[HP Doujin] 1943

I didn't sleep well that night.The next day I didn't get up until near noon.Mr. Randall and my mother live in a big suite, and Tony and I live in our own room, so we usually don't interfere with each other.The hotel waiter who brought me lunch told me that "the Randalls went to Crete to take a sailing boat early in the morning", and he also asked me: "There is a dinner party at the Cote d'Azur Hotel tonight, and Master Tony has received an invitation. He asked me to ask if you want to go with him?"

"No." I said simply.

I sat on the balcony and read a book all afternoon. After dinner, I felt a headache because of too much wind in the afternoon, so I collapsed on the bed and fell asleep again in a daze.

The light in the room was dim, and the French windows connected to the balcony were open. Under the thick woolen curtains, there was a row of gold velvet fringes hanging on the floor, and a gust of sea breeze blew, swaying delicately.

I don't know how long I slept.I seemed to be awakened suddenly by some movement in the darkness, and I opened my eyes all of a sudden.

The wind picked up, and the French windows were slammed by the wind, and the curtains were rolled outside, flying with a clatter.A dull thunder rumbled in the distance, and it turned out that the summer night shower was coming.

I was about to get up to close the window when I suddenly smelled a strong smell of alcohol in the dark.

"Tony?" I asked tentatively, "Why did you come to my room?"

There was no light in the room, the only light source was the lighthouse in the bay outside the window and the searchlight in the harbor.With the faint light, I saw a figure standing in front of me, with a tall and slender figure, with dark eyes that shone faintly in the dark, and heavy breathing with whiskey, tequila and other spirits. The breath, the collar of the shirt was loose, and the clothes smelled of cigarettes.

Suddenly a bolt of lightning flashed across the dark sky, and for a split second I could see Tom Riddle's face clearly.I even saw the bloodshot eyes and the faint blue stubble on his chin.

I swallowed, suppressed the feeling of confusion, and asked calmly, "Why are you here?"

"Tony drank too much at the dinner party," he said, his familiar voice husky and low. "I just sent him back."

"What are you doing in my room?"

He turned his head towards the door: "I'm here to find the bathroom."

"Over there." I said, while sitting up, I pulled the light cord on the bedside table, and the soft dim yellow light filled the room at once.

He stumbled towards the bathroom, the door of the bathroom was ajar, I heard his violent vomiting, and then there was the sound of the faucet running water.

There was a thunderclap, and it rained cats and dogs.Barefoot, I walked to the balcony and closed the window forcefully. As soon as I turned around, I just saw him coming out of the bathroom, holding the door frame with one hand, his hair and face were drenched with cold water.

"It's raining heavily." I leaned my back against the floor-to-ceiling windows and said it unnecessarily.

The rainwater converged into a stream of water, flowing down from the glass floor-to-ceiling windows, making a loud sound, like a waterfall.

He glanced behind me and said lightly, "Yes."

"Want some water?" I picked up an empty glass.

"I'm not drunk yet," he said softly.

I put the glass down and asked, "Did you get Tony drunk on purpose?"

He smiled sarcastically and said, "Why did I get him drunk? It was he who drank too much to make trouble for himself, but I knocked him out."

"What?" I almost jumped up.

"He was drunk and came to me for a duel," he said slowly. "He accused me of killing Marguerite in a fit of indignation, and warned me to stay away from you. If he won, he said, I would Never touch you again. If he loses, then he will serve me forever."

He smiled easily, took off his long black coat, and threw it on the footstool in front of my bed, as if he just told me a common joke.

"Who won?" I asked.

He looked at me, rubbed his temples, smiled, and said to me in the tone of speaking to an ignorant child: "What do you think?"

He walked up to me, put his hands in the pockets of his trousers, and calmly looked at the dark and heavy rain outside.He took a pack of British cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to me, and I took a step back in disgust.

He shrugged, pulled out one himself, paused on the table, and lit it.

"What the hell did you do to Tony?" I asked, feeling my voice sound awkward.

"Don't worry, he won't die," he glanced at me, "It's still useful for me to keep him."

My voice trembled slightly: "What are you and Sylvia doing? Did Tony know something before he went to fight you?"

"This has nothing to do with you." His tone was still light, maybe he had just vomited, his voice was a little fluffy, but with an unquestionable tone, "Don't ask me about my business in the future."

Seeing that I didn't speak, he turned his head, gently protruding a circle of smoke, and stretched out a hand to me, as if patiently waiting for me to hold him.

I bit my lip and said, "I'm going to bed, you go."

