Wild child

In the hope and anticipation, Christmas came.

I have to say that the saying that there are surprises everywhere in life is really appropriate here.

Neville asked out Ginny, the prettiest girl in the third year, and had almost no trouble.Ginny had turned down all invitations for the first few weeks, as if waiting for something, but finally agreed to the most useless student in the fourth grade.Hermione sighed at the mention, and rolled Harry's eyes hard.Probably because they felt that Neville was really lacking in competitiveness, the twins actually lightly let go of those who didn't go to "molest" their sister.

Similar to Ginny's situation is the Patil sisters, they have a lot of suitors, but after careful selection, they find that most of the good men have already found their own names, and they are divided by Harry and Ron a week before the ball. up.Parvati was quite satisfied with the result of being invited by the most dazzling warrior, but Padma was obviously not so happy.Ron really didn't rank high among her suitors.

Fred made an appointment with Angelina, the "Black Rose" of the Gryffindor team, and was punished severely by George and Lee.

But the sum of all these surprises is not as good as Hermione’s. Maybe it’s human nature to “want more if you can’t get it”. When Fanny heard that Krum caught a glimpse of him surrounded by admirers, she dismissed him. When looking at Gu's Hermione, she was stunned for a rare moment.She complied with Hermione's request to keep it secret, so on the day of the dance, everyone was shocked by Hermione's appearance and dancing partner.

On Christmas Day, Fanny and a group of people represented by the twins had a snowball fight until dark, and then everyone went back to dress up.Hermione went upstairs to "get ready" at five o'clock. When Fanny arrived in the dormitory, Hermione was sitting on the bed and tossing her hair. Her shape at this time was somewhat similar to Mary Minnie's. Half of her hair was straight and smooth, and the other half was as messy as usual. It looks like a bush, filled with all kinds of hairpins.

"Uh... you're going to spend three hours on your hair?"

"Just in time, Fanny! Help me . . . Ouch, I think this thing got in my eye . . . "

Fanny handed over her handkerchief, and held the bottle up to the light.Beyoncé brand hair smoothing agent, judging from the packaging bag thrown aside, this thing has just been opened, but the inside is already missing a quarter.

"You put on too much, Hermione. When you wash it later, your hair will be in a mess..."

"I don't care about that! I've got to make myself look... well, presentable. Thought I was the one left over, huh..."

Being invited by the most famous Seeker in the world, and beating hundreds of girls, Hermione rarely seemed happy about it, and the murmurs of discontent peaked around the time she had a partner.While her ears were callused, Fanny also realized that Hermione got a position that most girls would undoubtedly envy, but it was not what she wanted.

What I want... Fanny shook her head and decided not to think about it.She had a boyfriend now anyway, and she was really looking forward to dancing with Mark.

After helping Hermione tidy her hair, there is not much time left. Fanny put the dress on her body, washed all the places she could see, poured something from the bottle and wiped her head before going downstairs .

After the change, the two girls met each other outside the bathroom, and they were both taken aback.

Hermione had already completed her transformation, her elegant bun and flowing blue gown made her look like she was out of the world.It seems that the old saying should be changed, there are no unattractive women, only those who can't dress up and who are too lazy to dress up, the usual Hermione is undoubtedly the latter.

"My God, it's amazing."

Hey, this is my word, I just changed clothes.Fanny looked at the wide-eyed Hermione, and changed her words, "... Now I have to worry that Krum is not good enough for you. Then shall we go down now?"

"What are you talking about!" Hermione pushed Fanny to the nearest bed, "I just wanted to praise you, but you thought you were one of those boys? This is a prom, you don't plan on changing your clothes and showing up right?"

"Isn't it thanks to your hair? We'll be late if we do something else. The Warriors are going to dance, you don't plan to let your Wicky spin on the stage by itself, do you?" Fanny closed her eyes and let Hermione Wiping it on his own face, since he can make himself into this image, Hermione's technique should be trustworthy.

"Shut your mouth, or I'll cover you with lipstick. Don't blame me, do you have any tools, even a brush bristle, to show that you intend to put on makeup?" Hermione didn't hesitate polite.

"Excuse me, my fault, can you hurry up, Ms Granger?"

"What's the hurry, I can't delay your time to yawn." Hermione put down her makeup brush and looked at her handwriting, "Well, fortunately, your skin is good, if it's as dark as when you first started school, it will be troublesome... Oh, how did you choose such a dress?"

