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*原作背景
*OOC嫌疑？
*短篇完结？
*我写了中文和英文两个版本，先放中文的，如果有亲想要看英文的话我再放上来（英文并不算好，语义表达和用词上还请多多指教~）

01.
他迷路了。
这个地方很大。大到空空荡荡的。他站在底楼，地上铺着米白色的瓷砖，顶上挂着漂亮的枝形吊灯。旁边是漫无止境的旋转楼梯。屋子里很安静。他忽然间有些疑惑。不知道自己身在何处，为何而来。
他四下里看了看，窗台边的水晶花瓶里插着鲜花。三朵玫瑰。一朵白的，一朵黄的，一朵红的。他走过去，用食指碰着花底。触感像是上好的丝绒。他俯下身闻着花香气，味道甜蜜而优雅。太阳落下去了，他在想着那些花朵在夜幕中究竟会是什么样子。他眯起眼睛，噙着笑，白色的那朵就像是闪烁的月光——冰冷，孤单，遥不可及；红色的那朵则像是那些调笑的巫女罪恶的双唇，因为不管从她们嘴里说出些什么——
有人碰了碰他的手腕，就在那根和心脏一起跳动着的血管上。他转得那样快——
他有提到过那些诱人的红唇吗？
他面前的女巫脸上有着怡然自得的笑意，温和而不失顽皮的音色挠地他心痒，
-你很无聊啊。
-我没看到你。
他没有想到自己会回答，但他还是说出了口。像是有人在帮他。或许他毕竟还是有魔法的。
她偏着脑袋看着他，眉毛饶有兴致地挑起来。像是看到了什么有意思的东西。
他不禁注意到她有一双他所见过的最美丽的蓝眼睛。纯净而完美。那一瞬间他的脑海里只有一个念头，他想要是斯莱特林决定要把绿色换成蓝色他都不会反对，只要那蓝色是他现在看到的那一种。
-怎么？
他也笑了，一点都不介意她好奇且直白的目光。
-你还记得你欠我一支舞吧？
她把他拉进舞池，在昏暗的灯光下，加入了其他所有人。
他什么都没有说但下意识地把她拉近了怀里。他的左手环上她纤细的腰身。
背景里放着慢调的探戈。他决定要从这一刻开始喜欢它们。或者再等下也无所谓，因为现在他全部的注意力都在别的地方。
她的手很冷。她的指尖在他的皮肤上跳舞，像是他胃里的那些蝴蝶，还有脊背上的电流。她的皮肤如同象牙般苍白而光滑。她有着纤长的睫毛和如同闪烁夜月下的深泉的蓝色眼睛。她的嘴唇像是浸透着鲜血生长的玫瑰。她一定是个媚娃，如果不是吸血鬼的话。
这一定是个诡计或是陷阱，但是他也无处可逃了。
他以极其缓慢的速度低下头。他的额头碰着她的，鼻尖相抵。他可以感觉到他们的呼吸夹杂在一起。她的身上有着鲜花的味道。他紧紧地搂住她，然后闭上了眼睛。他们的嘴唇碰在了一起。
他忽然间惊醒。心脏在胸腔里以疼痛的速度挣扎着。他慢慢地从枕头上转过去。有人从窗口转过来。一模一样苍白的皮肤。一模一样金色的头发。一模一样蓝色的眼睛。
然后他说，不带一丝感情，纯粹是在陈述事实，他说，
-你没有来过。

