Author: Muduoduomu

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Chapter 10. The past

Saturday came the Quidditch match. But from breakfast in the morning, the ceiling showed stormy.

It's not much better outside than the cafeteria.

Della reckoned the match may be stopped by weather. But Wood, the captain of Gryffindor Quidditch team, went back and forth to see if it was raining. He thought it could go on as long as it rained a little bit lighter.

"We've been training for a long time! We will win this time!" he said.

He's not the only one crazy guy on the Quidditch team. Even Fred thought a little rain was all right, so did Harry.

Katie shrugged and put on a hat, "this is Quidditch."

Neither she nor Angelina flinched.

"They're crazy." Della said to Hermione, suddenly smelled the perfume on her scarf. Strangely enough, it didn't smell like Fred's sweater when used in someone else. Now it smelled like parchment and books, also good smelling. To Della, it smelled like Hermione.

"It smells good." She said.

Hermione blushed and nodded, "I think so. You know, I used to…" she shrugged, "be not interested. Now I admit they're a little useful." She sniffed her scarf and smiled, "it makes me feel good."

Harry was sitting next to her. Fortunately, he and Ron could sit next to Hermione now, but Ron still refused to be closed to Hermione, Harry had to sit between his two friends.

He sniffed at Hermione. "Yes, it smells good."

Hermione turned much redder, but she acted calm.

"What do you smell?" asked Della. Harry was blankly, "parchments and books, as well as the dragon blood ink…, desk, the smell of the library."

"That's what I feel." Della said, "this magical perfume seems to show their own fragrance on people."

Fred had finished eating. He heard the word when he got up. "Really?" He lowered his head and sniffed at Della's head, "then you smell like…" He blushed. "Good smelling."

Della looked at him curiously, sniffed on herself. She felt it was just an ordinary orange and flowers fragrance, sweet and sour.

She looked at Fred, suspected if he smelled something weird.

She asked Hermione: "What do you feel?"

Hermione sniffed and said, "orange candy, sweet and sour. My mouth is watering."

It's surely normal.

She kept asking Fred what he had smelled. It was a magic perfume after all. Did she smell bad from his perspective?

From his face, she inevitably had other associations.

She chased him all the way to the outside of the castle. He looked around the people, pulled her to the corner and said, "it's the taste of orange candy, I got when I kissed you."

Della's face turned red at once.

Fred thought the perfume was a good idea, and said he wanted one, too. What could he smell like?

He asked curiously if it smelled like orange when she bought. She shook her head in red, "no. I got your smell when I bought it."

Fred was instantly curious, he went after her to ask what his smell was.

But she refused to tell him. He kept asking her until he met his teammates.

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Della climbed to the stand. The seats were all wet. She stood in front of the rail, surrounding by Gryffindor. Hufflepuff were opposite them.

Hermione came out of nowhere. "You wouldn't worry later."

"When did you catch up?" Della was startled. When she followed Fred out of the cafeteria, Hermione was still eating breakfast, with her books piled on the table, and she didn't start packing, but now she had climbed up. "I thought you'd be late." Hermione was not interested in the game, she thought she would come in the half of the match, that would be the most excited part.

Hermione had nothing in her hand. It seemed she had returned to the dormitory and put down her bag — did she get Fleet-foot?

Hermione flipped her hair and thrust a small flag into her hand. "Here you are, take this." She made a lot and gave them to Gryffindor around. Hufflepuff on the opposite side found it, seemed upset. After a shortly discussion, they all took off their scarves and waved.

The moment she saw the entrance of players one by one, Della left behind everything and cheered for them loudly.

When Fred flew through them, he purposely came close to her and sent a kiss. Then he returned to his position in the gaze of Wood.

The match began.

Della was not interested in the Quidditch game. She only focus on Fred, cheered for his every hit, screamed for his every dangerous swerve, and applauded loudly for his every successful pelted.

Then George flew over to her and said, "you know, it's me who did the last successful hit."

He found Della seemed to be care about distinguishing their twins. But since their parents and brothers couldn't tell them apart, so it's interesting that Della cared so much.

As expected, Della changed colour. Just as George about to grin, a Bludger pelted by his brother roared towards him. He quickly turned back and hit the ball. Della suddenly stared at his hand.

When George looked back, she said, "you hold the club in a different position than Fred."

