Lips against lips, a slow caress of tongues, and Harry sighed when Severus pulled away from the kiss.
“Three kilos of snails, freshly pickled, and sixteen grams of fairy wings ...”
“A dozen Ashwinder eggs and a vial of salamander blood, I know.” Harry ran his fingers through Severus’s hair and was pulled into another kiss.
“This is serious, Harry.
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