Wand Charm to help him extinguish the lamp, and only the orange flame in the fireplace was alive in the whole room.

"Good night," said Harry, closing his eyes and taking a few minutes to breathe.

After Snape held his Harry in his arms for a while, he left the bed.Quietly, like a ghost, he came to the desk, opened Harry's schoolbag, and took out the Potions homework with only the title on it.

He planned the time he would spend with Harry tomorrow, looked back at Harry in his sleep, and started helping him with his homework.

The lubricant had been prepared, so they would naturally go to test the efficacy of the medicine. How could Harry spend his time on such a simple homework that he could write twenty inches long with his eyes closed?

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