嘿嘿，第一

啊啊啊同一起床就看到这个开心

欸嘿被开头吸引了

好吃的粮食！！！！好甜！！！

01.
He was lost.
The place was big. Too big that it felt empty. He stood on the ground floor, which was covered by beige tiles and looked up to see the ceiling with a beautiful chandelier hanging from above. Besides him was the spiral stairs of which end he could not see. The house was quiet and he suddenly felt confused. He did not know where he was, nor why would he be here.
He looked around and saw the fresh flowers in a crystal vase by the window. Three roses. One white, one yellow and one red. He walked towards the window and touched the flowers with his index finger from the under. It felt like the best velvet. He bent down and inhaled the scent of the flowers. It was sweet and delicate. The sun was setting and he wondered what those flowers would be like in nightfall. He narrowed his eyes and smirked. The white one would be like the luminous moon——cold, alone and unreachable; the red one would be like those sinful lips which could only belong to some cheeky witches because what ever came from those——
Someone touched his wrist, right on the vein that beats along with his heart. He turned around too quickly and ——
Had he just mentioned some alluring red lips?
The witch before him smirked and spoke with that soft but naughty voice which made his heart itchy,
-I see you are boring.
- I did not see you.
He had not thought he would reply but he did and it felt like someone had helped him. Maybe he was magical after all.
She looked at him with her head askew and raised an eyebrow amusingly at him. Af if she found something interesting.
He could not help but noticed that she had the most beautiful blue eyes he had never seen. They are pure and absolute. At that very moment all he had in his mind was that he would not mind if Slytherin replaced green with blue, only if the same one that he was looking into now.
-What?
He smiled back, not at all mind her curious but obvious stare.
-You do remember that you still owe me a dance right?
She pulled him into the dancing pool and joined the others under the dim light.
He did not say anything but automatically pulled her into his arms, his left hand on her slim waist.
There was some slow Tango at the background. Something he decided he would started to like from this moment. Or maybe later as right now all his attention was at somewhere else.
Her hand was cold. Her fingertips danced on his skin like those butterflies in his stomach and the electricity sparked along his spin. Her skin was pale and smooth like ivory. She had long lashes and eyes as blue as a deep spring under bright moonlight. Her lip as red as those new grown roses flourished by fresh blood. She must be a Veela if not a Vampire.
This must be a trick or a trap, but he fell anyway.
He lowed his head painfully slowly. His forehead touched hers, followed by the tip of his nose. He could feel her breath mixed with his. She smelt like flowers. He held her closer and closed his eyes. Their lips touched.
He jerked awake with his heart racing and aching in his chest. He slowly turned his head on the pillow. Someone turned around from the window. The same pale skin. The same blond hair. The same blue eyes.
Then he said, without any emotion, like stating some solid fact, he said,
-You never came.

楼主目测英文大触

02.
-You never came.
That was the first thing he said to her.
An emotionless accuse that broke her heart at the very moment.
She opened her mouth, trying to say something, but could not really trust herself. So she bit her tongue and shut her mouth.
She silently walked over to the bed and sat beside him. She held his hand. Hers was as cold as ice. The weather was to be blamed and she hoped he would not mind.
He did’t. Or even if he did he did not show as he remained his hand still, in hers.
He was looking at her. Like every time when he wanted an answer from her. His eyes persist. She knew better than attempt to ignore that as he would always win in the end.
She forced a smile on her lip and gave him the water on the bedside table, which was kept warm, along with some pills.
-You should have some medicine now.
She said. Her voice dry and hoarse, which reminded her of a drained well. If that was the case then why she felt her tears up again?
He did not take the water, nor the pills.
-I waited for you. I waited for you every second when I was awake. I kept myself away from sleep as long as possible, afraid that if you came when I was asleep I would not know.
She tried to stop him, tried to really say something this time but he continued.
-But you did not. I looked through the window only to see you with some other——
He was trying to find the word and she could see how his eyebrow knitted and fire burned in his eyes.
He paused for some time and when he finally spoke again he had gave up whatever he wanted to say at the first place. Instead he repeated himself.
-You never came.
She looked at him, held him tighter in her hand.
-I come now.
He looked at her, without a word. So she kept going,
-And I was not with someone else. I would never be with anyone else.
He still did not say anything but stared at her, as if trying to decide whether her words were trustworthy.
Finally he spoke up,
-And you will not leave.
She smiled, which did not reach her eyes. He was like some childish boy asking for chocolate frogs.
She ran her fingers through his smooth and soft hair. She signed and promised,
-I will not leave.
-Now take the pills and have some more rest.
He did what she said and lay down again. Her hand slid down to stroke his cheek bones and jaw.
She asked just before he closed his eyes,
-And you will remember right? You will remember that I stayed?
He looked at her as if that was a stupid question with the most obvious answer,
-Of course I will remember.
She smiled and kissed his forehead,
-Now sleep.
She watched him finally closed his eyes and his breath became even. And she knew the next time he opened his eyes he would forget anything that happened just now.
She stayed with him twenty hours a day and every time he woke up he said she never came. He thought he was in bed because he was hurt during one of his training session for the final Quidditch competition with Gryffindor, which was years ago. He blamed her walking with another…guy, which she guessed was a more polite description than what he had had in his mind, was even before. They were from so long ago and she was somewhat surprised that he still did not let such things go.
She looked down at her hand, which was now firmly held by his. He asked her promise and promised back that he would remember, as if that was the most natural thing in the world. Only he never remembered.
He never remembered.

