HP John Snape

Chapter 93

By the time John and Mrs. Rouse came out with the fragrant dishes, Snape had already put down his sleeves and regained his calm expression.

"Severus, let's eat." John said happily. He seemed to have forgotten the thrill just now.

Snape was a little surprised. After all, John usually seemed... after experiencing such a big thing, he would not be so casual.

After dinner, the two of them went back to the second floor as a habit.

Mrs. Laws began to clean up the kitchen and dining table. George looked at the backs of the two people on the stairs, sighed tiredly, and finally took off his sunglasses.

While going upstairs, Snape suddenly felt that something was wrong with John.

But he had a vague premonition, as if he knew what would happen next.

John walked ahead, but went straight into the bedroom. Snape followed without hesitation.

The heavy door suddenly closed - I don't know who hugged the other person first. Snape lowered his head suddenly, blocked John's lips, and rubbed them together. Broken black hair hung down on his cheeks, creating a charming shadow.

John also hugged Snape's waist tightly and responded very positively. He did not close his eyes, but looked persistently at the pair of black eyes, which reflected his appearance - there was no trace of hollowness and indifference in the obsidian eyes, and they were very soft.

John was so fascinated by the sight that he couldn't help but gasp and pull away. Then he couldn't help but stretched out his fingers to trace Snape's face, from the corners of his eyebrows.

Snape closed his eyes slightly and made no move, letting him touch him.

John felt that Snape looked particularly comfortable and calm at this moment, and had a special charm. He was so handsome that he forgot to breathe.

He immediately hugged Snape tightly.

"Are you scared?" Snape asked with a rising tone.

He raised his arms and hugged John back gently but forcefully.

John leaned his face on the man's shoulder, smelled the familiar bitter smell, showed a frightened expression, and whispered:

"Yes, I am still a little scared now... At that moment, I was particularly afraid that you would be killed by Voldemort. , or I was killed by Voldemort."

Snape said nothing, but kissed him again.

This time it was just a light kiss, and the two soon separated. But it was the same as the kiss just now, gentle without any trace of lust/lust, and full of warmth.

"Go to bed, go to bed early today, I'm too tired." John glanced at the curtains, and the curtains on both sides automatically closed in the middle to cover them tightly.

He started to take off his clothes without feeling unnatural at all, and even as he was taking off his clothes, he still had the time to come over and help Snape unbutton his clothes.

"I can take them off myself - and you, Mr. Snape, don't be distracted by doing other things when your pants are halfway off!" Snape felt the veins on his forehead twitching.

——This man whose mind is filled with monsters! Doesn't he know that his half-covered look now challenges people's sanity?

John glanced down, shrugged, took off his trousers without a care, turned around and got back into bed, staring at Snape with burning eyes.

After sharing the same bed for several years, Snape had already become accustomed to changing from sleeping with his clothes on to sleeping after taking off his clothes.

He took off his robe and shirt one by one, revealing some pale skin.

John's breathing became a little rapid.

Snape glared at him - John forced himself to calm down his eyes that were wandering around Snape a little.

Snape lowered his eyes and began to undo his belt with his slender fingers.

He didn't need to look to feel the gaze that almost wanted to swallow him.

Snape was not surprised. In fact, he can understand it, but - he restrains himself very well every time.

The burning gaze suddenly disappeared.

Snape looked up. He saw John looking at him in surprise.

"What's wrong?" Snape raised his eyebrows in confusion, let his trousers slide down, and walked towards the bed.

John gasped, his eyes suddenly filled with disbelief. He stared intently at Snape, scanning from top to bottom, as if he didn't recognize him. When he saw the only piece of cloth left on Snape's body, his eyes looked more like he had been stung, and he suddenly Moved away.

"Severus, you..." John's eyes suddenly showed an unacceptable trace of disgust, and he even leaned back. But he quickly reacted and restrained himself from moving.

Snape's movements and expression froze.

His face suddenly returned to a mask-like indifference and rigidity, his eyes were empty and calm, and his tone was like a piece of frozen marble. He asked calmly: "What?"

- he was hurt by that look and action.

John looked at him quietly, a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes. After a long time, he murmured: "No, it's okay - let's go to sleep."

Snape nodded calmly. With a wave of the wand, the lights in the room went out.

He sat on the other half of the bed, and John had curled up with his back to him, ready to sleep.

Snape didn't move for a long time. He listened to John's gradually steady breathing, and then he calmly opened the palm of his right hand - leaving a few purple-red marks on it. From just now, his nails have been digging deeply into his palms.

The wand was waved again, and the curtains silently opened a corner, letting the clear moonlight shine in and shine on him.

Snape stared at his thin arms, his palms that were corroded into strange colors, and his pale skin. He carefully looked at it inch by inch.

...He is indeed old.

There really wasn't a single good thing about him.

So John finally couldn't stand his ugliness?

Snape lowered his eyes, his face finally showing undisguised exhaustion and pain.

The author has something to say: I watched a few sweet and cruel professor videos, so I wrote this chapter while listening to "A Little Sweet" and "Our Love" hhhh

[Small Theater:

Snape: This guy has something in his head A man full of trolls! Don’t you know that the half-covered look now challenges people’s sanity?

John (laughing innocently): What’s on my mind is obviously you!

Snape: ...]

He suddenly felt that the main text was abusive, but the small theater was still sweet. Is this really good?