[HP] The Curse of Harry Potter and Slytherin

The night is dark.

The night sky was full of stars, and when most people were falling asleep, the Hogwarts infirmary was still not quiet.

"Madame Pomfrey, can we go in and visit Harry Potter?" A faint voice came through the unlocked door.

"God, you are already the No.20 second batch of people who said they would visit Harry Potter today! Children, the patients need to be quiet, I can't let you in. And it's almost curfew time!"

"Isn't it here yet? We won't bother him! Just... want to see him, I heard he drove Umbridge away, we all think he is very brave," a girl whispered Then, he held up the fruit basket in his hand, "We brought him some gifts."

"The gifts that the child received would fill the medical room, and he is not a monkey, so you can't let you watch—"

Having said that, facing the girls' pleading eyes, Madam Pomfrey let it go, "Up to 3 minutes."

The little girls shrieked softly with joy, pushed and shoved into the ward, and then all of them immediately silenced in fear, not daring to move forward.

"Professor Snape!"

Although they only stayed at Hogwarts for one year, it was enough time for them to understand how gloomy and unreasonable the potions professor was.

Snape's black figure stood in front of the hospital bed, emitting bursts of cold air.

With a gloomy face, the death ray swept across the shivering first-year students in front of him one by one.

"go out."

"S...Professor Snape! I... Let's visit..." The leading girl mustered up her courage to show him the fruit basket in her hand.

Snape glanced at her impatiently, his eyes became even colder, and he looked like he was going to eat people, "Put things down and get out."

Trembling, the girls placed their small gifts next to the pile of gift boxes in the center of the ward that almost touched the ceiling, and fled with the support of each other.

Snape angrily strode over to close the door, thought for a while, then raised his wand and cast the Imprisoning Curse.

Anyway, Madam Pomfrey had just given Harry a regular checkup, and the next checkup was two hours away.

For three days, there has been an endless stream of people visiting Harry every day, most of whom are admirers of Harry.Snape swept through the mountain of presents sullenly, gritting his teeth for the umpteenth time to resist the urge to tear them apart or clean them up.

His eyes fell on the hospital bed and softened.

Harry lay there quietly with his eyes closed, his messy hair scattered on the white pillow, his cheeks flushed, and his breathing steady.

Snape reached under the quilt and touched Harry's hand, it was warm.

He held Harry's hand, bent over slowly, carefully placed his ear on Harry's chest, and listened reverently.

"Boom. Boom. Boom."

He listened attentively to this small and beautiful voice, and there was a crystal light in his usually emotionless eyes.

"Wake up quickly, Harry..."

He choked up almost silently, tears streaming down his face at some point.

Suddenly, Harry's fingers seemed to move slightly, and Snape froze.

He threw off the quilt, stared longingly at the two hands clasped, and breathed lightly.

Harry's fingers moved again.

"do not Cry……"

Snape stared blankly at Harry's face.

"I...don't want you to cry..."

The pair of green eyes opened again looked at him, full of reluctance and distress, Snape suddenly woke up and turned his back, wiping the tears on his face indiscriminately.

Harry gasped greedily, pushed himself up and sat up, and Snape subconsciously turned to protect him.

Harry grinned, hooked Snape's neck, and caught him off guard and fell down on the hospital bed with half-supported arms.

"Hey!" Snape tried to break away unnaturally.

"Hey, what are you doing? Be honest!" Harry threatened him ferociously, and added another arm, hanging the whole body on him, and continued to close the distance between the two.

"You..." Snape opened his mouth, suddenly not knowing what to say.

The cheeky little troll is back, and he just loves his rascal look.

He involuntarily put his arms around Harry and looked at him.

The black eyes met the green eyes, as if an invisible electric current sizzled between the two, and the atmosphere in the ward instantly became ambiguous.

"When I was going to die...at that time..."

Harry didn't know when he had already sat up on his knees, with his hands on Snape's shoulders.Snape put his arms around him, and the two of them faced each other, breathed each other's breaths.

"At that time...my only regret...is..."

"What is it?" Snape asked in a low voice.

Harry smiled, trembling slightly, approached Snape, "It just couldn't..."

His final sound disappeared into the lips that met the two.

Snape kissed Harry presumptuously, hugged him tightly as if he wanted to rub Harry into his own flesh and blood, and let himself rise and fall in the uncontrollable fiery emotion.

Harry kissed back passionately, but the jerky touch made Snape even more irresistible. He deepened the kiss impatiently, greedily nibbled on Harry's tender lips, and dexterously chased his tongue, domineering. It took his breath away, almost making him gasp.

Snape exerted a little force, pressed Harry on the hospital bed, and continued to kiss him passionately. Harry accepted his kiss with blurred eyes, one hand was hooked around his neck, and the other hand was pulling at random. His robe, to unbutton his collar.

Snape froze for a moment, reluctantly left Harry's lips, leaned against his ear, closed his eyes and panted heavily.

"Damn..." He gritted his teeth to suppress the still raging desire, his voice was hoarse, "You are not yet of age..."

"Never mind that..." Harry leaned forward to kiss him eagerly, mumbled, "who cares..."

"You—don't move—" Snape hurriedly held him down, gasped suddenly, and growled in frustration, "don't move!"

At this time, he was short of breath, his always pale face was flushed, and he still had half of the cold and gloomy look in the past.

Harry stopped his movements, looked up at him fascinatedly, and suddenly let out a "puchi" laugh.

"Snape...Professor——" He intentionally prolonged the word "professor", which was obviously an honorific, but at this moment it was a bit narrow and ambiguous, he raised his leg impolitely and kicked Kicking Snape, his tone was as smug as possible, "You've always liked me, haven't you?"

Snape pursed his lips and tried to stare at him, but without any momentum.

"Stop talking, you've already liked me, haven't you? Still ignoring me, huh? Still flirting with Umbridge, huh? Do you like Mommy or me more now? Tell me—tell me You, I only allow half of your heart to be reserved for her, and the other half is mine... oh!"

It's not a good thing that the little troll is too active.

Snape kissed Harry again, stopping his chatter, thinking with a headache.

"Bang bang bang!" The sudden knock on the door interrupted the sweet two.

"Why did you lock the door?" Madam Pomfrey's voice sounded outside the door, "Professor Snape? Professor Snape! Open the door! I should check Harry!"