Wild child

How strange, Draco thought sometimes.

His life was planned out early on, and he will follow that path unswervingly, just like his grandparents did.It is his duty, his honor.Then she appeared.There is no advantage in blood, and there is no dignity in running around the world. After being a witch for 5 years, he often does things that only Muggles can do, but he occupies all his sights.

Well, she's not that much of a Muggle anymore.

She was at last fully at Hogwarts, no longer rolled the cuffs of her robes up to her shoulders, no longer swung the table to the floor.She had a friend by her side, even though it was Mudblood Granger.

The tacit understanding between her and various medicinal materials became more and more apparent, and her excellent performance in herbal medicine class won repeated praises.Professor Sprout asked her to be his assistant. To put it bluntly, she continued to increase her knowledge with some unheard of plants.

They still meet in the middle of the night at a place of her choosing, the Room of Requirement.A secret romance flourishes, along with something else.Draco sometimes relives the dream he dreamed of when he was a child but has long been expelled from his mind with the mood of a child stealing candy: he gallops freely in the invisible distance like the hero Odo, fights bravely, and finally breaks the When the wand returned to his hometown, so many people shed tears for him.

That room that no one could break into kept their secrets, recorded all the madness and dreams Draco knew, and all the futile efforts they had made for the future.

Draco knew that her parents would be categorically against the relationship, and that all of her closest people were Muggles, and to them she was from another world entirely.

But that's not a problem.

With you here, nothing is a problem.Everyone in love thinks so.

They get along so naturally, as if they have spent many years hand in hand.

It's not that they didn't have bumps and bumps, but those arguments were more like their own way of flirting than hurting.He provoked the three Gryffindor players to fight with words and was suspended. She helped the Weasley twins put fireworks on the new professor Umbridge's ass. He became a patrol member who deducted points everywhere. Writing anonymously in The Quibbler following Potter's interview led to many parents protesting against the Ministry of Magic's interference in Hogwarts.They refer to each other as "Miss Gryffindor" and "Mr. Slytherin", teasing the oddity of this combination.

The most heated argument occurred on the eve of Valentine's Day that year, when she casually mentioned that several boys wanted to invite her to Hogsmeade.

Decades later, when his son also started to fall in love, he once thought that if Scorpius asked him how to get along with girls, he would definitely give this one: Don't discuss with your girlfriend what is going on at home. Make arrangements to meet other girls.Although he didn't intend to arrange a meeting and drinking party between Scorpius and other pure-blood girls, he also knew that Scorpius would not discuss such topics with him anyway, just like he and his parents.

That was the first time she got angry with him, and they fought until she slammed the door and left the Room of Requirement.Instead of going to Hogsmeade on Valentine's Day, she went to be a Gryffindor beater.After the first match, she was rushed to the hospital hospital by her teammates and a large group of Gryffindors pouring from the stands, and Draco clearly saw that the closest to her was Granger.

Draco was suddenly very depressed. No one in Hogwarts was more upset and worried about her injury than he was, but even the mudblood he despised could accompany her to the hospital in a fair manner. But he couldn't even look at her without avoiding the eyes of others.

They made up late at night a few days later, but she still refused to quit the team.

"I replaced Kirk as a hitter, and before that he and Slober were the best backups Angelina could find. Unless there is a better person, I will not quit."

What's the point of being a bad batsman on a losing team?But Draco couldn't do anything about her.In fact, he should have realized since then that they were completely different from beginning to end.

Other than that, she did exactly what he expected that year: she never took issue with the way he did things, refused to join Potter's secret group, read everything he could find about Muggles persecuting wizards. Information, words and deeds are increasingly dignified.Of course, she didn't flatter Umbridge, but he didn't expect anything at all. If it weren't for the tortoise's value, he wouldn't have looked at her at all.

She worked hard to change herself for him, and he saw it, thinking that the two had become the same kind.Until reality finally emerged like a gale and swept their world.

Overnight, the return of the Dark Lord became public, his father had entered Azkaban, and she was lying in the school hospital as one of the accomplices in causing it.He woke up like a dream, and realized that she had never concealed her attitude—whether she laughed or scolded, ridiculed or ridiculed, she would never reach a compromise with those who slaughtered the same kind for even half a second.

She is a truly tolerant person, not a good-tempered and soft tolerance, but a person who can accept anything calmly and look at any point of view peacefully-because she is firm enough to not give an inch deep in her heart.Life is too short to hate and doubt.The difference in the way of doing things did not become an obstacle between them, she accepted all of him unconditionally, but it also made him ignore how stubborn she was.

At the age of 16, it was another Christmas, and Draco leaned on the frozen railing overlooking the entire castle.He is not the kind of romantic fool who prefers to stay in a place with a fire and enjoy food than to feel freedom in the wind and snow. It is rare for him to be stupid, just because he wants to remember his last Christmas.

He was so sure of it that he didn't want to go home to his dying mother.Halfway through the deadline, he already understood what an impossible task he couldn't wait to take on.He looked at the Dark Lord's grinning face as he said yes, but felt a tinge of vengeful joy in his heart: he knew she respected Dumbledore as much as all Gryffindors.

Now he can taunt himself with this joy, imagining how she would face his dead body - in fact, she is unlikely to see it, but Draco feels that she can always do it if she wants to, but she doesn't know Is he worth her effort.

The snow became heavier and heavier, and the world in front of me became a little unreal.The Muggles said that miracles would happen on such days, and Draco smiled wryly thinking that he wanted to believe in Muggle superstitions.He turned and walked back to the castle. There were other things to do that night.

