young man returning home

Chapter 13 Don't care about the backstage

Goblet, red wine, waltz.

A huge and gorgeous chandelier hangs down several strings of crystal tassels, green velvet curtains and tassels move secretly, the wind is clear, the clouds are light, the huge manor is so quiet that there is no human voice, only musical notes, and the harmonious rhythmic notes are like flowing water overflowing into a dream, murmuring endlessly. interest.

"Pa——" a string stopped falling, and the crystal chandelier broke a piece of pearl tassel. sleep talking.

The brunette girl stood up from the sofa, looked at the gloomy sky outside the window, and murmured: "Jessica is most afraid of rainy days, - we, let's go and see her - thank you for discovering the beauty of this bird, she Unlike normal owls. I love her so much."

More than dance music.He lowered his head and squinted and imagined the scene where the guests slipped onto the dance floor. The girl also stumbled clumsily and got entangled with the crowd. She was a bit embarrassed, but so cute.The young man's face was closed with a gentle warm halo, his long eyelashes were dotted with gold, and the corners of his mouth could not help but smile, such a smile that was so easy to satisfy in the overly peaceful and peaceful happiness at that time.

He raised his glass of wine, as familiar as every Malfoy who had ever lived here.The boy walked up to her, stretched out his hand and bent down gentlemanly to invite her to dance: "Let's dance, girl."

She dodged his hand mischievously: "It's not sincere, Mr. Malfoy."

"Where," he entangled with a smile, "I've wanted to do this for a long time—the prom in the fourth grade, and I discovered for the first time that the brown-haired nutria is also so beautiful, so forgive me for being slow." He took a step back and moved The red wine glass was placed on the table casually, "Draco hid at the stairs at the fourth grade dance party, secretly watching the nutria choked up and cried because he had no dance partner. Painful. The young man hides in the dark and is anxious. He really wants to muster up the courage to walk over, like a gentleman who has always been such, put aside Malfoy's perverseness and hostility, and only dance for the girl he loves.—— At that time, he discovered that young love grows like crazy weeds." He paused slightly when he said this, "At that time, he had the courage to fall in love with a Gryffindor absurdly. !"

"In the end, the nutria didn't wait for you."

"Draco's momentary timidity gave Krum a head start."

"At that time, your dancing partner was Pansy." She insisted.

"At that time, at that time, shouldn't I leave Pansy at the engagement ceremony and go find you in the Muggle district alone, eh?"

Hermione was defeated, bowed her head in silence, but her face was blushing, overflowing with a different kind of shyness and happiness that only belonged to girls.Draco snatched her hand, and the two slid onto the dance floor together.

"Good girl, we're so late for the dance that only belongs to the two of us." He pressed against her ear and whispered.The warm air blew on the fine hair around her ears and temples, making it extremely itchy.

In the magnificent hall of Malfoy Manor, a ball without guests was going on quietly.That was what he owed her in the fourth grade, about the grandest and noblest happiness of a girl.No one will come first, he can be late, but he doesn't want to be absent.

Everything about young life and love is so sensual and moving.

She would imagine all the beautiful things about him. Before the ball started, the young man stood silently and earnestly in front of every exquisite oil painting on the wall, waving the dragon core magic wand, and casting magic on the oil paintings one by one: " Uh, uh, tell 'em to shut up—"

Every noble oil painting in the old manor is embedded with a soul that is almost obsessed with pure blood. Those well-dressed moralists will always pop up unsightly dirty words at inappropriate times: "Mudblood — Go — Mudblood — Go! Get off the estate!”

Of course he didn't want to let this happen. Interrupting a beautiful dance is as unforgivable as interrupting a lady's sweet siesta.The blond boy stepped on the chair, clumsily and seriously sealed the mouths of the guards in the oil painting with white cloth glue, and chanted the spell: "Shut up—"

"Shut up--"

"To shut up--"

……

"Oh, poor boy, what the hell is he doing!"

"Damn it! What's going to happen to Malfoy Manor!"

The oil painters were chattering away, and the fat ladies couldn't help laughing at the poor knight whose mouth had been glued with tape as they could see: "It's really art, Draco, the brat!"

