Polaris

Previous chapter: There was no one in the silver-white auditorium, and the huge pipe organ in the corner was still playing the main theme of Christmas. Snape followed Purolais five steps away. Just at the banquet, he noticed that Tom had been pouring wine for Purolais. At this time, her steps were a little wobbly, and her thin figure looked more like a weak willow from behind. She stopped at a table and poured a glass of water. Going up as if to wake up, Snape's eyes stopped on her slender white fingers. After taking a sip, she held the cup and put it on the table. The transparent liquid in the cup swayed, and the small undulating water surface refracted the silver light in the hall, making the hand look like a jade sculpture. He couldn't help but walk over and gently held the hand from behind. The cool touch made him hold it tighter. "Professor Snape?" Puroulis froze. She lowered her head and looked at the hand on the back of her hand. The slightly higher temperature mixed with the scent of herbs behind her made her feel a little uncomfortable. It was too close. She just felt Snape's breath on the back of her uncovered neck, bringing a burning feeling. She straightened her upper body. Snape looked down at her waist, which was quietly pulling away. He stretched out his left hand and clasped her slender waist to pull her back. Puroulis didn't stand still, and her whole body bumped into Snape's chest. The fine buttons on his coat made her bare back feel a little uncomfortable. "Tom Riddle is pursuing you." Snape leaned forward slightly, his warm lips pressed against the cold back of Pelaulis's ear. "Maybe." The cool night breeze blew her a little, and she couldn't remember how many drinks she had just drank. "You agreed?" His hand on her waist tightened, and he was a little scared, because he was not sure, he was not sure whether she would give up after he pushed her away in that way. From the beginning, they were like a chase, one left and the other chased. When the chase took a turn, would a better choice mean the end of the game? "Want to play a song?" She didn't look back, and gently touched his hand with her left hand. Poloulis's left hand snapped her fingers. After the silvery white light flashed away, the organ stopped, replaced by the sound of the violin, one step away. Snape's face was sullen. He felt Purolais's tight buttocks gently bumping against him to signal him to retreat. His whole body seemed to be electrocuted and his mind went blank. He mechanically maintained his support on her waist and slid back two steps. As the tune changed, Purelais turned around. The soft and smooth violin melody seemed to be talking. Different from the dignified waltz, the dance steps of the tango, which was originally used to express love, were passionate and wild. Snape looked at Perolais's slender waist. He had never thought that he could see her dancing like this. His eyes moved down, and the two people's hips were tightly connected. , Her snow-white legs slipped out from the side of her long skirt, and the inner thighs of the two of them kept rubbing together. The contrast between black and white was too strong. He moved his eyes away, feeling that his breathing was a little erratic. The burning heat from his legs made him lose his pace. He felt that his whole body was about to burn. The tune climbed all the way, and the two of them The speed of rotation was getting faster and faster, and he could feel Pelaulis's calf hooking him, and the soft touch was transmitted through the fabric. The dance finally ended with a high-pitched change of tune. Pelaulis lay panting on his chest as if she was about to expire, and he smelled the faint aroma of wine on her body. "Now, tell me, should I agree to him?" Peraulis raised her head with a smile on her face. Snape looked at the pair of gray-green eyes looking at him unblinkingly, with undisguised emotion in his eyes. He felt that Perauliska's leg between his legs was rubbing against his thigh again, which made him a little dizzy. "Of course not." Snape said these words forcefully. He lowered his head and kissed her lips. He quickly opened her teeth and began to plunder almost madly. The sour emotions in his chest just now and the heat that almost suffocated him now found a way to vent. He could not tolerate losing her and could not tolerate anyone possessing her. The light of the North Star could only shine on him alone. After Perolais fell softly on him , he bent down slightly and kissed all the way down her snow-white neck. He felt that he had been intoxicated by the aroma of wine on her body. He did not want to control his behavior at all, even though this was the auditorium, even though there might still be students in the garden, the traces of red spread all the way to her shoulders. Snape stopped, and he