"Ugly?" Fanny felt her eyelids itch.

"Don't rub your eyes! ... Good-looking is good-looking, but how can you look like you want to dance with someone? Sitting on the chairman's seat is pretty much the same."

"Mrs. Conwell said it looks like a mafia." Fanny curled her lips, "Anyway, that's it. Mark said he likes what I wear."

Hermione naturally expressed contempt for Fanny's argument, and then the two went downstairs together with their skirts in hand.

How did you choose such a dress?Fanny originally wanted to follow Mrs. Conwell's wishes and finish the job as soon as possible, but when she was trying on clothes, a certain bastard suddenly came in.Thinking that her stupid look in pink Garcia would be an excellent subject for ridicule, Fanny immediately and unswervingly pulled the one she was wearing now into the dressing room.

She still remembered Malfoy's expression when she came out of the costume... Ah, it was almost the same as now.

With only 10 minutes left before the doors of the auditorium opened, the foyer was already full of excited crowds.Compared with usual times, Hogwarts looks much more lively. Students and teachers have replaced the black robes they are accustomed to wearing with colorful dresses. The campus can also be called festooned with lights, all of which undoubtedly heighten the festive atmosphere .

Amidst the din, a corner of the hall seemed deserted.It's the same at all times, Slytherins are always silent with their own kind.Keeping a distance is mutual, they know that their behavior style is not popular in the crowd, and when they have the right to choose their social circle before graduation, they usually don't bother to deal with those who are noisy and vulgar.

Nobility is a term used by Muggles. It can be said that there is no such thing as nobility in the wizarding world.But if a family maintains a "very rich" state for many generations, then there will be a set of rules, not to mention that even if we try our best to deny and forget, when wizards and Muggles coexisted openly hundreds of years ago, these families with a long history were more or less Canonized by the Muggle monarch and married to some prominent families.

There is nothing to be excited about. Gorgeous decorations, banquets, and dances are a part of life for most of them. Most of their dance partners are people they have known since childhood, and their education prevents them from chattering.The Slytherins were just quietly arm in arm, waiting for the feast and dance to begin.

The same is true for Draco Malfoy, holding Astoria Greengrass's arm, he can feel Pansy Parkinson's dissatisfied gaze sweeping towards this side with substance.In fact, it's not just Parkinson, the occasional glances around him are full of ridicule or contempt.

Astoria, whoever she was, was at least not dull.In fact, as far as Malfoy learned, Astoria was quite smart and sharp, and her academic performance was among the best.So she must have felt the malice and knew it was all because of her.Apparently she was used to it. During the polite conversation, he saw that she straightened her body without looking sideways, and met all eyes without fear.

In fact, what Fanny said was right. When he knew there was a dance party, he was basically sure that his dance partner was Pansy, and his future wife was likely to be her.The Parkinson family and the Malfoy family are very close, and the two parties have long planned to marry in this generation. Although Pansy is not outstanding in appearance, he has perfectly inherited the orthodox concept and has a good mind, which is very popular with his parents.He himself has no objection to this arrangement. He and Pansy are compatible in many aspects, and the combination of the two will undoubtedly be of great benefit to both families.

But that night, he suddenly made such a decision that he knew no one—including the invitee himself—would be happy about it.By fourth grade a lot of things were pretty much settled, and that wasn't to say he didn't have options other than Pencey. There were a lot of "serious" pure-blood girls, but he chose to go to Astoria, and made an invitation in public in the common room, and it was expected that the other party would not be able to refuse.Sure enough, Astoria seemed a little annoyed and hesitant after being surprised, but finally reached out to him.After all, she is a member of the Greengrass family, and there are certain constraints that cannot be broken no matter how far she runs.

The youngest daughter of the Greengrass family is known for her rebelliousness. Because she often refutes the theory of blood in public, it is said that the elders had planned to ban her from appearing in public places, including Hogwarts, before correcting her ideas.Becoming a member of Slytherin was the worst possible outcome for her, because being a blood traitor made her ostracized here, and being a Slytherin made her unpopular with other houses.Good enough people will be respected in Slytherin, but that doesn't mean those cold eyes will disappear.

Now she is his dance partner, and she is polite when answering him, but her tone is always cold and stiff, and she is always unwilling to look him in the eye.

