[HP] Dali's Bread

She had a very miserable summer vacation, and neither she nor Harry seemed willing to mention Cedric, but in the middle of the night, Dali could always hear Harry calling his name in surprise from Harry's room.

But now, she looked at the big owl in front of her, lost in thought.It was an owl from the Malfoy Manor, and it did look like its owner, it liked to stay high and look down on her.

Dali sometimes really finds owl communication troublesome.

Wouldn't it be a phone call?Forget, the noble Malfoys despise Muggles and everything Muggles.

Well, they also have magic tricks, such as finding the recipient of the letter even when it is not addressed.

As expected, his family's shiny family crest was printed on the letter paper. Draco's handwriting was neat and neat, but he didn't write much. The general translation in vernacular is——

You come to play with me?You can get there with Floo powder, just like last summer.

Whoever loves to go, Dali doesn't want to go to his family's dilapidated house again.

Simply do not return.

Two days later, the owl of Draco's family flew over majesticly again, and brought a big package.Let’s translate again this time——

Why don't you reply?If you don't have money to buy Floo powder, I can buy it for you!

That package probably contained Floo powder.

I wanted to continue not to reply, but the owl in his family refused to leave as if I would not go back if you didn't reply. Vernon didn't like owls, and Dali had black lines all over her head, so she had to write back.

Don't go.

Two days later, Draco's letters continued to arrive.

Why are you like this?I won't let others come if they want to come - well, I can go to you if I can't.

Besides, she didn't want him and Harry fighting again at her house.

She replied: My fireplace is closed.

Then, as if the pause button had been pressed, she remained motionless for a few minutes as an impulse ran amok in her mind, and the tip of her quill stained a piece of paper with a giant drop of ink.Immediately, she scribbled down: I want to go to the beach, so I will go to Boscono, I will leave in four days, I guess I will arrive at [-] o'clock in the afternoon, and I will wait for you at the motel (only that one).Note this will be a Muggle territory.You love to come or not.

When will wizards have more convenient communication!A 2-minute conversation at school actually lasted a week at home.

She asked her parents for some money, saying that she was going to play at Luna's house, and they would not be too suspicious.After thinking about it again, she still asked for a few sets of Harry's clothes.

"It's dangerous out there now."

"Just looking for friends."

"Then you want men's clothes?"

"It's not that girls can't wear it."

As a result, when she got to the door of the motel and waited for over an hour, Draco didn't even see him.

Ha, she really thinks highly of herself.

Forget it, this is also a matter of common sense.It would be crazy if Draco came.

When Dali went to the beach for a while, walked back slowly with a coconut in her hand, and was thinking about how to trick the person on duty to open the room, she saw Draco standing in front of the motel, he was wearing a black robe, his face Such as dusty, out of place.

Come on, he's crazy.

He looked uncomfortable and was muttering something that Daly guessed was vicious, including towards her.

But he is so eye-catching, everyone is dressed so coolly, but he looks like a vampire who has lived for hundreds of years, is it plausible?

"Malfoy!" Dali was carrying a big bag, holding a small bag in her left hand, and ran towards him with a coconut in her right hand, showing a bright smile, "I didn't expect you to come here!"

Draco still had that devastated expression, he looked up at Dali, she was wearing bright yellow flip flops, a creamy white pleated skirt, a small suspender with horizontal stripes on her upper body, and a well-washed suit. Some whitish overcoats, hair pulled up casually, a pair of amber sunglasses across the forehead.She no longer wears bangs, showing a beautiful forehead.

"Muggle dress." Draco's pale face showed a trace of blood, and he looked away.

"You have to change it too, do as the Romans do." Dali stuffed the coconut into Draco's hand, and then added after seeing Draco's shyness, "Hurry up and drink it, isn't the food all the same? Don't you just eat what the wizard grows?" thing?"

He struggled for a long time, but still moved his mouth to the straw and took a sip.