leaned close to Pelaulis's ear, his velvet voice filled with a coaxing flavor. "Apparate, Io." He gently bit her earlobe. "Where to go?" Puroulis looked a little confused. Alcohol and lack of oxygen attacked her brain together, especially those lingering kisses that fell on her body. The unfamiliar feeling made her hold Snape's arm tightly, but she did not get any relief. She felt that her body was gradually getting out of her control. "You know," he whispered. "Tell me where you want to go most right now?" Poloulis's chaotic heartbeat was transmitted through the fabric, and he smiled as if he was succeeding. "Anywhere you are." "Cunning little devil." With a little force, his fangs easily made a mark on her earlobe. "Your behavior now is not very gentlemanly." Poloulis laughed softly. She raised her right hand and lightly snapped her green-white fingers. After the blue magic sparks flashed, the two of them disappeared as if they melted into the air. This was Snape's first time trying house elf magic to disapparate. He didn't feel the strange feeling of squeezing the water pipe. The scene in front of him was like mist. They gathered and colored little by little, and finally formed a real object. The iconic silver and green colors around him made it easy for him to recognize where this place was. "Then should I do something truly ungentlemanly like you said?" He put his arm around her waist and took a step forward. The two of them were now standing at the door of the bedroom. The ebony door was closed tightly. Perolais's back was pressed against the cold wooden door. She looked up at Snape, seeming to be thinking. "Tell me, who are you looking at now?" "It's always just you." He leaned close to her ear and whispered. "Io." He turned the doorknob, and the two of them stumbled into the bedroom together. Fortunately, the bedroom was not big. Before he completely lost his balance, he pressed Peroulis and fell on the soft bed. "Have you thought it through?" Her fingers touched the first button of his collar, and her gray-green eyes narrowed. "I should be the one asking you." Snape whispered. He didn't understand why Puroris would choose him, a pale, bad old man who couldn't even regard her as the only bad old man. "I've been very clear from the beginning." The green-white fingers slid all the way down, and the fine buttons were separated from the fabric. The unconstrained fabric loosened at will, revealing the pale and strong muscles underneath. Snape's eyes deepened, he waved his hand, and the ebony door behind him closed with a bang. What Puroulis has always been most satisfied with is her extremely accurate biological clock. She opened her eyes and stared at Snape's face in a daze. He was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, and there was a vertical mark between his eyebrows that would appear even if he didn't frown. She clearly remembered what happened last night, and those images, the headache of a hangover, and the feeling of lack of sleep were all entangled in her mind. Here, the pain in her body distracted her attention, and she was trapped in a small space. Snape's warm breath made the small curls on her forehead rise and fall. Her eyes dropped, and when she saw the bloody teeth marks on his shoulders, she quickly looked away as if she was electrocuted. She didn't need to think about it to know that she herself was no better. She didn't know how long she had been staring at him, but after seeing his eyelashes fluttering slightly, she closed her eyes. "Your heart is beating fast." She heard Snape say helplessly. She opened her eyes but did not look at him. "Good morning," she said softly.

The professor is getting older day by day, but the heroine has always maintained the appearance of 17 years old, which is quite uncomfortable. After all, it is really romantic to stay together until we grow old... But it is good to be together.

One thing to say, I really want the heroine to be with Riddle. He didn't dare at first, but she can go back to the darkness for the heroine. After all, she still loves the heroine.

Tom, you are worth it

Gan! Tom! You guys can do it, grandma didn't misjudge the person!

My mother, the Death Eater, is going to cry to death hahahahahaha, the Dark Lord made them hide behind a hillside and set off cursed fireworks in order to chase his girlfriend!

Well I announce that Tom and the personal trainer are together! (Dog head)

The heroine in this chapter is no longer the same as the heroine who just woke up at the beginning. In fact, it is easy to understand. Once you get used to living a stable life, you will become a Mary Sue.

Tom what's going on? He and the heroine will be together decades later?

Let's just say that this is really a Mary Sue... This is really the heroine with the most aura that I have ever seen...