Being a loner, so obstinately obnoxious, choosing such a dance partner, what is he trying to prove?Was it to refute the girl's conclusion that his "life is preordained"?

How can it be.It's just an uneducated Gryffindor, but he has fought against him a few times, and he is a little clever. He is the pure-blood heir of the surname Malfoy, and he will not change a bit for such a person.

But there are some things that you can't lie to yourself, such as innocence, faith, peace of mind, falling asleep, such as caring.

He couldn't take his eyes off Fanny who was walking down the steps.She was wearing a black dress robe with an oriental style, with intricate silver patterns embroidered on the cuffs, corners and waistband.Different from ordinary wizard costumes, this gown perfectly fits the lines of her body. The curves are well-proportioned, but the edges and corners are sharp, which makes her every movement and movement carry a special tension.The hair with metallic luster and the cool-toned eye shadow set off the inherent characteristics of that face very clearly: arrogant and indifferent, as if there was nothing worthy of her heart.In terms of aura alone, she was completely different from that scruffy and irritable girl.

But it was the same person, Fanny Sanchez, and Malfoy knew that.He watched Mark, who was also amazed, go forward and hold her hand amidst many doubtful eyes, and suddenly felt a stab in his heart.Mark was dressed in a dark blue dress, his hair was meticulously combed, and even Malfoy couldn't fault his appearance or manner, but—how could he be worthy of her?

Nobody deserves her.The idea was crazy, but Malfoy was sure he didn't want to see anyone take her hand.

At eight o'clock, the door of the auditorium opened slowly.

The form of the banquet is novel, with small round tables and a la carte menu.Fanny picked up the small menu, and before she could look at it, Hermione's words "slave labor" sounded in her mind, and she suddenly felt her appetite go away.The heart of pranks came up again, Fanny couldn't hold back her curiosity, she put the menu on the table, and said casually: "Grilled lobster with onions in milk sauce!"

The menu seemed to be taken aback for a moment, and then disappeared like everyone else’s. It took several minutes after Mark’s lamb chops appeared before a plate appeared in front of Fanny. Fragrant, with corresponding side dishes on the side.There is also a line of extremely small characters engraved on the head of the shrimp placed on the side.

Have a nice meal, Miss Fanny!

"Is this dish on the menu?" Mark asked strangely.

"I have mine." Fanny began to eat sullenly.

After everyone had cleared the plates in front of them, Dumbledore stood up and announced the dance to the impatient crowd.The moment all the tableware disappeared, Fanny clearly said: "Thank you, this is delicious!"

Including Mark, there were several people around who cast surprised or even idiot-like glances, but Fanny didn't care at all.She only hoped that those hard-working elves could hear her thanks and apologies.

The Weird Sisters came on stage to applause, the Warriors danced, and then everyone hit the dance floor in pairs.

The dance should be said to be satisfactory, the music and atmosphere can mobilize people's emotions to the maximum, while also providing enough topics for those who have danced enough and want to chat with their partners for a while.For example, the comparison between the figures of Dumbledore and Mrs. Maxime, Moody's prosthetic legs almost knocked down Professor Sinista, Hagrid's perfume smell enough to overwhelm a dozen adult elephants, and so on.

"Oh, I think I have to take a break." Another piece ended, and Fanny gasped. "How can they play so many cheerful pieces without being out of breath?"

"Actually, I was worried just now that we would dance tirelessly until the end of the dance." Mark leaned forward and whispered in Fanny's ear, "If it's such a beautiful day, if there is no time for the two of us alone , isn't it such a pity?"

"Very good..." The breath in her ears made Fanny's face a little hot, she moved away quietly, and smiled, "But the garden near the castle must be overcrowded, and the place is too uncreative. Why don't you go to the dark place?" Go to the other side of the lake, there are several unique places there. Mind walking a bit more?"

"No problem. With you here, no matter where is heaven." Mark's lips touched Fanny's cheek lightly.

"You climbed to the top of the church and tampered with that big clock?"

"That's right, that place is about 40 feet high, and I was worried about how to get down while I was working." Fanny smiled and told her proud story, "About twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, the big clock rang, The voice was really loud, like 'Wha————'. The whole town was awakened, and some believers even ran to the church and knelt down, thinking it was a miracle from God."

"Aren't you afraid that God will punish you if you do this?" Mark scratched Fanny's nose with his fingers.

