Title: Chrismas day

Rating: Mature

Fandom: Harry Potter – J. K. Rowling

Category: Male/Male

Relationship: Harry Potter/Severus Snape

note :

If our hearts are set for Christmas, it will be Christmas at any time.

If you could ask for one gift for Christmas, it would be. What will you ask for...

On the night of December 24th, everyone was partying happily. The houses and streets were decorated with colorful lights. A festival that makes the lonely winter season a little more colorful.

The rabbit hole is like any other house. decorated with lights all over the house But it seemed much livelier than other houses when the number of members in the house was so great that there was almost no seat on the dining table.

It was a big celebration almost a year after the war had ended. The fear is over. So the parties came together to celebrate at this rabbit hole house as well. Even though the house was a bit small, no one complained about that. Because it makes you feel warmer than anywhere else.

Harry sat and looked at the members at the table. Fred and George continue to tease their younger sister Ginny, with Molly scolding them to keep quiet. Arthur is talking to Kingsley about Ministry matters. Remus and Tonks introducing their son Teddy to Percy. Charlie and Fleur knew each other.

Ron and Hermione were arguing about every little thing.

Even though all around him seemed to be cheerful and chaotic But Harry couldn't help but wait for someone to show up at the door anyway. The young man already knew that it was almost impossible for a person who didn't like to be around anyone and really hated chaos. like that person Come join in the celebration on Christmas Eve at this rabbit hole house.

“If you will let me speak, Harry. You should go straight to him yourself instead of sitting here looking at the door.” The sweet, sweet voice of a female friend sounded nearby. Causing Harry, who was only staring blankly, to secretly flinch in shock.

“I'm not.” The emerald eyes under the frame of his glasses quickly turned away from the door and turned their attention to the food on the table.

“You don't hold back, friend. Even though I was told that my sensory glands were the size of a pea, I knew that you were staring at that door waiting for someone,” Ron added, following his girlfriend, making Harry unable to resist. will glance at you angrily

“Just now, weren't you two still arguing? Why are we taking sides now?” Ron shrugged his shoulders slightly and turned his attention to the food on the table. And Hermione shook her head gently at her best friend.

“If you want to go see him, then go. Mrs. Weasley doesn't mind her."

"I don't even know who you're talking about, Hermione," Harry replied dismissively.

“How many years have I been your friend? Why wouldn't I know that she went to sit and watch over him at his bedside every day, waiting for him to recover? Why did she agree to go back to Hogwarts for seventh year? She also seemed to be very enthusiastic about the potions skill that she used to hate so much. Don't even bother me talking about your attempts to talk to Snape.”

Green eyes widened as his female friend's name came out as Remus turned to look at them curiously.

“Harry, is there a problem with Severus again?” Remus, having not heard from the beginning, seemed to have misunderstood what they were talking about. And Harry was very relieved that that was the case.

“Not at all. We were just talking about how Snape seemed to—”

"Professor Snape, Mr. Potter," the deep voice cut in before Harry could finish his sentence, causing the boy to be so stunned that he forgot what he was about to say.

A tall middle-aged man had just walked into the house without taking off his black robes. Before Molly went to hug and greet the newly arrived guests. There was already some food on the table, but it was still not ugly for him to join in now.

"I thought you weren't coming, Severus," Molly greeted him happily.

“I'm busy with Molly. and may not be at the dinner table I just dropped by to say hello and bring something for Remus.” Harry didn't know what kind of face he was making when he heard Snape say that, only to be elbowed by Hermione.

“I suggest you talk to him when he leaves, Harry,” his friend whispered to him as his eyes watched Snape hand the items to Remus.

"A new potion. I'm experimenting with the formula to see if it will be more effective," Snape explained as Remus looked curiously at the vial he had received.

"Thank you, Severus. Thank you." And as soon as he realized what he had received he stood up and shook Snape's hand several times in delight. Until the Potions Professor gave him a slight nod. That's why Remus let go.

“I have to go first. Enjoy your meal,” Snape said goodbye before he turned and walked out of the house. Harry saw this and quickly stood up.

"I'll be right back," Harry told Hermione before quickly following the Potions Professor out.

"I bet his time is tomorrow morning," Ron said as he saw Harry close the door.

