Author: Muduoduomu
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Chapter 8. The knotting love
Della followed Headmaster Dumbledore back to the Gryffindor tower.
What a novel experience.
A variety of the figures in the paintings on the corridors and stairs on the road said hello to Headmaster Dumbledore. They were not so enthusiastic to students at ordinary times.
They also met the ghost of Gryffindor, Nearly Headless Nick. It's said that he was a knight and had a sense of justice. When they met him at the entrance of the stairs, he patrolled back and forth in dashing, unsheathed his sword when heard any movement, and looked around vigilantly.
Seeing Headmaster Dumbledore, he immediately said, "Headmaster, I'm patrolling here!"
"Very good, Sir Nicholas!" Headmaster Dumbledore replied at once, "we need such a warm-heart and brave person as you!"
Nearly Headless Nick was encouraged and stepped more vigorously.
Della couldn't help bearing more solemn and respectful to Sir Nicholas. She never knew this name of the ghost, she used to regard him as a funny role.
Compared with Headmaster Dumbledore, she had a lot to learn.
She said to the ghost, "thank you so much for your protection, Sir." With one hand holding on her heart, she looked like a delicate young lady.
Nearly Headless Nick gave her an elegant court ceremony, it seemed that he would like to give her a hand-kissing. "Dear miss, you can rest assured."
When they were far away, the ghost was still in patrolling, with joyful. After all, he met a lord and a miss, both of them expressed their gratitude and respect to him. What else did a knight need? Nothing!
Dumbledore looked at Della with a smile, "I always thought you and Fred were a perfect match, you're both excellent childen. That's better if you can give me an invitation when you get married in the future."
It were a song in her heart, "headmaster, if you like, I'd like to invite you to perform our wedding!"
"Excuse me." Professor Snape suddenly appeared at the intersection as if he had come out of the ground.
Della let out a silent scream!
It showed mocking in his eyes — God! Think about what she just said! What if he spoke out?! She would be deadly teased at!
Della wanted to die!
"Severus, I'm looking for you." Headmaster Dumbledore said, "wait a second." Then he turned to Della, "Della, can you go by yourself when you get here?" Della immediately replied, "of course. Good night, headmaster. Good night, professor." Then she wished she could ride the broomstick and fly away!
She hurried back to Gryffindor. As she scrambled into the hole, she heard professor McGonagall's voice in the common room, she shivered. Everyone inside standing or sitting were listening to Professor McGonagall.
Professor McGonagall was a little chilly, but as usual to her, "Miss Bush, you're a little late. Now stand among your friends."
Della's voice had never been so ladylike: "yes, professor. Right now, professor." Then she wished she couldn't shrink into a Puffskein to slip into the crowd and disappear fast enough.
As she huddled in the crowd, she heard Professor McGonagall saying, "…The Ministry of Magic sent people to catch the fugitive. I hope that during the period of time, you'll not run around…"
Harry became the focus of the crowd.
Everyone knew the fugitive was coming for him and his life.
It made Harry annoyed.
Especially when Professor McGonagall said to him, "I hope you're capable of doing the right thing this time and not making mistakes again."
He knew that professor was referring to his previous night-out, annoyed but couldn't refute it, so he just bowed his head and promised, "yes, professor."
Professor McGonagall snorted, glanced at the troubled twins, Fred and George, then finally settled on Della.
"I hope you understand it's not the time for you to play tricks on your cleverness."
She turned to go out, but suddenly came in Headmaster Dumbledore and Professor Snape.
The former cheered Gryffindor while the later made them wrinkled their noses.
"Albus?" asked doubtfully by Professor McGonagall. Then she thought of Della and took a look at her, who lowered her head and didn't know what she was doing.
She just made up a stupid lie and played with her cleverness, but forgot she was a girl. Now it appeared that she did say an important thing to the headmaster at least.
"Nothing, I just came to have a look," said Dumbledore with a smile.
Gryffindor watched Headmaster Dumbledore take Professor Snape and Professor McGonagall to visit their dormitories, each of them. The boys' first — blankets fell on the ground, dirty socks went everywhere. Then to girls' — in fact, it was almost the same: clothes were piled on the bed, books were on the ground.
