thefictionvixens Chapter 246 Harry Hidden in the Slytherin Master's Dormitory
Chapter 246 Harry Hidden in the Slytherin Master's Dormitory
Chapter 246 Harry Hidden in the Slytherin Headmaster's Dormitory
I lay on the edge of the warm water pool, my arms crossed under my chin, my eyes fixed on Harry.
Steam rose gently from the warm pool, blurring my outline, yet adding a touch of dreamlike mystery.
My hair was a little messy, with a few stray strands hanging on my forehead, slightly damp with moisture and glistening.
Harry's gaze met mine, and for a moment, it was as if everything around us disappeared, leaving only our eyes colliding in the air.
A faint smile appeared on my lips, like the warm winter sun shining through layers of gloom and directly into Harry's heart.
He instinctively gripped the hem of his clothes, his fingers turning white from the force.
He tried to calm himself down, attempting to find a shred of rationality in this sudden turn of events.
However, the way Ayers lay by the warm pool, his focused gaze, and his warm smile were like a sharp sword, easily piercing through the wall of his heart that he had painstakingly built.
In that brief yet long gaze, time seemed to stand still.
Harry didn't know whether to move forward or turn away. His feet seemed to be nailed to the spot, and he could only stand there quietly, along with me, who was lying by the warm water pool, caught in this silent yet tense atmosphere.
Looking at him like this, I couldn't help but smile.
I gently patted the edge of the pool and softly called out, "Harry, come here~" My voice sounded especially gentle in the warm steam, carrying an irresistible allure.
He hesitated for a moment, then slowly lifted his foot, like a timid kitten, and approached me step by step.
Every step I took felt like I was using up all my strength.
His gaze never left me, as if he had found solace in me.
As he approached and half-squatted down, I reached out and gently took his hand.
He was probably very nervous; his hands were icy cold and slightly sweaty. I gently stroked them, trying to use my warmth to dispel his tension.
He trembled slightly, but did not pull away. He just squatted there quietly, letting me hold his hand.
I tilted my head slightly and looked into his emerald eyes, which seemed to hold a fleeting green hue, now shimmering with nervousness, shyness, and love.
I said gently, "Don't be nervous, it's just the two of us here, you can relax as much as you like."
He nodded slightly, took a deep breath, took off his shoes and socks, and slowly sat down by the pool.
Warm water gently rippled, splashing against his calves.
He gradually relaxed, his tense body slowly unwinding. I looked at him, my heart filled with love. In the misty steam, we seemed to be in a world that belonged only to us, free from the disturbances of the outside world, with only each other's heartbeats and breaths.
At this moment, time seems to have stopped for us, allowing me to fully enjoy this precious time alone with my loved one.
The warm water in the pool gently enveloped me, and warmth flowed slowly through my body.
I tilted my head back slightly, a few strands of hair clinging to my cheeks, glistening with moisture.
I watched him quietly as he sat by the pool, the soft light shining on him, outlining his tall figure and deep features. It felt like Harry was starting to grow up.
He was dressed casually, his legs crossed casually, one hand supporting him at his side, the other resting on his knee, and a hint of contentment in his eyes.
Looking at him, an irresistible urge to play surged within me.
With a slight upturn of my lips, tinged with a hint of slyness, I quietly reached out my hand, my movements as gentle as if afraid of disturbing the tranquility.
My fingertips touched his arm, and I felt the warmth of his delicate skin.
He paused for a moment, then turned around, his eyes full of doubt and inquiry.
In that instant, I exerted all my strength, gripped her arms tightly with both hands, and pulled hard.
Harry gasped and fell forward, splashing water as he landed in the warm pool.
Water splashed up and landed on us.
Harry was initially taken aback, then a hint of anger flashed in his eyes, but he couldn't help but smile slightly.
"Ayers, you've gone too far!" Harry angrily reached out to hit me, but I nimbly dodged left and right, and laughter echoed in the pool as we chased and played in the water.
When we were tired from playing, we quietly embraced each other in the water.
Harry leaned against me, and I gently embraced him, feeling our heartbeats intertwine. Silence returned, broken only by the occasional sound of dripping water.
