Della Bush's Love Story

The next day, they were all woken up before five o'clock in the morning.

It was still dark and dark.

Della, Hannah and Hermione lived in Ron's room, but Ron and Harry had to live with the eldest son Bill and the second son Charlie of the Weasley family.

Ron hated being in the same room with his older big brother, but Harry had a great time chatting with Charlie, who used to be Chaser in Gryffindor, and Gryffindor always got them during those seven years. Quidditch Cup.He is very good.

He said to Harry: "If I didn't like dragons more, I would definitely go to the Cannons."

They chatted about Quidditch all night, and they talked very enthusiastically, and even agreed to continue to correspond in the future.

So when they got to the restaurant and sat at the table, Harry even kept his socks in his hands and forgot to put them on.

Fred and George looked a little more sober than the others at the table, both wearing the jeans and hooded jackets that Muggle youths tend to wear.

Mr. Weasley wanted to dress up nicely, and he wore an imposing rugby top and jeans.

They compared their Muggle clothes at the dinner table to see which one was more authentic and beautiful.

"Harry, of course," said Ron. "He grew up in the Muggle world."

Harry tugged at his cousin's huge hoodie and ridiculously fat pants—his cousin weighed two hundred pounds, maybe three hundred pounds.

He shook his head and said, "No, even Mr. Weasley's clothes are better than mine."

At this moment, Della and Hermione arrived.

Hermione followed behind Della, smiling.

And Della, her dress shocked everyone.

She was wearing a half tank top with a wide open neckline through which she could see a sports bra with half of her waist exposed, while she wore a pair of denim shorts and a pair of dragon leather boots.

Also, she had somehow changed her complexion so that she looked tanned now.

No one spoke in the restaurant for a while.

Hermione said, "Della is very, very beautiful! Isn't that Harry?"

Harry adjusted his glasses, glanced at the shocked faces of other wizards at the dining table, nodded affirmatively, and said to everyone: "Yes, it's very beautiful. In the neighborhood of my uncle's house, the girls are like this in summer." wear."

Mrs. Weasley, Molly came over and urged everyone to sit down, and she also praised Della's dress: "It's so beautiful! Only young girls dare to wear it like this! Look at your little waist!" Then she gave her a plate of oil Zizi fried sausage.

Della took a slice of bread to spread jam on and called to Fred, "Pass me the lingonberry jam."

Fred's face was uglier than ever. Seeing that Ron's eyes were still lingering on Della, he kicked him hard under the table.

Then toss the lingonberry sauce to Della.

Della was not happy either, "Be more polite."

Fred began chopping and chewing the sausage vigorously, rattling his plate and fork.

George saw that Della was getting worse and worse, and he whispered to his brother, "Be happy, I guess Della wants you to see how well she looks. So if you can't be nice, you have to be nice." There will be a big fight."

Fred took a deep breath and got better.

But they were still not so good afterwards.

Fred wanted to talk to Della, and Della ignored him—his reaction just hurt!

She kept pulling Hermione, and Hermione had to stay with her.

Hana and Ginny are together.Dick was the first to run. He stayed in Percy's house last night. When he came down this morning, he whispered to Della that he had seen what Percy's girlfriend looked like.

"He's got a picture of her, and he's putting it under his pillow!" Dick felt disgusted.

Like Della and Fred, he couldn't figure out that Della was always fine at home, but she fell in love with a boy as soon as she went to school, disgusting!

While he still liked Della, he would never like Fred.

"Come on," Della said. "You're going to like someone sooner or later."

"No, I won't." Dick said firmly, and ran to the front in a hurry.

Hermione comforted Della: "Little boys are like this. In this respect, boys mature much later than girls."

Della glanced at Fred: "Is that one too?"

Hermione laughed: "No, he's just jealous." She gestured to Della, "You look so good in this dress, he's jealous of all the boys who look at you."

This jealousy reached its peak when he met Hufflepuff's handsome boy, Cedric Diggory.

Fredella ran away with her, ahead of everyone else.

Seeing that there was no one behind, Della refused to run any further, she shook off his hand—she was still angry.

"We'll get lost," she said, going back.

He held her back, "No, I know where that place is. George and I used to run there to ride brooms."

The two did not speak.

With her back turned to him, she knew his eyes were on hers.

— her back was on fire.

But he didn't speak, and he didn't do anything.

She couldn't help turning her head back, and asked him not confidently: "Isn't it good-looking?" Fred took a step forward.

—Are his legs so long? "It's beautiful." His eyes looked at her, and his hungry eyes enveloped her.

Then he hugged her.

They kissed.

He had never been so attractive, so manly.

Della was dazed.

Feel his hands under her vest and on her jeans.

She pushed him away.

She had never thought he was so gifted as a dementor.

Then she didn't even dare to look at his expression now, and ran back to find Hermione.

He chased after her, and the two rushed back one after the other like a race.

All are curious.

But no one dared to ask, they were all politely changing the subject.

Mr. Weasley was looking at a map with Mr. Diggory, and the boys were talking about Quidditch.

Ron had been looking at her, looking like he wanted to talk, but was pulled away by Harry.

"So..." Hermione began to ask questions like a good friend.

Della was secretly wiping her mouth while no one was looking.

Hermione hurriedly whispered: "Don't rub it, the more you rub it, the more obvious it will be."

Della: "Did the lipstick come off?" Hermione glanced at Fred: "...yours." Della seemed to understand something, thought of something...

She turned sharply to look at Fred!

on his mouth! ! !

"Hi, brother." George stared at Fred's mouth, hesitant to say.

"What?" Fred kept looking at Della, unable to take his eyes off her.

George decided not to speak.But his conscience prompted him to give his brother a piece of advice, "If someone asks what's wrong with your mouth, just say you have eczema... around the mouth."

Fred turned his head in confusion: "What?" George: "...If you want to know, you can ask Della to borrow a mirror."

Fred stepped over when he was told to go to Della.

"What to do? What to do?" Della grabbed Hermione, "Hurry up and think of a way!"

Hermione: "Okay, it's magic lipstick. Do you know how long it... it will last?" Della: "A week!" Hermione: "But we don't have any now! There's no way to wash it off Drop it! And... I don't know how to wash it..."

At this time, Fred came.

He stood in front of Della, obviously unaware of what was on and around his mouth.

He smiled: "Hi."

Then go with her.

Hermione saw it and walked away immediately.

Under Fred's loving gaze, Della couldn't confess.

Mainly because she didn't know how to solve it.

She asked, "If I did one thing wrong and made you look bad, would you be mad at me?" Fred laughed and shook his head. "No, why? I won't be mad at you."

Della: "Really not?"

Fred: "Really."

Della: "Okay..."

She held Fred's hand, determined to bear with him all the time!

So, when they managed to reach the ball game field, they saw many people at the campsite.

And their classmates.

The classmates laughed when they saw Fred and Della holding hands, and then they would smile in Fred's face and look at Della in admiration.

"Oh, Fred!"

"Well done, Della!"

Along the way, everyone was looking at his face.Fred finally realized something was wrong, he hesitated touching his face.

What's wrong?

Seeing that there was no way to hide it anymore, Della said, "When you're in the tent, you can look in the mirror."

Fred covered his face. "What kind of prank did you use on my face? Did I give it to you?"

Della: "It's not a joke..."

When the tent was pitched, Fred was the first to rush in, and then he stood frozen in front of the mirror.

on his mouth!around!It's all lipstick!Anyone could see what he just did!

Mr. Weasley also stood in front of the mirror, looked into his son's face and said, "Oh, it's nothing. I've had it before, and it kept me from looking up at school for a week."

Fred: "...a week?!"