hp fat girl and george

After drinking Madam Pomfrey's potion, Delma returned to her normal life the next day without any injuries.

After Walter Gropius was deducted [-] points, Snape, who was stunned after learning about his sneak attack, announced his two-month compulsory labor time with eyes like looking at garbage, and a letter from Slater Letter from Dean Lin to the Gropius family.

No real undue harm was done, and the incident was quickly dismissed as a "hoax" - literally every day Gryffindor and Slytherin fights were hospitalized.But apart from Dema himself, no one knew that Gropius really wanted to kill Dema.

Compared with the damn Slytherin, the Gryffindors obviously paid more attention to Delmar and George, who hadn't spoken for several days.Even with the Weasley twins, they haven't played pranks or told jokes for several days, which made everyone super uncomfortable.

Angelina worriedly looked at Delmar, who was silently eating apple pie. This was the third piece she had eaten, and she had never eaten so many desserts since she lost weight.

At this time, George and Fred just came in and saw Delma and Angelina. Fred's eyes lit up, and he pulled George and sat down.He sat next to Angelina, and George sat next to Delmar, who was eating with his head down.

"Derma..." George said nervously.

"I'm done." Demar stuffed the last bite of apple pie into his mouth, got up and left.Angelina, who was talking to Fred, quickly followed.

George sat where he was, throwing the fork he had just picked up back on his plate with a loud bang.

He has no appetite, and regret has made his intestines knotted.Fred hesitated to speak.

In fact, Dema was not angry at George and yelling at her, she was just a little tired.She felt that she did think too much, for herself, for George, and for both of them.She thought too much, and built too beautiful goals.

So much so that when George asked her if she thought he was stupid when she was most eager for a hug, she only had a misunderstood sadness.

Her stomach ached, and because she was walking too fast, she felt nauseous in an instant. Dema vomited out while holding onto a tree by the side of the road.

Angelina was startled, grabbed her hair and patted her on the back.

"Why do you say you are doing this? Wouldn't it be good for you to scold George? Or should I vent your anger for you?" Angelina said with a frown.

Dema shook her head in pain, vomiting until bile came out.She gave herself a spring of clear water and stood up slowly.But because he didn't rest well and squatted for too long, the moment he stood up, Dema felt his eyes go dark, and his body fell forward uncontrollably.

Unlike the imagined feeling of hard ground, she fell into a familiar embrace.

George picked up Delma, nodded to Angelina, and went straight to the medical wing.

"I'm sorry DeMar. I shouldn't be mad at you."

They went to Madam Pomfrey's to finish drinking the refreshing potion, and sat side by side on the lawn beside the Black Lake.George solemnly apologized to Delmar.

But Dema just shook his head.

George's eyes were terribly flustered, but he clenched his fists desperately to cheer himself up.

"Derma..." he said again.

Dema sighed and said, "I don't care about that."

George, who hadn't listened to Dema for several days, his eyes lit up when he got the answer, but he quickly calmed down again.

"What do you care about? You tell me, and I will definitely change it." George said, holding Delma's hand.

"Don't you think...we are like two different people, I always think too much, and you...sometimes are always impulsive, I mean, maybe I don't know you enough, and you don't know me enough. Can we really go on like this? Or is it better to stop losses in time?" Dema slowly expressed his worries.

Stop loss in time.

These four words literally stabbed a knife into George's heart.

George got up in a panic and hugged Dema, wrapping her tightly in his arms.

"No, don't stop in time. Demar, listen to me, no one is exactly the same - neither me nor Fred! It's my fault that I didn't know you well enough and didn't take into account your emotions at the time , is also my fault. Give me a little time Dema, and I will understand you better."

When she smelled her favorite scent again, Dema realized how much she longed for his hug.

Desiring to... As long as the thought of losing, Dema only felt that it was more terrifying than the near-death experience over there.

DeMar hugged George back tightly, burying her face in his broad shoulders.Listening to him whispering in her ear, Dema finally couldn't control the emotions that had been suppressed for several days, and cried like a child.

"George, I'm so scared! I hate black snakes the most. My head really hurts. I thought I'd never see you again. I can't tell my mother what happened—"

George's heart was crushed by her words, so he had to hug someone and kiss her hair, cheeks, and tears.Hope to comfort her.

After a while, Dema finished venting.Leaning in George's arms like a prostration, the two of them hugged each other and lay on the grass, a few rays of sunshine from the dark clouds shone on them.

"I still missed your Quidditch..." Demar said disappointedly.

George smiled and tilted his head to kiss her nose again, and said something that instantly calmed De Mar: "Silly girl, we still have a lifetime to watch my Quidditch, don't we?"

Dema smiled and closed her eyes, and fell asleep with the sunshine and hugs.

The author has something to say:

We still have many more blue rainy summers! (cross out)

Thanks for catching bugs!I’ve been writing in a bit of a hurry these days!