[HP] Don't talk to me

The downpour showed no sign of stopping as Snape ran onto the platform.He ran for a while, and all the rainwater poured into his collar, and the black robe was sticking to his body, already soaked.He was shivering from the cold, panting, stretched his neck to look at the platform, and then asked the conductor at the ticket window: "Has the train started?"

"It opened 10 minutes ago. I'm sorry. If you want to buy tickets for the next flight, please wait for the "Daily Prophet" announcement ten days later."

"Where will the car be parked?"

The conductor was reading the newspaper, but at this moment he finally looked up and looked at the man outside the window.It was a young man with an anxious expression, his cheeks were covered with rain, and a few strands of black hair hung on his forehead, condensed into a strand.

"King's Cross Station."

"Can I go to the platform and have a look?"

"Now? Of course."

Snape nodded his thanks, and walked into the platform under the curious eyes of the conductor.

He stood on the edge of the platform, where the rainwater formed a densely flowing rain curtain, making a rustling sound.He was fascinated and kept staring.

After watching for a while, he lifted his foot, walked through the rain curtain, and walked into the rain.There is no dry place on his body, so it doesn't matter if he is more wet.The rain slapped on his black robe, patter, patter.

As if in fantasy, she was standing next to her, and the roar of the train approaching the station could be heard in the distance. She turned her head and glanced at the giant slowly entering the platform, turned her face and smiled at him, and waved gently.

Goodbye.

He lowered his eyes and looked at the rails. The rails were attached to the ground, lying there quietly. Small puddles of water filled the straight lines and arcs drawn by the steel, everything was moist.

He still missed it.

Returning from the principal's office that afternoon, he sat at his desk in the cellar all night because he couldn't sleep.Closing his eyes, he could think of what kind of experience he had experienced in the past 20 years, and all the sorrow and anger rushed out.And the haunting moments, the black silent moments - about parents, childhood, time at Hogwarts, dark magic, prophecies, his promise to Dumbledore... and those green eyes .

In the past few years, he has never slept particularly peacefully. In his immersed dreams, these things are like colored balls in a lottery pool, and one of them will always be shaken out and rolled into his deep sleeping mind.

But now, memory has become even heavier, and it is no longer a single attack, but a chrysalis.

He tried to close the floodgates, but there was no way.His pulsating pieces are much more colorful, clear and fresh.Sometimes it's a faint scent of hair, sometimes it's the smell of each other's body when hugging, sometimes it's the smoke from a meal, and more often it's the smell of potions in the cellar.The burning of the cauldron produced thousands of smells, some good, some bad, and he had never been fond of potions, though he had to make a career out of them.But he misses these things at the moment, just because of her.

She was a good girl, Dumbledore was right.And about this, he knew better than Dumbledore.She is so beautiful, but not limited to beautiful.She's so smart, but occasionally does something stupid - she's alive.

And for many years, he thought of himself as nothing more than a rotting corpse lying in a coffin, waiting for the lid to be put on.Maybe someone will take pity on him and come along one day and dig him a hole and bury him in the ground.There might never be such a person—but he no longer cared.Naturally, she shouldn't have stepped in, stepped into his coffin.There was too much contrast between the stench of the muck and the whiteness of her skin.

However, he couldn't let go of his thoughts about her.He seems to be standing in a theater where there is no one else, and the curtain is drawn, and the memory of the silent film in the past is all stuffed in a wooden box full of dust in the corner, and all thoughts about her are in the center of the stage, turning over and over, Presented in front of him hoarsely.

I don't know how long this performance lasted, but suddenly, my strength seemed to be exhausted.The picture in front of him was still, and the sound stopped abruptly.He found that the curtain was falling slowly, and Ta Effa stood in front of him, looking at him expressionlessly.The curtain hid her hair, her face, her neck—and she stretched out her right hand, fingers slightly apart, toward him.Her whole body was blocked by the curtain, except for the arm stretched forward.

Snape froze, stepped forward, and tremblingly grasped her only remaining hand, a cold one.

Something broke inside him, and he shook himself, then jerked awake.

It was well past dusk when he settled into the chair in the cellar, and the room was dark.When his consciousness regained consciousness, there was already a glimmer of light around him.He immediately looked up at the wall clock on the wall.

07: 30.

It was still raining outside the window, he was wearing very thin clothes, and sitting in the cellar all night, his body temperature had dropped to the point where he shivered.He stood up and ran out of the cellar.

He bumped into McGonagall and Flitwick, who were walking and talking in the corridor.

"Where's Tata?" His voice was so loud that he was a little surprised.He couldn't bear to wait for the two of them to stop to answer, then turned the corner and went downstairs.

He ran into Hagrid, as he was walking across the lawn. "Where's Tata?" But before Hagrid could respond, he strode forward and ran away.

He met Dumbledore, standing at the school gate, waving at him.He stopped, and before he could catch his breath, the other party had already said with a bright smile, "Severus, do you know the shortcut to Hogsmeade?"

He made it to the station at last, not in time to stop the eight o'clock train from leaving.

Snape withdrew his thoughts and let out a long sigh.

He was going to London, and he couldn't apparate near King's Cross station, he had to think of the fastest way to get there as fast as he could.

