69novels Chapter 9 (Chapter Deleted)
Chapter 9 (Chapter Deleted)
Chapter 9 (abridged)
see you next week?
The next morning, Harry lay in his dormitory in Gryffindor Tower.
He tried not to think about the next week.
Imagine Snape and him... Harry swallowed, annoyed at his obsession, he shouldn't have asked Snape so strangely, and the damned Snape agreed indifferently!
It wasn't until the morning, when Ron woke up and called him, that Harry struggled to realize that he wasn't actually asleep.
On this day, under the reminder of Hermione and Ron, Harry guessed that the time had slipped away, as if the hands were being moved and spinning away quickly.The end of the term was drawing to a close, and their classes were getting more and more intense. Harry felt nothing about it, but a little panicked. He had already made too many appointments with Snape.
Stop it, it's time to end.
But Harry didn't, he couldn't stop himself, next time... next time?Harry always had a hunch that something was going to be wrong.
Snape was with him... not with this Harry Potter from school, he reminded himself, not to get too involved.
When did it start?When should it end now?Harry didn't want to think about why he was attracted to Snape.
He threw Snape into the trap first, then let himself jump into it too.If he could still get away... Harry murmured to himself, think about it, how did he do it?Let Snape be with him every Saturday night... He likes to rebel, cursing Snape without restraint, even if he fails in the end, those rebellions make him more and more addicted——
Harry shook his head, trying to focus on his homework.
90.00% of the time he and Snape meet, they're making|making love.And 50.00% of the time, they are fighting each other for mastery.
40.00% of the time, Harry swallowed, Snape was compulsively controlling him, and he - he was to blame for the excitement, Harry whispered to himself, but he didn't really Hated Snape's brutality, and Snape's hands...
Don't even think about the damn thing!It was daytime - and Harry was running hot from the thought.
Damn Snape would never find out who he was, or - he hoped so badly to be found out.He would be ridiculed, and perhaps, Snape hated him in the end!But in this way, they will never be friends!At the same time as this idea appeared, it reminded Harry viciously that he didn't want to be friends with Snape!He even hoped for Snape's revenge.
It doesn't matter, Harry thinks it doesn't matter, fuck him be friends.
"Harry, what's the matter with you?"
"It's okay, I'm thinking about how to do this problem."
"You should read this book."
He tried his best to prolong such a good time.
At Hogwarts, Harry would peek at Snape countless times.
Occasionally, he would notice—Snape, who had never been in a good mood, his serious expression became much lighter. Occasionally, Harry was horrified to find that Snape was walking back and forth in the corridor at a relaxed pace.
Harry's hairs stood on end, he couldn't imagine it, but it happened right in front of his eyes!
But the time for him to leave school is getting closer and closer.As school life drew to a close, Harry thought about his date with Snape on Saturday.
Even Ron and Hermione found out that Harry was in love, but Harry didn't want to tell them who it was.
After Potions on Wednesday, Harry always looked forward to meeting Snape, although that meant nothing good would happen.
But today Harry was in a hurry to see Hagrid. He was standing in the corridor with his head bowed, waiting for Ron and Hermione, and occasionally a few Ministry of Magic staff happened to pass by in the corridor.Nothing happened to Hogwarts recently?Harry felt strange, and Ron and Hermione followed. The Ministry of Magic staff Harry had glimpsed also turned down the aisle and disappeared from his sight. Harry's attention was refocused on his companion.
"Have you heard?" Ron asked Harry.
"What?" Harry asked.
"We just heard Goyle and Crabbe talking." Hermione picked up Ron's words and lowered her voice, "It's about Snape..."
Harry craned his neck, listening carefully.
Ron couldn't help interjecting, "I heard that Snape is very popular, do you know that! They said that Snape attended a certain banquet, and he was favored by many girls..." He said with a strange look in his eyes Floating to Harry.
Harry turned his head slightly, looking a little weird.
"Didn't you find out, Harry." Hermione seemed to remind, "Actually, there are quite a few girls in the school who discussed Professor Snape in private."
"About him?" Harry asked.
"Discussing him?" Ron exclaimed. "What has he got to discuss?"
"Devotion." Hermione murmured softly, "Girls actually think of Snape pretty well..."
Harry's heart skipped a beat, "Really?"
"We all think you're to blame for that," Hermione added.
"What?" Harry asked.
"You let everyone know what he did to your mother..." Ron was vague.
Harry's heart sank even deeper, no, it's normal, isn't it? ——
"And then," said Harry, "who did he accept?"
"Blake and Goyle are said to say that Professor Snape enjoys being surrounded," said Hermione, "but hasn't accepted anyone yet."