Before George realized, she smiled, "it wasn't you, it was Fred. I'm not mistaken."

George flew away, smiling. Hermione asked Della, "can you tell them apart now?" Della nodded. She couldn't before, but started from somewhen, she could. Maybe because they were more closed to each other this semester? They seldom had so many hugs and kisses in the past, and Fred hadn't hugged her, nuzzled her and stroked her hair as much as he did now — he loved her more than before, which showed from whenever he was in the same space with her, he would never put down his hand on her.

Della: "They smell different." It's amazing, but she thought she could distinguish George and Fred by nose now.

Hermione chuckled, "as if you were a dog."

Della giggled with her.

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The rain began to grow heavier, everyone was under the umbrella. It was too difficult to watch the game in the storm, not to mention the players, they even couldn't open their eyes against the wind and rain.

Hermione became more anxious. She left "I'll go down for a while", without waiting for Della's answer, she jostled into the crowd and went down the stand.

Gryffindor called a pause. Della saw Hermione say some words to Harry, take his glasses and do something with her wand. Moments later, the match resumed.

When she came back, she was all wet.

"You'll catch a cold." said Della.

Hermione couldn't wait to watch to the field. "Doesn't matter."

However, the rain was getting harder. To be honest, the players were staggered sideways in the storm. The match became a rough battle, but the audiences expressed higher enthusiasm.

The players of both Gryffindor and Hufflepuff were brave and worthy of admiration, not only in Della's mind, but most people around had the same feeling. Everyone paid more attention to the match.

For the first time Della found Angelina's movements were as powerful as men's, and Katie was so flexible to see her at all.

And Harry, he's like a swift, nimble in the rain. He did fly excellent, fast, was not only tidy and flexible, but also excel at operating the broomstick than the seeker of Hufflepuff. His broomstick seemed to know his mind, no matter went up or down, fast or slow, he always left another seeker behind.

Curtly said, the seeker of Hufflepuff could only kiss his bum and catch dust.

Wood was a terror for saving the ball. He was very cunning and would deliberately show his flaws to lead the shoot from Hufflepuff, but then suddenly jump out and hit the Quaffle back. He was top-notch at this. There were several times very close, but it turned out to be all at his mercy. Hufflepuff had only five successful scored so far, however, they had at least thirty times attacked. Many times they didn't get perfect angles, even Della could see it, while Wood was up to his old trick, lured them to shoot, and kept the Quaffle outside the hoop.

In this way, Hufflepuff became hesitated, they were afraid of another trap, and were too careful to miss some good opportunities.

Finally, turned to Fred and George, who were like ghosts. That's said, they frequently came out in alternation to play tricks on their opponents. When they saw the twin's swing and quickly dodged, the other usually waited for them running and hit them.

From Fred, when people were ready to move, it's hard to predict where they would be, while opposite to those running people. Besides, once they were in moving, it's hard to change their ways. Therefore, they almost hit the mark every time and rarely failed.

"Unless they drop from the broomsticks." He said with an evil grin.

In fact, they often knocked people off the broomsticks.

Just now, in front of her eyes, Fred and George played it again.

Della's sight followed Fred all the time. She applauded to them in the stand after their brothers succeeded and came together to clap.

Hermione said anxiously, "I can't see Harry!"

Della also looked up to the sky, hardly found any figure riding a broomstick among the heavy clouds.

Many of them in the stand noticed the missing of Gryffindor's seeker. They looked up in succession, hoping to see his figure.

People began to worry.

Fred and they started to fly up to find him.

By this time, Della shivered. Somehow, it suddenly occurred to her the moment she was lying in the hospital.

The pink wall was painted with little cute animals and kittycats. She huddled in the big hospital bed, with all kinds of chocolate, chips, and cookies beside her pillow.

She used to be in a strict diet, couldn't eat many things. When she could later, her mother bought a lot for her. Days after that, father told her that her mother was having a baby, who could save her life after birth.

She said she didn't want it, instead, she wanted the baby to accompany her mother and father for her.

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"Harry!" A shrill scream from Hermione exploded in her ears.

Della raised her head in a daze. Everything around her seemed unfamiliar.

The crowd began to rush to a place.

She followed the crowd down to the ground, made her way through the crowd and ran to the castle.

—For a while, just for a while, she wanted to be alone.