"I don't wear Muggle clothes."

After making a concession, Draco gave a negative again.

"It's definitely not okay. I also said in the letter. Maybe everyone else here is Muggles except us-do as the Romans do, or everyone will look at you."

He snorted coldly, and Dali knew that he was going to say something sarcastic again, so she hurriedly dragged him into the hotel.

"Hello, we are lost, can you open two rooms for us first?" They came to the front desk, and there sat a man in his 40s, unshaven and very strong.

The man had a cigarette in his mouth, frowning as if there was a gully in the middle, he held the cigarette in his hand, stared at Draco with a disdainful face, and spit all the smoke rings on Dali's face.

"Underage?"

"It seems that's all." Dali answered quickly.

"Be respectful!" he pointed at his puff.

"What are you talking about, kid?" The man's brows frowned even deeper.

"Ah, I'm so sorry! Sir, listen to me—" Dali stretched her neck and leaned closer to the man's ear, and said in a very small voice: "This is my younger brother. Muggle, respect or something, you can tell by his clothes... Isn't he lost? I got lost when I came out to look for him. Kind sir, just set aside two rooms for Let's do it alone!"

The man listened, glared at Draco again, and pulled out a telephone from the left side of the counter.

"Then you call home and wait here for your parents to take you back."

"..."

"Or call the police and ask them to call your parents over and take them away." He said, put the cigarette in his mouth again, picked up the phone and started pressing keys, "Hello——"

"This won't work, this won't work sir!" Dali shook her head, immediately pressed the hang up button, her brain was racing, "We have money! We can offer a higher price!"

"...how much?" The man heard the money and threw the phone back into the machine.

Dali counted her wallet silently, and pulled Draco aside who had just taken a big sip of coconut juice, choking him so much that he coughed, "Malfoy, did you bring any money?"

Draco looked around contemptuously, glared at the man at the front desk by the way, and said, "Nonsense."

"How much did you bring?"

Draco stuffed the coconut back into Dali's hands, and took out a bag of... Galleons from his small backpack.

Well, can you still ask him to bring out the pound?

Dali caught a few, showed it to the man at the front desk, and said with a smile: "Pay with gold."

The man raised his eyebrows, reached out to take Garen, twisted the cigarette butt on the table, bared his teeth, and took a few bites.

"What is this?" The man looked at the pattern on Garen.

"Commemorative coin, pure gold." Dali lied casually.

"I'll take a few more coins, who knows if it's true... You kids will always do some deceptive tricks." His eyes were full of greed.

"You actually questioned whether this is true—you dirty—" Draco was about to get angry when he was grabbed by the collar by the man and threatened: "I warn you, kid! If you dare to say the following words Quan, watch how I smash your delicate little white face into pieces - and, change the fuck out of this nondescript outfit! Don't let it fucking appear in my sight again!"

"Let's go!" Dali hurried up to smooth things over. Draco's humiliation at this time may not be less than that of turning into a ferret after being washed by the public, and the blood on his face became thicker, but he didn't continue.The man at the front desk let go, snatched all the Garen from Dali's hand, and threw them a bunch of keys, "It's just one room, the house number is on it—how many days do you stay?"

"Five days?" Dali rolled his eyes and pushed Draco towards the back door.

"Okay." The man lit another cigarette and exhaled a huge smoke ring, "Elope?"

Dali laughed dryly, but did not respond verbally.

"That bastard! He dared to order me!" Draco lost his temper as soon as he entered the room, "I don't want to live in this kind of trash room—well." Dali quickly stuffed the straw into his mouth .

"Keep your voice down, what if he hears coming in and beating you up?" Dali teased, "So change your clothes now, I'm going to turn on the air conditioner, it's so hot." The room was clean, but it smelled of mildew No, but how good is a hotel where minors can stay alone? If he is more upright, then she will go home.

"I don't have Muggle clothes," Draco said darkly.