"Ha, if God is angry at a ten-year-old's pranks, why is he considered a religion? If he's such an old crook, I'd beat the church bells for him." Fanny looked up. looked at Mark.

Mark's expression was different from usual.

"Your eyes are special, you know that?"

"Of course, I was reminded a thousand times a day. I'm still told that every now and then," Fanny said. "It's not a wonderful memory, if you want to know."

"What about yourself? Have you looked carefully in the mirror? You have the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen. Don't tell me you didn't realize it yourself."

"Of course I discovered it a long time ago, and I'm quite proud of it. You know? You are the second person to praise my eyes to my face."

"Who was the first one? Was it the boy you've been peeking at?"

"It's an old man who is so old that you won't be jealous! I haven't been peeping at anyone!"

"Oh, don't lie to me. I never miss the eyes of the girl I'm dating, a handsome noble boy, right?" Mark drew closer, "I like passionate girls, but girls think about other people when they're dating But it will hurt my self-esteem. Now... focus and let me bring you some good memories?"

Fanny closed her eyes subconsciously, a hot kiss fell on her eyelids, and then gradually slid down to her lips.It was a big mistake to mention Malfoy, she resisted, even knowing that Mark was her boyfriend, the face that appeared in her mind still made her resist Mark's approach.

Then she realized that something was wrong, the temperature on Mark's body was abnormally high, his hands... Fanny opened her eyes suddenly, Mark's face was blurred due to being too close, and an aggressive breath sprayed on her face and neck superior.Mark's arms were around her like iron vices, and she tried to stop her, but she was almost out of breath.Feeling that the power was flowing away little by little, Fanny panicked and used her most familiar way of exerting force.

"Ah!" Mark Ping fell to the lakeshore a few feet away, panting and looking at Fanny in amazement.

"I... I'm sorry!" Fanny gasped in astonishment, "Uh...you kind of scared me."

"What?...Okay, um, I'm sorry." Mark's expression was a little stiff, and he sat back beside Fanny hesitantly, "You invited me here, I thought..."

"You think? Oh my... all of you French think like this?" Fanny was annoyed and funny, "I just wanted to share with you a secret place that I like when I'm alone, and a place where no one will bother you That's all. We're like this... don't you think it's too early? At least for me, I know you're an adult."

"It doesn't matter whether you are an adult or not, as long as you feel..."

"Well, that's really okay, it's just too early." Fanny sighed, "I kind of like you, Mark. I feel a little bit about it, but it's not enough to make me completely...you understand? And I'm probably still an English girl after all, and I can't be like those girls you used to meet."

"That has nothing to do with the country, I thought you understood. Carpe diem, doesn't it? None of that matters as long as it feels right."

"That's what you said." Fanny shook her head, "Forget it, it was my fault. Let's go back to the ball now, shall we? Maybe we can catch the last dance."

"Okay." Mark nodded, seemingly returning to his usual demeanor, "Oh, I thought a girl like you..."

"A girl like me?" Fanny raised her head sharply. "What does that mean? I'm like a flirtatious, loose girl, so you want to play with me?"

"No, I mean, I thought..."

"Fuck what you think! I listened to you from the beginning to the end, 'I thought', 'I thought', do you think I should be what you think I am? What kind of person am I, is it useful to you Thinking in your head instead of the cockroach?"

"Hey, Fanny, listen!" Mark grabbed Fanny's shoulders, "Don't make this a personal attack, please? I never meant what you wanted to be. I heard you say the other day 'It doesn't matter what's right or wrong' I just knew, you and other British girls don't..."

"Is any girl the same regardless of country? You listened to a word from me and believed that I was who you thought I was, that's why you kept saying 'I thought' to me! Who just now Saying that this has nothing to do with the country? Could it be that it has something to do with right or wrong? I was right not to refuse? Why didn’t I see that you were so arrogant before!”

"I'm not that..."

"You are! Go back to your France! It's full of hot girls who can go to hotels just by meeting..."

"Don't mess with my country!"

"Then don't talk about 'different British girls'!" Fanny turned around and ran away.

The bell just struck 12 o'clock, and Fanny walked through the crowd who had returned home exhausted.She dodged left and right in the crowd, and the faces of Mark and Malfoy flashed alternately in her mind. She felt that she shouldn't have left Mark alone by the lake, and felt that she had no guilt for Malfoy. No reason.In the chaos, she was still thinking about Benjamin's watch being 2 minutes behind, and the fairy tale that Cinderella ran away from the prince at 12 o'clock and returned to her original shape.

