【哈德】针脚和接缝（[hard] pins and seams）

【哈德】针脚和接缝（[hard] pins and seams） 【哈德】针脚和接缝([hard] pins and seams) [HP/DM] pins and seams (END) HP, interpreter 2006-5-23 21:56 Title: stitches and seams Author: Lindsay_Potter Pairings: Harry/Draco Summary: Harry Potter Draco Malfoy how to help strengthen the cat out!!! (to borrow Yest Pro summary, is really on the ah ^ ^) ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, It's one of those feelings that can't be explained. When the seams on one of your clothes tear apart, but you can't find out who or what caused it. You're thinking about what just happened. You've never seen a sign. This morning, when you pick your shirt, it's clean, free of wrinkles, and the seams are intact. They don't scatter, and if you pull a line from both sides, nothing will move. The line will stand in its resistance, as if to say 'ha'! I'll be right here. You can't do anything about it! 'you will reply,' that's great, because if you really want to go somewhere, my clothes will fall apart. So where else can I go? I'll be in the crowd, naked, for everyone to see. 'then you'll keep on dressing, going out, starting your day with a new posture and good seams. A few months ago, the day I started, I never saw it start to spread out. I felt something pulling me from the inside, tearing and wanting to come out, but I didn't know what it was, so I ignored it. I pushed it down into the lower area of my mind...... And forget about it. Though I did not remember it, it still jerked me against the rope. Once on our way to Hogsmeade, Hermione saw a hole in my cloak. "She'll mend it in a heartbeat," she said, pulling out her wand. But I didn't want to stop, so I pushed her aside and told her we would fix it later. She 'Gee' but agree with the weather is very cold, and she is looking forward to some butter beer to warm her insides. We forgot about it. A few months later, the hole became impossible to repair. I pushed that hole out of my mind, and the line broke off one by one until the last hole became so huge that it could no longer be hidden or worn. I should have remembered the lesson, but I didn't have it. Actually I can't find the exact moment it began to split in time, but the first time I remember what things did happen, is that lingers in my mind most of the time. Maybe it's the polished, spiritual change, the broken heart, the seam tear. It is the end of September or early October. It probably doesn't matter. It was autumn and the weather was cold. I soon discovered that seventh years, and becoming the number one list of Voldemort's most wanted to kill ten people, was not easy to do. With only a few weeks to go into the semester, the professors are ready to pile up their homework, and it's not a strange sight to see a grade seven student walking around with more books than Hermione has for third years. This day makes no difference to me. I was walking out of the library, with piles of books in my schoolbag and arms. I still hate to think about it, because as a seeker, I should be more balanced. But I did lose balance. I dropped my book in the crash and got a suit of armor that made it shake dangerously with my body. The knight screamed in anger as it was rocked back and forth by my wobbly body, and I knew we were all falling. However, I felt a pair of hands covered in my hands on the waist of the knight, and the warm hands made us all settle down. When we stopped, I leaned my head on the knight and sighed with relief. Warm from my hand, I could feel the man staring at me, but I was too busy to calm the labored breath and listen to my pounding heart. When my heart stopped beating violently in my chest, I looked up and I was surprised at the people I saw. What surprised me more was the look on his face. It was a warm, soft teasing smile, not the usual malice. If I smile, he will laugh with me. I know I'm in a daze, but I can't believe the man standing in front of me doesn't laugh at me, or, more importantly, I can't believe he just saved me from a disastrous fall. "You're in a daze," he said. I felt my nod in agreement, not even denying it. "Well, you have a lot of books to pick up.". You'd better start. "Then he walked away with a smug smile. As I thought, I remembered that my heart began beating violently again that afternoon, from the first sentence he said to me...... You're in a daze. When the pin out on your clothes, your first reaction is to feel embarrassed, because of you than you intend to reveal more of your own. After my knight's event, I confirmed that all my clothes were not in danger of tearing. Once I heard Mrs. Weasley say that the first loose stitches were always the easiest to mend. But if there are more releases, sometimes, when you patch it again, it doesn't look the same. You always have to grab the first loose line, if you want your clothes to look normal. The problem is...... You must know how to patch the first pin. I wonder if it would be a good thing or a bad thing if I didn't see him again the next week. I saw him in two potions sessions. Ron and I are making the difficult potions we ordered for the class that day. We needed Jobberknoll's feathers, so I went to the student locker and found him there looking for the same thing. (Note: JobberKnoll, a blue, with a little bird. Native to northern