[hp] stay out of it

Yes, different.

Since the incident in History of Magic class, Draco's curiosity about a particular person has never been greater.A stack of black magic that even decent wizards would dismiss, but a first-year student was watching, and from his appearance, he was not just out of curiosity, but was really observing and learning.

So when he was in the same class as Ravenclaw, Draco would occasionally observe.

White is not necessarily a genius who learns quickly like Dumbledore, nor is he a hard-working genius who never leaves the library like Granger. Draco has a strange feeling-White seems to be going to Hogg Watts seemed to have mastered most of the spells before, and was very unfairly running ahead of the crowd by a long way.

I don't know when, Draco found himself secretly knowing a lot of small details.For example, when Professor Flitwick taught the spell, White would listen carefully, then pretend to think, and then "learn" to cast the spell while controlling the top ten percent of all students.

For another example, the recognized outstanding student at this age is Granger, followed closely by Draco himself, and White, depending on his mood, occasionally wins the first place by surprise, and other times it takes up about four or five inconspicuously. The rank of the place.

When students discuss grades and star students, they will chatter about Hermione from Gryffindor, Draco from Slytherin, and Dange from Ravenclaw.Draco always had an uncomfortable feeling that he and the other students were working so hard, while White was doing it with ease, and even absent-mindedly controlled his ranking not to be too high.Such an attitude is to politely respect and affirm the achievements made by other people. Conversely, it can also be said that White doesn't care about these things that other students treat with care, so he just pretends to be a fool.

For another example, during the history of magic exam, Draco forgot whether the Goblin Rebellion should be before or after the Lizhi in the seventeenth century. When he was agitated, he looked up and saw that other students were also frowning, which relieved to a certain extent His anxiety - but, his eyes just slipped over subconsciously and saw White's place.

The other party is also writing at the desk.

A trace of relief and gratitude rose in Draco's heart for no reason, and before he had time to taste it, White stood up.Leaning on the back of the chair, with the front two chair legs hanging in the air, he moved his lower joints comfortably, and glanced quickly at the parchment.

he finished?

Draco was taken aback, and quickly glanced at the wall clock in front of the classroom - but there was still half time!

White looked at his watch almost at the same time, and then thought of this question, so he stood upright on the stool, sat back at the table, picked up his pen and pretended to be thinking.

Draco watched coldly from the sidelines, looked down at his answer, there were still three essay questions left.

On the surface, White was an ordinary student who couldn't be more ordinary, so he found that the unique personality he had erased in private had unknowingly become Draco's little habit.

At first, without any other special thought.Draco simply thought it was fun, but also had the selfish intention of suing White for his braid.But later it became a habit unknowingly. Exploring a profound personality is like solving a problem wrapped in layers, or admiring the layers of summer flowers in the foggy day in London, which is quite interesting. inside.

Some emotions were really projected into it, probably that night.

Draco lost another test to Muggle-born Granger, and Lucius sent a harsh letter. He had always adored his father, so the unprecedented criticism made him very depressed. At night, in the dark green dormitory It was an eyesore for the first time, so he slipped out to relax.

Hogwarts at night is soft and peaceful.

Draco was only 11 years old.The moonlight in the tall castle did not give him enough sense of security, so the most frightening part in his memory, that is to say, was the terrifying black magic in every shadow of the castle that he had glimpsed from White's book a few days ago. Corner showed up.He left in fear, but he didn't want to go back to the underground dormitory just like that.

After finally finding a place with a good view, Draco stood still and looked at the moon.The distress brought to him by the letter from home was soothed by the moonlight in a short period of time.At this time, footsteps came from behind.

Draco looked back just in time to see White, with his hands in his pockets, coming around the corner.Noticing Draco, he was obviously stunned for a moment, then pretended not to see this big living person, and walked slowly past as if nothing had happened.

For some unknown reason, Draco stopped him. "Hey. White."

White stood still and looked at him puzzled.

Draco didn't know what to say, so he sent him away again.

Perhaps the moonlight that night was so charming...

When he was promoted to the third year, on a hot afternoon, even the cold dormitory in Slytherin was warm, Draco was lazily lying in the armchair, beside Crabbe and Goyle, two idiots and Their brain capacity is less than one cubic centimeter, and they barely have a conversation.

They mentioned White.

"...too weak, the two beside him are stronger than him..."

Draco pouted.

"...Very immature, just silent all day long..."

Draco pouted again.

"...the brain is not very bright..."

Draco sighed, pulled himself up, and spat a bunch of mean acne sarcasms at Crabbe and Goyle.Krabgower looked dazed, showing his trademark dementia—they didn't know where they had offended this young master again.

This guy is not as simple and ordinary as he appears on the surface. Could it be that few people in the whole school can understand?

In fact, White's low-key disguise did deceive most of the students in the school. When White walked with his friends, people tended to pay attention to Dan Qi's elegant demeanor and Bellini's kind and pleasing, sometimes even Will forget about White.

In the end, Draco found that he had unknowingly relied on his daily observations from time to time to gain a better understanding of an unconnected person than others, knowing White's hidden small characteristics, determination, wisdom, and understanding of magic. Have attainments beyond their peers.

What this too much understanding means, Draco himself doesn't know, but he thinks it's time for him to stop paying attention to a Ravenclaw who has no intersection-it makes him a little angry that he has been silently following him for so long , and with White's indifferent character to everything, he has probably forgotten who he is.

Right, it's never fair to secretly follow someone's process.

In third grade, Sirius Black ran away.