"Oh," Harry nodded, "Okay." He breathed a sigh of relief, but was speechless again.
It wasn't until the next day that Harry heard from the dinner table what the people from the Ministry of Magic came for. There was some disturbance in Diagon Alley, and it had something to do with the dark wizard. They came to find Snape.
"What does this have to do with Snape?" Harry wondered.
"Maybe they think he's great?" said Ron.
Moxie shrugged. "Maybe they think he did it."
"I proved his innocence." Harry emphasized, patting the table emphatically with his palm.
Moxie flinched, "Everyone knows, but the people from the Ministry of Magic... maybe they just want to ask for information." At the end, Moxie muttered.
Harry turned his head to look at the teacher's desk. He paid attention to Snape's expression, but he looked the same as usual. After thinking about it, Harry believed that Professor McGonagall would not sit idly by.If something had happened, he would have found out eventually, too.Harry was distracted by the tension, and he kept thinking about what was going to happen on Saturday.
He's giving Snape a date!
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Saturday night.
Harry stood at the door of the bar in a daze ahead of time, he began to think wildly, maybe Snape was just joking with him, maybe he suddenly didn't want to come tonight...
Five minutes later, Snape suddenly appeared in front of Harry. Harry turned his head and focused on Snape. kinda silly.Harry ran up, put his arms around Snape, and offered to kiss Snape on the cheek.
Snape was expressionless, seemingly unmoved by Harry.
Harry blinked at Snape, not disappointed by Snape's indifference.Snape was silent, occasionally acting a little silly, inexperienced?
"Shouldn't you...kiss me?" Harry tiptoed slightly, softly reminding the frowning Snape.
"In public?" Snape questioned, but he also had doubts about his own question. He looked down at the smiling Harry, and he lowered his head and kissed Harry's lips.
Harry was taken aback, he didn't expect Snape's response, the curvature of the corner of his mouth couldn't be concealed.
"It's not as much as I thought..." He was surprised that Snape's hand was ravaging his ass.
"What?" Snape squinted, threatening Harry's question.
"I thought you didn't like it." Harry pushed Snape away, took his hand and said, "Let's go."
Snape was distracted, but he didn't ask any questions. He followed Harry to another street that was bustling at night.Harry led Snape through the Muggle streets where he hardly ever came, brightly lit everywhere, and they entered a bright and quiet dining room.
Harry had already made an appointment in advance, and they were led to a separate room as soon as they arrived. The silver tableware was neatly placed on the table, everything was neatly pasted, and there was... ambiguous and charming orange candlelight.Seeing all this, Snape obviously hesitated, Harry turned his head and hugged him, kissed his nose encouragingly, and coaxed softly, "Sit?"
Snape sat down by his hand, he moved his lips, "Obviously—"
"Obviously, that looks a little silly to you." Harry raised an eyebrow to point out what he wanted to say.
He grinned, "Maybe it's all right, I guess?" He prayed that Snape wouldn't say anything that hurt him too much.
Harry wasn't sure, because... it was kind of stupid.
Was he thinking of Snape as, as, an official date?
Stupid!Harry suppressed excess thoughts and acted indifferent.
"Have you dated people like this before?" Snape scanned the table in front of him.
"Yes. But not many." Harry sat across from Snape and thought about it.
Snape fell into a quiet silence, they lost their words, Harry fell into silence, maybe he said something wrong?Or did I do something wrong?
In the silence, the waiter served appetizers and red wine. Harry silently picked up the red wine glass, took a sip calmly, and observed Snape carefully.
Without talking, they slowly enjoyed this untimely dinner.
Harry found that the silent Snape was always looking at him, and his nervousness eased a little. He blinked at Snape who was peeking at him, and then blinked again.
"I'm assuming..." Snape moved his lips, swallowed the harsh words again, looked up at Harry and whispered, "Seduce me?"
"Isn't that so?" Harry muttered.
"what?"
"Obviously you don't appreciate this style of dating."
Snape nodded, Harry glared at Snape... he nodded?How fucking straightforward, Harry cursed, but there was no way - damn Snape, wasn't he?
"You shouldn't—" Snape started, he paused, and then breathed out, "too far away from me."
Harry's eyes widened, he rubbed the spoon in his hand, and the corner of his mouth curved, "What do you hope?"
"Maybe you should be the same as before." Snape stared at Harry, and replied indifferently and rudely, "Just lying on the table and letting me fiddle with it."
"Okay," Harry replied briskly, "maybe next time."
Snape fell silent, muttering vaguely, "Stupid little thing."
"Yeah, yeah." Harry agreed, too indifferent to argue.is not that right?Otherwise, why would he play this stupid game with Snape?Or is he still good?Coaxing Snape into his game?Harry rolled his eyes gruntingly, he was determined not to give up halfway, who knows if there will be a next time?