Europe and America, its magical plumage is used in the true sense and memory potions. Unlike most birds do, jobberknoll is quiet, until the last moment of life, every call issued by it, are in life have never heard a sound, like a disc backwards upside down a tape reversing time voice). As I walked in, he turned and smiled proudly. "Potter," he said. "Looking for the feathers of Jobberknoll?" " I told him I was looking for him, and he smiled again. "I think Professor Snape is out.". Let's get out of here. This place makes me sick. " I think it's funny. Our best potions student of the year is sick of mysterious objects and ingredients in the closet. Take me out before he saw Brown objects quite a suspicious look. And then again, I didn't blame him. When we came back into the classroom, he told professor Snape that we needed feathers. What surprised me and Ron was that the professor told him to go with me to find Hagrid. As we walked shoulder to shoulder together to Hagrid's shack, I was uncomfortably moved and rearranged my clothes. I was wearing a few yards of clothes, but I still felt naked when I was near him. He smiled at me as we approached the hut in Hagrid. "We had ants on our feet today, didn't we, Potter? " He poked me in the ribs with his finger. To my great uneasiness, I made a sharp laugh, which sounded strangely like a mental illness and shot his hand. When I realized what I had just done, I stopped in a daze. I can't tell if it's a poke, a dirty poke, or a poke at flirting. He raised his head and laughed. "You! "He cried proudly. I stared with eyes wide as he raised me like a Muggle posing as a monster. It took me only a second to realize I needed to run...... So I turned around and ran away, as fast as I could, and we were going in the opposite direction. Only when I reached the lake, I realized I was laughing, like a child chased by an elderly compatriot. I just know he's not my brother. It's strange that I'm running away and think he's my brother. I guess I want him not just to catch me, but I want him to touch me. As I paused, he ran so fast that he could not stop and held me around the waist. We turned the muddy ground, curled up in a huge ball rolled down an embankment, a road with a smile. He stopped on top of me when we stopped...... But our adventure didn't end there. He began to tickle me with everything he had, and I never stopped from happening and put my head on the muddy ground and laughed. I asked for mercy; I called uncle. I wish he'd stop tickling me. But I don't want him to stop touching me, and I find that when I gaze into his silver eyes, I also want to touch him. As I raised a trembling hand toward his cheek, I heard the deafening tearing of my first pin. I pulled back my hand before touching, and pushed his body away from me. I stood up, shook the mud off my hair, and told him we still had lessons. "The class was over five minutes ago, Potter," he replied calmly as he stood up. I opened my mouth to say something, but nothing was said, so I turned and walked away. When Ron and Hermione asked me what happened and why I was covered with dirt, the only explanation I could offer was that he pushed me down the slope. Ron made a noise from his throat, and I hurried to tell him that I had pushed him down the slope. He was as dirty as I was. When I said that, I looked down at my chest and wondered where the joint was, How on earth should I fix it?. The solution is so simple, I'm surprised I didn't think of it before...... Ginny. I invited Ginny to go to the Hogsmeade weekend party in a few weeks, and hopefully, if she was next to me, the spread of the stitches would not be visible. What I don't know is that when you try to patch it up, you need to know what kind of problem you're fixing. Because of my uncertainty, I began to sew in the dark, in the process, stinging my fingers and bleeding. I spent the whole two months with Ginny. Wherever I went, Ginny was with me, and her arms proudly passed me. No matter where I go, I looked very happy, smiling face. Inside, however, I can feel that something is slowly dying. At first I thought it was probably because of the loose stitches. I think I might be like a food that's prone to decay. My problem is probably the small hole that lets air in...... But I don't know what the reason is. I know that hole will be what saves me from decay. How do people sew a hole when they can't find it? It's a problem that bothers me, and it's tearing me apart from the inside. I and Ginny a few days after two months of commemoration, she learned about more than necessary things, because I was in the outdoor flight after curfew professor McGonagall sentenced to detention punishment. I'll clean her classroom and bend all the pins back to their original shape as they did in the first year's exercise. To my great surprise, when I walked in, he had done some extra deformation work in the classroom. He did not greet me, and I returned the same courtesy to him. McGonagall let me get started and ask me to do my work while she's staying in her office. I began to clean the room, but after a quarter of an hour, I sensed the sight he had left behind me. "Can I help you?" "I didn't turn around and asked. "Yes, in fact. I know your transfiguration class is pretty good...... I was wondering if you could show me this step. I'm rotten to this point. " "Me."