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"Why are you so light?" Harry muttered, thinking the old bastard - well, he's not old now.The young ones are just a little bit older than Prince, maybe the same size.About the same weight.

He carried Snape to the bathroom on the second floor, where he put Snape into the bathtub.After thinking for a while, he turned on the tap and began to store water. The water quickly accumulated and naturally wet Snape's robes, but now he was still dazed.Harry scooped up water to wash off the black ashes from Snape's face, and it looked better after washing.

Harry's jaw moved, he didn't speak, he bent down and quickly took off Snape's robe - his current robe was very loose but a little bigger, it was unexpected that he was so thin when he was young.Harry threw the robes, trousers and underpants he had taken off into the laundry basket.

He took a deep breath into the basket and gathered his courage before turning and walking towards Snape.If Snape and Prince are in different timelines, why did Snape have the same scars as Prince when he was younger?Why did he feel familiar with Snape, as if even their breaths were the same?

It was hard not to think about it, but he'd been using other, even Snape's, discrepancies to make him ignore the things that confused him.

"You really bother me, Professor." Harry said softly, he picked up the shower head and tried the water temperature and adjusted the speed of the water with his hands before watering Snape.

When the heat steamed up in the bathroom, Harry turned off the shower, rolled up his sleeves, and unbuttoned his collar.He squeezes out some shampoo, the mint flavor is perfect for summer.He raised the corners of his mouth and rubbed the palms of his palms to froth, and then wiped it on Snape's wet black hair. He scratched and scratched the scalp with his fingers. He had already loosened his grip as much as he could, and then changed to pressing, carefully pressing. After a while, his hair was soaked in mint-flavored foam, and he carefully ensured that every strand was caught before picking up the shower to wash off the foam on his head, and taking care not to let the water from the shower flow into his hair. Inside his ears, he rinsed the foam carefully, and picked up his half-long hair while rinsing. These black hairs were soft and touchable after washing off the oil.

He thought of Prince's hair.

He would hold his head during kisses, those limp black hairs coiling around his fingers, and he loved the way it felt.Every time they hug each other, when he is enduring those fierce collisions, he likes to hug his prince's head and kiss him, feel the heat in the black hair with his fingers, and the heat hidden under it .

He loved that time.But Prince likes him lying on the bed most of the time, with his back turned to him.That would be nice though, they'd be so close, as if he could hit his heart.

He can't think anymore!

Harry turned off the shower, staring blankly at Snape, and suddenly reached out and brushed his cool, minty shampoo-scented wet hair over his head, revealing his full forehead, his face and his memories as pale as in.

It really seems like.

Suddenly Snape's eyelids moved, his eyelashes quivered as if hitting Harry's heart, and each stroke made him stiff.He realized that Snape was waking up, but he couldn't move, he couldn't take his eyes away.

"Harry?" The pair of black eyes opened, facing the messy hair in front of him, as if he had encountered a lot of troubles, and the expression on his face was so stupid that one wanted to rub it - rub him Sullen and unhappy, continue to shine heartlessly.

And his body, ahead of his thoughts, reached out and grabbed Harry's wrist, pulling him onto him.He took Harry's jaw and rubbed his fingers against his delicate cheeks, as if touching delicate milk pudding. His cheeks were cooler than the hot water in the bathtub.

Harry's eyes widened, his glasses damned foggy at this point.But soon the obstructive glasses were thrown away by Snape, who heard Snape say a levitation spell - I hope his glasses were put in place safely.And soon Harry didn't have time to think about these things.

He was kissed.

Those thin lips were just as soft as he remembered, and his tongue was just as cunning, prying open his jaws quickly and expertly.All the routines made him feel in a trance, and made him dizzy violently. Although he didn't want to, he was still addicted to this kiss very quickly - even the breath was so familiar that he couldn't refuse it.

Harry was picked up, or rather he was barred.

"Where are we going?" He swallowed his surprise, placing his hands on Snape's shoulder blades.He found that he didn't even have the strength to resist.

"Go to bed," was all Snape said, stepping out of the bathtub.His eyes narrowed, flashing with emotion Harry was familiar with.

They looked at each other.

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