HP Nocturne and Evening Bell

Chapter 30

The style of the hotel room is a good example of the differences between France and England.The pattern of roses is all over the room, the curly-haired witch with bright red lips is smiling charmingly in the picture frame on the wall, the desk lamp at the foot of the bed keeps emitting heart-shaped colored smoke, and even the carpet is the silhouette of two people kissing .

The corner of the curtain was opened, the streets and alleys outside the window were faintly visible, and the hustle and bustle of the outside world had been separated far away, and a stupid portrait was singing a fragment of the opera "Carmen", and the proud and high-pitched voice filled every corner of the room , Hermione felt as if she was wearing a gypsy sea wave-like red dress, standing alone on the stage and singing silly.

"Hermione." There was a knock on the door.

"Come in." With a tap of the wand, Tom walked into the room, still with the blond hair.

"You?" Hermione was a little embarrassed. It was already late at night, and she thought she was the only one who couldn't sleep.

"It's my first time in France." Tom stated quietly. Seeing that Hermione didn't understand, he had no choice but to continue, "I mean, I'm not so used to here. I don't speak French very well."

"Are you... disturbed?" Hermione said softly, as if she was talking to a butterfly about to fly.

"I...worry about you." Tom breathed a sigh of relief. After realizing what he had said, he licked his red thin lips and pointed his slender fingers one by one. Carmen's annoying song suddenly took over The laziness and allure of the French singing ignited the flames in his ears, and the air became thin. He clasped his hands a few times, and began to look around the room, studying a model of a goblin on the wall.

Hermione also began to turn her head to observe a black smear on the corner of the table, as if there was an incomprehensible spell on it.

"L''amourestunoiseaurebelle love is an unruly bird

Quenulnepeutapprivoiser no one can tame

Etc''estbienenvainqu''onl''appelle, if it chooses to refuse

S''iluiconvientderefuser. All calls to it are in vain

Rienn''y fait, menaceouprière, threats or begging are all lost

L''unparlebien, l''autresetait one is talkative, the other silent;

Etc''estl''autreque jepréfère and the one I love

Iln''ariendit; maisilmetient. He didn't say anything but touched me

L''amour, l''amour, l''amour, l''amour! Love!love!love!love!

L''Amourestenfant de Bohême, Love Is the Child of the Gypsies

Iln''ajamais, jamaisconnudeloi, lawless Situnem''aimepas, je..."

The stupid portrait is still proudly singing Carmen's passionate declaration of love, bright red rose petals are constantly falling from the ceiling, sliding over Tom's tall nose and broad shoulders, Hermione's face is getting more and more red, a kind of Silent embarrassment spread in the room. She felt that she was the gypsy girl who expressed her heart in front of her lover, and her eyes were as gentle as water, and her delicate red lips were about to fly to the corners of her lover's lips at any time. The flames burned violently, allowing the two to blend into each other.

"Silencio!" Hermione couldn't bear it anymore, and she directly shouted the silent spell.

The room was quiet again.

Tom seemed to wake up from contemplation. He finally moved his eyes away from the goblin model and turned to look at Hermione: "Tomorrow, where are we going?"

Shocked by Tom's deep eyes, Hermione hastily adjusted her sitting posture, smoothed her hair that wasn't messy, and replied seriously: "No. 26, Momoa Lane, it is said that Seslak lives there."

Tom stared at Hermione's up and down hands, his pupils darkened.

"Him? Is he what you've been looking for?"

"Yes."

"After you find him, will you leave with him?"

"It depends. I don't know if he's willing to help me."

"You?" Tom found that he could not stand still. He walked quickly to Hermione, grabbed her hands, and looked down into her eyes. "You have been looking for your fiancé? Greenwald broke you up, Because he is a pure-blood, and you are of Muggle blood, right? You and Malfoy have known each other for a long time, and I have seen you whispering in private." The more he spoke, the angrier he became, Tom's hands gripped tighter and tighter, and Hercules in pain Min had to stand up and look up into Tom's dark, bottomless eyes.

"I never understood the real reason why you adopted me in the first place, but it doesn't matter now, because, you are about to meet your fiancé, right? Did Malfoy tell you exactly where to hide so that you can Avoid being hunted, so you can be at ease from now on? Although you have cast a spell, but you are waiting for me and Professor Slughorn to leave, so I will abandon you first, right? You are already leaving me, right? Wait When it's over, you're gone forever, aren't you? You even left me half of your savings, and I even got a spare key to Gringotts! Hermione, you're leaving at last, aren't you? You planned After so many years, this day is finally coming, isn’t it? Let me tell you, it’s impossible, you are mine, and I will never let you go!”

