[HP] Shh, it's a secret

"I bumped... I bumped into it."

Crabbe's eyes turned back and forth in front of Draco and Snape, the atmosphere was a bit cold, especially Draco's expression gave him the illusion that he was suddenly in an ice cellar.So he had to stutter and explain, but he didn't notice that Draco wasn't looking at him, he had ignored him from the beginning.

"Hey Severus, would you like a drink?" Draco held up an empty glass and waved it at one of the many Snapes.Beside him and in front of him, Goyle and Crabbe stared at the same time and showed the stupidity of seeing the devil. Draco actually called the headmaster Severus, and if he remembered correctly, he was still his godfather!

Snape held back his anger and said nothing, but waved to Goyle and Crabbe to signal them to leave, and he himself sat down on the chair opposite Draco.Crabbe said it happened, but it wasn't always true, although he didn't want to admit it, he came here specifically to find him, to find Draco.Earlier, when he was brewing the potion, he was a little uneasy, and he felt that what he said earlier was a little too harsh.But he didn't expect that when he came out to search, he saw a drunk.If only such a defenseless and drunk Draco.Malfoy had been met by the Dark Lord, Snape couldn't help thinking about it, and he shuddered at the consequences of the guesswork.The anger surrounding him miraculously dissipated.

Soon, only Snape and Draco were left in this corner.

Mr. Snape really wanted to pour a spring of clear water on the face of the drunk so as to wake him up, but in the end he just sighed and took out a soothing agent from his robe pocket and poured it into the empty glass in the drunk's hand.He picked up another and added some whiskey to it.Snape frowned after only taking a sip, too much.

"What is it?" Draco rested his chin on one hand and shook the glass with the other.

"Poison," Snape said quietly.

Draco smiled, his clear gray eyes focused on Snape's black pair: "As long as you give it to me." Then he raised his glass and drank them down.

Snape's pupils contracted violently, and then returned to calm.Draco's eyes were filled with too much, and when he wanted to see clearly, Draco had collapsed on the table, completely turned into a puddle of mud.Snape shook his head and attributed what he saw to his illusion. He paid the bill, stood up, picked up the mud and walked out of the bar.

It's already October, and with the addition of the dementors, the sky is always foggy, and the wind is also bitingly cold.Snape wrapped his traveling cloak around Draco, cast the Disillusionment and Invisibility spells, and Disapparated.This was the only convenience he felt after becoming the headmaster, but Snape would rather not have such a convenience than a lot of troubles after becoming the headmaster.

After a soft chime, they appeared on the big lawn in front of the castle, thanks to his brilliant disillusionment and invisibility spells, none of the students in the castle or by the lawn noticed them.Snape originally wanted to send Draco back to his dormitory, but as soon as he thought of a Potter inside... he decisively turned a corner at the fork, so what appeared before him was his own bedroom in the cellar bedroom.

Snape put Draco on the bed, took off his shoes and pulled up the covers.This is the second time, so he has done everything with ease.Then he stood on the head of the bed like last time, frowning tightly.Such a gaffe is beyond his comprehension, is it because his previous words were too harsh?Or romantically... because of Potter?

Snape instinctively wanted to deny it.When he was cooking the blood tonic earlier, he was thinking that maybe it wasn't Potter, and this thought undoubtedly made him feel better.But soon he thought of another candidate, definitely not one of Gore and Crabbe, the eyes were wrong, or Zabini, or Ron.weasley...

Sooner, he found himself desperately caught in a vicious circle, picking out the possible candidates one by one and then rejecting them one by one with a strange mood.None of them are worthy... But how can love say that it is worthy or not?

The Potions Master was rarely confused, as he had said to his young godson before, he was just his godfather who couldn't care who he slept with at night, he couldn't figure out what he was like now... and the eyes—

These days, he always thinks of that focused aggressive look in the dead of night, and now he must add the hot and desperate look in the bar before.Illusion, the first time was an illusion, and the second time?He thought of what Lucius blurted out in a panic before——

"Severus, the time Draco spent with you recently..."

That kiss, nerve endings...

The expression of the elder Slytherin was gradually distorted, and even the eyes that looked at the young man on the bed became strange.

The young man on the bed did not sleep so peacefully because of drunkenness, his brows were tightly locked together, and he tossed and turned from time to time, like a fish being grilled.Snape pursed his lips and turned to leave his own bedroom.

Half an hour later, he came in again, holding a bright blue potion bottle in his hand.Anti-alcoholic potion, specifically for the strong dragon whiskey he drank at the Three Broomsticks before.Although Snape didn't want to admit it at all, when he was facing only himself, he couldn't deny and couldn't deny that the reason why he took a sip just now was because he could quickly and effectively make the corresponding hangover potion later. .

