My feelings for you begin with regret and guilt, but it's more than that, sir.
You have been an endless nightmare in my nearly twenty years of life. The lonely nights and long months without anyone knowing make me miss you so much that I become sick. The cold wind howls and you are the only fetter in my soul.
If I ended my miserable life with the name of the potion you first told me, would you... Feel a little bit ashamed?
People are so hypocritical, I am here to accompany you, my professor.
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"Professor~." Harry clutched his chest and looked at Snape aggrievedly, "I feel uncomfortable, can you give me a hug?"
"Perhaps the savior was not smart and his head was squeezed by the door? Of course, if you can use your noble fingers to untie the rope on my body and let me leave, I think I will be grateful." Snape had his hands tied behind his back on the chair in the Potions classroom, frowning and looking at Harry in front of him, without a trace of prayer in his tone.
These wisps of voice reached Harry's ears, and the tone was gloomy and seductive, "No, Professor, it's too dangerous outside, and there are too many people thinking about you~" The corners of Harry's eyes turned red because of his imagination, "What should I do if you leave? I will never let you go, and you will never be my Sev."
Snape looked at the Savior with helplessness on his face, "If what you mean by concern is those stupid little animals from the first to seventh grade, then isn't the Savior's jealousy a bit too big?"
"I don't care, they take up most of your time. Those stupid little trolls can't do this!" Harry retorted unreasonably and forcefully.
"No one needs a near-sighted spirit like a savior - a gloomy, ugly and greasy..."
"Well..."
Harry bent down and kissed the thin lips forcefully...
Intention: You are a delusion that I don't even dare to dream about