Wild child

Draco was taken aback when the girl he hadn't seen for a long time appeared.He has always been dismissive of all Muggle things, but now, looking at Fanny's curves outlined by the black hoodie and denim trousers, he has to admit that he couldn't find anything more suitable for her. dress up.

Missing, joy, pain, and desire instantly flowed through his body with his blood. He forgot his purpose, and just wanted to pull her into his arms, embrace her extremely tightly, and kiss her lips until both of them could not breathe.

After the impulse passed, he still looked at her, realizing that she had changed.

During this period of time, Fanny obviously didn't take good care of herself. She was dark and thin, and the blood on her cheeks was much less.Also, he remembered that her hair was already elbow-length the last time they met, but now it became ear-length.

However, her real changes cannot be summed up in terms of getting fatter or thinner, or whether her hair has grown or shortened.

Draco didn't know how to describe this change, he only knew that when he looked into those eyes, he still felt the breathtaking power that made him want to sink into it.

Fanny looked at him, waiting for him to speak.

Time was running out and things to say were very important, but Draco's first sentence was completely off the point: "You still look better with long hair."

"It is said that boys like long hair, no matter how stupid it is."

"Who said that?"

"mark."

"You guys are getting better again?"

"There is such an intention, he is busy."

The rhythm of the conversation between the two is like two chess players with very different styles. Draco speaks in a calm tone, and always pauses for a long time before speaking, but Fanny just answers the other party's voice, and her voice is cold. Without thinking.

"In that case, why did you cut it after leaving it for so long?"

"If you don't like it, just cut it off."

What that meant, Draco knew very well.Fanny had never liked long hair, not only because of the troublesome problems, but more importantly because it made her feel weak.It was never obvious why she grew her hair.

Looking at Draco's expression, Fanny knew that he understood the meaning of it.The fact that the hair had been hastily cut tonight, and the strands were still making her neck tingle a bit, but doing so seemed to give her some kind of strength.

"Calling people over just to stare, that's what idlers do. Obviously neither of us." After a brief silence, Fanny spoke first, and the longer the time dragged on, the harder the shell she put on herself would be. more likely to break.All this must end as soon as possible.

"Looks like your time is precious," Draco said sarcastically.

"I don't think I need to remind you how stupid this meeting is due to the situation, unless your Death Eater buddy is going to pop out of nowhere again and kill me." Fanny emphasized that "again "Character.

Draco's expression froze for a moment. He had hoped that Fanny would not mention that night like she used to avoid real issues, or at least not so soon.

There is no need to avoid it anymore, there is no reason to maintain the illusion of peace.Fanny made it clear that she spread the words in front of him.

"Tell me, why did you call me here?" Fanny asked.

"I didn't kill anyone." Still out of context, Draco said dryly.

"You proudly took on a killing mission—don't deny it, I've seen you show off to Parkinson, and dream about killing him for a year, and then he died. What's the difference between this and what you killed? It's just that you didn't catch up."

"I had...disarmed Dumbledore before they came up, but I found myself...couldn't do it, I couldn't. He said I wasn't a murderer, and I thought...I thought he was That's right. I was about to give up when Snape and the others came up, and then Snape... he did it." Draco was rarely incoherent, and recalling that night obviously caused him great pain.

Fanny has no time to pay attention to this point, and all her thoughts have returned to the high tower filled with despair, where an old man with no oil and lamps tried his best to persuade a young man to walk on the right path.

It gave her the strength to hurt him, and Fanny opened her mouth even though every word she spoke felt like a blade cutting through her.

"Mad-Eye is dead," she said.

Draco paused visibly, "That..."

"Nervous lunatic, that's right." Fanny continued, "Bill was bitten by the werewolf you put in, that pure-blood scum."

"I do not……"

"Ginny, Luna, Neville, Hermione, Ron, Lupine. They all almost died," Fanny said, "The scum, the mudbloods and the werewolves. Oh, sorry, I accidentally forgot you You even poisoned Ron, so you don't care about their lives."

Draco opened his mouth, finding it difficult to speak now: "I... I never thought of..."

"Where's Professor Victor?" Fanny interrupted him abruptly.

"...she's dead," Draco said with difficulty.

"Do Death Eaters have the habit of spreading the word about what they do to every corner of the world?"

"I... saw it." Draco's face twisted slightly, as if a little disgusted, "The Dark Lord killed her, and then let the big snake... eat her."

Fanny shook on the spot and let out a retching sound.She has been studying Muggle studies for 4 years. Her light footsteps and patient answers are the distinctive personal characteristics of that female professor. After reading an article she wrote on the Daily Prophet that directly pointed to the current situation, Fanny wanted to When I asked her for a manuscript, there was news of her resignation.