Headmaster Dumbledore even picked up the Puffskein on Della's pillow and rubbed it with a smile.
Della had no idea whether they had found the mouse or not.
After the headmaster and professors left, it was time to go to bed, Ron came out to take his snacks into bedroom. He said to Della and Fred, who could hardly spare time to sit and talk together, that his mouse had gone.
Ron said in fear, "I hope he's not eaten."
Fred didn't want to deal with his little brother, so he waved and said, "don't worry, Ron. He may just have died somewhere. He's lived long enough." He was looking at Della's homework and correcting it for her. When Ron left, he turned to her but found she had been looking at Ron all the time. He also looked back at his insignificant brother, covered his heart and said, "tell me you're not in love with someone else."
"Yes." answered Della casually.
Fred gave a Whoa, but his face was not as relax as he used to tell jokes. He tittered: "Who is he? I want to give him a present."
"Toffee?"
"More than toffee," he shrugged, "I have a lot of tricks." He looked around. There were not many people in the common room now, most of them had gone upstairs.
He came close and whispered to Della, "listen, I'm sorry. I forgot…"
"Forgot that you had told Angelina to come to me, forgot I was waiting for you." Della went on for him.
Silence, embarrassment and anger spread.
The few who were left quickly got up and went upstairs.
The fireplace crackled.
"Are we going to break up again?" Fred shrugged, grimaced and wanted to smile, but he's upset, he didn't want to break up. Every time they broke up, he's afraid this time Della really couldn't stand him and leave him.
God, he really loved her.
He clung to her hand and waited for her sentence.
Adjudicated his fate.
Della was silent, she's thinking.
At last she shook head. "No. I don't want to break up with you. I love you. Although we have problems, we can…" overcome.
Didn't finish, she was kissed.
She was cradled in Fred's arms and kissed hard.
It was cut when George went down to find his brother and see if they quarrelled again for break-up.
Although he went back to stairs at once, he still gave them a strike.
Della was breathing heavily, a little confused about time and place. She grabbed Fred's hand out of her shirt, stepped on his feet and ran upstairs angrily.
She even didn't dare to look at his face.
And expression.
Her own face was so hot that could fry eggs.
George hugged the wall to leave space for Della's madly rushing. Then he came down and looked at his brother.
"Whoa," he bantered, "you're fuming." His brother looked like a chimney, burning red in both sides.
"Shut up." Fred was panting violently, with his eardrum beating. He could hear his heart beat and the sound of flowing blood, seemed loudly enough to be heard by George.
He couldn't help licking his lips, in numb, but the feeling was clearly imprinted on him. He felt he would never forget this kiss in his life.
George looked down and said, "you've better calm down to go up, bro. We have three roommates."
Fred roughly covered with his scarf. He's still shaking.
George: "…It was made by Della."
Fred picked up the scarf as if he had been scalded.
George: "…want me to leave you alone?"
It was answered by a book thrown from his brother.
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The next morning, Ron finally convinced his mouse was gone. He thought the culprit was Hermione's cat, so he kicked her cat as it passed.
Hermione jumped up and hugged Crookshanks. The two quarrelled fiercely.
Della watched beside them. The more she listened, the angrier she felt: Ron was unreasonable — perhaps because she didn't like Weasley now.
Moreover, Hermione was about to cry.
Della shaved Ron's head directly with her wand.
When Ron's red hair fell, the common room went in silence.
Hermione's tears were scared back.
Ron kept touching his bald head, looking at his falling hair, choked: "No, no, no…"
He looked at Della and felt unfairly treated, then turned to Hermione. There were tears in his eyes.
He grabbed his bag from Harry, turned and rushed out of the common room.
Romilda Vane held her heart, "oh, my god…" She turned to Della and said, "this time you're really going too far, Della."
She turned to Fred, "aren't you going to say something?"
Fred was drooling all over Della. His eye sight was attached to her since she came downstairs.
George: "No, don't ask him now."
Fred, a step behind, responded to Romilda Vane: "Of course Della is right." He went to Della and want to hug her. While thought of his misbehaved hands last night, she glared at him ferociously. He had to flinch, "good job, dear," and gave her a thumb up.
Everyone laughed off, started to go out from the hole to the dining room.