"I specially made this outfit." Dali took off her coat and threw it to him, then pulled her big backpack and rummaged through it, "I also brought a few sets, I don't know if it fits, yeah Good..."

Dali felt the coat thrown on her head again.

"I! Only! No! Wear it!"

Draco turned upside down again, which was a great shame to him. If he had known, he would not have made up so many reasons to come out to her, so that he would not get into the Muggles, and was threatened by Muggles, and finally Wear Scarhead clothes!

"But I only have these clothes." Dali grabbed the coat off her head, and her hair became a little messy, "I bought them for him, and they weren't very ugly——ah, but have you grown taller again? It's a little small..." Dali flipped through the bag on her own, who would have thought that Draco would blow up again——

"You bought him clothes?!"

"Why don't you buy it? His previous clothes were bought by his mother from the second-hand market. Don't mention it. You can't demand how advanced the aesthetics of middle-aged women are, right? So I bought them all."

"The point is not this!"

"Here, try it." Dali didn't keep up with Draco's thinking at all, she finally found out the bottom set of summer clothes from her bag, "These are all large sizes, you should be able to wear them .”

"I don't wear it!"

"Hurry up, or I'll tell that man to beat you up." Dali sat down at the table.Combed my hair again.

"How dare you!" Draco glared at Dali, stalemate for a few minutes, wondering how he overcame his own thoughts, was he afraid of that man?Or did he feel the need to do so?In short, Draco took the clothes, walked into the bathroom with a bad face, and complained strongly that the bathroom was too dirty.

After a while, when he came out of the bathroom, Dali was already comfortably lying on the bed, blowing on the air conditioner.

"Get up quickly." He bent down and pinched her face fiercely.

"Ah, it hurts!" Dali yelled in pain, seeing his attire brighten up, "Not bad! Malfoy! My eyesight is so good!"

"Ha, it doesn't matter who wears it." He felt proud all of a sudden, the tie-dyed short-sleeved T-shirt made his skin less morbid and softer. Fifteen-year-old Draco Malfoy is really getting better and better.

"Do you love me very much now?" Draco sat down next to Dali, looked at her blushing, and asked with satisfaction.

"It's really handsome, Malfoy." Dali rubbed her red face with both hands, and praised, "But you can't wear leather shoes, but luckily - I brought them."

She pulled her backpack between her and Draco and rummaged through it again. She took out a pair of men's slippers and put them on the ground.

"Potter's again?"

"Only his, but I bought them all so—"

"Okay, stop." Draco squeezed her lips, making her whimper.

Dali hugged Draco's arm mischievously, and he let go in a fright.

"Also, I think you should wear a hat. It's very sunny outside. It doesn't matter if you only have the wizard type—I brought it." Dali fumbled in her bag again, and took out it like offering a treasure. A bucket hat was put on Draco's head.

"Is this—" Forget it, he stopped asking.

"Looks good, looks good." Dali clapped her hands in satisfaction, looked Draco up and down, and started to move again.

"What are you going to get from your treasure chest again?" Draco had a big head, and he recalled that his mother liked to dress him up like this when he was a child...

"Don't worry if you don't have a pair of sunglasses—I, too, brought them!"

"..."

Draco, resign yourself to your fate, you're just a tool clothes rack.

When they were ready to go again, the two of them seemed to be truly one with the Muggles.Of course Draco's face stinks to death.

"Ocean! I'm back!" Dali ran excitedly along the beach, Draco walked slowly behind, and he was regretting again, this woman is like an idiot, and he is like an idiot, why did he come here? How could it be like this——

"Me? My name is Daddy Dursley, you can call me Daddy!" Draco happily "reported himself" when he saw her being stopped by a younger boy.

Dutty, what a dirty Muggle trying to talk to her?

He took a few steps forward, grabbed her shoulders, and immediately declared his sovereignty: "Get lost." The boy turned and left with a sad face.

