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"Boom."

Harry stumbled open the door to the Room of Requirement, nearly tripping over the carpet beneath him.

Snape, who was flipping through a potions book at his desk, turned around when he heard the door open and saw this scene, he immediately cast a Levitation Charm in Harry's direction so that he wouldn't fall to the ground.

"What's wrong?" He moved closer to Harry.

Harry looked exactly the same as in the Pensieve but added many, many different Princes to him - no, it should be Snape.When he saw him, he couldn't help but feel happy, and the second rib on the left was filled with all kinds of warm emotions, which was probably the reaction of seeing a loved one.He was also really in love.

He watched Snape's hand outstretched towards him.

This pair of thin hands has distinct phalanges, and their skin color is fairer than ordinary people.So beautiful - yet so familiar, he couldn't help but see Snape's hand, tapping the blackboard in class, and looking up at him while he sat opposite Snape copying a book in confinement. He is grading homework, holding a piece of parchment in his left hand, and writing scores and comments on it with a quill pen and ink in his right hand.

They are indeed similar, except that Prince's hand is smaller and looks a size bigger than the one.

"What happened?" Snape naturally noticed that Harry was distracted.

"It's nothing." Harry's meaning went back to him being face to face with the young Snape in an instant, his hand was shaking but he reached out and grabbed it anyway.Their fingers intertwined, and Harry tightened his grip, gripping it hard and firmly, as if finding a place where he could rest.

Once he has made a choice, he will not change it.

"Madame Pomfrey asked for Snape, so today's Occlumency class ended early-I learned it anyway, so I won't go in the future." When he said Snape, he glanced at Snape beside him.For a moment he was torn between himself again, the one in the cellar was Snape, and so was the one next to him.

What the hell does this happen? — Time-Turner?

That was the only thing Harry could think of, but he didn't find it in the younger one.

The two Snapes certainly couldn't be the same person.So he wasn't messing with his most hated Potions professor!

"Then why are you in such a panic?" Snape let go of their clasped hands, turned to look at Harry, and saw that the little bastard was undoing his tie, looking like he was about to go to bed.

"Aren't you doing your homework?" Snape frowned disapprovingly.

"Oh, can you forget about homework, it makes me feel..." He was in a relationship with his professor, and Harry swallowed, not wanting to think of the old bat in the cellar anymore - his boyfriend was Not an old bat!Harry sat down on the bed and looked up at Snape - he wasn't exactly handsome, but he was fine with it, he wasn't old or cynical at all.

It is absolutely impossible to turn into the look of hatred and bitterness in the cellar after 20 years!

So they are definitely not the same!

His Prince was just his Prince - and the old Bat certainly wouldn't have named himself a Prince anyway!

"What do you think?" Snape crossed his arms and looked down at Harry, his face cast in shadow by the light overhead.

Harry swallowed.Oh Merlin!Once he knew it was Snape, now he really felt like he was facing the old bastard.

no!Absolutely not!He wasn't dating Snape!

An inexplicable gust of qi rushed from the soles of his feet to his forehead in an instant, kidnapping his reason.Suddenly Harry took off his coat and began to unbutton his shirt.

"I think you're handsome." Harry raised the corners of his mouth, and he lowered his head as if thinking of something that made him laugh.

Oh, does that count as him seducing Snape?He must be crazy!

Snape didn't understand Harry's logic, but his eyes were quickly drawn to it.

Harry took Snape's hand and pulled him down on top of him with a hard tug.He cupped his face and stared at him for a long time.As those brows furrowed, the smile on Harry's face widened even further, and he lifted his head to place a kiss on his eyes.

"I love you."

He is sure that at this time he is conscious and not crazy at all!

"I want you right now."

There is still time to write homework after nine o'clock.

And after that, Harry didn't talk to Snape about what he saw in the Pensieve that night, as if it never happened.He was sure Snape hadn't suspected that he knew he was Severus Snape.

And when he met the big black Snape the next morning, he was sure their magic had worked.His Potions professor had absolutely no idea that he was peeking at the memory he had placed in the Pensieve.

And the old bat shouldn't know that there is still a young him in this castle.Harry is so convinced that Prince is only his secret, he is the prince of his secret.

"Where are we going?"

Harry's teeth were chattering. He was dragged to the Forbidden Forest by his prince just after finishing his Transfiguration homework, saying that he was looking for a snow parasite known as "Luminous Rose", which is a vine plant. It likes to parasitize on cedars that are more than 200 years old. It likes a dark and humid environment but is afraid of cold and heat, so it generally only exists on temperate islands.

It is said that it only blooms at night, and the petals will glow, which is very eye-catching and gorgeous in the dark.Just by imagining it, you will know how beautiful that scene is.

But it was early spring, and the nights were still cold, and Harry couldn't help rubbing his arms.

"Remember your self-consciousness as a wizard, raise your delicate hand and cast a warming spell on yourself." Snape stopped, and looked back at the man who seemed to have blown all his hair off and lived himself like a fried lion Harry, he was not forgiving but still thoughtfully used the No Wand Charm to bring warmth to Harry who needed it.

"You too," Harry replied with a warming charm, and he stepped forward to grab Snape's arm, "Oh, I forgot that ghosts don't feel cold." He said and laughed, entertaining himself too.

Playing stupid is really much happier.

He looked up at the sky, and there was a bright and huge full moon hanging in the middle of the black night.

"It's beautiful," marveled Harry, and the stars faded under the bright moon, leaving the stage for tonight's protagonist, which happened once or twice a month.

"I think our stargazing is also good, ah, I've always thought of us riding a broomstick to look at the stars above the clouds." Harry said, looking at Snape who stopped and stared at him, and returned a reassuring smile , "Don't look at me like that! Don't worry! If I take the OWL flight test, I can definitely pass it with my eyes closed! So I can definitely fly up with you." He looked at the bright moon again.