“You scared me just now,” Harry said softly, his voice full of laughter.
I gently kissed his forehead and laughed, "I just saw you were too nervous and wanted to cheer you up a bit."
Our eyes met, and without a word, our feelings for each other were already clear in that deep gaze.
My eyes held longing, yearning, and above all, unwavering love.
Harry was captivated by this sea of gazes, willing to succumb to it.
Finally, my lips slowly approached his lips.
At that moment, time seemed to freeze, the whole world fell silent, and only our breaths mingled together, like a beautiful melody.
My lips gently touched his, first cautiously, as if afraid of disturbing this beautiful moment, and then gradually deepening the kiss.
He closed his eyes, fully immersing himself in the sweetness.
My kiss was filled with endless affection, as if I wanted to convey my love for him to him without reservation through this kiss.
He unconsciously wrapped his arms around my neck, responding to my passion. Our bodies gradually pressed together in the warm water, and our hearts intertwined.
Warm water gently rippled against our bodies, as if cheering for our love.
In this warm pool, we forget all the disturbances of the outside world. At this moment, only our existence with each other is real and eternal.
This kiss was like a journey across time and space, where we freely traversed each other's worlds, searching for the true meaning of love.
I could feel his heartbeat; its powerful beat resonated with mine, like a harmonious melody.
When we finally parted ways, our eyes met once more.
The light shining in those eyes is a testament to love and an expectation for a better future.
We embraced in the warm water, quietly enjoying this moment of tranquility and sweetness, as if the whole world consisted only of our heartbeats and our eternal love.
"When you came to see me tonight, did you tell Ron you weren't going back?" I smiled and hugged Harry, whose face was flushed and whose ears were bright red.
“I told you, tomorrow is a holiday, we have plenty of time.” Harry’s emerald eyes were glistening with tears, as if he were moved.
"Harry, do you know that what you're saying is a temptation for me?" I chuckled and gently picked up Harry's bright red ear.
“Ayers~” The water, covered in foam, was gently bubbling. Harry suddenly looked up.
"Harry, relax." Feeling Harry's tense body, she kept kneading his sensitive areas so as not to hurt him.
"It hurts~" Harry gripped my shoulders tightly with both hands, and I could feel his discomfort.
She kissed Harry's lips, slowly enticing him into a deeper kiss, and Harry seemed to be getting more and more aroused.
Gradually, indescribable groans and panting sounds began to emanate from the bathroom.
The first light of dawn filtered through the heavy, dark green curtains, quietly illuminating the floor of the Slytherin senior bedroom and casting a mysterious and tranquil veil over the entire room.
Harry woke up slowly in the soft bed, while Ayers was still fast asleep beside him, his even breathing soundly clear in the quiet space.
Looking around, the first thing that catches the eye is that huge and magnificent four-poster bed.
The bed frame is made of dark black walnut wood, and the bedposts are carved with exquisite and intricate snake patterns. Every line is delicate and lifelike, as if the snakes are about to wriggle and move at any moment.
The dark green bed curtains hung down, their texture soft and silky; a gentle touch seemed to allow the fingertips to feel the passage of time and the aura of magic.
I got up and looked around. The walls of the dormitory were covered with a series of retro oil paintings.
The paintings mostly depict scenes from the glorious history of Slytherin House, with wizards dressed in ancient robes whose eyes exude wisdom and majesty.
In one painting, a Slytherin ancestor is holding a wand and commanding a giant python. The scene is so lifelike that Harry can almost hear the python hissing.
In one corner of the room stood a tall bookshelf, filled with all sorts of magic books.
Some books had worn and tattered covers, and yellowed pages, indicating they had been read countless times; while others were brand new and shiny, exuding a faint scent of ink.
The bookshelves also contained some mysterious magical artifacts, such as crystal balls, wand stands, and some strange devices whose names I couldn't recall.
Near the window, there is a large desk.
On the table were parchment, a quill pen, and an ink bottle, next to a small hourglass, with fine sand flowing slowly, recording the passage of time.