...... Well, I was in the detention punishment. " "I see it.". But I don't think McGonagall would mind if you take a break and give me a little instruction in this class. " I hesitated for a moment, then dropped the clean rag and sat down beside him. When I tried to figure out what class he was taking, I moved in a nervous manner. But it seems that once he gets all my attention, he doesn't have any learning meaning. He was staring at me at. "So........ How was it with Weaslette? " "Well, yes - no problem. " "Just no problem." You must be cheating on me. It must be better than that. Every time I see you, she's on your arm and laughs like a baboon, except for class and just now. " Shut up! How dare you make fun of Ginny?! " "Oh!"...... Is little Potty in love? " I blushed and felt as if I had shivered more than I had in his furious glare. "Me."...... Me...... No I didn't fall in love with her. She's just my friend. " I was even surprised by the frankness I answered, and his face was clearly visible, and he did not expect that response. "But... But........ She's your girlfriend, Potter. Talking about her is not a very good thing. " "I know, but........ I don't know why. I even invited her to go to Hogsmeade. I never liked her more than a sister. "I shook my head and was upset with myself for sharing so much with my enemies. "Go on," he urged me. "I'm not telling anyone. By my troth。 " "That's hard to explain. I don't know much about myself. " "Then maybe I will and can explain it.". Tell me。 " "Me."...... EH?...... That's strange. I just felt as if something was tearing inside me and wanted to come out. I felt as if my clothes were cracking, one by one at the seams, and I didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing. Every time I'm with her, I know I shouldn't and anything else...... People make me happier, but I don't know what it is. All I know is that whatever threatens to come out of me...... I need to hide it. I can hide it...... I know I can. I just need to find the problem. " We sat silent together for a few minutes, and I could feel his gaze in my head, but I refused to contact him. He was slowly approaching me, his body heat mixed with mine, creating friction in the air. It's like our magic is mixing, and I can't stop breathing becoming more and more difficult, as if I just ran all the stairs of Hogwarts. Something is pulling the seam off my rib...... The line is letting go. I know a seam will tear. I want it to stop. No matter what it is, I must press it down. I don't know if it hurts anyone. "I think I know what it is," he whispered suddenly. His breath made my ears hot, and I could not control my trembling. "You realize something about yourself that you think is unnatural. You are attracted to someone you tell yourself that you shouldn't be attracted to. But you're attracted, that's what makes your seams tear. Just let me tell you, Harry, everyone's seams will tear at some point in their lives. You think when I find myself attracted to you?...... When I find out I'm gay, I don't have to call my Seamstress I know what it is, to figure out something that changes life, Harry. But you have no way to hide it. You are you, you can't hide it for anyone. You'll just grow into a depressed man and have a wife you don't love. And that wife will be one of the greatest people you've ever known, and you'll know that she deserves more than you can give her. You will also know that it is entirely your responsibility to control her from what she should have. I'm not trying to make you feel guilty, Harry. I am telling you the most sincere truth of merlin. You don't know how lucky you are. I had to figure it out alone...... I admit, I've never been married before, But you know my point of view. At least I want you to do it...... I want you to loosen those seams, too. " When he lifts my chin and turns my head toward him, I can feel my own quiver. He was smiling at me, and I could feel the truth in those words. I was attracted by Draco Malfoy. With this awareness, many seams ripped along my ribs, and I winced. He did not seem to notice him; he inclined his head towards me and kissed my lips gently. I left before he kissed more. "I can't," just as McGonagall came in, I whispered and forced to leave. She fixed her eyes on us carefully, but when he spoke, she said nothing. "Thanks for your homework, Potter," he said flatly, picking up his books and leaving the classroom in a hurry. She and I stared at the door a moment later, and she turned to me. "Go back to work, Potter.". You have a lot of cleaning in front of you. A class of the fourth grade in their animal form any of a baby elephant, a pile of manure left it in front of my desk on the floor, leaving a beach constantly stench of stains. " "I'm very grateful to you for leaving it to me," I said sarcastically. My words surprised all two of us, but when she turned away to write the blackboard for tomorrow's lesson, I saw the tiny smile on her lips. After a week of detention punishment, I broke up with Ginny. Ron is very angry with me, but I can honestly say that I don't want to corrupt myself anymore. Hermione was skeptical, but always an observer. She looked at me just to find out from my wrong doings. What's