A bright white lightning flashed across the sky, and there was another thunderclap. I trembled all over, and closed my eyes subconsciously. When I opened them again, he had already pulled me into his arms, with his unshaven chin stuck in the my face.With one arm around my waist, he extinguished the cigarette directly on the oak desk with the other, and I smelled the smell of burnt wood.

His lips were dry and soft, with a smell of smoke, and he kissed mine lightly.

"You miss me, don't you, Elizabeth?" he asked in a low voice.

His whole body exuded a strong smell of tobacco and alcohol, which made me choke and cough again and again.I pushed him and said angrily, "Tom..."

His eyes were dark and deep, with a cold and sharp light, staring at me closely, as if suppressing countless tumbling emotions.My voice dropped as if something was blocking my throat.

He reached the back of my neck, pressed my back against the cold French window, and kissed me so hard I was sure my mouth was swollen.Then, he began to kiss my neck and ears again, and the itchy breath breathed on the back of my ears.

After three or four minutes, seeing that I was still numb, he stopped and looked at me.

Panting slightly, I said sadly, "Tom...I think you are getting farther and farther away from me."

"What do you mean?"

"You are no longer the Tom I fell in love with," I summoned up my courage and said recklessly, "When you were in school, you never told me about the things between you and Sylvia. I endured it, but you disappeared after the summer vacation. I don’t know where you went, who you met, and what you did. What is the relationship between us now?”

He looked at me with a hint of amusing wonder, his dark eyes were dark and indifferent.I couldn't help but took two steps back, and my back hit the edge of the wooden table.

"What is our relationship now?" He laughed, repeated my question, and took a step closer to me. "Has there ever been any other relationship between me and you? What do you mean by asking this question, Elizabeth Bradley?"

I shuddered a little.I yearned to retreat, but there was no retreat behind me.

He took another step closer to me, his voice became very hoarse: "Tell me, what are you thinking?"

"Actually... I've been thinking about this since the day you were injured." I struggled to utter these words, lowering my eyelids, not daring to look at his expression at all.I tried to keep my voice steady while noticing that my arms and legs were shaking uncontrollably and my pajamas were sticking to my back with cold sweat.

"Say." His voice was extremely cold, hiding a violent anger.

My fear gradually rose to the extreme, but he had driven me so far that I had no choice.

"Let's end it." I lowered my head and whispered this sentence.The moment the words came out, tears burst out of my eyes, and I buried my head lower in embarrassment, but the tears fell on my chest like broken pearls, and I couldn't stop it.Yes, we broke up once two years ago, and it was Tom who said that, and he wiped my memory after he said it.He was right, we shouldn't be together from the very beginning, it was me who refused to give up and insisted on coming back to him.Now it is me who said this sentence, and I dare not even look him in the eyes and say this sentence.

I'm afraid I'll see my own soul in his eyes.

Tom's life and mine have long been one, but without him I can't breathe, I can't live.I met Tom in the rebellious age of 10, and he brought out all the wildness and desire in me, and he made me feel alive for the first time.But now I am no longer the 10-year-old me, what I need is not wildness and desire, what I need is breathing space, what I need is a normal life.

He didn't talk, so I thought maybe it was okay and he didn't want to waste any more time with me.

Just when I looked up, out of nowhere, he grabbed a glass on the table and threw it at the opposite wall of the room. It shattered, and glass shards splashed all over the room.

Mr. Douglas' voice came from the next room: "Lizzie? What happened?"

Tom's wand rested on my waist. He looked at me coldly and said sternly, "The last time you disobeyed my orders, Myrtle Warren died. You see."

I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said loudly: "It's okay, I knocked over the cup myself."

"Need me to come in and take a look?" Mr. Douglas asked outside the door.

"No," I said, "I've packed it up. Good night, Mr. Douglas."

I heard Mr. Douglas mutter outside, "Always messy," and he walks away, closing the door of his room.

I turned around tremblingly, trying to back away, but Tom clasped my waist tightly and pressed me against his body, with a strong smell of alcohol in his hot breath.

"If I want to end with you, Elizabeth, I will let you know." His voice was calm and terrifying, full of threats, "You are the one who wants to come back to me, and you think you can leave now if you want to ?"

The assertiveness in his tone made me a little angry, so I made a very serious mistake and angrily said the following sentence to him without thinking: "What do you think you are? Apart from being handsome, You have a good brain, with your background, you really thought that someone would be interested in—"

Before I could finish my sentence, he turned around and slapped me hard with a wave of his hand.

I fell to the floor all of a sudden, my hair fell down, and I lost all feeling on the left half of my cheek.When I fell to the ground, my palm was cut by a piece of broken glass, and the blood flowed across the dark brown solid wood floor, leaving a dark trail.

