【翻译】马尔福三部曲-第三部-Chpater 4（Part XII）后附原文
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圣诞舞会比酒吧大联欢开始得更早，所以在德拉科看来食物已经被吃过了，跳舞已经开始了。每一年的装饰都和上一年差不多：明亮的灯光，闪亮的蜡烛，一排排梨树上蹦跳着叽叽喳喳的灰色山鹑。包装着漂漂亮亮的饼干漂浮在离地面六英尺的上空（韦斯莱肯能会把自己的脸埋进去），每隔一阵子当学生取下一袋打开时，人们会听到一声爆炸的闷响，然后花瓣、甜点和玩具从天而降。
德拉科扫视着舞池，某种程度上违背了意志的控制，寻找着火红色的头发——他找到了查理，正在和辛尼斯塔教授跳舞，后者带着一种食肉动物般的表情。卢平坐在远远的长桌上，似乎很不自在地与斯内普进行着谈话。邓布利多正在全神贯注地与庞弗雷夫人交谈。德拉科的眼神瞟向了人群——大多数都是些他不认识的低年级学生——然后当一对对跳舞的人们随着音乐步入舞池时，他看到了他们。
他首先看到了金妮。她穿着绿色绸缎的裙子，使她看起来像一只苗条的花茎，红发就像茎上绽放的花朵。她的双肩裸露，皮肤白皙，烛光在她身上洒下点点金光。西莫，金发碧眼，身着深蓝长袍，正拉着她的手往舞池走去。金妮在摇头笑着。她看起来很开心，单纯的开心。而这一点出乎他意料地使他伤心。
他们两个人开始跳舞。德拉科回忆起上次和金妮跳舞，那时她的头发随着她敏捷的舞步飞扬，如一团烈火。所以德拉科一点也不惊讶西莫跟不上她的步伐——要跟上火焰的步伐确实不容易。她又一个旋转离开了西莫，而这一次他都没打算去跟随她；相反的是，他大笑着，把她拉回了自己怀中，双臂搂着她的腰，手掌接触到她背后服装V字型开口的底端。金妮对此毫无怨言，她举起双手搂着他的脖子。
德拉科别过了目光。他觉得自己像是窥视者，根本不应该出现在此。他默默地离开了跳舞的人群，走回大礼堂的前厅。他回忆起赫敏拉着他的手，邀请他去霍格莫德。可他也不想去，和赫敏、哈利还有罗恩四个人呆在一起并不舒服。那三个人自有默契，别人无法插入。他根本连试都不想试。他推开了双开大门，走出了大礼堂，没注意到金妮在西莫怀中转了个方向，看着他的离开。
他走下了正对着大礼堂的楼梯，转向朝东，来到了玫瑰花园。花园里没有人，静静地沐浴在星光下，草地里点缀着未融化的积雪。他走向一条狭窄的小路，路边装饰着彩灯。现在时间还早，还没有多情的恋人坐在玫瑰丛间。实际上，他孤身一人。在芳香扑鼻的玫瑰园里，洒满星屑的苍穹下，孤身一人。而他感觉到了……寂寞。这对他而言并不寻常。他从一个独立自持的孩子成长为了一个独立自持的年轻人。除自己外的其他人看起来都不太真实，像是没亮灯的舞台上被人操纵的木偶。直到这一年之前，他从没有过自己可能需要他人的念头。意识到这个世界上还有其他人跟自己的存在一样真实这件事，现在还是有时会让他感到震·惊。更奇怪的是，他怀疑那些人会变得比自己更加真实。哈利、赫敏，和金妮，他们似乎散发着共同的光彩，分享着共同的灵魂，而他无法成为其中一部分，也无法明白。
他闭上眼，似乎又看见了金妮在舞池中与西莫起舞。她那么快乐，而他从来没有是她那样快乐过。也许，说到底，他还是做对了一件事。直到他的鞋子踢到什么，他才注意到自己的游离状态——他已经走离小径，来到了一个石头装饰花园。他转身回到小径上，但那儿已经不是空无一人了。一个人站在那儿，一个裸露着肩膀、穿着绿色绸缎长裙的人，瀑布般的红色长发顺着两颊垂下。这个人专注这看着他，一如刚才他专注地看着她一样。
“金妮。”他说。
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Draco stood at the castle's front door and watched the seventh-years
leaving, until the grounds were empty and he could once again hear the
wind. Then he turned, and went back inside. There was a certain lonely
gloom to the entrance hall once all the students were gone, despite the
festive decorations. The only person there was Pansy Parkinson, clutching
a large red-ribboned green gift box. She glared when she saw Draco, and
disappeared down the stairs that led to the Slytherin dungeon, her booted
feet crunching on the discarded bits of tinsel and confetti that littered the
floor.