wrong with me?. For weeks I had been thinking about what he had said to me, and the more I thought, the more I understood that the words were true. I can't go on denying it to myself, but I'm panicking. I can't open to everyone I'm gay, so when I wear clothes every morning, I confirm my joint is picked up exactly, my mask tightly area is good, because I don't want to have any omissions. Wherever I went, his eyes followed me. As he looked at me, my new stitches would come loose and I had to check myself again. When he passes me in the lobby, in the classroom, or anywhere near us, he touches me lightly, or pretends to threaten me to breathe out of my ear. I don't think he knows how much he actually intimidated me. I'm going to be alone next time and we're going to be petrified. The tension of my rope reached the breaking point in mid january. I want to do something...... But what I want to do is forbidden. It was sunny outdoors that day, but the air was piercing and stinging cold. Gryffindor and Slytherin are for the cold day in Hagrid's shack outside the care of magical creatures wrapped up. When they arrived, however, they found Hagrid moving toward a roaring fire, sneezing in a shirt sized handkerchief. "Hey! Just think I'm burning... O... A very good fire. I'm too weak... Sneeze... Class is not available now. "(the" atishoo "we understand it, Khan......) About 1.5 hours before the next meal sat in front of the fire of the attractive scene, I hastily sat on logs, Ron and Hermione sit at my right hand. We grab a stick and spike the jam made by Hagrid for us. I baked in my time, I feel that there are people who sat next to me on. I do not need to see him, because when all of us see us together, their breath is floating in the air. I took a deep breath as I felt the seam loosened. I pray that time goes by rapidly because I'm not so sure I can get them together for too long. "Did you ever think about what I said, Potter?" "He whispered in my ear. I shivered, for his warm breath lit my cold ears. His body was leaning towards me as if trying to make me fall into his arms. But I won't fall for any of his tricks. I want to be as far away from him as possible. I did not answer, and I could feel his anger beginning to spread. I turned to look at him, and I knew he could see the fear in my eyes, for his silver eyes softened, and he reached out a hand and pushed my bangs back. "Don't panic, Harry," he whispered. "Everything will be all right.". " I shook my head. "I can't," I whispered again to him, and closer to Ron, who was busy trying to remove jam jelly from Hermione's nose without noticing anything. But Hermione took her eyes over Ron's shoulder and pointed at us. She looked away as I looked past. At the end of the lesson, I followed my friends into the castle, but my progress was stopped by a warm hand on my shoulder. I got nervous and knew exactly who it was. "I can't," I said without turning, louder. Ron and Hermione stop, turn around and see. When Ron saw who had taken control of me, his face twisted into a rage. Draco ignores the two of them and walks around me so that he can look at me. He studied my face for a long time, then smiled softly. "If you want to keep hiding," he whispered in my ear, "you'd better hire a very fine seamstress.". "I don't know if I really understand him," I said, looking steadily over his shoulder, looking at Ron and Hermione, staring back at me. But he pulled me back and held my chin in his hand. I licked my lips nervously and wondered what would happen next. With his next move, I heard a seam tear. He smiled...... And I smile back. "I hope you can afford it," he said, bending over and catching me with his lips. I feel the cheek red, I think it is because of embarrassment, but I feel more and more confident than. I could feel his warm lips moving above me, his tongue sweeping over my lower lip, and I could feel myself yielding to his soft touch. At that moment, I allowed myself to wind up with him, my heart, my body, and my soul as he circled me to him. I remember having his fingers tangled in his surprisingly soft blond hair, and I longed for his mouth. I remember his hand coming back and forth stroking my back. The last thing I remember clearly is that he slowly and reluctantly pushed aside and smiled at me. Don't worry about the price, Harry. If you like, I'll give you my seamstress. She works very well. "He smiled again, then turned around and tried to get together and look at the crowd we were together at the moment. My pin joints spread out; I was fall apart, naked, and everyone can see than I ever going to let them see more of me. As I watched him walk away, I remembered to tell him to forget the seamstress. I'd rather stitch my own clothes together. They may be a bit crooked for people, but in my opinion...... My stitches and seams are perfect. END Free Talk: The author wrote this article very well, using a lot of symbolism and psychological description, the full text echoes before and after, see the final realization. Because E tend to literal translation, so it looks like some arcane, review ING The other is the author, because of love, impulsively started another lengthy masterpiece, the translation of the author and then found a really long ah, tears...... I wish I could carry on......