Della Bush's Love Story

"Hi, brother." George came from behind and put his arm around Fred's shoulders.

Fred didn't look back, "Brother."

George followed his gaze and saw Della on the dance floor wearing a red off-the-shoulder dress dancing with Stoke, a seventh grader, and Stoke's girlfriend had gone somewhere for a long time .

"Be happy, brother." George glanced at his legs. "You didn't go to the medical wing to get your medicine, did you?"

"Yes. Della said she was coming with me—how did you know?" Fred finally took a look at his brother.

"I was there just now, and I left early in order not to see you limping and pitiful." George blinked, "I said a lot of good things for you in front of Della-she didn't give birth to you Angry, right?"

Fred let out a gasp, like a dragon about to spew flames and burn the place down.

George turned his eyes and saw the boys on the dance floor collectively lifting their partners, while Della was laughing and being lifted high by Stoke, who seemed completely fascinated by the red-haired elf.

George was surprised: "Her waist is so thin!"

Yes, the little waist that Stoke raised was really amazingly thin, and when he put Della down, it seemed that he didn't want to let go of the girl.

Fred stared darkly at his twin: "That girl is mine."

George raised his hands and stepped back cautiously: "Of course, brother, I have no objection." He glanced at the dance floor again and made a suggestion: "I'll help you go to the medical wing to get your medicine, so you can catch the next dance .Come on, brother." He helped Fred up, "Come on, let's come back sooner, and you can take your girlfriend back from other men sooner."

For the sake of world peace and maintaining the image of Hogwarts, George felt that he had done a great job in pulling Fred away from here in time, and Professor McGonagall should give him extra points.

You don't feel tired when you dance.

Della didn't count how many she danced, but she really wasn't tired.She stopped because she thought of Fred.And what she just said was "only one dance".

God testifies!She really just planned to dance a song and go back to accompany him!

So when she emerged from the dance floor to an empty seat, guilt crept up.

"Why aren't you dancing, Della? Are you tired? May I get you a drink?" Stock chased from the dance floor, glanced at the seats, and said, "Fred? I just saw him go with someone else."

Della felt that if there was one thing she didn't have to worry about, it was that Fred would bother—he never had the energy.

"With George?" she guessed.

Stoke didn't expect her to guess right away, saying: "Yeah. They may have something. The twins have been together."

Della sat down, "Oh, they may have gone to the medical wing. I won't jump, I'll wait for him here. You go back and dance."

Stoke touched his head and went to get two drinks, "I'll accompany you."

Della took the drink and asked curiously, "Why didn't you go find Tina? Did you quarrel?"

Stock laughed. "Arguing? Like you and Fred? No, we've never had that kind of fight. Me and Tina...we'll probably break up after graduation, and this year's prom is going to be a big deal for both of us." It was a perfect farewell."

Maybe the atmosphere was right, and Della was forced to listen to a love story where both sides could only pass, but never progress to excellence.

"...So, I have always envied Fred, he has you, and you really love each other. And what about me? I don't know if I will meet love in the future, and meet a woman I really love. But Tina is not me The person we love, we can't impress each other. Maybe at the beginning, when we were together, we were moved by each other, but it didn't last, and it disappeared quickly. We don't give up, but before graduation, we Instead, I found that there was really no love between us."

Stocker looked at her with starry eyes.

"You said you envied Fred and my love. Then you looked at me like that?" Della laughed.

Stoke readily admitted: "Yes, I am seducing you. I think, if you can love Fred so passionately, if I am with you, maybe I can love each other that much."

Della shook her head, "I love so much because that man is Fred. Not any man, I will love with all my heart. He is different."

Stock is interested: "What's different?" Della: "The most different, because he's Fred."

Stoke sighed: "That's why you are the envy of others."

Fred appeared with his arms and legs intact, and he stood in front of Stoke and politely asked him to stand up and stop sitting next to his girlfriend, or he would make him look good.