"I think maybe longer," Hermione commented, looking at her boyfriend before bursting into laughter.

Harry, who hurried after Snape, breathed a sigh of relief as the other party hadn't left yet. But I also wondered why the young professor was standing there like he was waiting for something.

"What do you have to say to me, Potter?" Snape spoke first. Harry immediately wondered what the person in front of him was waiting for.

“Why do you know that I want to talk to you?” The boy tried hard not to look too happy. But he knew it wouldn't work. Since he couldn't stop his lips from smiling.

“She is a person who can hide her emotions just as horrifically. And using that mind-blocking spell, Potter. Tell me what you want to say.” The taller one said as he stood with his arms crossed and looked at Harry who still couldn't figure out where to start.

"So...do you have plans to go anywhere tomorrow?" Harry whispered. He also turned his head and avoided his eyes, refusing to look at his interlocutor like that. The person in question saw that and couldn't help but secretly smile. Because even though the symptoms are hidden, the face and ears are red. That clearly indicates what this kid intends to do.

“If you want to ask me out. You should turn around and look at me before speaking to me, Potter.” With those words, Harry immediately turned his head and looked at the other person. Not by following the instructions. But to his shock, the man in front of him seemed to know everything about him.

“No...I...no...that is, I didn't...” said the timid young man. His head was completely white, not knowing what he should say or do from now on. It's a slightly amusing gesture. But with the atmosphere surrounded by snow like now, before the children could regain their composure, Snape feared that they would all get sick first.

“I have free time all day tomorrow. If you want to hang out, meet me at Hogsmeade in front of the Three Broomsticks shop at ten o'clock. If you're late, I won't wait,” the tall man said as he concluded before turning around, shaking off his black robe and disappearing. Leaving Harry standing there, thinking and analyzing for a long time before he cried out in excitement and hurriedly walked back into the house.

“For a moment, I thought you were going to follow him,” Ron said as soon as he saw Harry walk back in. “I bet with Hermione that you might be fine until tomorrow morning. And Hermione bets it might be longer than that. But apparently I was both wrong. He rejected you, friend?”

Harry's eyes widened. He looked at his close friend as soon as he heard that, “Reject what? I haven't said anything.” Well, I haven't really said anything. Since Snape did all the talking himself. The young man appended to himself in his heart.

"Damn it, Ron, if he really said no, Harry wouldn't look so cheerful," Hermione added.

“What are you denying? Did you ask Snape on a date, Harry?” It was Fred who interrupted from behind, causing the three of them to jump in shock. Harry quickly glanced over at Remus, who was starting to seem too drunk on wine to listen to what they were saying.

“Please, let's talk upstairs. I'll tell you everything,” Harry replied resignedly. He wasn't ready for the elders to know about this either. Especially Remus

"Then let's go up." Hermione nodded in agreement before they moved up to the room above.

"So, what's the deal?" Ron hurriedly opened the topic, with Fred, George, and Ginny following along, listening with curiosity.

“I haven't really said anything yet. And why are you all so sure that I'm going to ask Snape out? I used to hate him to death,” Harry asked, scanning everyone's faces.

"Fred and I just found out when we overheard you guys talking," George's statement made Harry a little annoyed at his female friend. That opened up this issue.

“Oh Harry, your eyes when you look at him barely hide anything, you know? I'm more curious about how Snape didn't know how she looked at him,” Hermione added in unison. With Ginny nodding in agreement. Because the two of you were the ones who were with Harry at Hogwarts this year.

“Actually, I think he's known for a while now...” Harry said in a low voice that shocked everyone listening.

“What do you mean? What did you say to Snape just now?” Ron asked, curious.

The young man rolled his emerald eyes as if he was debating what to say. Before taking a deep breath, he began to speak, “Like I said, I haven't really said anything yet. I...just asked him if he was free tomorrow. And...he said...if I want to ask him out, I have to look at him while speaking first..." The more he told, the more Harry felt his voice grow softer and quieter. It was completely different from the sound of the heart that was so loud that it was deafening.

"And what did you tell him?" Hermione asked when Harry was quiet.

“At that time I was shocked. I still can't think of anything. And...and he said tomorrow at ten o'clock to meet at Three Broomsticks...” Silence fell between them as soon as Harry finished speaking.

