"Brother?" The girl furrowed her delicate brows slightly.
"No," the boy said awkwardly, sitting down.
A glimpse of pale, long hair flashed past, strange yet familiar, seeming to fill his entire summer.
In that instant, Draco's heart could not settle. She wasn't a Pure-blood. She was from the Potter family. She was a Gryffindor.
"Who do you love?" Hermione asked through her tears.
"Draco Malfoy." The pale-haired girl sighed and hugged Hermione tightly.
Draco's head spun even more, but the joy in his heart was about to overflow.
"I do." A soft child's voice, as if they were still nine years old.
He turned the girl's face toward him and kissed her.
The person hidden in the darkness was now weeping bitterly.
[Though I am a wandering spirit in this world
Though the world shifts and time repeats
The same people ensnare one another in different ways
For love, I will still stand with you
In the darkness, as if treading on thin ice
I will do anything to find the light
Thankfully, I have you
My friends]
(Before darkness descends, please let me hold on to a little more happiness.)
'In this bloodstained age, all that was beautiful eventually turned to nothing. The boys' world, too, crumbled apart bit by bit. Everyone who wanted to escape was eventually pulled into it, watching time become riddled with wounds.'