On the desk were some photos. In the photos, Ayers was wearing his college robes, his smile confident and charming, taking pictures with different classmates and teachers. Each photo recorded a precious moment of his time at the college.
The ground was covered with a thick, dark green carpet. Walking on it was silent, as soft as walking on clouds.
The edges of the carpet were embroidered with silver patterns, which, upon closer inspection, turned out to be tiny Slytherin House symbols.
In the center of the room was a huge fireplace.
Although no fire was lit at the moment, the snake-shaped pattern carved on the furnace wall was still clearly visible.
Imagine a winter day with a roaring fire illuminating the entire room, warmth filling every corner—what a cozy and pleasant scene that would be.
Harry paced gently around the room, savoring the unique charm of the space where Ayers lived.
Every item here carries a piece of Ayers' life, allowing Harry to gain a deeper understanding of his life at Slytherin.
"Finished your tour? Curious?" I smiled as I looked at Harry, who was wearing his pajamas and looking around and touching things.
"It was my first time entering a Slytherin prefect's bedroom, and I was quite curious." After checking it out, Harry walked back and sat back down on the bed.
"Are you hungry?" She wrapped her arms around Harry's waist and rested her head on his lap.
“A little, but Ayers, how am I supposed to get out of here?” Harry propped himself up on the bed with one hand and gently stroked my hair with the other.
Harry is a Gryffindor, so I wonder if he'll be surrounded by Slytherin snakes the moment he steps out of my room.
If the invisibility cloak were still there, he could walk out openly.
"With me here, I'll make sure you can walk out of here with your head held high." I propped myself up on the bed and sat up, giving Harry a sweet kiss on the lips before lifting the covers to wash up.
"Ayers, shouldn't you get me some clothes to change into?" Harry blushed and touched the corner of his mouth where he had been kissed before realizing he didn't have any clothes to change into.
"I'll just go to the closet and get you an outfit you can wear," I replied casually, washing my face with water.
“Ayers, how come you have robes from every house here?” Harry never expected to see such a spectacular sight when he opened Ayers’ wardrobe.
The wardrobe contains the school robes of each college, and even the sizes are different.
"So that it will be easier for me to wander around the other houses." After I finished washing up, I walked to the wardrobe and saw Harry standing there, smiling as he casually took out a Gryffindor uniform and held it up against Harry.
"What are you going to do at the other houses?" Harry took the school uniform I handed him and started changing right away.
"Harry, have you noticed how relaxed you are around me right now?" She was about to answer Harry's question when this guy started changing clothes right in front of her. Wasn't this just seducing her?
"What I have, you have too, don't you? Haven't you seen everything you should and shouldn't have seen?" Harry rolled his eyes at the person next to him after changing his clothes, and then seriously tied his tie.
“I didn’t just watch, I did everything I was supposed to do.” He stepped forward, took the tie from Harry’s hand, and straightened it for him.
"Ayers, how come you're so good at tying a tie?" Harry blushed and changed the subject, looking at the tie I had just straightened for him.
“Harry, have you forgotten that I also need to take care of my tie?” I also took a black robe out of the closet.
"Aren't you going to wear your school uniform?" Harry asked curiously, looking at the clothes I was holding.
"Honey, have you forgotten that today is a holiday?" He took off his clothes and changed right in front of Harry.
Harry saw the few red marks on my back and his face turned bright red.
After I finished dressing and turned around, I saw Harry with a bright red face. I knew he had seen my masterpiece. That shy little guy. I just smiled.
He took his wand and cast a Confusion Charm on the two of us, then led us by the hand out of the Slytherin common room.
As we were about to reach the Great Hall, Harry and I removed the 'Confusion Charm' and walked into the Great Hall side by side.
Harry was very nervous in the Slytherin common room because Draco's group was having afternoon tea there, and he was afraid of being noticed.
I knew what he was nervous about, so I squeezed his hand, and we followed the little wizard who was about to leave the Slytherin common room openly.
"Phew~" Harry felt a great sense of relief upon reaching the Great Hall.
I walked into the hall and auditorium with complete composure.