As he spoke, Tom lowered his head and kissed the long-awaited red lips fiercely.It's not that he hasn't seen the malevolent smiles of the seventh grade boys staring at Hermione, and it's not that he hasn't seen the greed hidden in the depths of Malfoy's eyes. He thought that something could deter them, but if Hermione's real fiance When it comes, he has nothing to do.It's not that he didn't have emotional moments, but he warned himself that it wasn't the right time, he was still too young for Hermione, he suppressed himself, and politely and distantly faced every girl who was about to move.And all of this, Hermione didn't seem to care at all, she was always buried in the small office and the dark restricted area of ​​the dungeon, sometimes lost and sometimes delighted, as if completely ignoring his existence.It is impossible for her to ignore his existence. Every professor talks about his silent confession. He wants her to know that she can never get rid of him. He wants her to have his figure in her mind all the time.

Angrily thinking about it, Tom increased his strength, and between his lips and teeth, he tasted blood.There was no time to think about whether it was Muggle blood or pure blood, he was already sucking like an addicted patient like crazy.

Hermione's lips were as soft and warm as he expected, with a touch of sweetness, just like the smile at the corner of her mouth, plain but not boring.The blood in her neck was bubbling on her arms, like beating drums, beating on his chest, and she hugged Hermione even tighter. He felt her slender waistline, and her soft body seemed to be made for him. pressed against his chest.And her soft and warm hair was at hand, tightly wrapped around his fingers.He pressed the back of Hermione's head, deepening the kiss.While breathing heavily, he caught her small tongue, as if his soul had collided. Tom's brain was dizzy. Relying on instinct, he kept exploring and touched Hermione's teeth and soft walls. After a long time, he felt Hermione's tongue. Min's response.

Like a kitten stretching out its fluffy paws, Hermione finally tentatively responded to Tom's kiss, and after a short pause, a more intense kiss rushed towards her face.

A corner of Pandora's box was opened, and Hermione finally understood what kind of existence those ambiguities lingered in her heart.She clings to Tom half-repentantly and half-excitedly, her mind is surprisingly clear, and a gentle but firm female voice is singing to her:

"A fire of love is ignited in the ashes of hatred, if you shouldn't know each other, why meet each other!

Yesterday's enemy, today's lover, this love is afraid to plant a curse. "

Slightly turning the angle of the kiss to get closer to each other, the gentle female voice in Hermione's mind changed its tone, and her whisper was like a lover's whisper, lingering in Hermione's ears: "Only your name is my enemy; even if you It's not Montague, it's still you. What does it matter if it's Montague? It's not a hand, it's not a foot, it's not an arm, it's not a face, it's not any other part of the body. Ah Change your name! Names are meaningless; This flower that we call a rose Smells the same fragrance by any other name; And Romeo's lovely perfection by any other name Nothing will change. Romeo, throw away your name; I will give my whole heart to you for a name that is beyond me."

Sighing and chasing the corners of Tom's lips, she knew that she was doomed to fall, whether he was Tom Riddle or the young Dark Lord, she had sacrificed her soul unconsciously. She didn't even know who got more. Although she hid those gloomy pasts, she opened her soul to Tom. The collision and intersection between them was more profound than anyone else, even Harry Ron or even Her parents had never had such an exchange of putting hands together and looking at each other. In essence, she didn't know if she lived in his image or was closer to her own.

Letting each other indulge in this drowning-like entanglement tinged with despair, the two seem to have forgotten the time, and want to use their lips and teeth to express the repressed and deeply buried bitterness. By the time they finally parted breathlessly, each other has been exhausted With a backlog of strength, both of them fell down on the bed.

Hermione caressed her red and swollen lips, unwilling to speak for a long time, and Tom still held Hermione's left hand, unwilling to let go.

The colorful heart-shaped smoke from the desk lamp surrounded Hermione's eyebrows, and she finally let out a hoarse voice: "Sethlak is not my fiancé, I never knew him."

Tom didn't move, which didn't seem to matter after what he'd been through.

"I admit that I still hide a lot of secrets from you, but I can't tell you now, maybe after this time, I can tell you the whole truth. But maybe you who know everything at that time won't have such a mood anymore , I left you the key to Gringotts because I was worried that I would never come back, and this is the only thing I can do for you. As I said, Tom, I will not leave you."

Tom stepped forward and hugged Hermione without saying a word, and put his firm chin on the top of Hermione's head. For some reason, Hermione felt that Tom was like an ordinary child who was cranky at the moment, while the warm body on his body The breath, as fragrant as spring, made her unwilling to let go.

I don't know how long it took, Tom first let go of the hugging hands, he reluctantly kissed Hermione's forehead, and said in a gentle voice that he had never tried in his life: "Good night."

Hermione smiled and watched Tom walk out of the room.

In the early morning of the next day, there was a faint blue shadow under Tom's eyes. His heart was both joyful and uneasy. All the poems he had read could not express his surging feelings, and entanglements were brewing in his heart that were ten times or twenty times more volatile than before. , but the strange thing is that he does not hate this feeling at all, but admits that this is the happiest moment of his life.

Suppressing the upturned corners of his mouth, he raised his hand and knocked on Hermione's door, but the door opened with a light touch. Feeling that something was wrong, he walked into the room quickly, and there was no one in it, and the one who sang Carmen The portrait of her fell to the ground, and the desk lamp with smoke in the shape of a heart disappeared.

"Hermione!"

Tom's worst fears still happened.