Reduced to snake food, no bones left.A woman who dared to speak out and was full of vitality ended up like this.

"You look at? Eating popcorn, admiring the way she screams and pleads?" Fanny looked directly at Draco.

Draco didn't want to continue this topic anymore, he only studied Muggle knowledge for Fanny, and he never looked down on this subject.But he never thought that the professor's ending would be so tragic, even for him, it was an unbearable memory.

"I called you here today to..."

"Shut up." Fanny's voice raised an octave, Draco's face was already pale, and she knew exactly what effect what she was about to say would have.

Make a decision.

"...Sorry, go ahead." Fanny finally said, "I know these things... at least most of them are not your fault, but you know, these things that happened recently made it difficult for me to adapt. During this time I haven't had a good night's sleep."

Draco couldn't tell how he felt right now.Whether he understood it or not, he knew very well that Dumbledore was more important to Fanny, possibly even more than himself.She must have known the truth by now, and since she came, he was ready to be insulted.In fact, he even kind of expected it to happen.

After that night, he couldn't get the scene on the tower out of his mind anymore. Even in his dream, he felt disgusted by what he had done this year, and the compliments around him made him feel even more disgusted. Makes him sick.

He was a Malfoy who had to walk proudly with his chest out.He won't admit it to anyone, and he hopes someone will stand up and reprimand him for what he's done, and lighten the boulder that weighs him down.

Originally, he didn't think that this person would be Fanny. After the conversation just now, he changed his mind for a moment, but he heard that she still took back the blame she was about to say.Then he thought, This is indeed what Fanny always does.

She would not approve of a single part of his sense of honor, would not approve of any of his actions based on it, yet she understood and accepted them, and had loved him that way all these years.

Or, she was just telling him in silence: never forgive.

"...you're living with a woman named Conwell right now?" Calming down, Draco said.

"Yes." Fanny frowned.

"She has been targeted, let you guys be careful."

Fanny nodded. This is not unexpected news. After all, Mrs. Conwell has been doing this job for so long, and to be honest, she is not suitable for underground work at all.

"She's basically safe. But you came here to report the news?"

"What?" Draco raised an eyebrow.

"If you tell me that you don't realize that you are risking your life and your family's life by going out this time, I will be surprised and fall into the sewer next to it." Fanny said, "Even my family is not worth it. kind of thing."

"Not worth it?" Draco's long voice was especially obvious when he was sarcastic, "Is that how you think about it?"

"You know what I mean. All my closest people are Muggles," Fanny said.

Magic equals power, a truth believed by the vast majority of those in that camp.Voldemort's threat might have made Draco less loyal to him, but it didn't mean that Draco's views would change much - the only way to change him was probably with a Memory Charm.

He would want to understand Muggles and gain Muggle approval only because of Fanny, and Muggle life itself was never insignificant.Even adding the affirmation of "Fanny is close to him" is still not worth the contingency of his family.

Draco was silent.

"Tell me, what do you want?" Fanny asked.

"I want you to leave," Draco said.

"My God, Malfoy." Fanny shook her head, "You know it won't work."

"I don't know." Draco said stubbornly.

Fanny sighed and looked around, as if hoping that the dirty brick walls on either side would come down and bury the place.

"I don't expect you to figure it out and get on the right side," Draco said. "I just want you to get out of here and go to any country with your Muggle family. If that group of people even I don’t have any skills, and I can help you arrange it. They are very busy these days, and this is the best opportunity.”

"The right side. For Merlin's sake, Malfoy." Fanny was almost amused. "You see, we have absolutely no chance of reaching agreement on even the most basic issues."

"Fuck his right and wrong," Draco said gruffly, "as long as those Muggles are safe, you have no reason to fight the Dark Lord. I always thought you were not a fool who would waste your life, hope I was right.

"Let's sum it up. You ran out at such a big risk just to persuade me to do something that I knew I would never do, and by the way tell me something that I already guessed?" Fanny thought hard Make yourself look disdainful, or at least indifferent, "I thought you were smarter than that, Malfoy."

Malfoy, Malfoy, Malfoy.Draco really hated this title. He was already somewhat used to it, but in this situation, the word "Malfoy" obviously only served to highlight their previous impenetrable and transparent barrier. Obstacles that are already gradually disappearing.

"...why?" he asked, "for Dumbledore?"

"Yes and no." Fanny gave a vague answer.

"Can't you just say 'yes'?" Draco sneered, "It's not the first day I know that you treat that hypocrite..."