“Merlin! I can't believe it,” Ginny exclaimed.

"You're acting like a girl on a first date, Harry," Fred commented, causing Harry to quickly turn around and make an excuse.

“If you were to ask the teacher you used to hate on a date, would you be nervous?”

“So, when did you fall in love with Snape?” George asked quickly.

“No, I won't tell you right now,” Harry evaded quickly, standing up, “I'd better leave first, it's getting late.”

“You can sleep here. And tomorrow I'll use my broom to fly to Hogsmeade in time. So sit down and let me wash you,” Ron said, grinning viciously and pulling Harry back down again without listening to his best friend's moans.

10:15 Harry has finally arrived in Hogsmeade. Of course he woke up late. Because last night he escaped from the Weasley siblings' questioning. It was almost 1:00 a.m. Therefore, it was not surprising that in the morning he was so sleepy that he could hardly stand up. But because it was such an important match, Harry had to drag himself out quickly.

The young man walked to the Three Broom Shop as arranged. Then he saw a tall young professor in a black robe, standing in front of the shop with a stern expression, as if he were proctoring a potions exam. Just as his dark eyes saw Harry, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

"How brave of you, Potter, to be so late," Snape said as soon as Harry ran close enough to hear him.

"I'm sorry, I really won't be late next time," Harry said, panting a little. From rushing to find the other party

"You still don't know if you'll have one next time, Mr. Potter." His eyebrows raised slightly before the taller figure walked into the shop. Harry saw this and hurriedly followed along.

Since it was Christmas, the store was more crowded than usual. But even then, maybe it was because he was the famous Harry or because the other person was Professor Snape, I don't know. The owner was able to find a table for them in no time.

“Isn't it nice to be with a famous person like this?” As soon as he was seated, Snape started sarcastically as usual. But Harry was starting to get used to his bad mouth. The other party's like that is broken.

“Maybe if you were aware You're just as famous as me, Professor.” The young man smiled back before turning to order a drink from the person who had just come to pick up the program.

“As good as ever, Potter. I think you'll act a little better.”

“That's because I'm not in the classroom right now.” The young man smiled slightly. Before acting like he remembered something, "Actually, talking about that..." Harry paused for a moment and took a breath, mustering up his courage and stared expectantly. “May I call you Severus? mean...

In personal time like right now.”

Snape raised his eyebrows and looked back at those green eyes without escaping. “And may I ask why?” A drink was served, punctuating the conversation for a moment. Leaving the silence between the two of them to reflect on the line of status that was being crossed during this conversation.

“...I don't want to feel like I'm your student. When we're out and about like this,” Harry whispered back, but it was loud enough for Snape to hear.

The young professor let out a soft sigh. The fact that he agreed to come out with this kid was almost like he accepted the Potter kid's overstepping. But even so, Harry was still considered his student. Calling names may seem too intimate. Even though we live outside, Hogsmeade isn't that far from Hogwarts.

“I'm afraid not yet, Potter. Since you are still my student,” Snape replied simply. Then he picked up his drink and took a sip.

Harry, who didn't get a satisfactory answer, couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. No. “I'm 18.”

"And still my student," Snape added immediately.

“Then why did you invite me out today?” The young man began to frown, looking at the incomprehensible person in front of him.

“I just invited you to sit and have drinks together. Like when she was drinking with Professor Slughorn. It wouldn't be strange, would it?" Hearing that, Harry immediately felt like he wanted to argue back that it was strange. And it's even more strange. When the person in front of him was Severus Snape! Who had never been closer to any student than Draco.

Malfoy's godson And even Malfoy had never had a drink with Snape like this before. And this is the Potter that he really hates. Looking at it from any angle, it's too strange!

“When you say that, it's as if you don't know yourself at all, Professor.”

"Quiet, Potter," Severus replied almost immediately, causing Harry to chuckle slightly. That really means You know that sitting and drinking with him like this is not normal. But he was still stubborn about some things to the point of being angry. When he thought about it, Harry began to understand something.

“You...don't know where to take me, do you Professor? Why did you make an appointment to come here?” Harry asked, unsure. But the young professor's stunned expression made Harry more certain.

