标题是骗人的，其实是猜歌名，只是问题很狗血
1、你在哪？
2、一只很胖的猫在演杂技。。
3、开学了，我们要【好好学习】
4、如果真的爱我就陪陪陪陪陪陪我= =
5、蝴蝶= =飞远了
6、心想事成，考了100分勒~
很狗血的，我不会乱讲，其实我是来水水拿经验的~

虽然它并不是一直都这样。红色的东西第一次有缺乏深度的意思，之后他们的谈话得以延续。他并没有总是产生这样的感觉——他没有花上七年的时间来思念她，而这只不过是因为她一直都在那儿。不，首先，他已经认识到了她和自己是势均力敌的。他是冰，她是火。他总是冷漠且不为所动，她总是多才多艺且散发着热量。他是一个力量承担从多年的持久的残忍和永存的压迫：她的战斗的结果，拒绝辞职，越来越亮，每过一天，像一个火焰。只要有氧气，他若有所思地说，一个火焰的繁荣，和赫敏·格兰杰已经做同样的。她从来没有停止对她的生存斗争。首先，她必须学会生存在一个全新的世界，那么世界被撕裂，然后世界慢慢拼接起来。
但这些斗争都没什么，没什么，而她现在的战争发动。一个扭曲的脸苦笑。在所有的年就认识她,看着她的脸对抗对手——包括他自己真正的威胁,她终于找到了一个值得尊敬的对手,一个真正能够摧毁她:她自己。 他意识到他,现在,站在门口,看着她微微一笑。 他有点惊讶地看到她尊敬他的请求和放弃围巾,现在脖子上挂松散,与之形成鲜明对比的是她的白衬衫。 她的肢体语言改变,仿佛感应他的存在,他清了清嗓子,希望祈祷她仍将无法认出他的声音。
“好吧,红。 不要十六进制我现在,可以吗? ”他说话的时候,打破沉默,辐射预期。 她的肩膀略微放松下来,但不完全。
“没有承诺,”她回答说,下降到一个熟悉与陌生的缓解,安慰模式。 她拽着结束的丝带,看似沮丧。 “这是荒谬的。 “马尔福回咬了一个微笑,无法抵制采取一些试探性步骤向前。
“不可笑,”他低声说回来。 “幽默我,记得吗? ”她闻到了焦糖和香料的混杂在一起,新鲜,干净的气味像雨水,是难以捉摸的,本质上 赫敏 。 一个流浪锁的金棕色的头发落在她的额头,他握紧拳头,以避免刷牙了。 她打了他,舀到耳朵后面的头发在一个熟悉的方式他一定无意中看到她做至少一百次在他们学校的年。 她清了清嗓子,把他的拼写有点。
那么我可以问,是如此的感到羞辱的格兰芬多,这有必要吗?围巾 ”她问,娱乐冒充她表达愤慨。 评论引发了罕见的笑从他,如此自然,不用想,所以容易令他惊讶不已。
“这是非常典型的你,红色的。 和你什么但典型,”他低声说。 这个, 他认为, 当然过去几年他会以为她就是如此。 无聊的。 无趣的,不重要的。 她的肢体语言转向更接近他,和一个可怕的第二个他以为她是要拉着红丝离开,打开她的眼睛。
“脱掉,”她低声说。 “我想看到的。 我想知道。 “当然她做。 不知道什么是为她而痛苦。 但他知道知道,从长远来看,会更加痛苦的过程,他厌恶使她痛苦多于他已经这么做了,所以他顺利转移了她的注意力,知道她已经看透它,但决定无论如何都会这样做。
“这真会让你感到害怕,不是吗? 你知道,自己的内心某处,那这将是一个非常糟糕的主意。 你知道的,红色的,我认为,你的内心深处你已经知道我是谁,”他小声说道,然后暂停,添加一个事后的想法。 “ 什么 我是。 你只是不想承认这只是然而。 “她的呼吸加快,他们都知道他是正确的。
“为什么如果我搞清楚了吗? “单词下跌很快从她的口中,她咬着嘴唇的角落。 他拉紧,知道这不是如果的问题,她在说什么,他们都知道它。 这是一个问题 当 。
“一切都会改变,”他的声音回答道,然后皱了皱眉,试图听起来更轻松。 “无论如何,红色?名字 他们是什么事? 什么好做他们做任何人吗? “没有办法她可能错过了色彩中严肃的他的声音,但她也参与其中。