"That hypocrite," Fanny interrupted Draco, "he knew you were a Death Eater."

She wasn't the type to swear someone's dignity to the death, and in a few months, or a few months back, she'd be able to listen to whatever was said about Dumbledore with equanimity.But now that Dumbledore had just left, she couldn't stand someone talking about him in this tone to his face.

"That's what he said." Draco's expression twisted.

"It's not the first day I know your attitude towards Dumbledore, but do you have to say that about someone who has protected you for a year?"

Draco didn't answer, maybe Dumbledore was the kind of person who would leave a lie before he died, but he wouldn't let Dumbledore do that, he still had this self-knowledge.After that incident, he always avoided mentioning Dumbledore as much as possible, and when he mentioned it, he would be dismissive. Compared with covering up in front of the Death Eaters, he was more willing to believe that he said these words to himself .

Then a question popped up, which chilled his heart.

"How did you know about this?"

Here comes the problem.Fanny took a deep breath, she didn't want to see Draco's expression when he heard the answer, "After you were injured by Harry, I went to the hospital to see you, and your sleeping position is really good."

"...you found my Dark Mark and immediately went to Dumbledore?"

"Not right away, I went on the day of the Quidditch final," Fanny said.

"You betrayed me." Draco glared at her.

"more or less."

Draco's feeling at the moment cannot be described as "angry". Those emotions that hit him and made him speechless for a while still contained a strong sense of powerlessness and helplessness - she didn't even have the intention to hide it, as if all of this was justified .

Draco thought, he is the heir of the Malfoy family, and he received the first education from a profit-oriented family since he was a child, but he is not as ruthless as a little girl of the same age - it is really embarrassing.

"It's not like you don't know what I'm going to do, otherwise why hide it from me for a year?" Fanny said.

"...Very good." Draco's expression and tone almost made Fanny retreat, "Very good. Just now, you called me a coward, poor man. Now let's see who is more pitiful? You Just like those fools, a dead man led you all away without even a chain."

"Perhaps you're wondering, this dead man has always known about us," Fanny said calmly. "When I told him you were a Death Eater, I asked him what he wanted me to do."

Draco was only surprised for half a second, anger and disbelief surged again, this time Fanny really took a small step back.But she didn't stop, at least this time, she didn't intend to lie anymore.

"I could have done more cruel things." Fanny said blankly, "but he told me to do what I want."

"It means you don't want to do it."

"True. But if he says a word, I'll do it."

"You would do anything for him."

"You can think of it that way." Fanny controlled her tone, and it was very important for her to hear herself full of confidence at this time. "So live your life and leave me and my Muggle family alone, it's not worth it."

"Not worth it? This is the best answer you can give me?" Draco suddenly seemed to lose all self-control, "Where were you when my father was sent to Azkaban and the whole family was under the wrath of the Dark Lord? I Where were you when you were racking your brains to save your own life? Where were you when I was under the Dark Lord's nose trying to save the lives of those lowly Muggles around you? You accused me, insulted me, and told me you would not only Lied to me and betrayed me without hesitation! Why would you kiss me and do the damn thing for me when I'm so worthless in your heart? All this you think a 'not worth it' can take away Yet?"

"What else do you want from me? Want me to go to a nearby love hotel to open a room with you? Do you have enough time?" Draco's face seemed to collapse in an instant, Fanny looked at him and tensed up If it weren't for this situation, she really wanted to smile for him, "If you want to know, add something. Before you are going to tell me your heroic deeds, I have a lot of things to say. But Dumbledore's voice told me he wouldn't be happy that I hurt someone with his death, so I kept my mouth shut."

Fanny wouldn't be surprised if Draco suddenly pulled his wand and cast an Unforgivable Curse on her.She had really hurt him, the last time she had done so had been a long time ago, and this time was clearly the worst.

"...Look at me and tell me that Dumbledore is the most important thing to you, and I'm not." When Draco spoke again, he was so calm that Fanny was afraid, "Just one word, I will never will try to interfere with you."

Fanny looked at him, opened her mouth, and closed it again.

"Say it." Draco's voice started to tremble a little.

"I won't say it." Fanny looked away.

"why?"

"Nothing is more important than you."

Draco actually laughed, almost horribly.Fanny stepped forward hesitantly, and the laughter didn't stop, so she started to panic a little, and reached out to grab his arm.

Draco shook her off so hard that she slammed against the wall with a muffled thud.

"What does this mean?" Draco was still panting, without a smile in his eyes, his cold expression resembled that of his father, "Do I look like a good dog? You can beat me and scold you, as long as you A pat on the head and gleefully licking your shoes again? After all this, you're telling me you love me and that I mean a lot to you?"