Snape let out a long sigh that produced white smoke from the cold air. "I've never dated Potter," he admitted quietly. “More than half my life has been spent as a spy and meth cooker.”

Harry smiled as soon as he heard that before continuing to ask. “So if I take us somewhere else, calling you by your first name won't be a problem, right?”

"If you're taking me to the Muggle area, then let me tell you, I don't have any Muggle clothes, Potter," Snape replied knowingly. But Harry was still smiling as wide as ever.

“I can handle that matter easily.” The young man picked up his own drink and drank it all in one go, then quickly took out the money and placed it on the table. “Let's go. The day will soon be over."

Snape shook his head at the excited expression before picking up the money and placing it on the table and getting up to follow the boy.

They returned to London to exchange Muggle money at Gringotts. Before Harry took Snape to a clothing store not too far from Diagon Alley.

Upon entering the shop, the staff seemed a bit surprised by Snape's attire. As the boy who brought him in was already dressed in a Muggle fashion, he didn't get any strange looks and even tried to help find him some clothes.

Having a Muggle father was good for Snape right now. That is, he was able to choose his own outfit without having to let a busy kid interfere. Even though he hadn't worn Muggle clothes in a long time since he broke up with his father, picking out clothes wasn't difficult for him. But seeing himself in Muggle clothes again still made him feel quite strange.

As for Harry, who was sitting in front of the fitting room waiting for Snape intently. He really couldn't think. What would a Potions Professor in Muggle clothing look like? The other party still wouldn't let him help choose clothes. Harry had no idea how he would dress. Until that tall figure stepped out of the room. And Harry found himself breathless.

The gray turtleneck and black coat and slacks of the same color made Snape look both the same and different. The black coat felt similar to his usual robes. But the turtleneck and form-fitting slacks revealed the proportions and figure that were usually hidden beneath the robes and Harry hadn't noticed until now.

"You look at me even weirder than the staff looked at me when I walked in, Potter." A deep voice startled Harry out of his reverie and he had to scratch the back of his neck to relieve himself of his embarrassment.

"It's just... I've never seen you wear anything like this," Snape sneered at the boy's excuse before the tall man went to pay for the clothes and put the bag back in.

“So where are we going?” the teacher asked as soon as they stepped out of the clothing store.

“I think we should go eat first. It's already late afternoon,” the young man said, looking at his watch.

"And if you're going to suggest junk food that you think I'll never eat, then just put it away, Potter." Snape shot up when he saw Harry's interest in the nearby burger shop. They are special

"Why do you always know about me?" Harry asked, a little annoyed.

"You're too easy to guess," Snape hissed softly. before walking away Leaving Harry, who was annoyed with himself, to hurry after him.

They ended up at a steak restaurant. It's just a simple shop. It's not decorated in any elegant way. But the taste of the food for the two wizards was quite palatable.

"So now can I call you Severus?" Bringing this matter up again made Snape flinch a bit.

"You seem very serious about naming names," Snape replied simply. without taking your eyes off your own plate of food

“Like I said. I don't want to call you Professor Snape because it's like I'm your student. But right now, at this time... I don't want to be…” Harry's voice slowly faded. Silence at the end of the sentence It was as if he was completely unsure of saying it out loud for the person sitting across from him to hear.

Snape looked up from his plate. He stared at the demanding child and smiled faintly, “Then I should call you Harry, right?”

The name that fell from the man's lips made Harry's heart race so hard he could hardly hear anything else. Even my own voice whispered back.

When the two of them came out of the restaurant, Harry had originally intended to take Snape to see the various tourist attractions. of Muggles, but many are closed because of Christmas. In the end, they ended up standing on the edge of a large ice skating rink instead.

"I thought you'd planned this before you brought me here, Potter," the tall man murmured softly. He watched the Muggle children slip and slide on the ice.

“I didn't know it would all close like this. I myself have never been to Christmas in London. No, I must say that I have never been to Christmas.” In fact, he was secretly disappointed as well, even though he thought he really wanted to make good memories. But he didn't find the information beforehand and it turned out that the plan went completely wrong.

"Have you ever played it, Potter?" A sudden deep voice said. He said another topic with a slender finger pointing at the children. On the ice skating rink, Harry was quite confused.