"Take a break, ladies!" Draco continued, tearing off a piece of tape and finally stuck the women's talking mouths.

Hermione clapped her hands and giggled, as happy as a little girl.Draco couldn't help turning around and throwing the remaining tapes to her, shouting, "Hey! There's one left for you, and I hope you don't become a nagging Mrs. Malfoy in the future!"

In the backlight, the young man smiled beautifully.All the shots of Zhang Kuang after time has run out are delicacy, just like the jagged and clear yellowed old photos in the deep memory.One by one, the remnants are arrayed, the best and most heart-wrenching memories of youth, and finally shattered into powder.

She woke up on that bone-chilling cold rainy night, drenched in sweat. She sat in the solitary hut on the soft bed, crying silently.

All the images about Malfoy, the deepest pain and love in his youth, are blurred and difficult to distinguish in the increasingly hazy tears.She was crying alone, the dream blended into reality, and every scene and tree in Malfoy Manor were so clear and real.

Hermione got up, only put on an unlined garment, walked to the window barefoot, and slammed the curtains aside, the long tassels on the curtains brushed against her cheeks, making the fluff itchy.She stretched out her hand and pushed the window open, and the full moonlight overflowed in, as gentle as a clear spring.She stood at the air outlet, letting the cold wind blow into her bones, only feeling that she became more and more awake.

It turned out to be just a dream.

All the previous encounters between her and Malfoy were just a dream, the thrilling dream when he indifferently poured the "potion" they had developed during this period of time into her heart under the tower that day , already woke up.He was indifferent and selfish, not inferior to any Malfoy. Naturally, Malfoy was always punctual and kept his word. He said he would not disturb her. Since then, Slytherin really never looked for her again.

So cruel and decisive to cut off all ties between them.

The unicorn blood he bought with the curse rescued Ron who had been comatose in St. Mungo's. The trio seemed to have returned to the old days, and everything was as it was yesterday.But she knew that everything had changed, and she was no longer in the mood she used to be.

She may know Draco better than before, but she still can't understand why the teenager brutally slaughtered unicorns when she met Draco in the Forbidden Forest, and the desperate look in her eyes and the cruel curse.Maybe the truth is only at the very beginning. There is a deep secret buried in the Forbidden Forest, a secret closest to the truth, which can completely explain the secret of Draco's abnormal behavior.There was a dull pain in her heart, but she couldn't touch it.

Maybe, never will know.

After leaving him, she was haunted by nightmares intermittently, waking up countless times in such cold nights, sitting alone at dawn.She dreamed that the boy was in the Malfoy Manor, earnestly ordering the house-elf to prepare her a dance party with no guests but all night.A ball just for the two of them.He lowered his head to her ear and whispered softly, raised his neck seriously as if swearing, and told her how much Draco wanted to ask nutria to dance at the fourth grade prom.The boy hid alone in the corner, burying his small thoughts. Slytherin's arrogance made him cowardly watch the girl he loved crying alone.Maybe at that time, he had already fallen in love with that cute nutria.Maybe earlier, so early that Malfoy, who was always cautious, didn't notice.

Slytherin unforgivable love.But it is the only precious memory that Mr. Malfoy has endured through the long night and constantly ruminated.

he loves her.Girl, you know what?I love you more than you love me.Little Malfoy said this before the ball, holding his beloved girl.

A dream that is too real to be cured.

Draco stood on the chair, stood on tiptoe, and stuck the noisy mouths of the fat ladies on the oil painting with tape laboriously and earnestly: "Pass me the wand! Honey!" The young man's warm smile was clearly in front of his eyes , elegant and authentic.

She thought about it, and reached out to touch his sharp-edged face, as well as the upturned, still warm arc at the corner of his lips.

That is a dream!The hallucinations of her depression!Hermione had to remind herself cruelly.She finally, consciously closed the window and walked back to her crib.Hermione sat blankly on the edge of the bed, lay down, tried her best to tear off her single clothes, curled up in a ball, and finally fell into a dream again in a daze.

The author has something to say: Dear friends~ Xiaoxie has just finished the sixth grade exam, and will rush to draft when she comes back, come on!Don't abandon the pit, work hard to update every day!