Harry Potter Fanfiction Harry Stops Talking Snape 소설 & 이야기

##Chapter 88 Harry's POV. Hypnotizing The room fell silent as Lucian sighs. He bent to my level and a gulp escaped down his throat as a result of him forcing himself to talk. “Regardless, Harry, you know how dangerous it is, right?” Lucian asked as he stared at me with an apologetic look, which only means one thing. “Brother, you are not thinking of kil—” I couldn't finish my words before I started crying again.

He tensed for a moment before his hands flew to my hips, gripping me tightly as he kissed me back with fervor. His tongue delved into my mouth, stroking against mine, and I moaned at the taste of him, dark and rich like fine liquor. Snape pulled back after a long moment, his chest heaving. "I don't do games, Miss Granger," he said roughly. "If you're here for a lesson in potions… and pleasure… then we shall begin." He pulled me inside and slammed the door shut. Then he had me pressed against the wall, hands roaming over my body as he claimed my mouth again in a hungry kiss. I arched into his touch, craving more.

Ah lu said as he cut himself from continuing. Hearing this The whole student turned to look at professor Snapes to know what really happened. "well he is correct, there is no way they won't be a few hint in the ritual, it is only that they seems to be a reason while they are not following the hint, professor Snapes said.

The alpha wordlessly flashed him the finger. Sean suddenly stopped typing to scowl thunderously at them, “You two are not dumping this on me just to get drunk!” “Okay, okay no drinks... geez, what a kill-joy,” Harry huffed, turning away to order something to eat, ignoring the way Alastor practically deflated even further on the spot like a melting puddle.

Vivory added, but before she finished her words, Severus quickly turned back and shut her mouth with the use of his candle-like finger. "Another shit you said and you will never see me again having this shit conversation with you!" Severus uttered, saying that made Vivory stop making an ill word. After saying those words, Severus left Vivory standing in the middle of the room. She couldn't say anything because Severus was immediately gone like the wind passing by.

All he wanted right now was to see her and hold her again. "Well, damn- I'd grab one on my way, I guess. How are you holding up, man? I think you should give her a call and have a better, deeper conversation. You see, I believe in talking things out..." Harry said as he approached him, "I still don't think whatever you guys had was fake cause..." His voice trailed off.

She seemed like a crazy bastard who never let our words enter her ear. " These stupid tricks again? Sorry, but you are just wasting your time. Your tricks are worthless. I didn't appreciate it." She replied, accompanied by the rolling of her eyes. I felt annoyed but I could not force myself to act like I'm the stupid one. "All right. Then we'll go first, think about it yourself." I had to leave first because I was about to hold back my tears... *** Snap - Severus behind me slams the door shut. My mind blew away and I felt there was a tear that trying to pierce my heart.

I can see there's a thunderstorm inside his head, but he forces a smile, "Did it hurt?" "A little, not that much," I say and then I have to take the empty spot next to him. Then it's just silence. The world's loudest silence. I can't deal with it, my skin is tingling with anxiety, "So... uhm, are we going to talk about it?" "No," Harry says, "Not yet. Is that okay?" "Okay," I whisper, looking at my hands. I want to look at Aiden and have him hold my hand, but Harry is in between us, "I just want to say Damon is..."

I said again, louder this time, but still barely managing to get his full attention. “…first you save her, and now you are just standing here talking like an idiot—” “Harry!” I raised my voice, the sound sharper now. He froze. “Huh? Oh… sorry,” he said quickly, stopping mid-step and turning back to me.

Aria fires from the side, wicked gleam in her eye. “I did not cry,” I snap, indignant. I peek sheepishly-embarrassed at Noah. “You did that weird hiccup thing,” she counters, and she’s laughing so hard her whole body shakes. I look at her in awe and realize … she’s my new shiny truck. The best things in life money can’t buy. “Those were emotion-suppressed hiccups. Totally different,” I murmur, voice rough and ragged with emotion. “And everyone cries when Snape dies. Except maybe Jackson. That bastard’s heart is bulletproof.”