If you don't count being dragged into the old slug's reception by Filch's ears, Draco's business is actually quite neat, but it's really not in the plan to have an in-depth talk with the dean of the hospital.Freed from Snape, Draco sprinted down the dimly lit corridor in a huff.His anger was not so much due to the other party's meddling, but rather because he was angry that everything the man said was right.

Loitering alone, with flawed plans, and stubbornly refusing all help like a child.Yes, of course Snape was entitled to say that, as a Death Eater who went undercover under Dumbledore's nose, he received far more trust and respect than Draco's unlucky father.

Even if what Snape said was true, that he would not report to Dumbledore, and that he had made an unbreakable oath to Draco's mother to protect him, Draco would still not seek any help from him.Last time he thought that Snape did his best to help his family, but the result was that Snape completely replaced his father's position. Who knows what this unpredictable man is planning this time?

In the past few months, Draco has thought many times to simply tell the Dark Lord that he can't complete the task, and if he wants to kill him, he will do whatever he wants.His father, who had everything in order once, was waiting for him to save. After losing his identity as Master Malfoy, he suddenly found that he was just a 16-year-old child with nothing, and the burden of the whole family's life made him overwhelmed.

Thinking about it, the hatred for her surged up like venom again, burning him from the inside.They hadn't spoken a word since the Ministry incident, and she didn't seem to feel at all that she owed him an explanation, as if sending his father to Azkaban was a matter of course.When he was most helpless, she disappeared.

—Oh, not completely missing.

Draco stopped abruptly, and all thoughts disappeared from his mind when he saw the figure in front of him.He just stood behind her and looked at her, but she still maintained the gait she had trained for a year, but her steps were slow and wobbly.

Then she disappeared.

Draco's heart tightened, and he hurried forward and stepped behind the tapestry.It seemed those fears would be fulfilled as soon as she was out of his sight.

She sat with her knees hugged against the wall, her head buried in her arms.

Then Draco found himself alone with her again after half a year, within three feet of each other.He opened his mouth and found that he couldn't speak. He considered using actions to express his feelings. Kissing her or slapping her is a question worth thinking about. Both options are very tempting.

The moment she looked up he realized that he hadn't thought much, because those dark eyes were so blank and the smell of alcohol was clearly identifiable in the air.Draco easily distinguished firewhiskey, mead, oak barrel-aged wine, and butterbeer.

Then they "talked".

—Yeah, picking her to do it when she's totally drunk is kind of a joke, Draco.

After her stubbornness finally succumbed to the force of the alcohol, Draco stood stiff for a moment, deciding to think objectively.Carrying her back to the Gryffindor tower will be flooded by the sea of ​​people, and if she is thrown here, maybe someone will pass by and do something. In this state, her slap and lips are equally insensitive to her, even if someone He just took off her clothes and stopped her... Where did this idea come from?

In short, there is only one option left, and he has stayed there enough this year, not bad for this night.

The unconscious person was dead, and it took Draco a long time to drag her into the Room of Requirement and put her on the bed. Fortunately, she was not caught along the way.He took off her robe, intending to cover her with a quilt and leave.He'd probably need two more whiskeys to kill the rest of the damned night.

When the robe fell on the bed, he suddenly realized what he had just done, and his eyes stopped where they shouldn't be.Her chest was rising and falling gently, and the baggy tracksuit couldn't cover her exquisite curves.

Venom poured into the veins again, this time mixed with something else.

She's drinking at parties while he's struggling to survive - why should she be having fun after what she's done to him?

She won't fight back, and probably won't even notice.

It was vile and totally inappropriate, but what could be worse for him?

"You could hurt me. Would you?"

"will not."

He won't hurt her, he's mean, cowardly, unscrupulous, but he'll never hurt her.

Draco's hands clenched into fists and left her body.He hastily pulled the covers over her and left - or tried to.After maintaining his turn for a minute, Draco took off his shoes and socks, took a quilt from the closet on the side and spread it on the floor.She was on the bed, and he had neither the courage to lie next to her nor the courage to leave. He would be ashamed to death for it tomorrow morning, but at least he wasn't alone at the moment.

When Draco woke up, she propped her head up, staring at him intently.It was impossible for him to hide anything from her, but she didn't ask, which might be considered a silent answer.

It seemed to be back to the way it was before, and they sat opposite each other at the table in the Room of Requirement, only without wizarding genealogy or Muggle studies textbooks in their hands.

Draco gave her a gold coin to agree on a time to meet.She didn't ask him what he was trying to do with the invention.Like a tacit agreement, they only want to travel together for a short distance before the inevitable separation. There is too little time to waste for that too vague future.It's ridiculous that they didn't start exchanging past experiences until then, understanding what made each other.

He asked her about the origin of every scar she could see, most of which she didn't remember, and when she told the stories that she could remember, all the humble and trivial details seemed so vivid.

Contrast seems to have become a habit, Draco thought of his childhood.Whenever there is a big day or something good happens, his father will often take him on a trip.He can count the well-known place names he has been to: Paris, New York, New Zealand, Australia, Norway, Holland, Egypt... He can show off these to others, but he can also read them in addition to names and books. He couldn't list anything other than the iconic buildings.To be honest, the only vivid thing in his memory is the group of white peacocks raised in the garden. He would grab a handful of food and watch them rush over to fight for it. When he was young, he would count their number every day in order to die by chance one of them weeps sadly.

Her small world seems to be bigger than the whole world he walked through.

Draco gently stroked the marks of different shapes again, and told her solemnly that he would never let her go back to that kind of life again.

He said that he wanted to build her a castle with just the two of them, he wanted to accompany her to see the fjord where the sun was still hanging at midnight, and he wanted to hold her in his hands and hide her in his heart.

She leaned in his arms, listening to him promise all those uncertain futures in one night, showing a soft smile he had never seen before.

They all know how illusory this oath is.