Wild child

you can hurt me.That's why.

The world has been hurting her for as long as she can remember.With more injuries, it becomes fragile, sensitive, irrecoverable, or callused.Fortunately, as a person who is strong enough or resilient enough, Fanny became the latter.

The cocoon gets thicker and thicker until there is nothing more to penetrate.Wires can pierce skin, fists and feet can leave bruises, branches and leaves can scratch, but none of this will make her feel hurt.She is used to it, so she is not afraid.

There were people who weren't kept out of their cocoons, and before she knew it, she'd realized she was as soft as a snail without its shell to this boy.Her intuition used to be her only reliance, and it had saved her countless times.It tells her to stay away from him and you won't get hurt.

So the endless resistance and attack began.

The kiss was short, just a tentative touch.

Malfoy guessed that he was stunned, there was only those eyes in his world, the clear and soft eyes seemed to connect their souls together.There is only one person in this world who can look at him like this, that unique person.

And then he hesitated.He wanted to drop everything and go to the end of the world with her, but only for a moment.So for the first and only time he cursed the things he could never leave behind.

Then those eyes dimmed, and she lowered them.He realized that she was going to turn around and leave again, leaving him with a stubborn and cold back like every time.

"You're...not a Mudblood, are you?"

"I am." Fanny raised her eyes and looked at him.

"No, you're not. Pure-blood families have their own spells to identify blood. Within three generations, you must have wizard blood relatives. We'll know..."

"Well, my mother was a Squib. I don't see the difference between that and Muggle-born." Fanny raised the corners of her lips. "You have to make that excuse, don't you, Mr. Slytherin?"

"We always need a reason, Miss Gryffindor." Malfoy wrapped his arms around Fanny's waist and stroked the back of her head.

A deep, long kiss.

Fanny will never forget what it felt like: everything was unreal, like being in a whirlwind.

The two stumbled into the armor, then separated.

"It's really the same as back then." Fanny muttered.

"It's a little different."

Remove the etiquette, remove the attention, the boy's smile lit up her whole world.

He's the brash, showy, blood-speaking rich dude, and the one who'll put her in the back.

She always knew.That time in the Chamber of Secrets, that time with the dementor on the train, that time in the early hours of the morning, he rushed to where she was without hesitation, and would face everything that might come, with his back to her.In order to protect her, he can forget all the prudence and strategy, forget the arrogance that regards life as life.

He's not perfect, so uniquely Draco Malfoy, the only one who can make her feel that way.

From that light kiss, she accepted everything from him.

"Breakup? I don't understand, Fanny. If it's because of last night..." Mark said eagerly.

"No, the problem is with me. I chose someone else." Fanny shook her head.

"You chose that...?"

"The boy I've been peeking at, yes." Fanny smiled, "I don't need 'peeking' anymore."

Mark was taken aback by Fanny's smile, "...Okay, okay. It seems that you have already made up your mind. Then...well, I wish you happiness."

"Sorry, Mark."

"It's nothing, it's just... no girl has given me such a feeling before, I thought this time... hey, I said that word again."

"Maybe you're a better fit for me, but...it feels different. You know what I mean."

"I suppose so. We're still friends, aren't we?"

"of course."

After saying goodbye to Mark, Fanny's footsteps were several times lighter than usual on the way back.It's such an amazing feeling, the whole world is different - for the better.Even those small, rough stone statues became so cute in her eyes, and Snape's sallow, dead face was much more pleasing to the eye.

Even decades later, Fanny can still clearly recall herself in the mirror when she woke up every morning during that time, and the lines of laughter spread from her heart to the corners of her mouth.Nervous, uneasy, painful, sweet, trembling on every hair, a fool in first love.

She grew her long hair, and carefully took care of every part of her body, lest the self in front of him was not perfect.

She imitated his every behavior, polite and distant smile, calm tone of voice, tall and straight posture when walking... She wanted to be worthy of him.

She can hold the whole world in front of him, as long as he wants.

Of course someone noticed the change in Fanny.

"So, you're serious this time?" Hermione asked.

"Hmm, extremely." Fanny admitted generously.

"Oh, look at you. Fanny Sanchez is in love." Hermione sarcastically, "Why haven't you seen you kissing in the middle of the auditorium?"

"I didn't pick it up for you." Fanny snorted. "Some people are still struggling with their boys. It's unfortunate to meet such a goose as Ron, isn't it Hermione?"

"Now that I have a Quidditch star who's all about developing a relationship with me, you think I'm still thinking about that..."

"Really? You swear? How about having pimples to think about Ron?" Fanny smirked.

