HP leap time

The clock came back to its original point, and the echoes of the bells bumped back and forth in the frost-covered night and dissipated.

Draco didn't end his confinement until midnight.

When he came out of the trophy room, he stayed alone at the fork in the road leading to Slytherin and the Observation Tower.

A series of unpleasant events had occurred in the afternoon, and when Mrs. Hodge arrived, he had just gotten into a fight with the up-nosed Weasley.So the end result was solitary confinement, thankfully it was just cleaning up the files in the trophy room instead of helping Filch with Weasley to polish the dusty countless trophies, which would probably take an entire night.

He took out a handkerchief from his pocket, twirled his thin fingers, and then put it away in his robe.Spreading his hands, he stared at his fingertips covered in night.

The black-haired boy was as light as a feather, and his body temperature was beyond ordinary.

It's ironic, he always looks so strong and indomitable, so radiant, like there's nothing he can't do, like there's nothing his sun can't shine.

He will always stand in the scorching sun, dazzling and shining, but no one can see that the golden light can easily penetrate his body, illuminating the rotten wounds one by one.

Draco walked up step by step, evenly and silently, only the breathing of the portraits around him.

His fingers were clenched suddenly by his side, and he would never forget that feeling, when he desperately rode a broom to get close to him, and then was hindered by something and became slow.That damned isolation spell!For a moment, he was separated abruptly.

The distance between them is so far away that he can get close if he wants to. He is Draco Malfoy, an enemy who is always looking for trouble and hated by him, maybe he is not an enemy at all... There is always a long way to go when a hero grows up. There are all kinds of thorns and obstacles, maybe he is one of them, sprouting branches behind the invisible hero, and then falling back into the thick darkness with indifferent eyes.

Just like now, he walked silently in the dark alone, stepping on the cold steps, imagining how far he was from the infirmary, how far he was from the boy buried in the white sheet.

The draft passed by, splashing a frosty chill.

Familiar with the road, he went around to the Star Observation Tower.

Draco buried his face in the scarf, but the cold still seeped in through the gap.

so cold...

The moonlight sprinkled every corner of the tower quietly, melting into the wind glisteningly and moistly.

Where is Dylan now?It's so late, will it go back to its nest?Draco pulled out a small delicate whistle from his chest and began to miss the warmth of it, even though he never figured out its origin.Maybe it came from the Forbidden Forest, or maybe it came from a certain grassland with no snow all the year round, but he didn't want to really master everything about it. Some things lost their mystery and interest after they were matured.

Dylan is a beautiful white eagle with a pair of light green eyes, smart and agile, he is his friend and pet.Draco had wanted to mark it as Malfoy for a long time, it would be very fulfilling.But that guy is a thief, as long as he didn't summon it at Hogwarts, it wouldn't appear.So much so that I used my whistle to lure him several times in Malfoy Manor at Christmas, and I was even disappointed to think that it had left forever.

A smart animal, but also a silly and cute bird.

Draco couldn't help but feel better after thinking about it, silently reminiscing about the flying with his heart beating faster.

It belonged to him alone.

The whistle came out slowly from the mouth, like a spring flowing in the darkness, soft and demure.

The cold moonlight poured down from the gaps in the protein-colored gauze curtains, fell on the white sheets, and sprinkled in every staggered gap in the white room.

Warm yellow halos light up frequently on the thin and distinct collarbone, making the shoulder sockets under the straight curve more profound.

The boy's even breathing was a little messed up, he frowned, and raised his jaw in discomfort, the thing in his neck scorched his skin, eager and enthusiastic.

Draco put down his whistle in disappointment, the night sky was as calm and deep as ever, and the warmth he wanted to wait for did not appear.

"Huh." He didn't know how many times he sighed tonight, disappointment and pain, jealousy, anxiety, depression, worry... mixed together.Never, never had anything been so negative about a Malfoy.

The negative emotions came so suddenly, and the impact was so sudden, everything caught him off guard, and everything... was so traceable.

Malfoy deserved the best, Draco put his head down, deserved it but couldn't get it.

How should he choose?What if it was a father?Draco was used to trying to think in Lucius' way, and his father would choose the most suitable way, everything that was most beneficial to Malfoy.Will I too?Is it the most beneficial way?