As for what would happen when he got there, he didn't think about it.

Just let him be selfish once and live for himself once.

He turned around and was about to walk out of the station.

Then, he froze for a moment.

The dream came into reality, she stood by the bench on the platform, leaning on the back of the chair, looking at him.

Is it hallucination?He reached out and stroked his chin.His hands were cold, and the biting chill pressed against his skin, making him shiver.

Ta Effa's chest rose and fell violently.

"Why are you here?" She opened her mouth, ready to ask.But the sound of the rain swallowed her voice.

Snape raised his foot, but Ta Effa moved even faster, and had already rushed over, stopped him on the spot, and stretched out his arms to hug him tightly.

He also returned a strong hug, holding the back of her head with one hand and wrapping her waist with the other.His movements are powerful, as if she is part of him, they're just re-inserted.

They stood in the rain, unobstructed.

"I got in the car and got off again. I just didn't give up. I wanted to wait for the last time to see if you would come to me. I figured it out. If you didn't come after I waited today, I would stay At Hogsmeade, and then catch the next train in ten days, never to return." Ta Effa's mouth was pressed against his earlobe, slowly opening and closing, as if it was a person who would wake up after being a little louder dream of coming.

She broke free from his embrace slightly, hesitated in her eyes and said, "Are you here to see me off? If so, I'm very satisfied. I really can't stand not saying goodbye to you."

They were so close that their noses almost touched their noses.Snape stared greedily into her eyes, those clear blue eyes, now shy and suspicious.

He can't let her guess anymore, he made his own decision.

"I'm not here to see you off," he said slowly, "I'm here to pick you up. Don't go, let's be together."

When he looked at her, his eyes were filled with inconceivable surprise for a moment, and then other emotions appeared vaguely: hesitation, disbelief, fear... He couldn't take it anymore, so he freed his hand to straighten her face, and gently pressed the kiss to her lips.

This kiss immediately ignited the thin thread between them.She murmured and let out a trembling whisper, which made him tense up.

They had been this close once, though she didn't remember it.But this time, it was no longer just one person's manipulation, but two people's wholehearted dedication.

Snape's ear tips were hot, his abdomen was hot, and his cold body seemed to warm up extremely quickly.He felt the girl in front of him trying to kiss him a little bit, and there was no way to return a light and thin peck on his lips, clumsy but full of extreme enthusiasm.With a little force, he grabbed her lips, sucked and tried to penetrate with the tip of his tongue.He had no experience, it was all about feel, but he knew he felt right, because she gasped in surprise, and then began to imitate his movements, pleasing him.

The two newbies in love started to explore their own world little by little in the heavy rain.

After a while, they recovered from the lingering, only to feel that their bodies were very cold.Ta Effa turned his face away and sneezed softly.Snape's black robe was getting heavier and heavier with the accumulated rainwater. He glanced at Tal Effah, but it was not much better.Her light gray wizard robe was also completely soaked, clinging tightly to her body, reflecting the curve of her beautiful figure.

"Should we go back to school?" He murmured. "Or go somewhere else?"

All in all, it's not a good idea to stay here.The sound of the door opening came from the ticket window in the distance, and the conductor with the gray and long beard slowly got out of the small box, and immediately looked in their direction in a daze.

Ta Effa held his head high, his eyes brighter than ever.

"I want to go to your place, your home, Spinner's End."

As soon as he landed at the mouth of Spider's End, Snape hurriedly walked towards the house deep in the alley.He was worried that this heavy rain would make her sick.In that case, he had to push her into the sofa in the living room, spread a blanket over her, light the fire in the fireplace, and find some potions for her in the storage room to keep her warm.

But his hand was held by her.

Ta Effa said softly, "Go slowly."

He slowed down obediently, holding her palm tightly, and turning his head to look at her from time to time as he walked forward.He still couldn't believe that she was really there, and an hour ago, he was still desperately thinking that they might never see each other.

Ta Efa felt tired, but satisfied.

She felt the warmth coming from Snape's palm, and felt her whole body was burning.

She had dreamed countless times in her dreams that she and him walked through this alley holding hands, and then pushed open the door together.They had walked this road together once, but she was his student then.What she wants is the company of a couple.To be truly with him—that was her greatest wish, and now it had come true.

After walking for a while, Snape finally realized that something was wrong.He propped up a barrier with his wand and raised it over their heads.The rain was sheltered, and they walked in the rain more calmly.

In this desolate and lonely alley, apart from the sound of rain, there is only the sound of their treading water.Ta Effa turned his head suddenly, looked at Snape, and smiled brightly.Then, she let go of his hand.

He was a little flustered and wanted to grab it again, but she ran away and ran into the rain again.

"Let's compete to see who will arrive first!" She dropped this sentence, and she had already opened a distance of five meters from him.

He laughed dumbfounded, and hurried forward.

When the door was pushed open, Snape rubbed Ta Effa's wet hair, and then, as if punishing him, he precisely stuck out his lips and planted a light kiss on her lips.

She responded skillfully and deepened the kiss.

In the second before she was distraught, she had been secretly praying: May her life be as happy as it is today.

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