A sweet fishy smell spread in my mouth, and I reached out to touch the corner of my mouth, only to find that the corner of my mouth was also broken, and thick blood dripped on the collar of my chest.

My first reaction was to call for Mr. Douglas who was sleeping next door, but when I saw Tom's expression, I swallowed the idea forcefully.Blood rushed to my brain, and I couldn't think or move at all.

When people are extremely afraid, they no longer know what anger and dignity are. Tom made me understand this truth.I bit my lip tightly, got up from the floor without saying a word, raised my head and looked at him blankly.

He turned sideways, slowly buttoned up the front of his shirt, looked down at my distressed appearance, and his calm voice was as cold as an eternal iceberg in the polar region: "Elizabeth, don't you just rely on me to like you?" ?Some things you think about yourself, don't touch my bottom line. "

After speaking, he picked up his coat, and with a "pop", Apparition disappeared.

******

"We all live in the gutter, but there are still people looking up at the stars."【18】

Tony said aloud, sitting under an orange parasol, flipping through a Muggle newspaper.

I'm wearing a white bathrobe over my swimsuit and I'm sitting on the upper deck of a twin-engine motor yacht looking out over the sparkling water.I tied a white scarf in my hair, imitating that very beautiful Muggle film star Grace Kelly, and borrowed Tony's sunglasses to hide the scars on my face.

"Who said that?" I asked.

"Oscar Wilde," Tony said.

"Who?"

"A very clever Muggle."

"Oh?" I said lazily, "Can you get his phone number for me?"

Tony turned a page of the newspaper: "He's gay and wouldn't be interested in you. Oh, by the way, he's been dead for over 40 years."

"Can't you read books written by living people?" I said.

"People who are alive can't see the world very clearly," he said.

I was too lazy to argue with him on such a boring topic, so I stood up, poured myself a glass of wine, grabbed a handful of ice cubes from the glass jar, stuffed two in my mouth, and threw the rest into the glass. Head, gulp down.

Tony looked up from the newspaper, frowning: "That's Chateau Latour in 1820!"

I shrugged and poured another glass.

"Are you as good as you?" He said angrily.

For someone like me who doesn't understand wine at all and only knows how to get drunk, a glass of low-quality red wine that can be bought for a few nats tastes not much different from his collection of Latour.I ignored him and went straight to the stern.

A man like Tony is good at eating, drinking and having fun.In addition to his fondness for Muggle sports cars, he also bought several houses in London without telling the old man Randall, and the basement of one house was full of good Muggle and goblin wine.He also likes horses. Last month, he got two purebred German Hannover Warmblood horses from somewhere. They are tall and handsome. I suspect that even the horses in Windsor Castle are not as good as his blood.

I have no interest in these habits of his.Although we live under the sky of London and breathe the same air, he and I are completely in two worlds.

I randomly selected a disc and stuffed it into the record player, set the needle, and the familiar LaVieEnRose by French singer édith Piaf fluttered in the breeze of the Aegean Sea.

I sat on the engine at the stern, shaking the glass in my hand, and watched the deep red liquid sparkle intoxicatingly in the sun.

On that sunny afternoon, we were surrounded by vacation yachts, but I couldn't get my spirits up.

That week, Tony and I went out early and returned late every day.Tony had several nasty scars on his arms, and my face is still swollen, not much better than his.In order to avoid the eyes of Mr. Randall and my mother, we can only stay outside every day and try not to go back to the hotel.

These days, Tony and I have developed an odd rapport in which he doesn't ask what's wrong with my face and I don't ask what's wrong with his arm.We only discuss eating, drinking and having fun together, and we play crazy every day, as if we can avoid problems that we don't want to face.

At dusk, we drove the speedboat to the shore, and I changed into an apple-green skirt. The evening sea breeze was a bit cool, and I also put on a thin jacket.I didn't bring my coat when I went out, but Tony gave it to me.

"I know a good bar," Tony said to me. "Do you want to check it out?"

We left the busy city and went to a small alley full of pedestrians.My limited travel experience tells me that generally the real good taverns and restaurants are hidden in the market.When I got there, I found out that this is really a good place-this is a bar for pure wizards, and the name is also interesting, called "Aegean Sea for a Drunk Party".

The facade of the bar is almost as dilapidated as the Leaky Cauldron, but the interior decoration is full of Balkan style.The bar is very large and noisy. The bar is full of shiny wine glasses and bottles. A rock band composed of American wizards is performing British rock hoarsely on the stage. There are dazzling lights on the dance floor. Many young people Wizards and witches dance wildly inside.