Stoke drank two bottles of butterbeer. Although there was no alcohol in it, he still pretended to be crazy: "Fred, do you remember the year you joined the Quidditch team? I beat you Lie on the grass for 5 minutes and get up."

Fred began to move his fingers.George stood beside him and said, "I'm going to say first, I can't beat him for you."

Fred: "Why? We're brothers!"

George: "Brother, I've wasted several dances with you to the medical wing. Now I'm going to accompany Angelina, see you later."

After speaking, George really left.

Fred looked at Stoke and saw that he refused to get up, so he had to sit on the other side of Della, "Well, for the sake of my classmates and your broken relationship, I forgive you this time. "

"Breakdown?" Della asked in shock.

Fred: "Tina and Snape are dating, that's why we're breaking up with him."

"Oh." Della began to think that Stoke was forcing a smile just now.

Shocked, Stoke compliments Fred, "You're so crafty." He's not sad, but he obviously doesn't want Della's sympathy either, especially if he's trying to seduce her.He took his drink and left.

After chasing away the eyesores, Fred invites Della to dance.

"Come on, let me dance with you. I can dance until my legs break!"

He dragged her onto the dance floor and literally danced with her until after midnight, when everyone was gone and they went back to the lounge and danced again in front of the fire.

After midnight, Christmas courtesy was delivered by owls and elves.

Fred picked his from among them and handed it to Della, looking at her expectantly.

It was a five-inch square box, wrapped in red-gold wrapping paper, and it was very pretty.

...just, for a lipstick, in such a big box?

... Is there more than one? !

Wow.

Thinking that Fred was cheated out of money just now, although he has made some money selling canary biscuits now, but is it not good to buy so many lipsticks for her?In fact, she doesn't like lipstick that much.She has a lot of them, but she still wants to buy them when she sees new ones.

The magic lipstick is amazing!She once bought a lipstick that can attract butterflies to stop on her lips after she puts it on and stands among the flowers!

Very, very amazing!

She always thought that if she put on this lipstick on a date and attracted butterflies, that scene must be very beautiful.

Fred was bound to be charmed by her, too.

Della calmed down her excitement and opened the box.

When it was opened, a small person jumped out immediately. He was so happy to see Della, his face turned red, and he threw himself on her hand, holding her fingers and kissing her continuously.

This is a Fred except he can't talk.

Della held the little figure, about five or six inches tall, in shock.

She had no idea that Fred had actually done it!

"It's a bit difficult. It requires a few very complicated spells and two forbidden spells." Fred leaned over and explained with pride and pride, "I've checked a lot of books and tried several times, but that The spell has never been successful, and I cannot reproduce my actions. This kind of doll is not a complete imitation of myself, it can only be like a photo, replicating the person at the moment when the spell was successful."

The villain was not happy to see Fred leaning against Della, and raised his fist to challenge.

Della loved it so much: "It's so cute!" She held it in front of her and kissed it gently, telling her not to be angry or jealous.

Fred's eyes widened, and he immediately snatched the little man out of her hands. "How can you kiss it?!" He was furious.

"It's Fred!" Della was astonished.

"No! It's not!" Fred began to regret giving this, and he looked around for the trash can, intending to throw the doll away.

"No!" Della snatched the doll back, smiled and kissed him on the face: "Thank you for the gift, I like it very much, good night."

Fred's anger was extinguished by this kiss.

He watched Della running up the stairs, suddenly remembered, chased after him and asked: "Wait! What are you doing with it?" "It can sleep on my pillow!" Della's back disappeared happily at the end of the stairs .How wonderful, the lover is on the side of the pillow, and you can see it when you wake up.

"No! No!" Fred rushed up the stairs in the girls' dormitory, but he had just run up four or five steps when the stairs suddenly turned into a slide and he slid down.

George looked down at his brother from above: "No boys allowed in the girls' dormitory, you know."

Fred: "...grass."