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"professor."

Harry turned his head to look at Snape who continued to flip through the book beside him. He touched his waist with one hand to endure the heavy and aggravated soreness, and leaned over to see the words on the book.

Snape didn't even look at him, as if he didn't hear him at all.

"Severus."

Harry changed his words, his toes dabbing on the freshly changed sheets, remembering the name Snape had whispered in his ear when they were hugging each other earlier.This old bastard's demands are always changing. He was asked to call him professor during the day, but he was dissatisfied with this title when he went to bed. It was really difficult to serve!

Harry blushed and glared at Snape, and at the same time he did get a rising snort in return.

"Old Bat." Harry changed his name angrily.

Now that humming sound was like a stone submerged in the water, not even a splash.

"Prince." Harry turned around, secretly stretched his arms to hug Snape's shoulders, but found that his shoulders were much wider than before in the past 20 years-Snape was indeed tall. Too good to be jealous, he's a mature man, not Prince's lanky stick.

Snape took the hand and squeezed it tightly, interlocking his fingers.

"What are you up to, Potter?" He gave Harry a look at last, as if he was enduring the rudeness of a little bastard with too much to do.

"It turns out that you really respond to this name." Harry looked at Snape curiously, as if he had discovered another bright spot in him, "I thought you were afraid to face the past, such as putting the opposite grid The head of Slytherin, whom Ryffindor took as a dogma, actually named himself Prince when he was a student."

ah!He actually understood Snape's eyes!Those dark eyes moved in the blink of an eye, as if silently giving him a boring comment.

Snape is not so difficult to understand it!

Harry grinned, but when the familiar big hot hand touched his waist, Harry stopped laughing.

"It seems that the effect of my potion is indeed excellent." Snape said, his hand pressed vaguely on the soft place that liked to vibrate instinctively.

"No, no, no! It's still hurting! I'm sure I won't be better tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, and the week after!" Harry immediately slumped over Snape and howled, closing one eye.

He heard a laugh, low and magnetic, like a red wine bottle hitting the walnut tabletop, and the wine bottle was shaken by the aged wine that had been fermented for more than 20 years, and the wall of the bottle was dyed rose red.His ears were also stained red, as if they had been licked by the heat of the fire in the fireplace.

But when Harry stopped the show and looked up, he was still facing a bored, deadpan Snape.

"Later—I mean after you went back, did you like anyone in the past 20 years?" Harry asked suddenly.He had to make sure—had to make sure that Snape never had that memory, which meant his prince wasn't waiting for him.

He is just a character in the insignificant and dispensable memory that was discarded by his prince.

Snape could have liked anyone, possibly many.And he never knew.

If only he didn't have the Dark Lord's soul shard on his forehead, the engagement would have worked out. —but it's too late now.Fate is always like this, and it will not make it easier for anyone.

Lucky people are often accompanied by unlucky ones.Momentary luck is likely to be eternal doom.

"Yes." Snape looked at Harry, looking straight into those eyes.

"What kind of a man is he?" Harry took a deep breath, and in this moment he hated himself with envy, he hated that they were 20 years away, too long for him to be a part of it.In the last moment, they were able to absorb knowledge crazily for OWL together, and complained about textbooks that had not been changed for 20 years.And now, Snape was his professor, grading his homework, formulating his exams, extinguishing lamp after lamp of the possibility of Potions along his way, nearly shattering him. The ideal of becoming an Auror.

From equality to teacher-student gap, 20 years is too long.It was a lifetime for his parents.

"It's her." Snape corrected, and then he showed a nostalgic and warm expression, not as indifferent as before or even when they got along, "She's fine."

"She deserves all the good words in the world."

For half a minute, Harry felt he couldn't breathe, the oxygen couldn't get to his brain, he couldn't think, and it seemed like he'd be able to forget what Snape had said.But in fact, this sentence was repeated over and over again in his mind, and it was constantly amplified.

"You still love her."

"Absolutely." Snape spat out a word. He never moved his eyes from looking at Harry, and he never let go of the slightest change in his expression. He knew how depressed Harry was now, as if he was so light Just spit out a word that has nothing to do with him, and he can no longer float up from the deep blue ocean to take a breath of air and just drown like this.

"Ah, then why aren't you with her? I mean—" With the heels of his hands resting on his forehead, Harry was restless and quiet enough to scare even himself.He was afraid—maybe tonight would be the end.

He waited until Prince, but his prince no longer belonged to him.

He licked his lips, tasted salt in the dryness.

"Since you like her, you shouldn't give her up—anyway, you don't remember me anyway. I won't blame you."

"What a holy father, with Gryffindor-style self-sacrificing heroism." Snape snorted coldly, "But I only saw a coward clamoring to quit, your courage was swallowed up by your recklessness and self-righteousness Now, it’s amazing how cowardly you can still maintain your messianic demeanor with any excuse.”

He talked so long that Harry couldn't keep his head down, and he looked up with bloodshot eyes at the bastard who forced him to look directly at him!He is always like this, forcing him to face those problems directly, even unwilling to give him a chance to escape.

"You've changed!" Harry muttered and then blamed, his eyes also became firm, the emerald green eyes were washed by the original moisture, and they were shining and colorful under the candlelight, and now they are as bright as a star baked in the firelight gems.

"Yeah." Snape hummed meaninglessly.

"You didn't accuse me like that before." Harry stared at Snape resentfully, "You're in love with someone else! You want to get rid of me! You target me all the time! And you set up problems that you can't finish writing! Still, still forcing me to believe in bribes!"

"You call this bribery!" Snape laughed angrily, and the corners of his mouth pulled up in a half-smile, his cold eyes were like ice knives on the little bastard's shoulders, "Are you concerned about your stunted There's a misconception about being shriveled."

"Maybe that's all you need." Harry cut out, "Who knows if you have a copper fetish."

"Potter!" Snape pressed his throat, and the voice seemed to be gushing from the depths of his throat.

Harry's shoulders trembled in fright, and in the next second he felt the dull pain in his butt suddenly doubled, and he moved back thinking that the other party couldn't see him.

"I'm not in love with copper." Snape recovered his expressionless face, his expression serious as if he was discussing an academic paper, "I really don't like your baby body that smells like milk."

"No one forced you, and no one gave you drugs." Harry paused. He doubted whether the potion yesterday had an aphrodisiac effect, so he changed his words again, "At least you were really willing to force me just now."

"You call that coercion?" Snape raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't it? I said I refused." Harry felt that he had sufficient evidence, that he was completely a coerced person, and he didn't cooperate!

"I call that adultery." Snape smirked.

"Who likes to be poked by a corncob!" Harry complained unbearably.

"I know you're happy with my size." Snape put his arms around Harry's shoulders and kissed the corner of the little bastard's mouth.

"Obviously you were dissatisfied with me in the first place!" Harry yelled.

"Even if you act coquettishly, Potter. I won't take back my words." Snape returned to his indifference, "But even the most senior rational person has emotion, and when the fluctuating emotion crosses the threshold, it's hard to extricate yourself. "

The author has something to say:

Harry's indifferent face: Hard to control yourself?Humph, haven't you become straight and straight already?

Snape: There's no one who won't bow down under the Savior's trouser legs, for which Gryffindor deducted 10 points.

Harry hugged Snape's trouser legs: I would do anything!Add points back QAQ