"Go to hell……"

The two girls quarreled, and when the quarrel was over, Fanny straightened up. "How is Hagrid?"

"It's still the same." Hermione looked serious, looking very worried, "His class is still held by Glapland. We went to find him, but he refused to show up. The fact that his identity was disclosed was really a big blow to him. Today I saw a flock of owls flying towards Dumbledore's office in the morning, you think, will Dumbledore be forced to drive him away? Just like Lupine last year."

"Probably not. Hagrid has been at Hogwarts for nearly 50 years, and he was quite popular with students as a gamekeeper."

"Even if Dumbledore hadn't kicked him out, it would have been enough to remove him as a teacher. He really likes it, although... well, I think he's just inexperienced." Referring to Hagrid's class, Hermione He would always look weird, as if he was about to swallow the potion Harry had concocted.

"Don't you think it's strange? There is such a suitable candidate as Graplan, why does Dumbledore have to ask Hagrid to take up the post? Hagrid's performance in the past two years is compared to her—hey, don't call me anything Hagrid is a good teacher, and you are not those two boys. Although his class may be the type I like, there are not many people in the grade who would welcome him back."

"That's what I'm worried about, that Dumbledore might simply replace him with Graplan as teacher of magical creatures. Oh, am I talking about the worst? I probably mean the best. Look at those bombardments The snails... can you imagine? Hagrid told us not to scare them! Just when those disgusting, slimy, fire-breathing things with indestructible carapaces were going to eat us!"

Fanny has heard these words countless times since the beginning of the school year, and recently heard them twice, and it is difficult for her to express any sympathy. "At least you can stay away from them for a while now, and I've seen those... things, and they're really extraordinary." Nearly ate my arm. "In short, how did Skeeter find out about Hagrid being a half-blood giant? Do you have any clues now?"

"I only know that Hagrid talked to Mrs. Maxime on the night of the ball, and Harry and Ron heard it. The timing is too coincidental. The old cow must have been hiding somewhere and overheard it. I just don't know that she How is it... Fanny, you know this place best, is there... in that place?"

"No, unless Skeeter knows the place better than I do. That's impossible."

"Oh, what a mess. Harry's second project is also..." Hermione hesitated, remembering something, "Fanny, do you know of a way to keep a person alive underwater for an hour?"

"Scuba?" Fanny immediately understood, "What about the second item?"

"Hmmm... any other suggestions? I don't think they're going to design a project that can't be completed, but..."

"Gill grass!" Fanny remembered, "Sprout built a pond in her own greenhouse, filled it with 60 feet of seawater from the Mediterranean Sea, exactly simulating the original environment in which the gill grass would grow. I remember Just eating a few can make a person breathe underwater for an hour."

This was undoubtedly a ray of hope for the three of them, and Hermione immediately passed this information to the two boys.Originally, Fanny planned to ask for something for Harry the next time he went to help in the greenhouse, but Harry had a fit of self-esteem and had to ask it himself. Thinking of Sprout's always good temper, Fanny let him go.

It turned out... not so well.Harry was two days late, probably because it was part of safety measures. The last batch of gill weeds that grew up were given to the pharmacist as the main ingredient of the emergency drowning rescue potion, and the next batch will take two years to grow. .

Harry poked limply at his steak after telling a few people what had happened over dinner.

"Go to Snape for something, I'd rather drown in the lake." Ron shrank his neck.

"Tell Snape that if he doesn't, you can choose a suitable day and propose to him at breakfast with a rose in your hand in front of the whole school," Fanny suggested.

Ron squirted bits of steak out of his nose on the spot.

It was certainly impossible to actually drown yourself, and it was even more impossible to utter such a shameless threat.But Harry stayed after Potions class that Friday to give it a try. No one knew what he said to Snape. All they knew was that Harry rushed out after hearing the yelling. After dinner, the faces of both parties were pale green.

Harry refused to ask Snape for anything more, so the three of them plus Fanny, who was forced by Hermione, plunged into the library and started looking for other ways. It was really a needle in a haystack.

The only good news in the week-plus that followed - which most people were skeptical about - was that Hagrid was finally back at his post, supposedly encouraged by Dumbledore himself.Ron kept warning her that Skeeter was going to get her in trouble after Hermione had a big blowout with Skeeter about Hagrid.

As time goes by, Harry's bloodshot eyes staring at the pages of the book with a nervous expression is the best interpretation of the phrase "death to face and suffer", but Fanny also thinks that asking for it again will not lead to good results. Yeah, even a blind man could see that Harry and Snape were not right.

The night before the match, several people had rushed to the room, especially Harry after Hermione and Ron were called away in the afternoon.Fanny thought that this was not an option, so she greeted Harry and left the library.