"You are too fierce." Dali giggled, playing with the hair that was blown by the sea breeze.

"It's funny, Dursley. There's a lot of flattery in the Muggle world."

"Correction, it's the same in the wizarding world."

"Ah, ha." Draco Guli said a few onomatopoeia strangely.

"Don't be weird, Malfoy. You like me too, do you want to admit that your aesthetics is different from ordinary people?" Dali put his hand on his, "Let's dance, I like dancing, very happy. ...you didn't dance with me on Christmas Eve, you stayed with Parkinson."

"You didn't look for me either." Draco didn't deny anything, he took her hand and heard her hum softly, "flytothemoon..."

It was this song again, it was still the same intermittently as before, and the singing was ugly.

"Oh, this dress is not easy to dance." She sighed and tugged at her skirt, "Well, Malfoy, you owe me a dance."

"Why do I owe you?"

"Then I owe you a line, it's all right." Dali said a few perfunctory words, dragged off her shoes, and stepped on the sand, leaving a string of footprints with Patapata.

"Hurry up, Malfoy." She turned her head and waved at him, "Go get some food!"

"Don't order me!" Draco thought of all his humiliating experiences, he pushed him to the bottom of his feet the first time they met, the World Cup would urge him to run fast, even if he fell into the water... He's Malfoy, being used like this by this Dursley? !Thinking of it this way, he felt aggrieved again.

"Malfoy, hurry up!" Dali called him not far away.Seeing that he was still unwilling to leave, he turned his head and left.

"..." Just leave him and leave?He was even more aggrieved.He looks like a Malfoy—

After a while she came running back, a crispy omelet cone in each hand, and she handed one of them to Draco.

"Come here, don't think about anything else." She took a bite of the almonds on top, "Here, only I know you are Malfoy."

"Dursley, you are so stingy." Draco looked at a ball of ice cream on his cone blankly, while Dali's cone was much bigger, with three balls on each layer, and there were two ice cream balls in total. Layers, poor ice cream all piled on top, a little crumbling.

"I'm afraid you will dislike it, this is the ice cream produced by the hard-working Muggle uncles, every bit of it is the painstaking efforts of Muggles—" Dali kept repeating Muggle Muggle Muggle around him, de Laco felt his head was getting bigger.

"Shut up, Dursley."

"Then you don't give it to me." Dali swallowed a ball of ice cream in one gulp, "I can continue."

Draco looked at Dali Abyss Gulp Dursley, stared at his chocolate ball for a few seconds, and put the ice cream upside down on Dali's cone.

The ice cream tower in the precarious situation finally collapsed.Dali stared dumbfounded at the cone in her hand, and now only Draco's upside-down ice cream cone was left, and in the end it couldn't hold on, and it tilted sideways under the urging of gravity, and fell to the ground with a snap. Fell on the beach.

"Malfoy! Did you mean it!" Dali was furious, threw her egg roll directly at Draco, and beat his arm vigorously with her hand.

"Didn't I just eat it for you! You threw this thing at me, how could you be so disgusting, Dursley—stop hitting me!"

"You are disgusting! Won't you pass it to me! You must be sick!"

"You're out of your mind Dursley - disgusting - I shouldn't be here!"

"Then get out!"

The end result is Draco wandering around the inn in his wizard robes again.In Dali's words, she was waiting for the washing machine to stop running at the risk of being beaten.

The result was even worse. With no common sense in life, she found that his denim shorts were faded and messed up with the T-shirt.

"Ha, it's all your fault, Dursley." Draco gloated, "I don't wear such rags."

"It's okay, I brought my pajamas." Dali said with a blank expression as she hung the clothes that Draco called a rag on the clothes rail.

"I have it myself!" Don't dig out Scarhead's stuff again, please.

Dali snorted, and clapped her palms at him again when she returned to the room, "Come here, I'll teach you modern technology."

