Della Bush's Love Story

There are so many rooms in Blake's house that everyone can have a bedroom.

George and Fred still shared the same bedroom, as they always had.

After returning to the bedroom, Fred sat down on the sofa, took out the parchment they had spent months on, and was in a daze.

George: "Brother, if you want to cry, I'm here anytime."

Fred threw him a pillow: "Fuck you!"

George: "Okay. What do you think? Tell me."

Fred sighed deeply: "It's nothing." But he couldn't hide it from his twin brother.

George: "I want to cry. Don't make me feel so bad, okay? It's the first time in my life that I live in such a big room! Make me happy. Tell me, do you... want to break up with Della?" "

"No!" Fred sat up immediately. "No! Of course not! Never! Never! No!"

George: "I'm not surprised at all. So why are you so sad now? Because she doesn't want to marry you? Hermione explained it very clearly, I didn't understand it, but I probably understand it, just like each of us is An apple, and Della's an orange. She's just like us other than that."

Fred shook his head: "No. It's not because she doesn't want to marry me." He raised his head seriously, as if to tell him that he had an incurable disease: "I just...hate myself."

George said silently that he was here, waiting for his twin brother to take out the trash.

Fred only needed one person to listen to him, too.

"I thought I loved Della. Of course I do!" Fred rubbed the pillow in his hand, annoyed and sad: "But obviously, I just thought I loved her very much. But I don't even care about her." I know!" He took a deep breath, "I still need someone to tell me!"

George comforted him: "Hey, brother, don't be too hard on yourself! It can't be your fault, no one can think of it."

Fred shook his head: "It's not the same. I never seemed to get to know her seriously before this! But before today, I didn't even know why she ran away." Disappointed: "I really had no clue, nothing came up. I thought our relationship was going to work out. I thought everything was fine with us, and I thought everything was fine with her. But now I realize that she...isn't me Her imaginary."

George hummed and said, "You know what, bro? I'm starting to think I'm missing something. What the hell are you trying to say?"

Fred murmured, "I need to do something."

He stood up and knocked on Harry's door again.

Harry opened the door, Fred: "Can I have a word with Hermione?"

"Of course." Harry stepped aside to let Fred in.

Hermione was tidying up the books on the table, and she was helping Harry and Ron with their homework, and Ron had just gone to the kitchen to find the leftover cakes from dinner on the grounds that "my head is going to explode".

"What's the matter?" she turned to Fred. "About Della?" Fred nodded. "I want to know...you know...about her..." He hesitated, trying to think wording.

Hermione waited patiently.But finally Fred shook his head and said, "No, I should... good night, Hermione, anyway, I need to thank you."

He went out, and Harry came over puzzled and asked, "What's wrong with Fred?"

Hermione said sharply: "Just found out that his girlfriend is not his Barbie doll, so I want to find another girl and ask him what kind of person his real girlfriend is."

Harry laughed. "Come on! Fred's not that bad. He really loves Della."

"I know." Hermione sighed, leaning on the table and said, "You know what? I think Della spoiled him."

Harry: "What?" He felt that Della had a bad temper and often quarreled with Fred—of course, it was probably because Fred was bad.However, he didn't feel that Della had given in that much.

Hermione smiled at Harry, "You know what? I used to think that love was far away, but this year we have so many lovers around us, which made me realize and learn a lot."

Harry glanced at the two stacks of books that Hermione had sorted out: "You can always find opportunities to learn."

Hermione shrugged, "This? It's nothing. I just took a look, some things have been researched. I need to verify."

Harry: "I saw you bought two books on psychology. You just read it and you know how to counsel Della."

Hermione tried not to look too proud: "It's not a tutorial. I just analyzed it for her and did a few questions. Oh, it's very simple."

Harry: "Why do you say Della spoiled Fred?"

Hermione pressed the book, hesitated for a while, and then sat down and said: "Because, in this love, Della is the active party. And the way she loves is dedication. She loves everything about Fred! Everything! "

Harry ducked back, feeling a little hot on his face.He is not used to talking about love, even if it is someone else's love.

Hermione came to talk, and her speed of speech accelerated: "Everyone treats love differently. Take Ron as an example, he is a requesting love. He needs his lover to meet his requirements. Although it is unconscious, but He is like Grandet in his relationship with Lavender. He wants Lavender to satisfy him, but he rarely thinks about what Lavender needs him to do for her in love, and what he does will make her happy , will be satisfied."

Harry understood what Hermione meant, "Then you mean that when Della fell in love with Fred, she went to fulfill Fred's request?"

Hermione sighed, looking down, with a hint of displeasure, a hint of guilt towards herself.

"Yes. She's unconscious too, but that's how she loves. She can't help loving everything about Fred and never demands anything from him. She supports his prank cause and is good to his friends, You lose your center of gravity without Fred around."

—like herself.The difference is that she does it in the context of her friends.Take other people's likes and dislikes as your likes and dislikes, and take other people's careers as your career.

But because Harry's career was to defeat the Dark Lord and fight for justice, not pranks, she woke up very late, and now, even if she understands, after thinking about it, she still intends to continue.

Harry couldn't help retorting: "But she often quarrels with Fred and always breaks up."

Hermione shrugged: "That's instinct. As a girl's instinct, possessiveness and jealousy in love. Because their love itself is sick, Della paid too much and received too little response, she Her instincts were telling her that this kind of love is unhealthy. That's why she always wanted to break up. But her instincts were no match for love, and in the end she could only suppress her instincts and stay by Fred's side."

Harry said timidly, "You speak too seriously."

Hermione shook her head: "No. Fred loves Della, there is no doubt about it. But before today, or before Della rejected his marriage proposal, Della's image in his mind was nothing like that of any girl Different. He's in love with a girl the same way he's in love with Della." She laughed angrily, "and he's just now finding out that Della isn't any girl. She's Della! That's why he came to me just now , I want to get to know his girlfriend who has been dating for two years and plans to propose again!"

Harry gasped.Because he thought Hermione was right!

He defended Fred, because he felt that Fred was not so guilty: "He belongs to Adella."

Hermione nodded: "Yeah. But that's the effect of hormones. He never got to know Della seriously. Many people start a relationship like this, and when the enthusiasm fades, they find that they don't know their lover at all .Like Mr. Bennett in Pride and Prejudice, who didn't realize he didn't love Mrs. Bennett until after he had five daughters."

Harry said helplessly: "At least, Fred and Della won't be the Bennetts anymore."