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Potter was using the bathroom.

When the doorknob couldn't be unscrewed, the thought suddenly occupied his mind.Snape took a step back and looked at the closed door leading to the bathroom. He hallucinated in his ears the splash of water when the shower was turned on, which wet the frizzy boy's hair and flowed down his cheeks. The smooth forehead slid across the only meaty part of his body—cheeks as delicate as egg whites, and then his neck, fragile and slender—maybe his immature Adam’s apple would still slide, and there was a sound in his mouth. Comfortable sigh.And then - and then - the place under the clothes will be visited by this lucky bead, and maybe it will slide into the boy's buttocks - Snape's jaw tightened - he had to correct, There were only a couple of fleshy spots on Harry's body, and here was the one that caught a little attention when he took off his school robes.

Eventually the water droplets there will fall on the tiles and mix with the ordinary water droplets into a puddle of water and flow into the sewer.

Snape frowned in displeasure. He stared at the bathroom door that seemed to be the door to hell. He actually let a Potter live in his home!

He cleared his mind, walked quickly to the bookshelf in the bedroom, and took out the latest potion periodical of this month. He pulled out the chair and sat down facing the fireplace, and read the magazine from the beginning.

While he was immersing himself in the comparison of the time-saving stirring method for a broad-spectrum snake venom antidote described in a magazine with his own method and seeing if there were more other ideas, it suddenly occurred to him that A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

Snape dropped the magazine in his hands and hurried over to open his bedroom door with resentment.

"Potter, it seems that you really think of me as a hotel that will provide you with a home away from home." Snape glared gloomily at Harry, whose hair was still dripping. The boy didn't even have a bathrobe. Yes, more than half of the skin on the chest is exposed, which can be seen from his angle——Snape’s expression remained unchanged as if he didn’t see the pink dotted on the snow-white skin, “And your brain that has never had the concept of time Well, maybe I should lock the bathroom door for a while, charge by the hour like a Muggle, and maybe I'll make a ton of money."

"I'm sorry, at Aunt Petunia's house, they always count the time I use the bathroom with a stopwatch - I'm just not used to it for a while." Harry said, although he had an expression of indifference, but his words It really reveals a pitiful meaning.

"You don't need to get used to it, I hope you don't plan to stay for a long time, I don't welcome guests with bags in my house." Snape crossed his arms, looking completely merciless, "Then, I hope you don't Not just interrupting my research with something boring like saying goodnight."

"Hey! You're just reading!" Harry tilted his head to see the scene through the gap, and he saw the book on the chair facing the fireplace—Snape wasn't the kind of man with loose hair. The man of the book, it was his obsessive-compulsive disorder to return the book - oh, it was Prince who did it, maybe it can be applied to Snape?

As soon as he thought of Prince Harry, he lost the idea of ​​talking to Snape. He scratched his hair, "I don't have a quilt or a pillow, so I came to see if you have anything extra here."

Snape glared at Harry, "Stand here and wait." He turned and went back into the house.

He didn't close the door.Harry blinked. He stood at the door and then bent into the room and turned his neck to look around. The furnishings in the room were much more than the living room, which was almost empty. There were bookshelves, a desk, and a four-poster with black curtains. The big bed looked like the one in the cellar—could he sleep in such a big bed by himself?

Harry pursed his lips, but still took a few more envious glances at the big bed that looked so comfortable.

"Now get out with what you asked for." Snape floated the folded bedding in front of Harry, and he walked towards the bewildered boy who was wrapped up in the sudden warm quilt and pillow, and put his hand on the door superior.

"Good night, Severus." Harry raised the corners of his mouth, and before Snape got angry, he slipped his tongue out again, "Ah, it's the professor, I haven't forgotten."

Snape slammed the door shut, refusing to let the playful, pampered boy who showed no signs of growing up go out.

With his hand on the door panel, he seemed to be able to touch the youthful factor that Harry had left behind, smelling of strawberry body wash.He withdrew his hand and slowly clenched it into a fist.

Tomorrow he will find something for this little bastard to do, this is not the exclusive resort of the savior!

The author has something to say:

The recent size is so short, I will lengthen it

Professor: Maybe I should give Potter more homework.

Harry: I can use other to pay rent (super don't want to do homework)