把前两段的英文放了上来（本来先写的英文，大家有兴趣的话看看就好，因为还是觉得语言不同表达上面总有差别...于是乎...
明天放第三段啦

加油

私心可以放中文了初二水平英语虽然看得懂但是看着好累啊otzz

03.
阳光温暖而明亮。他和其他六年级的斯莱特林一起坐在草地上，背靠在城堡外的一棵树上。现在是下午三点钟。他们在喝野餐式的下午茶，在这样的好天气里，他们总是那么做的。他在草地上懒洋洋地舒展着双腿，心不在焉地看着一些坐在湖边聊天的姑娘们。
-她简直是光彩照人。
他的心漏跳了一拍，还以为是自己一不小心说漏了心思。然后他才意识到，那些是奥古斯图斯 洛克伍德发出的声音。他冷笑着顺着他脏兮兮的目光看去，想知道是哪个不走运的姑娘抓住了这个榆木脑袋的眼球。直到他看到了片刻前自己一直在欣赏的金发的身影。
他可以感觉到身体里的愤怒一下子烧了起来。
这个**在看着他的姑娘。呃...至少他这次倒是没有眼瞎。但是，重点是他在看着他的姑娘。他的！
-闭嘴吧洛克伍德，这一整天都被你给毁了。
他用尽了力气从牙缝中挤出那些话，想要让语气听起来尽可能地随意，
洛克伍德看了看他，然后笑了，像是他知道任何一点点的内情。
-去你的，我一分钟都没糟蹋，你知道的你就是想姑娘了。
他从眼角处看到他扭曲的脸。看在萨拉查 斯莱特林的份上。梅林知道他用了从出生以来所有的教养来阻止自己不要在此时此地就打他，他会下重手，重到他的鼻子会断掉，重到他的下半辈子再也没有脸面出去见人。
这大概就是他在她回斯莱特林地下室的途中一把把她拉进了昏暗的走廊困在自己手臂和石墙里的原因吧。
她看起来有点害怕。但也只是一瞬间。他就理解成是，那是在她意识到是他以前。
-你今天看起来明艳动人。
他的一只手撑在他的肩膀上方的石墙上，另一只手轻轻地梳理着她的头发。
-所以你看到了。
他低下头看着她，眉头皱了起来，嘴角有着细微的笑意，
其他所有人也都注意到了。
她扬起下颚看着他，眼神奕奕，
-我是听到了醋意吗？
他并没有回答但是他的手已经在她的脖颈上了，他指腹上的老茧弄得她痒痒的。她就知道他才不会这么轻易地上钩。
-你知道巫师界的律法保留了每个人欣赏景色的权利。
-但是不包括别人家的女朋友。
他夹带着一点点的恼火的严肃音色把她逗乐了，所以她故意忽闪着睫毛，用那种甜蜜的，混合着假装出来的困惑的语气说，
-我以为我还是单身呢？
他看着她，脸上有那种只有他才会有的诡秘笑意，
-你是在激我吗？
她报以同样的笑容，
-是又如何？
他低声地笑了，
-那我就当你的不答反问是答应和我一起去霍格莫德了。