Fanny turned one corner after another, her vision getting darker and darker, until all the hustle and bustle was left behind.She stopped, panting and looking around while propping up a pair of armor.There are corridors on the left and right. She is standing at the stairs. Coincidentally, this is where Malfoy dragged her to run after the first fight. She dragged Malfoy over and stuffed both of them inside. In the armor next to it.The nearby classrooms are rarely used, so it's dusty, dimly lit and far apart.

Fanny stood a little further away, twisted the buckle, and the armor opened silently.

The space is so small.Fanny made a gesture, she was a bit crowded to go in by herself now, but at that time she was really in a panic.

"What are you doing here?" Drawn tone, arrogant voice.

Fanny flickered in her heart, and quickly straightened out the messy hair and dress that had been messed up due to running.

"...What's the matter with you?" The voice was softer, with hesitation.

Fanny finally wiped the sweat off her face and turned around, "It's nothing... A girl who behaved badly was punished. Unfortunately, she met a bastard who is worse than you."

"That Donald?" the voice darkened.

"It's not...cough, it's just a quarrel with my boyfriend (I don't know if it's intentional or not, the word is bitten very hard). If you want to date that beautiful noble girl, I can give up the place, just as a good deed .”

Maybe some nerve was miswired, Malfoy smiled. "You also know that you need to accumulate virtue? With this mouth, when you accumulate virtue, the world will be destroyed."

"At least I only need to accumulate virtue for myself, you... look at the family history of those ancient 'nobles', tsk tsk."

Malfoy's dress robes were also a little messy, and Fanny guessed that he also ran all the way.This attire suits him very well. The style of the gown is very simple, but it can be seen that it is an expert's handwriting everywhere, and it shows aristocratic demeanor when worn on him.

Immediately Fanny remembered him dancing with that noble girl, and it looked like Mark was right, she'd been looking in that direction without her realizing it.That aristocratic girl is very beautiful, with a graceful demeanor, and her light golden hair is extremely dazzling under the light.

They're really a good match.

"I see your partner," Fanny said.

"What?" Malfoy looked a little surprised.

"She's pretty." Fanny said bluntly, "She's perfect for you."

"And then?" Looking at Malfoy's expression, he seemed to be guessing the direction of the conversation: another round of taunting, or...?

"Can you only dance a kind of dance that only spins in place? I saw your two followers, why don't you ask them to build a windmill together? Just the physique of the two dredgers, the electricity they emit Can supply the whole of Holland."

really.Malfoy remained silent, a vein popping out of sight under his blond hair.

"Why are you here again... Well, I just want to say, you dance very well." Fanny turned her head, "I'm sorry."

If Malfoy wore glasses, they would be shattered by now.

"You...what's the matter with you?" Malfoy seemed unsure of what he meant, "Donald...what's wrong with you?"

"What do you think he can do to me?" Fanny smiled not very funny.

Malfoy was speechless, indeed, the question was redundant.Malfoy understands Fanny's strength, coupled with her familiarity with this place, even if the other party is a candidate for a warrior, it is impossible for her to do anything—unless she volunteers.She is a girl with a boyfriend now, and after her words and deeds have restrained, he has also heard many boys speak highly of her.

"It's nothing, it's just... I thought he was the perfect type for me. He's also charming..."

"If you came here because you were so dazzled by your boyfriend, and you want to find someone to listen to you boast about, then I will not accompany you." Malfoy made a sullen face to leave.

But he didn't want to go.

"Tell me, why do we always have to quarrel?" Fanny took a small step towards Malfoy, her brown and blue eyes were dark and unfathomable.

"You hate me." Malfoy stood still.

"I said no?" Fanny took another small step forward.

"Why is that?" Malfoy stood still.

"You could hurt me. Would you?" Fanny took another small step forward.

The distance between the two was only an inch, and each other's breath could be felt on their faces.

Malfoy looked into those brown-blue eyes from a very close distance, and there was a whole world behind the dark irises.He longs to enter, possess, and even sink into it.

"No," he said.

The long light gray eyelashes flickered.

Fanny reached out and grabbed the front of Malfoy's robes, pushing down hard.

a kiss.