Draco walked into the bathroom with an extremely reluctant look, listening to Dali explain how to use the shower and water heater, which made him miss the bathtub at home very much.

"You wash first, I'll watch TV." Dali didn't listen to Draco's cursing, closed the door directly, sat on the bed and began to tune the channel.

When Draco came out of the bathroom, "Dursley, how do you use a Muggle hair dryer—"

"You smoke?"

He saw Dali propping up the edge of the bed with one hand, holding a cigarette with the other, and the smell filled the room.

"Ah, sorry, I shouldn't be smoking in the room." She put her crossed legs back together, stood up and walked out the door.

"When did you start smoking?" Draco stopped her, his hair still dripping.

"Your nightgown is a bit like a skirt." Dali rested the elbow on the palm of the other hand with the cigarette in her hand.

"Answer the question, Dursley."

"This summer vacation."

"Who did you learn from, Potter?" Draco snatched the cigarette from Dali's hand and twisted it in the ashtray.

"With the neighbor—you don't know, a friend of mine from childhood, a Muggle."

"What's wrong with you-forget it, don't smoke in the future." Draco thought he must settle with this Muggle, pushed her back to the bed and sat down, pulled her backpack and emptied the contents Come out, take the remaining cigarettes, and throw them in the trash.

"Very expensive!"

"I have plenty of money!"

Dali sighed heavily, probably because she was tired from playing today and had no desire to quarrel, "Well, I thought you wouldn't feel anything...I just occasionally...sometimes When I am alone, I will be a little unhappy. I have been unhappy since this summer vacation. Smoking can make me relax... Oh, forget it, I will take a shower first-I taught you the remote control before How do you use it?"

Draco looked at her again, but said nothing.

She washed for a long time, until when she came out of the bathroom, Draco was sitting on the edge of the bed, and the funny show she had played before she left was still playing on the TV.She smiled again, took the hair dryer, plugged it into the socket in the house, touched Draco's hair, and said, "I'll blow it for you again, it's still a little wet."

Draco responded, hugged Dali's waist, pressed his face against the cotton nightdress, and could feel the warmth of her skin.

"Dursley, I have a question." His voice was hoarse. "How are we going to sleep tonight?"

"Can I let the young master sleep on the floor? Of course I made the floor." Dali snorted his hair and turned off the hair dryer.

Draco groaned, disappointed.

In the dead of night, Draco tossed and turned on the bed. On the one hand, he was really not used to this kind of inferior Muggle bed, on the other hand...

"Malfoy, if you don't want to sleep, can you stay still? Someone wants to sleep." Dali was so loud that he couldn't bear it.

Draco above did not move. After a while, he turned over again, and by the way, he got up and stretched out his hand to poke Dali's arm.

"Dursley."

"What are you doing?" Dali straightened up half her body, feeling unhappy for a year.

Draco took out his wand, "Luminescence flashes." Dali couldn't adapt to the light all of a sudden, and narrowed her eyes slightly.

When he cupped her face with his other hand, he lowered his wand, dragged her with both hands, and kissed her passionately.

"Dursley, I know you're unhappy, let's be happy together in the future, okay?" After finishing speaking, his lips closed again, "Look, I'm here because of you, Dali, don't smoke anymore ,promise me."

"...Okay." She felt tears welling up again.

"So, have sweet dreams, my girl."

Draco's words were always seductive when he kissed her, but he was immediately exposed after 10 minutes-

"Dursley."

"what happened again?"

"Why don't you sleep with me, I'm not used to this bed—"

"Fuck off."

The author has something to say:

This chapter is full of sugar! ! ! ! !Look how much is written! !And it will take days to play!

When Draco was 15 years old, he finally thought about ummm.

But Dali was a little depressed.In fifth grade, Harry saw Dudley smoking on the street, so I added this setting to her too.

感谢在2020-05-1820:37:38~2020-05-1916:48:49期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel of irrigation nutrient solution: 1 bottle of flower bloom;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!