"I have never denied the last two points." Fanny felt her knuckles sinking deeper and deeper into the palm of her hand.

"So?" While Fanny straightened up, Draco grabbed her by the shoulders and pressed her against the wall, "What is this?"

Draco leaned forward suddenly, and Fanny opened her eyes wide. She felt their teeth meeting, their lips and tongues entangled.There was no tenderness, no sweetness, and an almost morbid frenzy swept her body and mind like a storm.Unable to resist, she entered the state faster than she imagined, her arms had already tightly wrapped around his neck and back before she realized it, he used so much force as if to embed her in his arms .

Giving up on this?She must be crazy.

She closed her eyes and parted her lips, silently inviting him to deepen the contact.The hot hand finally covered her skin directly, like a stone being thrown into a pool, the trembling sensation fainted with every touch, and mixed together again.

After a brief pause, he buried his face in the socket of her neck, and the numbness spread all over Fanny's body with every breath he exhaled.

"Come with me," he said. "You and your family will be safe. I will protect you."

Fanny kissed him again, stroked him.She gradually went limp, her body slid down from the dirty wall, his hand still wandering over her body.The hoodie slipped to one side, and Draco's lips left a mark on her bare right shoulder.

There was another pause, and the two listened to each other's panting.The blood was rushing desperately under the beating of the heart, Fanny heard every beat of her own blood vessels on the eardrum like an explosion.

That's fine, so she won't be able to hear what she's about to say.

She tried to pull Draco closer, and her bright red lips brushed Draco's earlobe, and he trembled like an electric shock.

Fanny whispered softly in his ear, "No."

It took Draco a moment to react, and he stepped back, looking at Fanny a foot away.Fanny thought of Frank, if she slapped him and snatched his favorite toy, he would probably look like this.Fanny could barely see Draco's anger, only his innocence and bewilderment.

Little Frank was no longer here, having been sent to his grandparents in Egypt a week after Dumbledore's death.He went away with the last peace, and with him almost all the joy of the Fields.

Fanny looked at Draco with a very gentle expression.

"...why?" Draco asked.

Fanny shook her head and stood up.She knew that there was a part of her body that was as hard as steel, and it would never learn to give in. It had been biting the softest part of her heart since a long time ago.Until now, it has been so painful that it will not hurt.

She wants to leave.

"At this point, do you still want to just leave like this?" Draco was furious again, "Are you crazy, huh? Are you insane? Dumbledore is dead! The Dark Lord has already controlled half of the Ministry of Magic And the wizarding world! What part of you don't understand?! Dumbledore is dead! He can't protect anyone anymore, whether he did or not!"

"Yes, Dumbledore is dead." Fanny repeated, she felt that the hard shell fell apart after the chaos just now, and could no longer support it, "So..."

Draco watched in shock as a streak of water ran across Fanny's cheek, paused for a moment on the front of her robes, and disappeared.

In his memory, she will always look frank and calm.The figures walking and going alone in the corridor are few and free, and the brown-blue eyes seldom reflect the complete shadow of anyone.

Fanny's popularity is not very good, but she is very trusted among those who are close to her.There was something calm and determined about her that one could depend on without being ashamed.

"That's why I have a reason to stand up." Fanny went on, with tears and a hoarse voice, "He is gone, and the time when I can do whatever I want is over. You forgot that every time I stand up Under what circumstances did you come out?"

"I don't see any obligation on your part to side with those Muggles," Draco said coldly.

"I've given up on this point a long time ago." Fanny pressed her forehead wearily.

Draco didn't let go, nor did he look away, his attitude was very clear: Fanny couldn't leave today if she didn't make it clear.

"Well, since you insist," Fanny said, "remember what I told you? About Torrance?"

Draco gasped, unable to tell whether he was relieved or holding back his anger, "Yes. Those Muggles called you a monster and left you with a lot of scars."

Fanny smiled, with a bleak taste: "Yes... that's right. This is the part you will pay attention to."

"What's wrong?" Draco couldn't help raising his voice again.

"Do you know what constitutes Fanny Sanchez?" Fanny looked up at him.

Draco didn't answer, guessing the answer wasn't what he wanted.

"Magic, Hogwarts, and you. That's right," Fanny said. "Regardless of the outcome, falling in love with you is always the best thing that has ever happened to me. I am complete because of you. There is nothing more important than you."

"But?" Draco continued coldly.

"The ice cream truck at the school gate." Fanny went on as if she hadn't been interrupted. "The church bells, the dirty river, the alley that was so narrow that I would be stuck in the middle, the cookies that made me want to throw up, The car stuck in the mud, the cargo ship leaking oil, the rude crew, the smell of lavender, the cherries on the tree in the yard..."

