Author: Muduoduomu

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Chapter 4. I had a fun for you

At lunchtime, Della's carriage was swarming with people.

—They're all Gryffindor, with strong curiosities.

They gossiped around two topics. One was Della broke up with Fred again.

"Fred came to our carriage to find you just now. Did he finally see you? Have you made up?" asked by Angelina, a tall and bonny Quidditch girl.

"…Probably, he thought we made up." Della was eating the sandwiches made by Lucy and sharing her snacks with others.

Angelina shrugged. "Boys."

"I think Fred is very handsome, he's so tall." Said Lavender, holding her heart. She was a very poetic girl, easily touched by love.

Hermione rolled her eyes and said to Della: "you should let him know, or he would keep pestering you."

"No way!" Lavender retorted immediately, "Fred is very popular — although few people can tell him from George — but I dare to say he can find the next girlfriend promptly as long as Della break up with him, while Della may not be so lucky."

Angelina trod on her as she finished. Hermione cleared her throat and hasten to say: "Let's change a topic."

The second subject was Harry Potter inflated his aunt.

Little wizards often made a bit of problems. "I curled my dad's beard when I was young." said Lavender. Because she thought dad's beard was too scratchy.

"I don't like my uncle," Angelina said, "he always likes to hold me and throw up. Then one day he came to hold me, I threw him into the sky with head down."

Hermione didn't do much when she was a child. She raised her chin and said, "I just want to keep reading, so my mom can't turn off the light in my room." They called electricians several times but found nothing, only she knew it was done by herself.

Everyone shared something about the childhood, Della couldn't bring herself to nothing, so she said: "I don't like mashed potatoes. I vanished it once my mom made it." She didn't like all the mashed food.

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After that, they went to another carriage, Hermione stayed in and comforted her. "Don't worry about what Lavender said. Everyone knows you're much better than Fred."

Della was a bit upset. She knew Fred was really charming by girls — of course, she was sure that no one could stand him, except her — but after the break-up, it was her who was pitied.

She would be regarded as a "deserted woman".

She was a little regret when thinking of this.

But the getting along with Fred made her much firm.

Fred was not bad. Although he had a tall stature, he didn't know what love was. He didn't know how to date with girl.

She said to Hermione: "Sometimes I feel that Fred is a kid, I am elder than him."

Hermione nodded, "I can't agree more. Boys experience delayed maturity than girls. If you knew what Ron and Harry had done, you would think they were less than three years old."

She petted the cat in her arms and went on, "can you believe it? Ron asked me to keep him in a cage because his mouse is afraid of my cat. But how can I do? It's cruelty to keep a cat in a cage all day."

That's why she brought Crookshanks out, so Ron didn't have to say that his mouse was "quaking with fear" or "pathetic".

He was a boy, not a little girl! It's so contemptuous.

Della stroke the big head of Crookshanks. It was a cat with a large contour. "He's beautiful," she said.

"Crookshanks is very clever!" Hermione liked her cat very much. "He could understand me. From the first day he came to my house, he didn't scratch the sofa nor sneak food outside."

After that, they groomed the cat, rubbed his chin and petted him until the train stopped.

Hearing the whistle of the train, Hermione was startled, quickly picked up her cat and said, "oh, here we are! I'm going back to change my clothes. See you later, Della!"

"See you later." Replied Della.

"Your brother is in first-year this year, isn't he?" Hermione asked.

"Yes, he would be a Gryffindor," said Della.

Hermione grinned and said, "that's great."

"Yeah, that's great…" Della closed the door and sighed.

She put on her school robe, packed her luggage, put everything in and threw the rubbish to the bin.

Then the whistle sounded again. All students came out of the carriage and got off the train.

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"Firs' years! Firs' years over here!"

A giant as tall as a telegraph pole stood by the locomotive with a kerosene lamp in his hand, surrounded by a crowd of children who were less than his knees.

Della couldn't find Dick. "Della? Let's go." Ginny reminded her beside.

Then Della and Ginny joined the flow of senior students. Some of them knew that there was a first-year child in the Bush family this year, and all came to ask Della about it.

"Is he your young brother?" "Yes, my little brother," Della replied.

"And what house will he be?" "Will he come to Gryffindor?" Neville asked.

"I don't think so," said Dean. "The Bushes are all Hufflepuff."

"Ahem." Della coughed, she suggested Dean to look at her.

Dean made a sound, "well, maybe the Bush family has gone bad since Della."

Della raised her wand, grapevine, unicorn-hair. As soon as she did, Dean slipped off.

She was very curious about the magic spell when she first entered the school. She learned and practiced it in disorder. Everyone around her was hit by accident, Dean was twice hit. Once his nose turned into a radish, once his ear turned into a cactus, which pricked him scream.

She always thought it might be this that finally moved Fred.

Otherwise, he rejected many times, "I won't fall in love with a kid."

He called her little girl.

In fact, she was only one year younger than him.

When she stepped on the Hogwarts Express for the first time and walked into the magic world, she really hoped she could have more eyes and was about to walk on air. At this moment, Fred was running around on the train, like a large-size Dick.

He pointed at the person with his wand, with a pool of oil came out as a result. The person slipped and knocked him over. He got up and muttered, "why not glue?" as he picked up the fallen person. Noticing her staring, he made a face at her.

She thought the boy was much cute than Dick.

—She was blind at that time.

