[HP] Dali's Bread

For the two of them, afterward is always a time to quarrel.

Because Dali always had a resentful expression, looking pitiful.Especially when she was still wearing his big robe, her aggrieved face showed that she was really ravaged/ravaged.

Draco probably understood that she would not refuse him, so he started to be unscrupulous and intensified, and even his words became even more hateful.

"Aren't you feeling well? You're too good at acting, Dursley, and you're tall—don't go, where are you going?! Don't go! Get dressed before you go!"

He chased after her, and blocked her way with one hand against the wall, "I haven't showered yet, so I have to clean myself..."

"Yeah, you're still very personable." Dali rolled her eyes, and poked a finger on his chest, touching the cotton shirt fabric, "You're well dressed, Mr. Draco."

There was only a second of silence, and Draco understood, his tone was flattering, she couldn't be simpler, sometimes Dali would let him knead like a piece of dough when he said something nice Pinch away.

Some girls have fantasies about that, and she is no exception.Her hobbies and hobbies have always been very common, even a little out of the crowd.But Draco was always different from what she thought, and sometimes he did it a little...too much.

"Let's take a bath together, let's go." He whispered softly, holding her hand and leading him in his direction, "Okay, let's go."

The aroma of the bubble bath mixed with hot water overwhelmed the others, and some green berries and some small bruises were left on her body under the robe, which meant that some things were done with a little too much force.

She builds a pink bubble the size of a football and pops it with delight.Draco looked at her blonde hair that was wet by hot water, and the reflection of the microwave on the water surface gave her a different kind of sparkle, just like the painting hanging here became a reality, but this Just a mermaid that belonged to him.

He has a lot of pride that cannot be let go, but love originated from a dangerous metaphor, and he must admit that he is unlucky.

So he stretched out his hand to burst the three layers of bubbles she piled up, and pulled her into his arms before her angry expression climbed onto her face, and met her sincerely.

He cupped her cheeks and kissed them passionately, more fire burning as skin-to-skin contact.

"Dally, my girl...I'll be gentle this time."

She also rarely observes him frankly. There are some small and large scars on his strong chest, which she guesses are the marks left by Shen Feng Wuying last year.She opened her arms around his thickened shoulders, and involuntarily responded to him——

"Neville, are you in there?"

The strange male voice disturbed the secret garden of the two, and Dali shrank into the water with a bang, only half of her head was exposed.Draco turned around to completely block her figure, his hands clasped tightly on the marble floor, the veins on the back of his hands popping out.

"Ernie MacMillan!"

The brown-haired boy scratched his head in embarrassment, and said embarrassedly: "Someone is here, I'm looking for Neville, the Carrow brothers and sisters have been chasing him for a whole day, we are all under surveillance, and we can only sneak out at night... ..”

"You don't have to tell me so much, McMillan." If Dali hadn't been hiding behind him, he might have drawn out his wand to fight him.

"Oh, I heard Luna say that you seem to support Harry Potter. I'm going to say too much at once. Let me confirm. Do you support Harry?"

"roll."

"Don't be so fierce, we are all men, it's nothing to see. If you see Neville, please tell him that there is Amycus on the third floor, and he still wants to catch him."

Draco was about to burst into a series of obscenities when Dali raised her hand and touched his back lightly, causing imperceptible ripples.

"Longbottom's Room of Requirement on the eighth floor." He felt the touch and said dryly.

"Did you see that? Great, so you really support Harry, right?"

"--roll!!!"

Ernie didn't know why Draco was so angry, he couldn't be honest with the man who simply classified him as a Slytherin.He didn't notice that there was another set of clothes on the floor, but he just shrugged and walked away quickly to look for Neville.

"He didn't see me, did he?" Dali's remaining torso resurfaced, and she asked cautiously: "Hufflepuff gossip spreads quickly, and their imagination is very rich." She sighed again A few words of "God" and a shiver.

"If I saw him, I wouldn't be so moaning."

Dali let out a depressed sigh, bent down and rested her head on her folded arms, "But if he really sees it, I'll go and cast him the Bat Spirit Curse, and my spell is very well passed down by Ginny. .”

"Ha, shall we continue then?" Draco had no time to say anything else now.

"Go on." Dali replied with a smile.

"Oh, by the way, Malfoy, don't take a bath too late, I don't know why you came here to take a bath in the middle of the night--it's best not to take a bath now, come out quickly, and I will take you when Neville comes out, I You must know far more than you do!" Ernie came back again, and what happened just now was repeated as if going back in time.

Draco started a series of swear words to Ernie, which deeply let the McMillan family know the excellent qualities of the Malfoy family. Leave a sentence that you really slipped away without knowing what to do.

Dali patted her chest, she felt that if she had to do something again, it would be too much for her body or her heart.

It seems that Draco is not so excited anymore, no, I can't say that, he is afraid that when they are going on, Ernie will come in with Neville and say to them, thank you Malfoy, we are gone go back early!

In the colorful mist, he transformed his woolen vest into a bath towel, wrapped her in it, and waved complicated quick-drying spells up and down the ends of her hair.

"No, don't use this. You have permed my hair very well. I don't like this kind of curl." Dali twisted a strand of blond hair and muttered, "I take good care of my hair, please Don't ruin it with this powerful quick-drying spell."

"It's too much to ask, am I just learning beauty spells?" He just walked away.

"This princess has always been like this." She spoke boldly without any restraint, and made a gesture of stroking her long hair with both hands in contrast to the mermaid portrait.

