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"Actually, I haven't decided where to go next, maybe you can give me some advice, Severus." Harry said Snape's name naturally, and he himself was a little surprised, but this Not something he needs to care about.Even Harry himself didn't know what he needed, he was at a loss, maybe Snape could tell him.This is what Harry thinks, after being freed, he is aimless now, and he needs a place to stay, he can't go on traveling in the Muggle world, he doesn't even think about going abroad, he has no idea about the unfamiliar environment Can't always adjust well unless someone is with him.

Stay then, Snape didn't say that, he stared at Harry, tormented, he never made decisions for Harry, he wasn't sure if the little bastard would listen to him, between Based on past experience, Harry would only cross his boundaries time and time again, make his own decisions, and foolishly rush to the forefront of danger.

If Snape really wanted to be able to put anklets on the Savior, at least he could make sure he was safe and not have to worry about him.

Maybe he deserved to die at Nagini's mouth, at least he wouldn't be flooding his mind with the idea of ​​locking Harry up now.This kind of rationality flashed into Snape's mind only once and was buried by a mountain of crazy thoughts. He didn't do so much for just a verbal thank you.

He had never expected Potter's friendship, it had never been what he needed.

"Stay here tonight, we can discuss you in depth." The last you lingered on the tip of Snape's tongue, and he suddenly felt a little hot in his throat.

Perhaps, he could collect some interest first.Even if it's just once, he can enjoy it for the rest of his life.Snape thought so, and he stared vaguely at Harry, directly watching him stand on end.

"Okay, okay." Harry subconsciously felt bad, but he quickly put it behind him, indulging in the inexplicable happiness of being able to spend some time with Snape again.

He had no idea what he was about to face, and his own desire for certain things.As a complete activist, Harry was always unable to grasp the true will in his heart, and this was also the root cause of Snape's repressing himself so much.

But the snake can't always suppress his desire to prey, he is always a carnivore.

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"Please do what you want," Snape said before returning to the workshop to continue his potion making.

Harry, who was left behind, broke away from the weird atmosphere, he was relieved, and sat alone on the dilapidated sofa in a daze.

Harry looked at the clock on the wall, listening to the clock ticking quietly, feeling a little lonely for no reason.

But this was Snape's home, and there was only a wall between him and Snape, so thinking about Harry made him happy again, although he felt a little strange about himself like this, but he subconsciously didn't want to think more.

Maybe it was just a hangover from the war, Harry thought, he knew he was insecure, and Snape was so reliable he could rest assured.Harry breathed the scent of Snape in the air, and he liked the smell.But he has less than a day left, and tomorrow he is leaving.

Harry suddenly felt sad, but he forced himself not to think about it, he couldn't disturb other people's lives anymore, he was no longer a child.

In order not to be bothered by the crazy thoughts in his mind, Harry decided to find something to do for himself. He came to the kitchen. Since Snape let him do it, doesn't that mean he can do anything?Harry thought happily, completely misinterpreting Snape's words.

The kitchen was as tidy as new. Harry opened all the cabinets but found no ingredients for him to use. He couldn't figure out how Snape solved the problem of eating.

"Then I'll go do some shopping." Harry thought this way, he wanted to repay Snape's kindness, since Snape was willing to let him spend the night, then he should do what he could.

When Harry walked out of Snape's house, Snape, who was distracted by the cauldron, noticed Harry's departure and was relieved that at least he didn't have to face with those uncontrollable longings that he didn't know anything. Harry.

For the best, Snape thought.

But unfortunately, in less than an hour, Harry came back again, filling the kitchen cupboard half full with big bags and small bags.

As for Snape coming out of the production room to face the smell of food that filled the room, it is unknown what he thought.

"You..." Snape was cut off by Harry.

"Good night, I used the kitchen, I think you must be hungry." Harry smiled kindly at Snape, and then put the stew in the pot, "I don't know what you like, I just made mine will do."

"Potter, is that why you like being a house-elf so much?" Snape looked at the plate in front of him contemptuously.

