Alice's Travels

Time can always give many answers.

In her 24-year-old life, Alice never thought that there would be a day to travel through time and space, and she never thought that she would leave too many fetters in a world that did not belong to her.

From the very beginning, she had sealed her heart tightly and carefully closed her feelings.

To release goodwill is to hope to reap goodwill.I would like the world to smile--the world must have my songs back.

If it wasn't for the existence of Pansy Parkinson, if it wasn't for this body's first menstruation, it was so painful that it was about to faint, but there was no way to ask for help, Alice would not have wanted to make friends during the first two months of staying at Hogwarts friend.

However, in a strange time and space, in a strange magical world, at least a recognizable friend who is willing to lend a helping hand when she is in trouble - she is needed.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron just filled the void.

There's no question that they can be trusted with their integrity - although their presence often means a lot of trouble.However, in Alice's view, there should be exchanges between friends, and only by giving can they feel at ease and get rewards-this kind of relationship can be stable without psychological burden.

But later, there were still variables.

Draco is different.Early on, she had vaguely understood that Draco was different.

She saved Neville, and Neville would appreciate her - but not be close to her.Or, under Neville's sensitive intuition, he is not a friendly and approachable person.

She helped Draco, but he was still like a tsundere little bastard, pretending to be serious and uttering provocative words from his mouth-even though she was clearly smiling in her heart more often.

Since when did they become friends...

In the second grade, he was the one who gave her "Night Wheel 2001"; he was the one who wanted her to give blessings during the Quidditch match;

He always had a smug and proud look on his face, and he was also the one who smiled brightly at her on the Quidditch pitch.

She kept calling him Malfoy.Maybe at some point, she had already subconsciously known in her heart that she couldn't call him Draco, couldn't get too close to him - couldn't... just put him in like that.

Just like he used to call himself Altman and then refused to call Alice first.Just stop calling her name when talking.

As if angry, she avoided him.

When Draco was attacked by Buckbeak, she tensed up.Even though she just used magic to bring him to her side, instead of rushing over immediately.

But later, she seemed to see him everywhere she went.

In the corridors, in the Slytherin common room, outside the castle, and even in Hogsmeade, it seems that he can be seen just by looking up or turning around.

When she was on the edge of the Forbidden Forest and was about to be warned and attacked by the black dog that Black turned into, it was Draco who rushed over to push her away without hesitation in such a short moment before she even had time to draw out her wand.

But how did he get here?

She pretended to ask him naturally.

Just happened to pass by.Draco told her in a nonchalant tone.

Coincidentally, passing by.

Heh, she chuckled softly in her heart, glanced at his face, but didn't reveal it.

Maybe……

Maybe something——she didn't want to think about it, and turned the page lightly and heavily.It's just that in a place she couldn't see, a shallow and clear mark was left in her heart.

Draco and Harry were enemies, and it seemed to be Draco's instinct to provoke them.

Though she secretly thought Draco would change.

She has warned him more than once to be careful when he speaks.What's the use of just saying those words?However, Draco still deliberately made fun of Hagrid in front of Harry and the three of them, and almost got Hermione slapped, although she blocked him in time.

She couldn't help but get angry.but--

Forget it, who can control whom?

She thought she thought so, and she could do the same.

However, at the moment when Moody raised his wand to Draco to teach him a lesson, she waved her wand without hesitation and stood in front of him—as if for a split second she forgot that the consequences of doing so would drag herself down. into the water.

She couldn't help herself getting angry with him.

He always loves to make trouble for the three of Harry, always causing trouble first, always provoking recklessly.

Always... refused to listen to their own words.

Maybe...she is not, in his eyes, not as...important as she vaguely thought.

Moody was going to test the Imperius Curse on the students, and she couldn't help but stand up from the moment she noticed his eyes rolling over Draco.After rejecting Moody's plan to conduct a second experiment on her, she dragged Draco away without thinking.

Perhaps this made Draco faintly aware of something, he folded his arms teasingly and asked her, why didn't the three of Harry be brought out?