When the first time she learned magic spells, she felt it was amazing. She even practiced spells as she walked. Her magic spells worked from time to time. Once when on the table, a stream of water suddenly came out from the head of her wand and poured on Fred's head.

She found out it was the boy on the train, who was a year elder than her. She hastened to apologized when Fred and people behind in fits. "That's what my mom did to me when I didn't wash my face in the morning," he said.

People around laughed louder.

Another time was when she practiced turning matches to needles. The magic word was too difficult to succeed. Once she swished her wand and spoke out the spell loudly, a white light flashed and a box of matches on the teapot turned into needles.

Fred, who was talking to people in front of the fireplace, gave a whoop and clapped for her: "Good jobs!"

Her heart suddenly burned at that moment.

Maybe it's all about the filter. She knew by then that Fred was the twin she had always loved and was the one died in the end. She thought he was not only forthy and generous, but also heroic and humorous. In a word, she couldn't help loving him even he got up in the morning with his face unwashed and dirty remained on his eyes.

She had leukemia in primary school and died before finishing senior school. Before leaving that world, she hoped her parents would not grieve for her, have another child and raise him well.

When she came to the world of Harry Potter, she had new parents and a new family. She was determined to have a wonderful life: to work hard, to experience wonderful days, which would live up to this new life.

Therefore, after found out her affection, she couldn't wait for a minute and went to Fred at Christmas.

She told him she had a crash on him.

Fred grinned with perfunctory, "okay, okay. Had a bet with someone? Lost a game? Need to stand in the hallway and say you like him to the person who comes? Wow, I should have come later. Just now I saw Professor Snape walking toward this way. You're really lucky!"

Della: "… I'm truly fancy you."

Fred patted her head: "Ok, but I won't fall in love with a kid."

Della thought it's just a matter of age, but age wouldn't always be a problem. She chased after Fred, wrote her homework with him — although it would be "taught" by him into a mess — sat next to him at dinner, gave him gifts on Valentine's Day, Birthday and Christmas. She also wrote confession letters.

All in all, after a year of her persistence, Fred finally believed that she was not joking, but truly sought after him.

He was terrified.

He fled from her for a year. She could see his clothes disappear in the crowd several times.

There were many people in Gryffindor who stood for her pursuit. They thought it's funny.

Whenever she ran after Fred, someone would tell her, "com' on! He just passed by!"

Della dropped a thanks and ran after him.

Finally, at last Christmas, he accepted her. They had their first kiss in the arcade under the owlery.

Thought of the past, her heart suffered with somewhat sweet.

Although after a month they split up for the first time because of a very stupid thing.

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"Here, Della." Angelina beckoned her.

She quickly climbed into the carriage, Fred reached out and pulled her up. She sat as it moved. The carriage walked briskly along the boulevard to the castle. The ground reflected silvery white under the moonlight, the drizzle and fog pervaded in the air, as though the world was covered a layer of cold gauze.

George and Angelina sat together. Since she got in, the two had started an "intense conversation" to leave room to their newly reconciled couple.

Fred leaned up to her and asked, "hey, aren't you angry?" Della didn't look at him.

He craned his head under her face and made a face at her.

Della couldn't help bringing a grin. It's funny and stupid to have cockfighting eyes plus white eyes plus tongue against the tip of nose.

Everyone in the carriage chuckled and the atmosphere turned more relaxing. Angelina stopped the conversation with George and asked, "what's your brother's name?"

"Dick Bush." Della replied. "He's a naughty guy, always bullies Hannah at home."

"Sounds like a good boy." Fred said.

Della: "I beat him three times a day."

George and Angelina both burst into laughter.

Fred made a face at her brother, then leaned toward her ear and said, "I have something fun for you."

Della suddenly let out a smile, took out a toffee from her pocket, peeled off the wrapper, threw it away in the frightened sight of George and Fred, then she turned her head and took the sweet to Fred's mouth. "Come on, have one."

"No, no, no!" Fred pushed her delicate hand. The space was narrow in the carriage. He didn't dare to be hard, so he couldn't get away.

Angelina was surprised: "It's just a piece of sweet. You can take it."

George looked on his brother in danger and said with an evil grin, "yes, that's from Della, go and eat it."

Fred had no choice but to hide his mouth with hand and refuse to have it. The wrapper was thrown away, he would drag his long tongue into Hogwarts if he really took it.

Della snorted and put the toffee in her mouth.

"No, no, no!" Fred rushed to grab her: "Spit it out!"

George immediately took out a toffee and peeled it off. "Com' on, let her eat it."

Angelina looked at them suspiciously, "you let her eat the wrapper?"

Della chewed up the toffee against Fred's panicked face, then stuck out her tongue to show him, "I bought it from home."

Fred and George took a big breath of relief at once.

Angelina understood, holding her arms and smiled grimly: "I remember, you used to invite me to have a sweet." But she wanted to lose weight, so she didn't take it.

"Remember, Angelina, don't take any biscuit from their hands." Said Della.

"That's not good." Fred said.

"Yes, Della. It's his fault. Why count me in?" objected by George.

Fred turned around. "But bro, we're twins."

George put out his hand, "no way, bro. You let me go."

Fred moved his hand around his neck, as Della snorted heavily.

"So I thought I didn't have to be hated by Della with you." George said.

Angelina was interested: "So why did you break up this time?"

Della and Fred exchanged a sight and shook their heads together. "Nothing."

"It's not a big deal."