Veela of HP

, his expression was confused, as if he hadn't broken free from the inner struggle.

Snape sighed inwardly, held Harry's hand directly, and pulled him into the hot water. The thin stream of water soon wet Harry's shirt, and the white shirt became transparent and stuck to his body , you can vaguely see two red dots on his chest, and when you look down, you can clearly see the lines of the abdominal muscles, sexy and charming.

But Snape was not paying attention to the scene in front of him, he held Harry's hand intently, carefully rubbing the dried dark red blood on his hand, even the crumbs of flesh in the fine cracks of the nails were caught by Snape It came out, and was quickly washed away by the continuous flow of hot water. The blood was washed away, and Harry's hand returned to pure white.

Snape's hand was warm, warmer than hot water.A sentence popped into Harry's mind, and the next moment he stared blankly at his clean hands, but the smell of blood couldn't be washed off, Harry thought, he might not be able to wash off the lingering rust smell in his whole life, the strong The black and sinful scarlet overlapped repeatedly in the dream and in the reality. The previous days were so beautiful that he almost forgot what kind of person he is now.

Harry himself knew that the pure self in his student days had long since died in the war, or after he thought Snape had died, the innocent self who couldn't even recite the death curse had also died.Less than an hour before he thought Snape was dead, he killed the big snake with the Killing Curse, and the next day he learned to use the Cutting Curse to hurt humans. Later, he met Bella and subconsciously thought After casting the Killing Curse and hitting this insidious and vicious woman, Harry found that killing people was not difficult, and later he even started to torture the corpse, making the corpse bloody and fragmented, completely invisible. The companions began to turn away from him, the hesitation and sadness on the faces of his friends, and Harry was afraid that one day he would find the disgust in their eyes.In the end he killed Voldemort, and Harry hoped that this would be the last person to die at his hands, but Harry also knew that he couldn't control the growing tyranny in his heart, killing was so easy, fun, and exciting Intoxicated, even though Harry himself knew it was wrong, he still couldn't refuse the devil's temptation.

So, he fled, like a cowardly deserter, he longed to wander, and then died wandering, as a nameless vagabond, no one knew the truth of the savior.

But reality will never be subject to people's imagination. Harry has found his own place, he doesn't need to wander, and he doesn't need to give up on himself to be gradually swallowed up in the bloody mud.

However, Harry also didn't want Snape to know his other side, desperate and painful, the kind of distortion that was not suitable for a savior, he didn't want Snape to recall his past experience again, it was too painful.

Even if he was abandoned, Harry didn't want his partner to suffer. He would rather die quietly alone. As long as Snape could live happily in the sunshine away from the darkness of the past, it was worth it.

The self-loathing in Harry's heart emerged again, like an invisible black hand, grabbing Harry tightly and dragging him to the abyss underground.

"Thinking about what?" Snape asked, reaching out his hand to gently wipe off the drops of blood on Harry's face, and then touched Harry's left cheek, which was blue and swollen from the beating.

"Hiss." Harry let out a gasp, the left side of his face was numb before, but now that Snape touched it, it hurt so much that Harry backed away from Snape's touch.

"The smell of blood is terrible." Harry wanted to back away as he spoke, but was caught by Snape. He stretched out his hand and slightly pulled Harry's jaw open, exposing his blood-stained teeth. Harry wanted to break free from the inner struggle After a while, he still put his hand down, allowing Snape to examine his mouth carefully.

After discovering that the corner of Harry's mouth was only cracked and all teeth were missing, Snape realized that Harry was indifferent to his wound, even if it was a lesson for the little bastard, Snape decided to check it out himself.He opened his mouth to kiss the unsuspecting Harry, Harry's eyes widened, and Snape swallowed the pained cry.Snape carefully licked each of Harry's teeth, and then the inner wall of his mouth, Harry's tongue began to push back but was quickly hooked by Snape's tongue, so the tight inspection at the beginning also became Out of tune, Snape deepened the kiss, accidentally touching the corner of Harry's cracked mouth, and Harry let out a whimper of displeasure, so Snape changed the direction and continued the kiss, and his hand began to caress Harry's body, from neck to chest to stomach.Snape wanted to keep going, but the smell of blood in his mouth reminded Snape of Harry's wound.