The young man on the bed just turned over at this moment, revealing his furrowed brows and flushed face.Snape's chest faintly throbbed with an emotion called anger, but he still endured it and sat down on the edge of the bed, helped the young man up and poured the bright blue potion into his mouth along the line of the young man's lips.

"Severus?" Draco opened his eyes in a daze, and when he saw the face of the person opposite, he intuitively thought that he was dreaming again.

"Are you awake?" Snape frowned, turned around and put the empty bottle on the cabinet next to him.

"No, not awake, or..." Draco the drunk murmured vaguely, "Severus..."

Snape turned his head, eyes darkened, a pair of warm and soft lips precisely sealed his nerve endings...fucking bloody nerve endings!Snape's eyes widened and he backed away abruptly, but what surprised him was that his next move was neither to continue to retreat nor to push away, but to put his arms around the young man's shoulders.

Bang - the two of them fell to the ground together in a very tacit understanding, with Snape on the ground.Of course, if he hadn't stretched out his hand to wrap it around, Draco above would have faced down and made intimate contact with his floor.Thanks to the thick carpet underneath, it is finally not too embarrassing.But who will tell him what the situation is now, he was molested by his godson!It's also not the first time, but the shock in my heart is far greater than the disgust or something else...

The four lips stuck together for a while, and Draco propped up his body in a daze.The light gray eyes were still hazy with drunkenness, but gradually they became clearer and more focused, scorching, explicit, or even affectionate.Before Snape could react, Draco leaned down again and kissed Snape's lips fiercely.It is no longer the simple and gentle touch before, but a predatory, powerful and straightforward entry.Prying open the teeth, the tip of the tongue invaded the inside of his mouth, followed by random stirrings again and again, from the palate to the inner wall of the mouth, as if expressing some kind of desire and dissatisfaction, with alcohol, anti-alcoholic medicine and youth unique taste.

Finally, it was no longer limited to the nerve endings, but the entire cerebral cortex or the whole body... The body gradually heated up under the young man's unskilled kiss... Snape felt that he must be dizzy or under the Imperius Curse... …he wanted to push away and even thought about using his wand, but he was so restrained that even the attempt to use the wand seemed to have been detected, and his wand had left him and rolled to the other side of the floor.Or maybe he didn't really decide to resist...

In the confusion, a pair of ironing hands that were slightly higher than body temperature entered the inside of his shirt from under his robe, which was already very wrong, completely beyond his expectations, and what was even more embarrassing was that the lower half of the young man had obviously changed It's already on him... What's more shameful is that his own has begun to... The tragedy of men, including wizards, is that they can never control their desire for... Even if he knows what's on him that stirs him up It was his godson... Humiliated and angry, Snape broke free from the restraints and restrained the restless hand on his stomach.

"You...do you know what you're doing, Mr. Malfoy?" The low voice with a hint of j□j became no longer convincing.

The kissing stopped.

Draco was puzzled and felt the restrained force in his hand, and recalled what he had just heard, obviously not before, but it made everything more real, and the beauty made him want to tremble... Then he smiled, lazily It's half cheating and half coquettish: "Although it is said that because I have just grown up, some things should not be too frequent, but mydearSeverus can only be in my dreams..."

Draco murmured, holding Snape's face carefully, and then buried his head down on Snape's neck, rubbing, biting, sucking and letting out a small sigh of satisfaction——

"Only in a dream...Severus...myprince...not really, is it, but it really makes me feel like I'm going to drown...Severus...Severus...Severus..." Large swathes of scorching breath spit out on the On Snape's neck and Adam's apple...

Snape held his breath, suppressing the urge to speak.He was still immersed in the "Severus" full of affection and nostalgia for a long time, and everything made him feel that it was not Draco who was drunk but himself, like a slut longing for... /woman……

"You... are hard." The young man's voice was joking with pride, contentment and despair, "Even though it's just a dream... I've always wanted to hug you to sleep...Severus...Ilovesomuch, butit's secret..."

Snape was shocked, for what he heard... (364 words deleted below...)

Afterwards, Snape lay on the floor and stared at the ceiling above his head reflecting the green light of the Black Lake. He was absent-minded for a while, and those obsidian eyes still shone with the aftertaste of passion.The young man lay on top of him, maintaining a confinement posture, breathing evenly, and fell asleep with a satisfied expression.

Occlumency works.

Snape withdrew his hand from the young man's soft, damp hair, spread it out, and immediately flew back his wand that had rolled to the side.He held it and pointed it at the young man's back from behind——

"Obliviate"