"No, I haven't. Dudley doesn't like that sort of thing and even if they came to play, he probably wouldn't mind bringing me."

"Um...I used to play when I was little," Snape said softly. Ready to look further away when thinking back to the past Harry saw this and remained silent, waiting for the other party to tell him. It wasn't often that someone like Severus Snape is willing to talk about his past to others. The fact that he was willing to speak up like this made Harry feel like he trusted him a lot.

“Lily once invited me to come skate together outdoors. I didn't even have skates at the time. So my mother secretly used magic to change one of my shoes to look exactly like Lily's skates. So I tried skating for the first time.”

“And is my mother good at playing?” Harry couldn't help but ask. He wanted to know about his mother just as much as he did. with the matter of the person next to him But when he realized that the person Snape liked was his own mother, the young boy couldn't help but feel a slight twinge in his chest.

“Lily is really good at it. And he laughed at me when I started playing and fell over.” A faint smile appeared on his lips as he recalled those old memories. Harry looked at that smile with a strange kind of pain. Even though it's beautiful when the other person smiles But when he thought that the smile wasn't his, it made him so uncomfortable that his green eyes had to look away.

"You must love my mother very much," the boy mumbled, causing Snape to look back.

“Want to try skating, Potter?” The subject changed once again. But this time, Harry was very pleased that the other party had changed the subject.

"I don't have skates," Snape chuckled upon hearing that. Harry only recently realized how stupid his response was.

“You still remember that we're wizards, right? And didn't I just tell you about my mother changing my shoes just now?” A familiar sarcastic tone spoke to the young man. But instead of being angry at him, Harry laughed softly. He didn't want to admit that he liked Snape's tone more than his lonely tone. Just like a moment ago

"I was just a little oblivious," Harry defended, but Snape shook his head wearily. Before he took out his magic wand, he turned their ordinary shoes into skates.

“Brace yourself, Potter. I haven't played in a long time, so I shouldn't be able to help you.” The tall man said as he walked into the rink. Leaving Harry who was having a hard time balancing himself on the ground.

“You cruel man,” the young man complained before slowly. I stepped onto the ice and discovered that it was even worse than the rock. He almost slipped and fell as soon as his feet stood on the ice if he had not been supported by someone from behind him first.

“Let me tell you, the first time I came to play, I was just like you,” came a familiar voice with a soft chuckle. The place next to his ear made the boy's heart flutter until he forgot that the other person was still supporting him.

“Are you able to stand on your own yet?” When Snape said that, Harry regained his senses and quickly pulled away from the other side and clung to the nearby edge of the barrier.

“I had no idea it would be this difficult. How do you stand?”

“If you don't forget that you're a wizard, a little bit of magic will help you keep your balance easily.” The boy's jaw dropped when he heard that.

"You're cheating if you do that."

“I don't,” Snape shrugged, “Even though I haven't played in a long time, it's not that hard to recover. But I'm just suggesting a shortcut for you.” His thick eyebrows rose slightly in what Harry considered to be extremely irritating.

“That's not skating anymore. Don't you think so?” If he used magic, it would be like he was just floating on the ice. How could that be called playing?

"If that's what you want, then learn how to balance first," Snape sighed, giving in to his stubbornness before grabbing the boy and helping him learn to balance on the ice.

“I hope you don't scold me like you did in class.” Green eyes glanced at him with such distrust that the person being looked at had to smile.

“Come on, Harry. Promise me I won't be too harsh.”

Swear by Merlin's beard! Harry hated Snape calling his name at times like this.

Time passed until the sun began to set. Harry, who had spent hours on the skating rink, was finally able to walk without anyone's help. But his legs were so exhausted that he had to come out and sit on the stone floor next to the ice rink, and it wasn't long before Snape followed him out.

“Did you take as long to train as me the first time?” Harry asked as soon as he saw the tall man sit down next to him.

“I was maybe a little less then. As they say, Potter, children are always easier to teach.” The boy nodded his head in light acknowledgment of what the other man said. before looking around to find shops nearby

“To be honest, Severus, I'm really thirsty, but I don't have the strength to get up. Can you go buy it for me?” The young man called out the taller man's name pleadingly, not caring that the other person still called him by his last name.