It was a full moon tonight, so Snape must have brewed a potion of Wolfsbane for Remus.

They must not be able to touch him.

Harry squeezed Snape's hand tightly.

After walking for about 10 minutes, the fluorescent flashes lost their effect.A gleam of light appeared in sight, and they moved towards it.

Soon, a sea of ​​glowing flowers appeared in front of them, colorful, not just white.Pale pink light, light blue and light yellow, layer upon layer, as the vines climbed, these flowers were still climbing, taller than the two of them combined.

The five or six trees here are all intertwined by these vines, forming a sea of ​​flowers.The flower shape of these flowers is like a cabbage-shaped rose, each round, cute and beautiful.Like a bell at night, maybe it will sing when the wind blows.

Harry bent down to pluck one, but Snape grabbed his hand.

"The more beautiful a thing is, the more vigilant it needs to be. The saying is perfect here." Snape said, pulling Harry back and wrapping his arms around him, his breath on Harry's left ear, "Harry, you have to be careful, Gryffindor impulsiveness will get you into trouble sooner or later."

Indeed, these powders are excellent amusing materials, and more than that, they can also be used to heal some damage caused by black magic, but the effect is not as good as the juice squeezed from the petals.

And now that it's spring again, there won't be any stupid magical beings out there looking to take their toll.The pain of not having a mate makes it hard for them to crash their heads against a tree and become food for flowers.

So, if Harry picked a flower, he would stay here for a night of cold wind, and then a day trip to the school hospital awaited him, and maybe he would like the smell of pepper cold medicine.

Harry just felt the skin around his ear was incredibly hot, like the flu, and in an instant the heat spread to his internal organs, and the top of his head was smoking.

"I..." He just opened his mouth and was surprised to find that his throat was hoarse and thirsty.

He turned his head to look at Snape, who looked as calm as before, as if the heat hadn't passed through.They weren't equally hot, but he could synchronize their emotions.

Thinking of this, Harry nuzzled Snape's cheek affectionately, and as his head turned, his lips fell on the slightly cooler skin of the cheek.

"I think we can..." he murmured against Snape's cheek, his voice almost in his mouth, but the syllables flowed through his lips.

"You want to be here?" Snape raised his eyebrows in interest, and he tightened his arms.

For a split second Harry thought Snape was smiling.

"It's not impossible." Harry began to think seriously.

The next second, he was pushed to the ground, and Snape took off his coat and laid it on the ground.

The floral scent seems to be more concentrated, with a strong myrrh aroma.

"Did you smell the scent?" Harry wrinkled his nose, obviously not having this smell before.

"Snowy flowers make you smell what you want," Snape explained.

And soon, Harry's nostrils were filled with more and more bitter taste, which was unstoppable.

Suddenly, the figure of the eerie old bat appeared in his mind, and those surges subsided for a while.oh!The big black bat is simply an atmosphere destroyer!The spokesperson of the Siberian cold wind!

Harry let out a breath, and he offered to pull Snape towards him to save it.

Snow parasites bloom around this time, every year.

And he will choose to come here to pick some on the night when it blooms, so that he can go back and prepare some healing potions against black magic damage, so as to be prepared.

But now, there was a faint hoarse whimpering sound from far to near, and it became louder and louder with his footsteps.

And the spring factors in the air fluctuate more violently, mostly because of the snow parasitic flowers.

The corners of Snape's mouth were pursed, and the furrow between his brows deepened. He took a basket of picked flowers and approached the voice, hoping that the couple full of trash minds didn't block the way he had to pass.

However, his misfortune remained the same as before.

He looked over from afar and saw a black figure lying on top of another person.His eyelids twitched, with a bad premonition—and such premonitions were often quite accurate, interpreting the gloom of his life.

"Prince... that's fine."

Intermittent whimpers came, and Snape recognized the words and the increasingly familiar voice, his face darkened and his body stiffened, but he didn't go any further, he stood there, watching all this occur.The basket in his hand seemed to become heavy, but he just remained motionless, like an invisible thing layered with tree shadows in the dark night.

Snape put his hand over Harry's mouth, and he leaned over Harry's ear, "Shh, this is the Forbidden Forest, your voice will attract beasts." But he didn't slow down at all.

Harry could only hold his head up, bearing it all.His back arched.

Snape gazed admiringly at what was his, and he carefully draped himself over him, allowing his shadow to envelop Harry.

Then, he turned his head and glanced back, as if it was just a casual glance.

Snape caught the hint of that glance, the provocation and the oath of sovereignty like a victorious gesture.

He looked away, but he couldn't stop the sound echoing in his ears.

The basket in his hand became hotter and heavier, like a red-hot iron.He switched hands.

Then he looked deeply at Potter, who couldn't see clearly under the shadow.He seems to have lost his mind, the effect of the snow parasitic flowers is just amazing, yet another example.

He couldn't stand it anymore, turned around and left without a sound.

"Haha," Harry panted, pushing Snape off of him and propping up his upper body.

"What are you looking at?" Snape hugged Harry tightly as he stroked his sweaty hair.

"It looks like someone is there," Harry said, but there was no one there, "Maybe it's my hallucination." He tried to lie down again as he spoke, but Snape grabbed his hand, and their positions were reversed under his exclamation .

"That will make you more comfortable," Snape murmured, rubbing his hooked nose against Harry's cheek.

"Let's just finish and go back! It's too cold in here!" Harry grumbled, but still hugged his prince.

The author has something to say:

This chapter is about night excursions and flower viewing. The big professor thinks they have hot eyes, so he left