"I think it's a necessary survival skill." Harry didn't pay attention to Snape's sarcasm, and sat opposite Snape. He unbuttoned the top of his shirt, revealing his delicate collarbone. Summer in London is not It was extremely hot, but Harry had been cooking, and he was sweating all over.

Snape's eyes lingered on Harry, then looked away before Harry knew it.

He's really hungry now, Snape thought, looking at the delicious food in front of him.

Neither of them spoke much, it was a quiet and harmonious dinner.

"Where do I sleep then?" Harry asked after dinner.

Snape remembered that he hadn't tidied the guest room, but that wasn't a problem, Snape said, "Sofa," as it should be, and he shook off the thought that made him harden.

"Can't we just squeeze?" Harry glanced disapprovingly at the dilapidated sofa in the living room.

"No." Snape said forcefully, he couldn't imagine what he would do to Harry, although he did have that intention, but his reason would not allow him to do so.

Harry pursed his lips, took out a can of beer, opened the can and started drinking.The wine helped him a lot during the war, and his drinking capacity was also developed at that time.

Snape frowned, and he got up to go back to his room. He didn't want to be with Harry, especially because he was afraid that he would find an excuse to act.

Harry suddenly felt hot, it was just a can of beer, why did he start to feel dizzy?Harry held his head with one hand and the table with the other, something was wrong, Harry thought, but his mind soon drifted away, and the dizzy Harry no longer knew what he was doing, instinct took over his body.

Harry's cheeks were flushed, and he unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his tanned skin.He needs Severus.Thinking so, Harry looked at Snape who was about to leave with his back turned in front of him, and jumped on him.Snape, who was defenseless, was thrown to the ground just like that.

"Severus." Harry smiled brightly at Snape, put his arms around Snape's neck, opened his mouth and kissed him directly.

Snape only showed surprise for a moment, but soon he convinced himself, grabbed Harry firmly, and responded to the kiss, lips and tongue intertwined, and the ambiguous voice echoed in the space.

His sanity was exhausted very quickly, and Snape, who was tortured by soaring desire for an afternoon, decisively chose to protect his own interests.His hand touched the flesh that Xiao had thought about for a long time.

At the end of the fiery, lingering kiss, Harry squinted his eyes and gasped, his emerald green eyes blurred, his rosy mouth open, panting, caught in a strange urge for the first time.

"Harry." Snape called Harry's name, but there was no response. Harry was tormented by his own desire. He rubbed on Snape's body, seducing Snape in disguise. Go crazy with him.

Snape pursed his lips, pulled back his long-held desire, and returned to his room.

Ah, what a good excuse.Snape thought so.What he did was met with enthusiastic responses from those beneath him.

"Severus." Harry arched and tangled up, he couldn't let him go, he needed him.

Harry's mind was full of Snape, he was crazy about Snape's breath, he even liked the dull pain in his body, he loved the distance that he could feel Snape at any time.

Until Harry let out a long, high-pitched moan, he was immersed in great pleasure, which temporarily filled the uncontrollable hunger and thirst in his heart, and completed the piece that he had been lacking for a long time.

Snape left Harry, who lay beside Harry, hugged him tightly, sighed contentedly, and closed his eyes.

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Harry wasn't in a dazed state all the time, when he was pressed against the door, he had regained some consciousness, but soon he was obsessed with what Snape had done to him. He had never known that kissing could be such a pleasurable thing.

As for when he was caught by Snape later, Harry's consciousness had already awakened, he knew what he was doing with Snape, he was amazed at his cooperation with this kind of thing, and the extreme happiness he got, very happy He quickly forgot what little man's pride he had left, ashamed of his moaning and arousal, and involuntarily seducing Snape above him.

He's really gone mad, Harry thought desperately, seducing Snape like a man. whore.But he knew that Snape didn't love him. He had read the memories Snape gave him. When he thought Snape was dead, he was really determined to die with the heart of Voldemort, but Snape Nep is not dead, so he