Looking out of the crystal-clear glass, Harry found his thoughts getting stupider because of this date.
The Muggle world was still bright, and the night life became charming. The dim candlelight shone on Harry's relaxed face, making Snape, who was staring at him, relaxed too.
"I like you very much." Harry said suddenly, and he was stunned for a moment, what the hell was he talking about?Even on the surface, Harry remained calm and indifferent.
Snape stared at Harry, examining him cryptically.
"Dear Severus, as a lover, apart from being a little dull, you are very good!" Harry teased indifferently, interrupting Snape's contemplation.But Harry suddenly remembered that his behavior at the moment was really very different from his usual, normal self, not at all similar, he didn't speak stupidly, teasingly, or frivolously.
Snape narrowed his eyes slightly, moved his lips and said quickly, "If prudence is a kind of dullness in your eyes, then your impulsiveness and recklessness, and your stupid game of traps appear to be mindless enough."
"And I bumped you headfirst into it?" said Harry. "That means you're really inexperienced. Am I your first? Darling."
"I'm not in the habit of causing trouble everywhere." Snape said coldly, suddenly realizing that this was a disguised admission that Harry was his first!He shut up, Snape moved his lips, and closed his mouth cautiously.
He stared at Harry's lips.
Harry was delighted, oh, his first?Maybe not so good - really good!Harry laughed at Snape, knowing that Snape and him usually talked very little.It was always he was talking, Snape echoed occasionally, and if Snape hadn't liked to kiss him, like to hug him... Harry might have suspected that Snape didn't really feel the slightest bit about him.
Even the slightest sense that Snape might be motivated by carnal |lust.
Harry thought vaguely and regretfully that he planned to have sex with Snape, but in the end, there was a slight mistake.
A vague displeasure appeared on Snape's face, and he turned his head away from Harry, but his frown expressed his annoyance.The corners of Harry's mouth curled up, and the smile on his mouth widened, and Snape was frustrated by Harry's smile.
"Maybe," Harry said nervously, sensing Snape's displeasure, "I'd like you to be like that."
God knows how much he hated Snape's attitude before!
"Like it?" Snape sneered. "Or do you have a bit of a masochist?"
Harry blinked, Snape's impassive face revealing nothing.
"If that's the case, yes." Harry smiled, licking his fingertips indifferently, "maybe—"
Snape pursed his lips, he was quiet for a while, Harry's answer was stupid enough, but he chose to accept it readily at the moment, but said indifferently, "Then you should come over instead of sitting across from me stupidly, maybe you lack something Beat the whip."
At that moment, Harry smiled, ignoring Snape's proposal, "Shall we go shopping?"
"Shopping?" Snape paused, distracted by Harry's sudden proposal, and seemed to have difficulty understanding this behavior.
"If you don't go, I won't force it." Harry shrugged, ruffled his messy hair, and glanced at Snape, "I don't have the habit of doing this with anyone anyway. I'm already regretting it, well, actually I'm not good at these dates either."
"..." Snape held back for a long time, and finally replied, "Go."
Harry raised his eyebrows slightly, and decided rashly that they wanted to hurry up and end this quiet candlelight dinner.
An hour later, Harry finally walked out of the restaurant holding Snape's hand, and suddenly felt that it was actually... very good.
He quietly adjusted his hand, spread his five fingers, his and Snape's hands intertwined and closed together, Snape's warm and dry palm was very comfortable, Harry stretched his brows, and they walked out of the transparent glass door, haha Leigh raised his head curiously, and glanced at Snape who looked slightly relaxed.
"What?" Snape asked him softly.
This time Harry suddenly felt that Snape was very soft, and Harry felt his shoulder touch the opponent, the skin on his arm belonged to the opponent, and Harry leaned his head closer to Snape, giving Snape the best of the night. In the few hugs and kisses, Snape's hand hugged him tightly, which made Harry rub his lips against Snape's chin in a daze. The feeling of warmth on his chest was intoxicating.
After Snape kissed Harry, he suddenly said, "It's not bad, actually."
Harry stared, Snape's black eyes flickered, and he stretched out his hand to ravage the dazed Harry, tossing his messy hair to and fro.Harry slapped that hand away angrily, and squeezed Snape's palm tightly.
There are many people on the street, and they are strangers to each other. The strangeness caused by this crowding makes them relax.Harry damned thought that maybe it was trapping him, making it harder to break free.
…nobody knew them here, and Snape hugged him in the light.
Even tonight, after the final parting, everything will return to the way it was.
But he would, Harry murmured inwardly.