HP John Snape

Chapter 50

Disapparating directly to the door of the house, Snape helped John enter the door, which relieved Mrs. Laws who was still waiting in the living room.

He helped John back to the bedroom. He originally wanted to throw it on the bed and just "clean it up" and forget about it.

But John fell asleep on the bed, his clothes were wrinkled, and he looked very uncomfortable.

Snape frowned and hesitated for a moment, then resigned and began to take off his coat.

John who fainted didn't give him the same headache as before. His expression was calm and he looked very well-behaved, letting himself be manipulated.

This made it easier for Snape, who quickly stripped John down to his shirt. Then paused.

There is a problem in front of me.

...how was he supposed to take off John's pants.

Such an act was so intimate.

In the bedroom where no one else was present, Snape's expression changed again and again.

John liked him, he'd always known it.

But he knew that he had always liked Lily. So he couldn't respond to John and kept pretending not to know.

But only John gave him special feelings several times. Although he didn't say it, there was indeed a change in his heart.

That kind of special attitude towards only him also moved him. Therefore, after being able to control his own freedom, he rarely pretended to forget and did not propose to sleep separately.

He didn't know exactly what kind of feelings he had for John.

But he didn't expect that tonight John would take advantage of the drunkenness and kiss him.

This is what it feels like to be kissed.

...

Snape always felt that if he helped John take off his clothes now, things would never be the same again.

——He didn’t want such a change to happen.

But why is he still hesitating?

Snape looked at John's profile as he slept and found that he couldn't answer this question.

He couldn't help but stare at his right hand.

His hands were very rough, and due to years of exposure to potions, they were corroded to an abnormal color. It's neither pretty nor comfortable.

——When John held it, he looked very satisfied and sighed. He had to admit that he was touched at that moment.

That's all, just take off your clothes.

Snape calmed down, lowered his head with a calm expression, unbuckled John's belt, took off his trousers, and placed them at the end of the bed.

He looked away uncomfortably, shook off the quilt first, and stuffed John into it. He also got in and lay side by side on the bed.

He waved his wand and the lights went out.

...

The curtains were forgotten to be closed, causing the morning light to spill in and shine on John's face. He suddenly opened his eyes and showed a cheerful smile -

he had another particularly vivid dream last night. It’s just that this time the dream was very, very good!

He actually dreamed that he was holding Severus's hand and even kissed Severus!

The lingering touch of the bitter smell seemed to still remain on his hand, and John turned his head to look beside him.

——As expected, it was already deserted.

Snape must have gotten up early again and went to his study.

He remembered that Snape seemed to have brought him back last night - no, he had to take a shower quickly after being hungover.

John lifted the quilt and jumped out of bed. But immediately, he froze.

...Where are his clothes? !

His legs were a little cold in the cool air. John didn't think much and quickly got back into bed.

He tried to think, but he couldn't remember whether he had taken off his clothes or how he got home.

"Could it be...Severus?" John thought hesitantly, but he immediately gave up the idea, "No, no, no, no. How could Severus help me take off my clothes?"

John's eyes glanced at the end of the bed. The sweater and trousers were neatly folded, and his expression became solid again.

... But for no reason, why did Severus help him... fold his clothes? !