“For your sake, you must be very tired, you brat.” A hand reached out and slightly ruffled the messy black hair before the pair of long legs walked towards a nearby shop. Leaving Harry who was waiting, looking at the back who walked away with a faint smile on his face.

In fact, the young man didn't really understand what this teacher was thinking. They both seemed to know what he was thinking but still didn't make anything clear. It seems like you let him approach you but sometimes you seem to push him away. Every time he tried to make something clear, Snape seemed to deflect. What about the mother who suddenly

The man spoke up again. Would that be a roundabout denial? The more I thought about it, the more I didn't understand until my young face was buried in my knees.

"Are you sleepy, Potter?" Snape returned with two bottles of water in hand. Harry, looking up at the picture, couldn't help but think that the other person really looked good. In this unusual Muggle outfit.

“No, I'm not sleepy. It's really dark. Shall we go look at the lights?" the young man asked as he accepted the water bottle from the other party and opened it to drink.

“Why would I want to see Muggle illuminations? When our magic can be more beautiful.” Snape frowned disapprovingly.

“It's not the same. You have to go check it out and see that sometimes Muggles do things as if they have magic.” Snape sighed softly. When he was teased like that before he gave a nod of approval.

“It's up to you. Where do you want to go?” the tall man asked as he pulled out his magic wand to turn their shoes back into normal shoes.

"Come on, let's walk slowly." Harry stood up and grabbed his large hand to walk together.

They slowly walked down the street that was lit up with colorful lights. via Regent Street to Oxford They stopped for a bit at Oxford Market to get something to eat. There was a young boy who talked along the way.

“Do you like them, Severus?” Harry asked as they stood and drank hot chocolate they bought at the market.

“You mean the sandwich you just ate or the lights that seemed to make you excited?”

“I mean both,” the young man smiled widely as he said. A smile that made the viewer not want to admit it was a sight that made him unable to stop his lips from smiling along with it.

“I like it too, Harry.” The owner of the name's smile widened even more, causing his eyes to almost close when he was called by that name. The young boy hurried over and threw the empty paper cup into a nearby trash can. Then he walked back with an attitude that indicated he was ready to continue his journey.

“Can you still walk? I want to go to Trafalgar Square. I saw that there was a giant Christmas tree over there.”

Snape nodded lightly. before magically sending the empty paper cup to the trash can, “It's quite far from here. Do you want to disappear or do you want to walk away?”

“Why instead of using magic, do I walk away and throw it away myself?” But instead of answering the question, the young man was grumbling to himself about his naivety about not being magical and such a small matter.

"Because you're not smart enough," Snape's sarcasm was so slight that Harry had to purse his lips.

“I'm not!” the young man argued back before realizing that it was better to answer the question first instead of arguing over nonsense. “Shouldn't we just keep walking? Until we get to a point where there's not much to do, then we can disappear.”

Severus nodded softly. And this time, he was the one who grabbed the smaller hand and took it in his own and set out for his next goal. Leaving Harry, who followed behind, heart pounding and confused by that action. But the warmth of the large hand holding him made Harry not dare to ask anything.

There were still some sparse lights along the roadside, but not as beautiful as when the two of them walked out. Snape decided to take Harry and disappear all at once to Trafalgar Square. Both hands had not released each other yet. They continued to lead each other until they were in front of a large Christmas tree that was decorated with lights.

"More normal than you think, don't you think?" Snape spoke first and the boy nodded in agreement.

“Maybe it's because there's something like this at Hogwarts, so it looks normal. But things like Regent Street and Oxford Street are strange to me.” Harry sighed softly. “Seriously, should we go see the view on Westminster Bridge instead? I heard they finished building the London Eye. But I don't know if he'll start turning on the lights or not.”

“It's up to you. But this time I won't walk, Harry.”

“You're tired,” the boy chuckled.

“I had to support her on the rink. How much energy do you think I've used?” Snape felt like rolling his eyes at the brat at this, but instead just sighed.

Harry just chuckled. He replied before tightening his grip on each other and causing the other to disappear until he reached the middle of Westminster Bridge. The bridge gave them a view of both sides. The Palace of Westminster is next to Big Ben. and the London Eye on the other side of the Thames.

