Author: Muduoduomu

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Chapter 22. The hickey

The next day, they were all woken up before five in the morning.

It's still dark.

Della, Hannah and Hermione slept in Ron's room, while Ron and Harry had to go to stay with Weasley's eldest son, Bill, and the second son, Charlie.

Ron hated being in the same room with his older brother, but Harry and Charlie had a good time talking. Charlie used to be a chaser in Gryffindor. In those seven years, Gryffindor always got the Quidditch Cup. He was excellent.

He said to Harry, "if it hadn't been for the dragons, I would have gone to the Cannons."

They talked about Quidditch all night, so hotly that they even agreed to continue correspondence later.

So, when they got to the dining room and sat at the table, Harry even grabbed his socks in his hands and forgot to wear them.

Fred and George look a little more sober than the rest of the table. They are all wearing Muggle youth's favourite jeans and hooded jackets.

Mr. Weasley wanted to look good. He wore a football shirt and jeans.

They compared their Muggle clothes at the table to see whose were better.

"Harry, of course." Ron said, "he grew up in the Muggle world."

Harry pulled at the huge Hoodie and grossly fat pants of his cousin — his cousin had two hundred pounds, maybe three hundred.

He shook his head and said, "no, even Mr. Weasley is better dressed than me."

At this time, Della and Hermione arrived.

Hermione followed Della, smiling.

And Della, her dress shocked everyone.

She was wearing a half waistcoat with a wide opened neckline, inside which could see a sports bra with a half waist exposed, and she was wearing a pair of denim shorts and a pair of dragon-hide boots.

What's more, with no idea how she changed her complexion, now she looks tanned.

There was nobody speaking in the dining room for a moment.

Seeing this, Hermione said, "Della is very, very beautiful! Is it, Harry?"

Harry held his glasses and looked at the shocked faces of other wizards at the table. He nodded positively and said, "yes, it's very beautiful. In my uncle's neighbourhood, girls dress like this in summer. "

Mrs. Weasley, Molly came to urge everyone to sit down. She also praised Della's clothes: "It's beautiful! Only young girls dare to wear this! Look at your little waist!" Then she served Della a plate of fried sausages.

Della took the toast and wanted to have jam. She asked Fred, "pass me the cranberry sauce, please."

Fred's face was as bad as ever, seeing Ron's eyes still on Della, he kicked him hard under the table.

Then he threw the cranberry sauce to Della.

Della was not happy either. "Be polite."

Fred began to hardly cut, chew and rattle the plates and forks.

Seeing Della's face get worse, George whispered to his brother, "be happy, I guess Della wants you to see how good she looks. So if you don't behave better, you'll have a big fight."

Fred took a deep breath and got better.

While they were still not very good after that.

Fred wanted to talk to Della, but Della didn't — his reaction just now was really hurtful!

She had been holding Hermione, Hermione had to accompany her.

Hannah was with Ginny. Dick was at the front. He lived in Percy's house last night. When he came down this morning, he whispered to Della that he had seen Percy's girlfriend.

"He had her photo, and put it under the pillow!" Dick felt sick.

Like Della and Fred, he had no idea why Della had been very good at home, but she fell in love with a boy as soon as she went to school. It's disgusting!

Although he still liked Della, he would never like Fred.

"Don't be that mean," Della said, "you'll like someone sooner or later."

"No, I won't." Dick said with certainty and went straight to the front.

Hermione comforted Della: "Boys are like this. In this respect, boys mature much later than girls."

Della took a look at Fred. "Is he the same?"

Hermione laughed. "No, he's just jealous." She pointed to Della, "It's so nice of you to wear this. He's jealous of all the boys who look at you."

The jealousy reached to peak when they met Cedric Diggory, the handsome guy of Hufflepuff.

Fred took her far and ran in front of everyone.

When Della saw there's no one behind her, she refused to run, and shook off his hand — she was still angry.

"We'll get lost." She said, ready to get back.

He grabbed her. "No, I know where the place is. George and I used to run over and ride broomsticks."

It was silence.

She turned her back to him since she knew his eyes were on her.

—Her back was burning.

But he didn't talk nor do anything.

She couldn't hold but back her head and asked him unconfidently, "don't I look good?" Fred came over in one step.

—Were his legs that long? "Good." His eyes were on her, in thirsty.

Then he hugged her.

They kissed.

He had never been so charming, so manly.

Della was loopy.

She felt his hands under her vest and on the shorts.

She pushed him away.

She never thought he was so look like a Dementor.

She didn't even dare to see what's the expression on him and ran back to Hermione.

He chased after her, and they came back like taking a race.

Everyone was curious.

But nobody dared to ask. They were politely changing the topic.

Mr. Weasley and Mr. Diggory were looking at the map. The boys were talking about Quidditch.

Ron was looking at her all the time. He seemed to want to say something but was pulled away by Harry.

"So…" Hermione began to wonder what they did.

Della was secretly wiping her mouth at the moment when others were not paying attention.

"Don't rub it, it's more obvious now." Hermione whispered.

Della: "Was the lipstick wiped off?" Hermione gave a look at Fred, "well, yours not." It suddenly occurred to Della that…

She jerked her head and looked at Fred!

On his mouth!

"Hi, bro." George stared at Fred's mouth and hesitated.

"Well?" Fred had been looking at Della, his eyes couldn't move away from her.

George decided not to say it, but conscience prompted him to give his brother a piece of advice, "if someone asks you what's wrong with your mouth, you can say you have eczema at the mouth."

Fred turned his head in confusion. "Come again?" George: "If you want to know, you can borrow a mirror from Della."

Fred stepped over when he heard he had to go to Della.

"What should I do?" Della grabbed Hermione, "think about it!"

Hermione: "Well, this is a magic lipstick. It… Do you know how long does it last?" Della: "A week." Hermione: "But we have nothing now! There's no way to wash it out! And… I don't know how to do…"

Then Fred came.

He stood in front of Della, apparently unaware of what was on his mouth and around it.

He smiled, "hi."

Then followed with her.

Hermione prompted walked away.

In Fred's loving eyes, Della couldn't confess.

Mainly because she didn't know how to solve it.

She asked, "if I do something wrong and make you look ugly, will you be angry with me?" Fred smiled and shook his head. "No, how could? I will not be angry with you."

Della: "Really not?"

Fred: "Definitely."

Della: "Ok…"

She took Fred's hand and decided to keep up with him!

Therefore, when they successfully arrived at the stadium, they met many people at the campsite.

And their classmates.

When they saw Fred and Della holding hands, they would snigger at Fred's face and look at Della admiringly.

"Oh, Fred!"

"Well done, Della!"

All the way, everyone was looking at his face. Fred finally found out there's something on his face. He touched his face hesitantly.

What's wrong?

Seeing that there was no way to hide it, Della said, "when you are in the tent, you can look in the mirror."

Fred covered his face. "What prank did you use on my face? Is it what I give you?"

Della: "It's not a prank…"

When the tent was set up, Fred rushed in first, and then stood in front of mirror.

His mouth! Around! It's all lipstick! Anyone could see what he just did!

Mr. Weasley also stood in front of the mirror, he looked at his son's face and said, "oh, it's nothing. I've also had this kind of hickey before, which made me afraid of looking up in school for a week."

Fred: "…A week?!"