When arrived at the dining room, Ron Weasley's new nickname had come out. Like Dick, they were elder Baldy and younger Baldy. Although Ron didn't eat breakfast and ran to Madam Pomfrey to take the potion. After that, his hair grew again, but his nickname "Elder Baldy" had still gained popular.
He hated Della, but Fred was waiting at the door after her Herbology class — he never did it before. He took Della's bag and said, "I've warned Ron not to get Hermione in trouble."
At lunch time, George "ratted" on Della at table. "He went to warn Ron not to trouble you."
Fred kicked George and asked Della gently, "would you like a lamb chop, honey?"
"Be normal. Stay away from me." Della "threatened" Fred with a knife. He made her goose bumps.
Fred looked at her with "doted" sight.
She did get goose bumps.
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His abnormality lasted for two weeks, and finally stopped trying to be her followers. She breathed a sigh of relief and for the first time realized that "inseparable" love was a sort of torture.
When she told it to her friends, Hermione, Angelina and Katie all in fits.
Della was reflecting on herself, "did I put so much pressure on him before?" Then she did it wrong.
Hermione quickly comforted her, "you are not so much as he is. You've never waited for him after class."
That's because he always ran away after class, and she couldn't meet him after going through half of the school to wait for him at the door.
—She was horrified to find that is was because she couldn't instead of didn't!
As a result, she really used to be a stalker.
Angelina burst into tears, laughed and suddenly told a secret: "You know, when Fred accepted you, we always thought he wanted to play a trick on you."
"Because I've been hounding him too much?" she asked.
Angelina looked at her and nodded, laughing uncontrollably, "you talked to him every day, must sit beside him when you eat. You stared at him every meal he took. Even if he talked to others, you would listen attentively." She took a look at Katie and they nodded together. "It's really scary."
Della looked blankly, "I thought I finally touched him." How could he be moved if he was mad by her?
Three girls exchanged a look, they found they said too much and make trouble to the couple!
Then they change their tune right away.
Angelina said quickly, "of course, you moved him."
Katie followed and assured, "yes, he's moved for you! I remember a time when you didn't come to watch him play Quidditch, he looked back on the broomstick all the time and almost fell down."
Hermione was more honest. "I guess it's finally you're tall. You're five feet six. You're a big girl, and pretty as well." She took it for granted, "isn't it normal for him to be attracted by you?"
Of course not!
She thought he was moved by her true affections!
Instead of her flesh body!
Fred finished the Quidditch training and ran away, leaving Wood's calling behind.
"We are going to have match next week!" Wood was angry.
George said, "no way. He can't hear God's call now. You can tell me, it's all the same."
Wood had no idea but to. "Well, remember to tell George, victory…"
George said with him: "—must be ours." He nodded hard, showing he had a strong memory. "Ok, Wood. I'll remember to tell him. You have been saying in our ears every day this week, I promise we'll never forget even in our dreams."
Fred took a bath and ran into the dining room with his hair dripping. Seeing Della and Hermione were doing their homework, he rushed there, panting.
Della looked up, saw he was sniffing at his sweater-front — he must be thinking whether it was clean or worn.
"Hi!" He said enthusiastically, sat down next to her.
Hermione muttered with "ok, ok" chant as she picked up her homework and changed her sit.
To leave the couple a space.
Fred looked at his better half in passion, but Della's eyes were full of doubt and examination.
"What's up?" He quickly recalled everything he had done recently — he had done nothing wrong.
At least didn't do anything wrong to Della.
He was a good boyfriend, the best one.
Della: "What do you love about me?" "Oh." Fred was surprised to hear this question at once — everyone knew the answer! Every woman would ask her better half about that. But when he replied, he still couldn't help himself being afraid that he would not answer good enough.
"All." When he finished, he felt that only one word was too little to describe, he began to count from the beginning: "your hair, your eyes, your lips, your smell…"
Della's face was getting worse.
"Anything of you." Fred said affectionately, wished he could kiss her right here.
Della was silent for a while and said, "I don't think you love me that much."
Fred was at a loss. Wasn't that enough? He immediately racked his brain to think.
Not far from them, Hermione couldn't help covering her face.
"God…help me…" She murmured.