Draco looked after her, shrugged, and headed towards the double doors
in the far wall. They swung open to let him through, and he walked into
the Great Hall at last.
The Yule Ball started before the Pub Crawl did, so it looked to Draco as if
the meal had already been eaten, and the dancing had begun. Each year
the decorations were much like the year before: glowing lights, glittering
taper candles, rows of pear trees in whose branches chirping partridges
fluttered their pale wings. Brightly wrapped crackers floated about six feet
off the ground (Weasley would have banged his head into one, Draco
thought) and every once in a while there was a muffled, fiery explosion
when a student picked one out of the air and pulled it apart, filling the air
with flower petals, tiny sweets, or a shower of toys.
Draco glanced over at the dance floor, looking, somewhat against his will,
for flame-red hair. - and there was Charlie, dancing with Professor
Sinistra, who had a very predatory look on her face. Lupin was over by
the High Table, making what looked like uncomfortable conversation with
Snape. Dumbledore was deep in conversation with Madam Pomfrey.
Draco's gaze flicked over the crowd, mostly composed of younger
students he didn't recognize, and then the dancers parted like water and
there they were.
He saw Ginny first. Her green satin dress made her look like a slender
flower stem, crowned with petals of fiery hair. Her slim shoulders were
bared above the dress, her skin very white, dappled with gold where the
candlelight touched it. Seamus, blond and handsome in dark blue robes,
had her by the hands and was drawing her towards the dance floor; Ginny
was laughing and shaking her head. She looked happy: uncomplicatedly
so. It made him sad in a way he had not expected.
The two of them began to dance. Draco recalled dancing with Ginny. She
danced the way she looked with her bright hair floating around her: like
fire, bright and darting. He saw Seamus stumble, following her. He was
briefly and ungenerously amused. Not that he was surprised that Seamus
could not keep pace with her. It would be hard to keep pace with fire. She
spun away from Seamus again, and this time he didn't even try to follow
her; instead, laughing, he pulled her back towards him, and put his arms
around her. His hands met at the small of her back, where her dress
dipped into a V, his fingers white against the green satin. Ginny moved
uncomplainingly into the circle of his embrace, sliding her hands up to
lock around his neck.
Draco turned away. He felt voyeuristic, watching, and desperately out of
place. Silently, he turned away from the dancing throng and headed back
to the entryway. He recalled Hermione catching at his hands with her
own, and entreating him to come along to Hogsmeade. He didn't want to
do that either, though. It was not enjoyable being with Hermione, Ron and
Harry all together. They created a locked circle that no outsider could
penetrate. Nor did he even want to try. He pushed the double doors open
and went through them, unaware that Ginny had turned within the circle
of Seamus' arms to watch him go.
He went down the front stairs of the castle and headed east, towards the
rose garden. It was empty and lovely under the stars, the ground dusted
with a light sugar coating of snow. He made his way down the narrow
path between two bushes strung with colored lights. It was early yet, and
no amorous couples had yet taken up residence in the rose bushes. In
fact, he was alone. Alone in a garden scented heavily with roses and
woodsmoke, under a sky dusted with glassy shards of stars. And he
felt...lonely. This was not usual for him. He had grown up from a selfcontained
child into a self-contained young man. Other people had always
seemed not quite real, puppets being moved across a darkened stage. It
had never really occurred to him until this year that he might need
anybody else, or want to. That there were other people in the world as
real and alive as himself still struck him sometimes as something
shocking. Even stranger was that he now suspected they might be more
real and alive than he was. Harry, Hermione, Ginny, they seemed to
radiate a bright shared spirit that he was no part of and that he did not
truly understand.
He saw Ginny again against the backs of his eyelids, dancing across the
ballroom floor with Seamus. She had seemed so happy. He had never
made her happy like that. Perhaps, after all, he had done the right thing.
It wasn't until his shoe struck against something hard that he realized that
in his distracted state, he had wandered off the path and into the
ornamental rock garden. He turned to go back to the path, but it was no
lo