Why he and not them—

why……

They are too far away from me, and there are too many people to take anyone away.Besides, Hermione and the others don't need me to worry.

she said so.

Although there was clearly a voice in her heart saying it wasn't like this—but she couldn't think about it anymore.

You can't think about his thoughts, let alone your own thoughts.

Can't admit it, can't.

Although she was getting used to glancing at the bright pale blond hair in the crowd, getting used to glancing at his figure from the corner of the public room, getting used to... those coincidences.

As soon as I got used to raising my head, he appeared in front of me.

Used to domination contests, he happened to be right next to him time and time again.

After getting used to get out of class, he coincidentally stayed in the classroom until the end like himself.

After the news of the Christmas ball came out, she habitually returned to the dormitory and glanced at the sofa in the common room, and saw that familiar figure was about to walk by, but unexpectedly received a message from another boy, Blaise. Zabini's invitation to the dance seems to be casual.

She politely declined immediately.But the next day Draco approached her with a strange look.She squeezed her hand quietly and unconsciously, and then loosened it.

The air seemed to be stagnant and gradually stopped, and there seemed to be a faint sense of impending movement.

The sudden appearance of Harry in the next second interrupted Draco's pace and brought the atmosphere to an abrupt end in the blink of an eye.Before Draco could say anything, Harry said in a confirmatory tone that she would go to the dance with him, right—

Draco didn't say anything after hearing this, but left immediately without looking back with a cold expression.

She frowned unconsciously, resisting the thought of looking back at him, and paused for a moment before looking at Harry to unceremoniously expose the fact that he was angry, disappointed, and lost because of Hermione's rejection.

And when she returned to the common room and saw Draco's cold face again, Parkinson announced that he would go to the ball with him.

She frowned unconsciously again, and went straight back to the dormitory without stopping.

Some things, maybe understand, maybe pretend not to understand, but they will rot in the stomach.

The days when she made the Felicia Potion were the times when she stayed with him all the time.

After that, it seemed as if they had been together forever.

Sweet cake, the smell that Draco brought.

When Hogwarts was overwhelmed by Umbridge's high pressure, it was Draco who stayed with her in the Astronomy Tower.

He wanted to be close to her, close to her.

His eyes followed her, his figure followed her.Facing his own discomfort, his cheeks blushed, and his awkward tone did not evade his actions...

What else is in Draco's mind that I don't understand...

But, she is going home.

When she chose to return home, she didn't say goodbye to Draco in the end.

She didn't dare to think about the result of saying goodbye in person, or didn't want to know his reaction, or... didn't want to know her choice when the time came.

However, when she finally knew that the real her did not exist in this world, and she only had a solitary soul floating in this time and space, she returned to Hogwarts only to find that Draco no longer had the pride of the past, no longer There are his complacency and his smile.

His pride was shattered—

She couldn't help standing beside him.

Maybe, just rely on each other to comfort and keep each other warm.

Perhaps, it was time to arrange for them to come together.

Later, fate reversed again.

She died, and her soul sank into a deeper time and space, returning to the more distant past of Hogwarts.

When she realized her own death and remembered everything, her soul went to the place chosen by fate.Two large doors, one black and one red, faced each other on both sides of her.

A door led her back into Alice's body, resurrected.

But the voice from another door gradually became clear in the depths of her mind—it was a call from a distant time and space, her real home.

However, Draco was sick - he was traumatized by her death.

She can't go anymore.From the past, her bond with Draco has tightly bound them together - she has already put Draco into her own world, put it on the tip of her heart, carefully treasured it, and placed it properly.

If her family existed in this world back then——

She will not be returning to Hogwarts.

If she hadn't died once, and discovered the secret of time travel before that——

She will choose to go back.

Now, she and Draco are inseparable.

We will be together - forever.

This is a promise and an oath.

There are thousands of things in the world, but Draco walked up to her step by step with a heart, and was willing to give it to her, so she returned the heart.

From beginning to end, I will treat you as you treat me.