"You weren't so stubborn when you were crying under/under me before." Draco smiled mockingly, but he was thinking in his heart that he actually learned something well.

"Shut up, Draco!"

It was a jolly evening, a temporary relief from the gloom.

After a few days, Aberforth and DA began to communicate closely. The small room has completely changed. As more DA members joined, it expanded with more and more hammocks and decorations. —the walls are covered with bright tapestries of all kinds, with the golden lion of Gryffindor standing out against a bright red background, the black badger of Hufflepuff on yellow, and the The bronze eagle of Winclaw was set against the blue, but the silver and green of Slytherin were missing.This makes it look like a very elegant tree house, or like the cabin of a large ship.

Whenever Draco walked into the Room of Requirement, they watched him walk down the tunnel that led to the Hog's Head with a scrutinizing look.Dali guessed that they must have discussed in private the question of "whether Draco is a follower of the Carlo brothers and sisters", probably because of the fate of Neville and Dali's meal, Neville reluctantly classified him as No menace.

"Now I'm going to Godric's Hollow and send a bouquet of flowers to the poor mother every year." Aberforth packed a bunch of food and handed it to Draco, "So you will deliver food to them today .”

"Why me?!" Draco wanted to throw the package out, did he look like a house-elf? !

"It's only you, you're going to follow, aren't you?"

"What about her? Let her go." Draco pointed at Dali.

"I want to go to Godric's Hollow with Aberforth!" Dali immediately refused, waving her hands and saying, "We have already agreed."

"You won't tell me?" Draco was furious, "What do you think is what? Do you really think you are from the Dumbledore family?"

"Whatever, I don't want to stay in school anyway."

"You think I'll do it, don't you? Come on, Dursley, can you open your mind and think about it? Can you communicate with me in advance?"

"Because I think you definitely don't want to go." Dali pressed her thumb against her chin. "If it were you, you would definitely say, 'What am I going to do there? Isn't there enough things? I don't like to meddle in my own business!' "

It seems that it is indeed something he can say, but——

"No, I have to follow you when you go, who knows where you are going and when you will come back in the end, and I don't believe this—" Seeing Aberforth's tall and fierce appearance, he always wanted to marry him Albus equated it, after all, the communication with the former principal made him really not so happy.So he swallowed the "I don't believe this dirty old man" back into his stomach.

In the end, it was Dali who followed Draco. She first sent the necessary supplies to the members hiding in the Room of Requirement, and the three of them disembarked and headed to Godric's Hollow together.

As the weather turned cooler, with the icy wind of Godric's Hollow slapping their cheeks, they walked to the small square of the village.In the center of the square is a war monument-like building, half hidden behind wind-blown pine trees, surrounded by colored lights.There are a few shops, a post office, a bar, and a chapel, with jeweled radiance across the square of stained glass.Villagers criss-crossed in front of them, briefly illuminated by street lamps.Snatches of laughter and pop music sound as the doors open and close in the pub. It's a village where wizards and Muggles coexist.

When Aberforth led them past the monument and led to the cemetery behind the church, the monument changed unexpectedly—it was no longer an obelisk full of names, but became a statue of three people : A man with disheveled hair and glasses, a beautiful and kind woman with long hair, and a baby boy sitting in his mother's arms.

"This is the Potters and Harry Potter, but without the famous scar on their heads." Aberforth explained to Dali who was watching curiously.

"Oh, the monument is still erected, it's really great." Draco muttered in a strange way, pulling aside Dali, whose eyes were about to flash, and said, "Stop looking here, Dursley."

Behind the church, rows of tombstones stand on a light blue silver carpet, dotted with dazzling red, gold and green lights, which are the reflections of stained glass on the snow.

Dumbledore's tombstone was dark, and a thin layer of frost formed in this weather.

Candra Dumbledore is engraved on the moss-spattered granite, with her daughter Ariana beneath her birth and death dates.There is another adage:

Where the treasure is, so is the heart.

Silently, Aberforth drew out his wand, made several circles in the air, and several purple hyacinths appeared out of nowhere, forming a simple garland and flying over the tombstone.

"Look at that."

Aberforth pointed in a direction, and their eyes followed him.

The tombstone, just two rows away from Candela and Ariana's, was white marble and the writing was easier to read because it seemed to glow in the dark.

Dali recalled that she had also followed Petunia to this Godric's Hollow, and it was here that she felt the first magic riot, but now that she had a wand, she took out her quilt The young self cast the permanent sticking spell and couldn't get the magic wand of those rhinestones out, and re-dedicated a flower to the tombstone.

Her name is also engraved on the tombstone, Lily, the pure lily.

She is the woman who defeated death, but unfortunately, this cannot conceal the reality. After more than ten years, the husband and wife under the tombstone may only leave bones.

But it shines a light on the way others are going and keeps our hearts still beating for their bravery.

"Who are you?" Draco noticed the strange intruder, and he raised his wand unabashedly.

A tightly-wrapped figure came in through the narrow door at the entrance of the churchyard, a black silhouette reflected by the lights of the square in the distance.It's hard to judge, but it should be a woman.She walked very slowly and strangely, twisting and turning, perhaps because she was afraid of slipping on the ground.The stooped body, bloated figure, and shambling steps all gave the impression of being very old.

She stopped a few meters away, standing just like that on the dark path.

"Bathilda?" Aberforth said in a puzzled tone, and he was also thinking about why she suddenly appeared in such a weird way in front of the cemetery.

There was a rancid smell.

The author has something to say:

Dali: I'm a princess!

Draco: Then what do you think of me?Tool man?