Then, just like what his father said, he should please the savior from the beginning, not be against him.

No, not right!

He couldn't do it anymore, he couldn't do it the moment the boy rejected him!Just like he didn't tell his father about Dylan, he was already resisting.

Terrified, Draco buried his chin in the scarf, palpitating at his rebellion.

His head was in a mess, mixed with negative emotions and messy memories. He shook his aching head, thinking that he should go to rest, or he would go crazy or freeze to death here sooner or later.

"Excuse me..." The small and strange voice was especially harsh in the empty Star Observation Tower.

Draco flinched in fright, reaching out a hand into his bosom, and touched the familiar wand with the silver handle.

"Dylan?" He asked in a low voice, but his voice disappeared in the darkness. Are you worrying too much?He still held his wand tightly in his hand, and the sudden sense of crisis lingered in his body for a long time, hoping it wasn't Filch who found it.

Tap... Draco backed away slowly, feeling a chill run down his spine.

"Ah..." The exclamation was muffled in his throat, and Draco's eyes widened.An arm tightly wrapped around his neck, from the darkness behind him.

The blood in his body seemed to be frozen, and Draco felt that his jaw was held up by a slender thing, and the pointed end was faintly emitting a cold air.

That's a magic wand!

Subconsciously, Draco hugged his arms across his chest, and drew out his wand with the other hand.

"Crack!" The wand was knocked aside in an instant, it rolled on the ground, and fell to the doorway leading to the stairs.

"Who is it?" He asked tremblingly, his right hand weakly pressed the arm around his neck, it was hard and powerful, a strong adult man.The opponent's other hand held an invisible wand against his chin.

Can't resist, an unknown and terrifying wizard!

"Are you... are you Draco?" A faint voice came from not far away, not behind him.Her voice was unwavering, like a whisper in a dream.

His gray eyes widened in surprise, and a girl appeared in front of him. The delicate white robe was simply wrapped around her thin body, and her platinum hair was tied behind her head, like a galaxy reflecting the coolness in the night. moonlight.

Silently, Draco stopped trying to resist, his Adam's apple rolled carefully under the pressure.

The identity of the person in front of him is not simple, although the clothes are very simple, but it does not affect the family logo embroidered in gold on the robe, the exquisite and mysterious pattern is a bit familiar, as if he has seen the pattern somewhere.

It is obvious that she is a person of high status, no matter in terms of temperament or ability, no matter in terms of clothing or appearance, even if her face is wrapped round and round by white gauze.

Who is it?what purpose?Malfoy's enemy?Clearly she knew herself.

"Are you afraid?" The girl leaned closer, staring blankly at his ear with her pair of unfocused black pupils. "Afraid of what I might do to you..."

Draco shuddered, she was blind, obviously.Her pupils hardly moved, and the moonlight illuminated her eyelashes, but could not illuminate the two deep black pools.

"Who are you?" Draco hissed, his heart beating violently, and the fear grew to a certain point before it became short-lived reason. "I'm the only Malfoy son... you know..."

"Are you waiting for him?" the girl interrupted him, as if talking to herself.

Draco tried to struggle for a while, but was immediately held tighter by the mysterious man behind him, as if he was afraid that he would run away.His chest was heaving vigorously, and he was full of thoughts. It was obvious that the guy in front of him was either mentally ill or just pretending to be stupid.Their conversation couldn't go on at all, and they couldn't even talk normally, which made him unable to know the enemy's purpose.

"Him?" Draco tried to delay the time. For the first time, he hoped to see someone, even if it was Filch, but when he thought of his countless private meetings with Dylan in this ghost place, he was never discovered by anyone. His heart was chilled.

The girl didn't answer. The cold wind passing through the tower was caressed by the moonlight, condensing the water vapor rising from the black wooden railing into frost.

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The author has something to say:

Listened to an old song called Oceanside recently?

There is a lyric at the end, the translation is.

All sunshine is not as bright as your smile.

I can't help but think of the mottled tree shadows in the sun, the ironed white shirts, and the intoxicating sunshine in the dimples...

I think... if Draco is willing to smile at Harry like this, maybe...someone will fall faster, right?

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