So Snape let go of Harry, who had already pinned Harry against the bathroom wall.

Harry was panting violently, and he pulled at the wound at the corner of his mouth, making a thin gasp.

"And now I'm the same as you." Snape's eyes caressed the wound that was beginning to heal at the corner of Harry's mouth, and now that they both smelled of blood, they were the same.

Harry's emerald green eyes were burning with fire, and his eyes were full of love, watching Snape intently.And at this moment, Harry also felt the familiar heat that came every night, and he knew his body was starting to moisten, ready for Snape.

"You can do what you want!" Harry cut his voice, said in a self-defeating manner, his fair face stained red, and then turned his head away, just not looking at Snape.

But Harry raised his right leg and hooked it to Snape's body, preventing him from leaving.

"When will you get rid of these Gryffindor-like whimsy that randomly speculate on other people's minds?" Snape frowned, and he reached out to move Harry's leg that was rubbing against his waist, now is not the time to do such things Even if it is because of Veela's nature, it will only become an excuse for Harry to escape. Satisfy him at this moment, what about the next moment?Snape didn't want to do this kind of business where the pay and reward were completely unequal, it would only make Harry's state worse.

"You should be hungry, I'll cook." Snape said as he turned to leave, but was knocked down by Harry, his back hit hard on the tiled floor where hot water was flowing, Head dizzy.

"Damn it, you..." Snape cursed subconsciously, he hadn't recovered from the dizziness, he reached out and touched the back of his head, severe pain swept through Snape's mind.The violent impact is estimated to have resulted in a mild concussion.His back was numb with pain, damn Potter, did he think he was as thick-skinned as him?He should have educated Potter a long time ago and let him know what being well-behaved is!Those Gryffindor resistances that shouldn't exist had better be curbed by him!

But the next moment Snape closed his mouth, ready to scold Harry speechless, because of Harry's next move, he unzipped his trousers and grabbed the thing he had been ignoring. XX who has long been clamoring for release.

Harry's veela instincts suddenly took possession of his head at the moment Snape refused, coupled with his wildness that had not yet receded, so he pushed Snape down, kicked off his pants neatly, and separated His legs sat between Snape's crotches.

Dazed by the unconscious contraction inside his body, Harry directly touched Snape's thick and long thing. Harry couldn't help jumping up at the thought that it belonged to him, and he showed Snape Smiling proudly, he sat down directly.

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Afterwards, Snape reluctantly pulled Harry up to clean up. Harry muttered, and bit Snape's hand in dissatisfaction. When Harry let go, Snape's hand had a deep red circle. teeth marks.

"You deserve it." Harry snorted, "I now know that the pain in my back and butt that I suffer every night is all on purpose!"

Indeed, Harry, who was still in a lazy state after being satisfied, found that although he was completely weak, his waist was not so sore. Although there was still a dull pain inside his body, it was negligible. As long as he regained his strength, he could definitely Go play Quidditch.So that period of time before him was entirely on Snape's will!

Snape snorted coldly, and curled his fingers that were cleaning Harry. Harry let out a moan from the stimulation, and his body that still had the strength to scream limply leaned against Snape's body.

"I thought you asked for these." Snape refused to admit that he was seduced, and he blamed everything on Harry's desire/dissatisfaction.

Harry remembered what he had said in his veela nature begging Snape not to let him leave his body, and buried his face in Snape's arms in embarrassment, he didn't want to face Snape like this.

"I hate veela, I hate the goddamn estrus!" Harry's shy and angry voice wafted through the bathroom.

Snape turned off the shower and summoned a towel to wipe it off.

"Don't worry, as long as you are pregnant, the estrous period will be over." Snape twitched his lips, he was looking forward to that moment.

Harry gasped after hearing this, and pretended he didn't hear this sentence, he didn't know anything, what estrus/estrus, what Veela, it had nothing to do with him!He is a man, so he can't get pregnant!

Smelling the lemon smell of the newly put on shirt, Harry sat at the newly bought dining table and began to think wildly. He glanced at his flat stomach, thinking that the abs he had worked out so hard would become loose, and his belly It bulged into a ball, and sighed tangledly.

"Shouldn't it be now?" Harry grunted, stretched out his hand to touch his stomach, but withdrew his hand in fear, as if a person had lived inside.