Fanny talked about those humble and trivial details for nearly 10 minutes.Watching her softened expression slightly, Draco realized that he had made a fatal mistake.

Fanny took in all the subtle changes in Draco's face.

"Understood?" There was already farewell in her smile, "It's good to have my family, magic, and you, but it's not enough. The foundation of my person is built on all of these."

She opened her arms slightly and raised her chin proudly, "This is my world, Draco. I will not allow anyone to destroy it. In this war, my place is not on your side, not abroad, but here .”

On that Christmas Eve night, she climbed to the top of the church again, looking down on the small town that was so insignificant.The thin snow covered the daily filth and mess, reflecting the warm lights of Wanjia.Under this holy and peaceful appearance, there are homeless people freezing to death on the street, depraved bars and prostitutes, domestic violence men and helpless women, thieves, robbers, murderers, and drug addicts in the dark And drug dealers, there is a kid leader who just came home to pretend to be a pure angel after bullying the weak, and there is a lazy policeman with a beer belly?inspect.

Nothing is worth dying for, she had said so firmly.Standing atop the cathedral, she thought, if the Time-Turners hadn't all been smashed, she'd be happy to go back in time and slap that childish version of herself.

At that moment, the question in her heart finally had a clear answer, and the clarity surprised her.

In order to make all this run smoothly, she can give up her identity, time, love, and even life.

When she came to the top of the highest point in the town for the first time, all she felt was dizziness and fear.However, driven by some unknown reason, after that, she climbed up again and again, looking down at the buildings with different shapes and heights, and looking into the distance.When she finally got used to this height, she found that she could easily identify every entrance and exit and every dead end in those cobweb-like alleys, so the pride beat out of her chest from the inside out.

That child was always there and never left.

"But..." Draco said desperately, "but you said that..."

"They hate me and are hostile to me, that's right." Fanny's hand dropped, and the blue pupil light once again shone into the depths of Draco's soul, "I won't say I enjoy these things, but I've never been a The insulted innocent. It's a part of my life, Draco, and even though I probably won't ever get back to it, I still love it. From beginning to end."

Draco felt the ground crumbling under his feet, and he remembered how he wanted to hold all the good things in front of her, pity and respect her past as a shame, without realizing that he was rudely denying her. Everything she loves.

His world was a solid castle, guarding those he loved and the glory he sought; hers was a boundless world for her to walk in.Her world was too vast to be contained and possessed by his castle.

This is a Fanny Sanchez-style farewell, without hoarseness or heartbreaking.She just tore apart all the realities and showed them to him, without even telling a lie of "I never loved you".

She told him, I love you, but my world never exists because of you, nor will it change because of you.

So don't wait for me.

"I tried to make you understand, remember?" Fanny said quietly, "but you seem to be focusing on the wrong point."

Draco's lips moved, but no sound came out.Everything that should be said has been said, and what should be broken is also broken. Both of them understand in their hearts.

After a moment of relative silence, Draco drew out his wand, and Fanny did the same.The two waved their wands back to back with the same frequency and movement, just like they did countless times to clean up the mess a long time ago, canceling all the protective spells in this area in order, eliminating the traces of magic, and then using anti-flashback spells on each other's wands.

When the tips of the wands collided, the penetration of the familiar wave of magic power caused both of them to pause.

"Then, that's it." Fanny put away her wand.

"Yeah." Draco said.

Nobody moved.

"Good night."

"Ah."

Still no one moved.

"Take care of yourself and stop doing such stupid things."

"……You too."

Any kind of determination or strength was exhausted, Fanny looked at him and saw the same meaning in his eyes.She wanted to go with him and knew he did too.

Or at least, she imagined them together at a nearby inn, and he threw aside the belt around her waist, the metal buckles clinking against the floor.

Benjamin said that danger is the best aphrodisiac. Before a big battle, ask soldiers what they want to do most, and 90.00% of them will answer that thing-hell, what do I want him to do?

In the end, it was Fanny who turned around first and took a step forward.

One step, two steps, three steps.

There was a soft sound behind her, and she imagined Draco's robes rising and spinning away, knowing that he had left.Fanny didn't look back, but raised her head.

She has broken with her past life, the time when she was the most carefree and unscrupulous.

The night sky under the cover of thin clouds is gray, and the stars and the moon are not visible.In three hours the morning light will rise in the east, and tomorrow may be sunny or cloudy.But no matter what, tomorrow is a new day.

Newjourneybegins.