hp fat girl and george

George had nothing to do with Demar, who was obviously drunk, and he couldn't find half a girl to send back to Demar after looking around.So he could only hold her with a guilty conscience, and half hugged and half dragged her from the common room to their secret base, intending to make do with it for the night.

Dema, who was half asleep and half awake, was not as obedient as he was when he went to the amusement park.Jumping up and down, they used up all George and Fred's fireworks stocks, and George was afraid that the fireworks would blow her up, so he had to watch her keep from hitting him.Finally, when it was over, both of them collapsed on the sofa from exhaustion.

George was so tired that he cursed himself a hundred times for why he was mixing whiskey with butterbeer.

On the wide couch, George was lying at the bottom, with most of DeMar's body folded on top of him.Dema half-opened her eyes in a daze, and yawned sleepily, water mist filled her blue eyes.

"I... seem to be drunk." Dema muttered in a low voice.

"Yeah, drunk." George smiled, brushing the shattered hair from her face.The knuckle-knuckle hand stroked her face very gently, and the familiar temperature made Dema hum a few times comfortably, and fell asleep with her eyes closed.

George had to use her as a human pillow.He pulled the blanket on the side to the two of them, wrapping Dema tightly, revealing a small head.

In the darkness of night, looking at the honest Dema in his arms, just like the night when he went to the paradise.George's eyes were extraordinarily gentle, he raised his only movable right arm, and touched the furry head in his arms.

"Good night, little drunkard."

the next day.

Dema woke up in a daze, rubbed his eyes halfway, and met the grinning George.

"Ah!" Dema jumped off him in shock, and hurriedly asked, "Are you all right?"

George, who was crushed and numb all over, grinned and watched Dema rubbing his legs carefully.

"It's okay, I just haven't changed my position all night."

Dema sat kneeling on one side, with a very guilty expression on his face. The memory of last night flooded his waking mind, and he was so ashamed that he just wanted to find a crack in the ground to get in.

"I'm exhausted from watching you all night. You have to make it up to me." George slowed down a bit, sat up, and blinked at Demar.

"Ah?" Dema uttered a question in doubt, and was thrown onto the carpet on the ground by George who jumped over from the sofa.

George reached out to clasp her right hand, pinched her chin with the other hand, and slowly moved over.

……

After 10 minutes, the two men parted breathlessly.George rolled away and the two of them lay shoulder to shoulder on the carpet.

There was silence in the room, only two rapid breathing sounds.

Dema's face was flushed, and George's blood was also churning. He felt that it was his worst decision to use an intimate method to relieve the anger of last night.Embarrassed, George started looking for a pillow to try to shield his revived little brother.

Dema got out of the climax of the downtime, took a breath, and realized that something was wrong.Look at George.

"No, butter beer...shouldn't it be non-alcoholic?"

George's arm froze in search of the pillow.

"Cough...you listen to my explanation..."

……

George, who secretly mixed butterbeer with wine, was sanctioned by his girlfriend.Limping behind Demar, she met Fred who was sitting in the auditorium eating and laughing.

Dema sat next to Angelina, blushing under her playful eyes, and explained why he went there last night.

And Fred gloated and took out the blood tonic. "Hey dude, I thought you'd need this? Not so much now?"

Fred's eyes flicked across George's somehow limped left foot.

George gave an elbow to Fred, who was clearly one of the culprits, and watched with satisfaction as Fred yelled and held his nose, nosebleeds streaming down his hands.

"Use the blood tonic for yourself, my dear brother."

On the other hand, Harry was still frowning, he didn't even want to hold the golden egg anymore, you know, the voice that sounded last night was so shrill, he who was closest to him stayed up all night and didn't get over it.

Seeing Demar approaching, Harry's eyes lit up and he raised his head to say hello.

"Hi, Dema, good morning."

"Good morning Harry."

Dema smiled at him.Harry leaned over to pick up where he left off last night.

"Derma, what did you say yesterday that it contains water?" Harry took out the golden egg out of his bag in disgust, and the students who saw him moved away quickly, which shows how lethal the golden egg is. .

"It's not that there's water in it, it's just that the spell inside has the breath of water. I can't detect any more. This is a very clever alchemy item." Dema shrugged, expressing that he couldn't help.

Harry, who didn't get the answer, stuffed the golden egg into the bag anxiously, knocked his head on the table, and made a loud noise.

Dema was taken aback.

"What's the matter with you? Don't be so worried, isn't there still a holiday before the next project?"

"It's just Christmas!" Harry said frantically. "Professor McGonagall just told me that there will be a dance at Christmas, and I'm going to dance the opening dance! Now I'm looking for a dance partner!"

Regardless of Harry, who has a headache for the girls, Demar and Angelina are all excited when they hear the word prom. After all, it is impossible for girls to refuse a game where they can wear their favorite dresses and sway on the dance floor with their favorite boys. dream scene.

Dema and Angelina both turned their heads to look at the twins who were covering their noses and their legs.

Fred was holding his nose and cursing at George, not seeing them both.And George was still immersed in the scene of last night and this morning, with Charlie's words echoing in his ears, he looked at Dema's gaze, blushed suspiciously, and shifted his gaze guiltily.

Angelina burst into a loud sarcasm: "Oh, you can't count on it."

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The dance I've been waiting for is coming!