After getting the answer, the strength in John's arm disappeared.
It was Snape who let him go.
John was able to continue downstairs, but became very uncomfortable.
But soon, he heard footsteps behind him - John turned his head in surprise and saw Snape following a few steps away.
"Severus - where are you going?" he asked in surprise, a glimmer of hope unknowingly ignited in his heart.
Snape crossed his arms and looked at him questioningly: "Has Mr. Snape's mind completely forgotten the last life, so that he can't remember that I have to protect your safety?"
John opened his mouth wide.
He really forgot just now.
But John was immediately overjoyed.
At least this attitude meant that Severus didn't have much objection to him, right?
——In other words, he is only in a soul state now, so he doesn’t actually need protection.
"Then let's go to the publishing house together." John said with a smile.
He doesn't care about the state of his soul. He needs Severus' protection anyway!
The two people went downstairs, passed through the living room, and got into the car parked at the door.
Mrs. Laws and George are neither at home now. Fortunately, luckily—otherwise their quarrel in the corridor on the second floor was heard and things would have gone badly wrong.
John started the car, and Snape sat in the passenger seat familiarly.
A few years can really change a person. Snape didn't mind riding in a car now either.
There was silence in the car. John held the steering wheel intently.
Snape considered his words before saying,
"If you hadn't written this set of books in this world, I wouldn't have appeared."
"The John Snape I know has always been you."
" Don’t be mentally burdened,” he said decisively.
"Chi—!" John suddenly stopped the car.
He stared at the steering wheel motionlessly, thinking about something, and then asked slowly:
"So actually... you don't dislike me? Don't you think I'm despicable?"
Snape said sarcastically: "I don't know where you come from. "The place came to that conclusion"
- so John felt confident.
John said thoughtfully: "Then I also have a question that I have been holding back - can I ask you?"
Snape gestured to him.
"Since I like you and you like me, are we dating?"
Snape seemed to have never thought about this question, and he nodded after being stunned.
John then continued to ask: "So since we are dating...don't you think you have done something less recently?"
- He has done something less. Is this the reason why something has been wrong with John recently?
Snape frowned, keenly aware of this.
——But he couldn't figure out what he had done less.
Seeing that Snape was silent and thinking blankly, John unbuckled his seat belt with a click, leaned over and hooked Snape's neck.
"You forgot this, Severus."
John looked at his dark eyes close at hand and kissed his lips hard.
This was the first time John took the initiative to kiss, and he felt like he was beating a drum, feeling very uneasy.
But Snape didn't push him away, and there seemed to be a flash of surprise in his eyes.
John kissed and nibbled on his lips without any skill. Snape's lips were tightly closed, preventing him from entering. John couldn't help but glare at Snape.
A smile flashed in Snape's eyes. He parted his lips, inviting John in. John immediately and unceremoniously drove straight in, but he only had the upper hand for a few seconds - Snape quickly became active and overpowered John's actions forcefully. Their lips and tongues were intertwined, plundering his breath, and his posture seemed to be threatening. Devour John into his belly.
John surrendered to this domineering behavior that did not give him any time to rest. He didn't even have time to breathe, and could only make a small humming sound through his nose. A touch of silver slid down from where their lips were intertwined, making John feel very ashamed. But his hands and feet were weak and he couldn't care less about it.
As they kissed, Snape's hands wrapped around John's shoulders and waist, and John fell back. He turned his face away from Snape's kiss and panted to fumble for the buttons in the car.
"What to do?" Snape asked in a harsh voice. He was a little dissatisfied with John's sudden interruption of the rhythm.
John didn't answer. After groping for a button, he folded down the back of the driver's seat - the seat now turned 180 degrees, like a small bed.
After he lay down, he just looked at Snape, his meaning self-evident.
Snape looked at him condescendingly, his eyes darkening and his breathing quickening. But after a few moments, he suppressed it forcefully and his eyes turned calm.
"No, we are in the car now. And - aren't you going to the publishing house?"
He sat back in the passenger seat and straightened his messy robe.
John punched the seat angrily and said without giving up: "We can go home and use Apparition - the publishing house can go there anytime!"
"What about the car?" Snape was not as good as him. I wish, seriously ask this.
John gritted his teeth and said, "Throw it here!"
Snape frowned and seemed to want to say something else. John was so angry and angry that he sat up and put his hand into Snape's robe without hesitation -
"Damn it - John, what are you doing -!"
Snape's face It suddenly became dark. He stiffened his body and asked through gritted teeth.
John also gritted his teeth and smiled at him: "Severus, you obviously feel it. Why do you keep refusing? Aren't you afraid of holding it back?"
"I'm warning you - let go of your hand -" Snee Pu tried his best to restrain himself, but his breathing became rapid again. His words were intermittently squeezed out from between his teeth. Although he grabbed John's arm and pushed it out, it was obviously not strong enough.
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HP John Snape
FanfictionAuthor: Yue Banshi/月半時 Type: Danmei fanfiction Status: Chapter 151 Introduction to the work: A young man named John Snape traveled to a world without Harry Potter. Then write it and play Snape. The next thing he knew...he met the professor himself. ...