Hey Jude, don't make it bad Hey Jude!don't be depressed

Takeasadsongandmakeitbetter find a sad song and make it happier

Remember, tolether into your heart

Thenyoucanstarttomakeitbetter the world can start to make it better

Hey Jude, don'tbeafraid Hey Jude!Do not be afraid

You were made to go out and gether

TheminuteYouletherunderyourskin, the moment you bury it in your heart

Thenyou'llbegintomakeitbetter the world will start to get better...【19】

"This place is amazing!" I stood on tiptoe and yelled in Tony's ear because it was so loud, so he could hear me clearly.He quickly walked off with two beautiful French witches, and I sat at the bar and ordered a tall shot of straight tequila without ice.

I had a little too much to drink that day, and I turned around and walked onto the dance floor, writhing, and quickly becoming the centerpiece of several wizards.

A burly Norwegian wizard came up to me and did a lap dance with me.After a while, he started to touch me, I raised my hand and pushed him away, but he didn't stop there, and reached out to lift my skirt again.I didn't want to make trouble at first, so I turned and walked away, but he followed me to the bar and continued to tease me.I felt very impatient, so I picked up the flame whiskey in front of a wizard on the bar, and splashed it all on his face with a bang.

"Hey, that's my wine!" exclaimed the Greek wizard angrily.

The wizard who was splashed with wine also jumped up angrily, pulled out his wand, a red light flew over my hair, and knocked away a blue candlestick on the wall.

A black female singer in a short skirt decorated with sequins is twisting her body on the stage, singing Britpop, and countless people are shaking their fists off the stage, and no one heard me scream at all.

Hey Jude, refrain Hey Jude!be patient.

Don't carry the world upon your shoulders.

Forwellyouknowthatit'safool ​​you know those stupid people.

Whoplaysitcool always pretends not to care.

makinghisworldalittlecolder made his world very cold.

Nanananananananana...

Everything in front of me was like a scene from a silent movie - electric guitars, jazz drums and the hoarse voice of the home court on one side, and dancing and screaming crowds on the other, but we were fighting in the dark, and no one noticed us at all.As I staggered to the side, the people around me continued to sing and dance, and even laughed at me, because late night bar fights were too common to be a big deal.

My miserable and short life is like a day and night in a nightclub, stimulated by dance music, alcohol and lights, in the dark who is crying, who is laughing, who is bleeding, except myself , who the hell cares?

A table was knocked over, bottles and glasses shattered and I fell to the floor.I felt a splitting headache, and there was only a whirling halo in front of my eyes. At this moment, I saw two or three people walk up to me, took out their wands, and quickly made those two run away The Norwegian wizard who came to beat me flew into the corner.I looked up in a daze, and saw Tony and Tom talking.

I was so angry when I saw Tom, but Tony turned and walked away at this moment.Tom leaned over, picked me up around the waist despite my struggle, and walked through the crowd to the outside of the bar.

"Tony!" I yelled angrily at Tony's back, "Come back!"

But the music in the bar was so loud that he didn't hear me at all.

Hey Jude don'tmakeitbad Hey Jude!don't be discouraged

Takeasadsongandmakeitbetter find a sad song and make it happier

Rememberyouletherunderyourskin

Thenyou'llbegin the world can

Tomakeitbetter is starting to get better

Betterbetterbetterbetter(Makeitture)better......

Nanananananananananana, hey Jude

Nanananananananananana, hey Jude

Nanananananananananana, hey Jude

The air outside the bar was very fresh, with a hint of salty sea breeze.The night sky in Athens is a calm and peaceful deep blue, which looks sour and sweet like frozen blueberry pudding.The summer night sea breeze is so gentle, blowing on my sweat-drenched face and forehead, so comfortable.

The cool rain fell on my face, as if it was raining lightly.

The alley twists and turns, and the pavement paved with stone slabs shimmers wetly under the dim street lamps and rain.He has been holding me in this deep, drizzling alley, walking forward, walking forward, after a long, long time, he never stopped.

I vomited once on the side of the road halfway.After I vomited, he squatted on the deserted street, wiped my mouth and face with a handkerchief, and was surprisingly patient.He took off his own windbreaker and wrapped it around my skirt, then picked me up firmly and walked on.

The rain in the summer night is not cold at all, it falls softly and finely on the skin, itchy, soft, and very comfortable.I cower in his clothes.His clothes were large, and the silk lining had a warm smell, which was wonderful.I sniffed the smell drowsily, trying to think, what kind of smell is this?There seems to be a faint smell of tobacco, the old wood in the wine cellar, and the quill pen dipped in new ink that has just fallen on the paper. When the writing is not dry, it smells like ink...