"Luckily, they turned on the London Eye," Harry said, relieved that at least he didn't miss out on his trip.

“You seem to like Muggle buildings, Potter,” Snape asked as they leaned against the fence looking out over the view beside the river.

"You're calling me Potter again," the boy whispered, unable to help his feelings. The irritation and confusion that had accumulated since morning made Harry unable to speak.

“I told you it was just habit. How many years have I been calling you Potter?” But the tall man in black robes still replied so nonchalantly that the boy had to pull his hand to turn and speak directly to him.

“Why did you invite me out today, Severus?” The green eyes looked up, staring into the other's dark eyes, unable to escape. He wanted to know what the person in front of him was thinking. “You know what I think of you, but you still asked me out today. Why?”

“What kind of answer do you expect?” Snape replied with a question, looking deeply into those green eyes that looked straight at him but were trembling with uncertainty. at

“You already know what kind of answer I want. But what I don't know is, will you think as I expect?” The young man gently squeezed the hands that were still clenched together. The fear that began to take hold made Harry the first to look away.

But instead of the answer coming in words, the strong hand that was free on the other hand lifted the chin of the young face to turn towards him again. Before the sweet lips were pressed against the lips of a taller figure. The young boy froze in shock. But before he could process anything, the soft kiss was already withdrawn.

“Does that count as an answer?” The young man smiled faintly and asked, but just kissing it didn't seem like enough as he still seemed confused when he wanted an answer.

“But...what about my mother? I saw that in the pensieve…” As soon as he heard Harry's question, Snape could immediately understand what the boy in front of him was worried about.

"There's something I have to tell you, Mr. Potter," Snape used deliberately formal language, "I'm gay."

“You're not kidding me, are you? …” Harry's eyes widened in shock. It was right that he approached the teacher in front of him first, but Harry never expected Snape to respond. and never expected the other party to be gay either

“I've been gay since the beginning, Harry. As for Lily, I really love her mother. But as a friend or a sibling, it's not in the way you think. Lily is my first and most important friend. Just like she loved Granger and Weasley. Do you understand yet?”

"You're not lying to me, are you? You're not going to replace me, are you?” Harry had to work hard to keep his voice from shaking as he asked.

“That agent thing is the most nonsense I have ever heard.” The answer left the young man unable to think of anything else but to embrace the taller figure he had always detested, but now it was even more important. who Then let the tears flow from the joy

Two figures returned to the house at the end of Spinner Street. As soon as the door closed, their lips pressed together again and again. Taste the sweet taste as if you can't get enough Harry never thought he would be satisfied with being with this man. The person he once branded was a big ugly bat.

A cruel person who often bullied him in class. That person was the same person who was making his heart beat so hard he couldn't even feel himself right now.

“Maybe a little late. But Merry Christmas, Severus.”

“Merry Christmas to you too, Harry.” Two colored eyes locked with each other. Their lips pressed together once more before they parted and turned into soft laughter as they shared with each other.

If you could ask for a gift Harry thought he had received that gift.

Talk :

It's very late. Oh, really, I've been decorating since Christmas because before Christmas there was a (scream) quiz. After the quiz, I started decorating. I wrote about 4000 words and then ran off to travel for New Year's (yay). By the time I came back to finish it, Christmas was already far away. Huh?

I confess that we haven't actually been to London yet. We've only been researching and then sitting and writing. At first, the intention was for the two of them to kiss on the London Eye. But when I went to find the information The London Eye opened on December 31, 1999. and opened to the general public in March 2000. And the timeline in Harry is the end of the war in 1998. That means if 1 year after the war is 1999

Just a little before the London Eye opened. We really want to write.

Winter Wonderland

too, but that first opened in 2007, which is how it ended In the end, it came out as seen.

And you can see that now we try to write another type of rate as well. It's a rate that has only subtitles and no dialogue. We really want it to look more beautiful and romantic but we can't think of anything. Pfft. We'll have to wait for the new one to be posted and then try writing it again. Practice your hand for the Rainforest. Because we think that in Rainverse this kind of rate would be more suitable for the atmosphere of the story.

Finally, see you next time, Rainverse, episode 7. (It's really true)

Let's end with the pictures we got from Google View, haha. If you can't go by yourself, just use Google View to travel.