His was a strength borne(忍受) from years of enduring(持久的) cruelty(残酷) and perpetuating oppression(压抑): hers a result of fighting it, of refusing to quit(离开), growing stronger and brighter with each passing day, like a flame. As long as there was oxygen, he mused, a flame thrives(繁荣), and Hermione Granger had done much the same. She had never stopped fighting for her survival(幸存). First, she'd had to learn to survive(幸存) in a completely new world, then a world being ripped(喝醉的) apart(相距), then a world slowly piecing itself back together.
But those struggles were nothing, nothing, compared to the war she was waging now. A wry smile twisted(捻) his face. In all the years he had known her, watched her face off against truly menacing(恐吓) opponents- himself included- she had finally found a worthy(值得的) opponent(对手), one truly capable(能干的) of destroying her: herself. He realized he was, by now, standing in the doorway(门口), staring at her with a slight smile. He was somewhat surprised to see she'd honored his request and forgone the scarf, which now hung loosely around her neck, a sharp contrast(对比) to her white shirt. Her body language shifted(移动), as if sensing his presence(存在), and he cleared his throat, hoping-praying-she would remain unable to recognize his voice.
"It's alright(没问题的), Red. Don't hex me now, will you?" He spoke, breaking the silence that radiated anticipation(希望). Her shoulders relaxed slightly, but not fully.
"No promises," she replied, falling with strange ease into a familiar, comforting pattern. She tugged(用力拉) at the end of the ribbon(带), seeming frustrated. "This is ridiculous(可笑的)." Malfoy bit back a smile, unable to resist taking a few tentative(试验性的) steps forwards.
"Not ridiculous," he murmured(低声说) back. "Humor me, remember?" She smelled of caramel(焦糖) and spices(香料), mingling(混合) with a fresh, clean smell like rainwater(雨水) that was elusive(难懂的) and essentially Hermione. A stray(迷路的) lock of golden brown hair fell across her forehead, and he clenched(紧握的) a fist to avoid brushing it away. She beat him to it, scooping(捞球) the hair behind her ear in a familiar way he must have inadvertently(非故意地) seen her do at least a hundred times during their school years. She cleared her throat, breaking his spell somewhat.
"And what, may I ask, was so affronting(冒犯) about the Gryffindor scarf that made this necessary?" She asked, amusement masquerading(伪装) as indignation(愤慨) on her expression. The comment elicited(抽出) a rare laugh from him, so natural, done without thinking, so easy it surprised him.
"It was just so very typical(典型的) of you, Red. And you're anything but typical," he whispered. This, he thought, was surely penance(以苦行赎罪) for the years he'd thought she was exactly that. Boring. Uninteresting, unimportant. Her body language shifted(移动) closer towards him, and for one terrifying second he thought she was going to tug the red silk away, open her eyes.
"Take it off," she whispered. "I want to see. I want to know." Of course she did. Not knowing something was painful for her. But he knew that knowing, in the long run, would be a far more painful process, and he was loathe(讨厌) to cause her more pain than he already did, so he smoothly diverted(转移) her attention, knowing she'd see right through it, but deciding to do it anyway.
"It scares(煤中黄铁矿薄片) you, doesn't it? That you know, somewhere inside of yourself, that that would be a very bad idea. You know, Red, I think that somewhere inside of you, you already know who I am," he whispered, then pausing, adding an afterthought(事后的想法). "What I am. You just don't want to admit it just yet." Her breathing quickened(加快); they both knew he was right.
"W-what if I figure it out?" The words tumbled(摔倒) quickly out of her mouth, and she bit the corner of her lip. He tensed, knowing that it wasn't a question of if that she was talking about, and they both knew it. It was a question of when.
"Everything will change," his voice replied, then frowned(皱眉), trying to sound more light-hearted(轻松的). "What are names anyway, Red? What do they matter? What good do they do anybody?" There was no way she could have missed(感到思念的) the undertones(低音) of seriousness(严重性) in his voice, but she played along.

虽然它并不是一直都这样。红色的东西第一次有缺乏深度的意思，之后他们的谈话得以延续。他并没有总是产生这样的感觉——他没有花上七年的时间来思念她，而这只不过是因为她一直都在那儿。不，首先，他已经认识到了她和自己是势均力敌的。他是冰，她是火。他总是冷漠且不为所动，她总是多才多艺且散发着热量。他承担了残忍的力量多年持久、永存的压迫：她的战斗结果改变了它，她的坚持不懈，使得一天比一天更加明亮，就像一团火焰。只要有氧气，他若有所思地说，一团火焰的旺盛，和赫敏·格兰杰的所做所为是同样的。她从来没有停止为她的生存做斗争。首先，她学会了生存在一个全新的世界里，这个世界曾被被撕裂，之后这个世界又慢慢地被拼接起来。
但这些斗争相较于她现在所发动的战争而言，都没什么，没什么。他硬挤出一个苦笑来。在他了解她的所有年间，都是看着她给她的敌人带来真正的威胁——包括他自己，最终她找到了一个值得她尊敬的对手，一个真正能够摧毁她的人：她自己。 他意识到他现在正站在门口，看着她微微一笑。 他有点惊讶地看到她尊重了他的请求并放下了围巾，现在松散地挂在她脖子上，与之形成鲜明对比的是她的白衬衫。她的肢体语言已经改变，仿佛感应到了他的存在。他清了清嗓子，祈祷她将无法认出他的声音。
“好吧，Red。 现在不要对我施法，可以吗？”他打破沉默，声音中流露着希望。她的肩膀略微放松下来，但并没有完全放松。
“没有承诺，”她回答说，下降到一个熟悉与陌生的缓解，安慰模式。 她拽着结束的丝带，看似沮丧。 “这是荒谬的。“马尔福回咬了一个微笑,无法抵制采取一些试探性步骤向前。
“不可笑,”他低声回答说。 “顺应我，记得吗？”她闻到了焦糖和香料的混杂在一起,新鲜,干净的气味像雨水,是难以捉摸的,本质上 赫敏 。 一个流浪锁的金棕色的头发落在她的额头,他握紧拳头,以避免刷牙了。 她打了他,舀到耳朵后面的头发在一个熟悉的方式他一定无意中看到她做至少一百次在他们学校的年。 她清了清嗓子,把他的拼写有点。
那么我可以问,是如此的感到羞辱的格兰芬多,这有必要吗?围巾 ”她问,娱乐冒充她表达愤慨。 评论引发了罕见的笑从他,如此自然,不用想,所以容易令他惊讶不已。
“这是非常典型的你,红色的。 和你什么但典型,”他低声说。 这个, 他认为, 当然过去几年他会以为她就是如此。 无聊的。 无趣的,不重要的。 她的肢体语言转向更接近他,和一个