Unconventional methods are commonplace for Fanny, but it is really rare to know that you are stupid before you start.In any case, she couldn't let the situation of "a Hogwarts warrior abstain" happen.To say that it is rare to compare with her, now... Hogwarts' face and Gryffindor's face are also her face.

"Harry Potter used gill grass and achieved amazing results. He was the last one to return, far exceeding the one-hour allotted time. However, the mermaid leader told us that Mr. Potter was the first to find the hostages, He didn't return in time because he wanted to make sure all the hostages returned safely, not just his own hostages," Mr Bagman said.

Both Ron and Hermione gave Harry half-regretty, half-sympathy glances.

"Most of the referees," said Bagman, glanced at Karkaroff very dissatisfiedly, "think that this fully reflects the noble morality. However...Mr. Porter's score is 45 points."

Ron and Hermione stared blankly at Harry in amazement, then laughed happily and clapped wildly with the rest of the audience.

"It's you, Harry!" Ron shouted at the top of the din. "So you're not stupid - you're being moral!"

Fleur was also clapping her hands hard, but Krum looked very unhappy.He tried to strike up a conversation with Hermione again, but she just cheered Harry on and ignored him.

"The third and final project will take place on the evening of June 6," Bagman continued. "The Warriors will be informed about the specifics of the project a month in advance. Thank you for your support to the Warriors."

Surrounded by the Gryffindors on the way back, Harry seemed at ease and happy with the burdens he had lifted and the accomplishments he had achieved.Fanny followed behind a few steps, she was also relieved and just wanted to catch up on a good night's sleep.Although Harry made a fool, she finally lived up to her taking such a big risk, and as some referees think, Fanny also thinks that this fool is actually quite noble, although she does not think that "noble" should be given in the competition. "Add points.

The two Hogwarts warriors tied for first place, which is always a matter of face, and the rest doesn't matter.

Not long after Fanny returned to the dormitory and put her clothes on the bed, Hermione also walked in.At this moment, there were only the two of them in the dormitory. Even though the walls of Hogwarts had good sound insulation, the cheers from the common room below could still be clearly heard. It is estimated that all Gryffindors were celebrating Harry's success below.

"Harry said he woke up in the library with a gill weed in his pocket, is that your fault?" Hermione cut to the chase.

What is mischief, obviously it helped a lot. "If you thought I was capable of stealing from Snape, I'd take that as a compliment." Fanny buried her face in the pillow.

It was a question that had been bugging her since the wee hours, that Snape's private locker had no burglar-sensing spells around it, no triggering spells, no anti-alahoo opening spells, just a lock.She approached step by step cautiously as if entering a minefield, but she achieved her goal with only a thick wire.Snape was a Slytherin, and a representative of Slytherin with superb magical powers, yet he was so careless about his personal belongings...

...It's like waiting for someone to steal it.

Uh, think too much.Maybe they are just too lazy to bother dispensing medicine in the middle of the night.

Sensing Hermione's suspicious eyes staring at the back of her head, Fanny simply inspired her: "Maybe it's some elf who found out about your troubles. Don't you often run to the school kitchen these days?"

"By the way, Dobby..." Hermione murmured thoughtfully.

Even if it's over.The so-called close Zhu Zhechi, Hermione has been with those two boys for a long time and has also infected Gryffindor-style innocence. Although she understands Fanny's nature better than anyone else, she will easily lead Fanny to what she wants if she is not careful. direction.

Lied again.Fanny curled her lips under the quilt, and shirked responsibility by the way.Letting Snape know that she stole from him would be worse than falling into a sucker ring.

If Draco found out... Fanny couldn't help laughing when she thought of Malfoy's expression when she knew that she was willing to take great risks to help his biggest thorn in the side win. A little shy and sweet.

After Christmas Eve, their once-discontinued "fights" resumed, and with increasing frequency.From once every two weeks to once a week, now almost once every two or three days, the two still feel that it is not enough.

Since the frequency is so high, the "comparison" is naturally meaningless.After a couple of evenings of smirking and nonsense sitting side by side, Mr. Slytherin, the budget-conscious Mr. Slytherin, decided to stop the nonsense.It was obviously impossible to reduce seeing each other, so he began to lay the foundation for the future.

First tentatively, I brought Fanny an "Introduction to Etiquette", and Fanny read it by heart without any objection, since there wasn't much content anyway.Then her disaster began.