Draco was a little excited about it, or rather, gloated.He was always happy to see decent wizards wrecked.In the process of writing and exchanging letters with his family, Lucius once casually mentioned the fugitive: "Ask for trouble... We seem to have a picture of him in our family album, somewhere in a corner."

Out of curiosity, Draco found this uncle who had been expelled from the Black family in his photo album. The photo was intended to take pictures of Lucius and Narcissa when they were students, but inadvertently photographed a young boy in a lower grade .

The man resembled someone Draco knew, and Draco couldn't help but move his face closer to the photo, and the student made a disdainful grimace at Draco.

The badge on his robes was that of Gryffindor.

Draco took out the photo, turned it over, and saw a few lines: Lucius and Narcissa, 19xx, May.

Another name has been crossed out.

If you look carefully, you can see Blake's last name.

The Black family of generations of Slytherins, a man wearing Gryffindor robes, there is no doubt that there is only one, Black.

Draco didn't have much interest in this uncle he had never met, so he took a casual look, and then prepared to put away the photo album.

I still find this person somewhat familiar.

Maybe like another Uncle Regulus?

No...someone he knew better.

Draco patted his head.

that guy!A guy who always has a nonchalant smile on his mouth, and a bored look in his eyes!

Draco jumped up, Crabbe and Goyle looked at him bewilderedly.And without any explanation, he rushed out of the lounge.By the time the two big men stood up, Draco had already run away.

The colors along the way are bright and fade away with Draco's footsteps.Draco thought about catching the secret of this guy who was always on top, excited.But in fact, the real reason is that he likes this feeling.

—he knows the secret.Not just anyone's secret, but this particular guy's secret.

As in the past few years, he has been watching the other party silently, and he knows many secrets about the other party that no one else knows.For example, the level of magic that he can hide, for example, the ferociousness that he occasionally shows beyond his age.This kind of "knowing" seems to have unilaterally brought the relationship between Draco and Vincent closer, but unfortunately, in the final analysis, it was always Draco himself who was watching closely, and it was only his unilateral "knowing" ".

If I have to say it, maybe this one-sided gaze is a bit like a secret love.But Draco didn't realize it himself.He enjoys watching each other's small movements that only he can discover, and regards it as a habitual entertainment.

In the third grade, Draco was somewhat aware of his little habit.He didn't understand the possible emotions hidden in this habit of correcting, but felt that this Vincent was so hypocritical. After observing more and more things quietly, the subconscious idea of ​​wanting to confront him began to emerge.

In any case, without anyone's knowledge, after observing an object for a long time, there will always be a hidden imbalance in the mind.This sense of imbalance made Draco want to stand up.He wanted the other party to know his existence.

right.own existence.

In Vincent's eyes, it seemed that everyone else was just a boring background cloth, not worth his extra effort.Draco wasn't content to just be a silent observer, but he didn't have the chance to let Vincent know.

As for what would happen if Vincent knew about it, Draco didn't think too deeply about it.He took it for granted that the other party should let go of the disguise he was carrying, and then apologized to Draco, begging Draco not to reveal to others that he was the son of a wanted criminal.

This is indeed a way to show yourself with a strong sense of presence.

As for the deep motives of this series of emotions, at this time, it was just a vague impulsive tendency, elusive, and Draco never thought about it.

But when he excitedly ran to the top of the tower where Vincent stayed most often, and sneered at him, he never thought that Vincent would simply put a spell on him and knock him down.

When he collapsed stiffly, Draco didn't even realize that Vincent was casting the spell silently.

There was more he didn't know.

Vincent searched him carefully, and found a photo.

Lying on the cold floor, Draco had nowhere to look but stared at Vincent above his head.

The bright summer sun cast a halo on the boy's elegant curly hair, and Draco had a feeling that he couldn't look directly at it.Vincent's eyes stared at the photo, pondering, exploring.Those eyes are always deep, hiding a lot of things.But today was the first time Draco had looked so closely.

Can feel the other person's breath and body heat.

There was a little surprise in his eyes, and then there was some playfulness, and his brows frowned slightly.

Draco's heart skipped a beat.

Rumbling in his chest, pounding his eardrums.

Draco may have had his wits about this time.Draco felt frozen to stone when Vincent's pale eyes looked away from the photo and stared at Draco's face, and it had nothing to do with the petrification spell.

Vincent looked at Draco carefully with his beautiful and clear light-colored pupils.Draco's heart was pounding and his face was burning.He didn't understand why he had this crazy feeling, but he couldn't get angry, and couldn't bring himself to fight against his absurd feeling—because Vincent was looking at him so close, so close Own.

Then Vincent smiled slightly.

The curvature of the mouth is nice.

A muggy wind blows from the top of the Hogwarts summer tower, driving Vincent's curly hair and bringing the smell of fragrant flowers under the castle. The wind is hot, but it can bring The slightest light feeling.The color and taste are as rich as a full oil painting, which makes all the emotions here rise up.

Vincent raised his wand, pointing it at Draco.

Draco's heart clenched tightly.He didn't have time to be afraid of the terrible spell Vincent was going to cast, he just didn't want this dream-like fragrant and scorching picture to be broken with all his heart.

He closed his eyes.

The silhouette of the scene remains on the retina.He frowned, wanting to remember this scene forever.

The author has something to say:

Thank you 彡人判 for mine.

Well, I decided not to change it.Follow the original idea to complete this sweet and greasy secret love perspective.

Well, yes, crush perspective.After all, Draco's mood had already been imagined when he wrote it. If you go back and compare it, you can see that there is indeed a foreshadowing.

Of course, if you feel tired, you can take the chapter where the protagonist died last year as the finale.