When I woke up in a trance, I heard the monotonous rushing sound of sea water rushing onto the beach, and the humming sound of the fog horn not far away. On the deep blue sea.

As soon as I looked up, I saw the bright Milky Way above my head, extending from one end of the horizon to the other.I turned my head again and saw Tom's sleeping face under the brilliant stars.

We slept on a local fishing boat moored on the shore under a woolen blanket, and Tom held me in one arm, his head resting on the cabin, sound asleep.

The night is dark, but Athens in midsummer is a city that never sleeps.

Not far away, from time to time, there is still a yacht sailing across the water at high speed. There are laughter and laughter in the bright cabin, which sounds so far away.There is also a speedboat parked on the pier across the bay from us. There is faint music coming from it. I can recognize the sound of a brass record player.

In that era, both Muggles and wizards lived in the shadow of war.Today we may still be laughing and laughing, but tomorrow we may be arrested as spies; a city that is still sunny today may be shrouded in clouds of air raids and death tomorrow.Everyone has learned to enjoy themselves in time and seize every second of the moment.I thought of the motto that Margaret's Latin tutor wrote long ago in her workbook: "carpediem," which in English means seize the moment.I am always looking back on the past and looking forward to the future, but why have I never thought about how to live well in the present?

The surface of the water swayed slightly, reflecting the cold starlight like broken diamonds, the light shone brightly and trembled slightly, it was unbelievably beautiful.Just like the sentence that Saint-Jacques Perry wrote: "To me, you are just a little boy like thousands of boys. I don't need you, and you don't need me. To you To me, I'm just a fox, like thousands of foxes, but if you tame me, then we both need each other, to me, you are unique in the world, In your opinion, I am also unique in the world..."【20】

The fishing boat swayed gently on the sea, and unconsciously, I read this sentence softly.Tom moved on top of my head and said in a low voice with a smile, "Am I that boy of yours?"

I pushed him away and sat up, feeling dizzy for a while.The feeling of a hangover can literally kill you.I shook my head, forced a smile, and ignored him.I stared at the distant horizon for a while, then turned my head and said to him calmly: "Did you ask Tony to take me to that bar?"

He half-opened his eyes and said absent-mindedly: "We were meeting there to discuss things, and Tony just happened to go over to find us, so he brought you along."

I asked again: "Is Tony already a member of your knight order?"

"No, it would be more valuable to me if he didn't join."

"why?"

"Every member of the Knights has a certain brand. Tony will work for me in the Ministry of Magic in the future. He'd better not be suspected by others." He said calmly, a strand of black hair fluttering gently in the sea breeze with.

As he spoke, he looked at me thoughtfully, with a faint smile on his lips.That smile was so shallow, but it vaguely carried the shadow of the Tom from long ago.

I turned my head away, looked at the lights of the yachts on the opposite dock, and didn't speak.

He lowered his head, smiled slightly, stretched out his hand to caress my cheek, turned my face to look at him, and asked in a somewhat awkward tone: "Does it still hurt?"

"You still have the nerve to ask?"

He reached out and pulled me into his arms, and said with a smile, "Why, still angry? Don't you think that since we got back together, everything has been so peaceful? Sometimes I even miss our time in third grade. The quarrel at the time, that was really exciting. You have been too sensible and boring since the sixth grade. Elizabeth, who forced me to do it to you that night, is my woman."

I looked at him frowning, and there was only one thought left in my mind, he was a pervert.But... What's even more perverted is that I actually agree with what he said.

Tom and I are no ordinary student couple, we always have to fight to be happy.This is the biggest commonality between Tom and me: we are all the same wild species, and it is impossible to be tamed by this hypocritical civilized society in this life.

Thinking of this, I suddenly burst out laughing.

Laughing and laughing, I suddenly felt like crying.I will never have the strength to leave him.

Tom leaned over and whispered in my ear, "It's almost sunrise, and it's a new day."

Yes, tomorrow is another day.

The record player in the yacht on the other side turned up louder, and I heard a hoarse and affectionate singing voice of a middle-aged man——

Love metender, love me sweet;

Neverletmego.

You have made my life complete.

And I love you so.

Love metender, love me true;

All my dreamfulfill,

Formydarling, I love you.

And I always will. 【21】

I sighed and leaned back, resting my head on his chest.

【18】Oscar Wilde famous quote: Weare all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars.

[19] Taken from "Hey Jude", the singer is The Beatles who everyone is familiar with, the 1968 champion single.

【20】From the famous children's literature short story "The Little Prince" written by French writer Antoine de Saint-Exupery in 1942.

[21] Love Me Tender from Elvis Presley (Elvis Presley), the 1956 Oscar golden song.