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覺(jué)得這個(gè)片斷非常的憂(yōu)傷，但是不可思議的靜默帶來(lái)了美感，凍結(jié)的壓抑讓人覺(jué)得很冷，盡管他們互相擁抱。
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這個(gè)是原文，可以參照著看，但是在下翻譯水準(zhǔn)有限……汗，覺(jué)得有些地方翻譯得不太對(duì)，又一時(shí)查不到應(yīng)該怎么解釋?zhuān)詫⒕鸵稽c(diǎn)，把自己的理解的寫(xiě)上好了。汗汗，雖然不負(fù)責(zé)任，也只能如此了。
Snow at Night
- by Sinope -
Dusk comes early in the winter, and her lips upon him feel like snow at night. Snape feels them melting over his body, cool and cleansing and bright like starlight. Her fingers tremble as she pinches out the candles, and her tears moisten their kiss, but he doesn't know how to ask Hermione why she's crying.
Snape wonders whether this is what redemption feels like.
They make love as they often do, stickily and awkwardly, but Hermione returns to her rooms afterward, in case the children need their Head of House. "I'll see you tomorrow," she says as she leaves, their ritual familiar and careful; if she didn't say the words, Snape doesn't think he could ask.
In the stillness in Hermione's wake, Snape tastes a long strand of her hair tangled around his tongue. He draws it from his mouth and holds it before his dark-adjusted eyes: soft, golden-brown, gently curled, lavender-scented. Infinitely far from lanky, greasy, lifeless black.
"Incendio," he says, and Hermione's presence becomes a puff of whitish smoke.
Dusk comes early in the winter, and the charmed dungeon walls never fully repel the north wind. Snape buries himself in scratchy woolen blankets and sleeps without dreaming.
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