According to Malfoy, he memorized that book before he was 5 years old, and he could sit upright for 4 hours before he was 2 years old.After Fanny learned the introduction to etiquette, he made persistent efforts to bring Fanny his 6-year-old, 8-year-old, 11-year-old and even adult books.The content is classified into categories and is extremely detailed. Later, there are special instructions and picture demonstrations for "dining postures", "common expressions for conversation" and "facial changes".Some books have been passed down from generation to generation for a long time, and the pictures in them are actually moving oil paintings. Fanny thinks it’s funny to learn etiquette from those old zombies wearing medieval costumes with dull faces like masks, but seeing the serious faces of the people around her, she dare not What a transcendent color.

Thinking of these things that she had to memorize and made every day, she couldn't even smile.

In addition, the common words used to praise each other among the superiors include "the legacy of Mr. Fulton", "Mr. Alexander's feat is admirable to this day", etc. It is also necessary to be familiar with the representative figures and deeds of various ancient nobles few.A copy of "Glory Flowing in the Blood", each name is tapped with a magic wand, and the life and historical background of the person will appear, which is so thick that it can be used to block the Avada Kedavra curse.Starting from the Malfoy family, it gradually extends to the immediate and collateral noble families, as well as important non-relative noble families, which are marked in different colors in turn and recited in order.

This is not over yet, the upper class must have a matching life taste and appreciation.Piano, chess, books, paintings, poems, wine, chess, flowers, decoration style, exquisite clothing materials, food matching, all the aspects that the human brain can think of can be pulled out one, two, three, Malfoy counted his fingers After breaking it back and forth several times, what Fanny thought about was the situation where her brain nerves were entangled and tied into a dead knot.

"It's okay, take your time." A certain son looked at Fanny's sluggish expression with satisfaction, "These knowledge is enough to study for several lifetimes, and my father has not yet fully mastered it. At present, you only need to master some basic ones. good."

The so-called "basic" also means that Fanny has to complete at least 17 years of courses in the three years before graduation.Only then did Fanny understand the difference between a "rich man" and a "noble man". Malfoy's life was no easier than hers.

But Malfoy's expression still made her teeth itch.

"I'm quitting!" Fanny pushed the book onto the table, "Why don't you go to your noble lady, and I'll go to my rascal. What kind of life is this?"

Glancing out of the corner of his eye, Malfoy tensed up instantly. "Well... Actually, I don't have to learn it, it will help reduce resistance. But I can find a way to solve it..."

"Can you handle it? It's too much trouble, and your parents, grandparents, and maternal grandparents will object."

"I'll convince them."

"Marrying with other families has huge benefits."

"I will prove my strength."

"What about bloodlines?"

"You are a wizard, and you are also a descendant of an ancient pure-blood family, so you have little influence on the blood..."

"The people closest to me are Muggles."

"I will meet them, hold your hand and tell them I will give you happiness."

"Is it all right?" Fanny lowered her head and looked up at him through the gap between her bangs.

"As long as you are willing, it's not a problem." Malfoy's expression was so firm that it cannot be questioned.

"You think this is your business alone?" Fanny kissed Malfoy's forehead lightly before he could react, "Fool."

Neither is a problem.Fanny gritted her teeth and stuffed those boring and obscure books into her mind, thinking of a 5 or 6-year-old boy sitting at the table and concentrating on reading a book, the serious and focused expression on his face can already be seen in the future.

As long as you are here, nothing is a problem.Everyone in love will think this way, as long as the other party is still there, even if the sky falls apart, there will be no worries.

But the problem won't go away.

Four hours into the third event, all the audience and judges saw Harry pulling the Triwizard Cup and the dead Cedric Diggory appearing with a blue light.

Nobody cared about the House Cup anymore, and Dumbledore delivered a speech at the banquet at the end of the school year, in a mourning hall decorated in black and white.

"Cedric Diggory was killed by Voldemort."

The crowd was in an uproar, but Fanny remained motionless.

"Given Voldemort's return from the dead, we are only strong together and vulnerable when divided. Voldemort created conflict and enmity with great skill. We can only fight it if we demonstrate the same unbreakable friendship and trust. As long as we The goal is the same, the heart is open, and the difference of habits and language will not be an obstacle.

"I believe - and I hope I'm mistaken - that dark and difficult times are ahead for us all. Some of you in the Great Hall have been directly victimized by Voldemort's poison. Many of your families have been torn apart A week ago, a classmate among us was killed.

"Remember Cedric. When you have to choose between the right way and the short way, please don't forget a just, kind, brave boy who suffered such a tragic fate because of his unexpected encounter with Voldemort. Always remember Cedric Diggory."

Across the entire auditorium, passing through the whispering crowd, they accurately caught each other's eyes.But because they were too far apart, each other's expressions became blurred.