Author: Muduoduomu
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Chapter 38. He should have taken potion with Della!
Fred didn't know if he had been so nervous since he was born.
He had never been afraid of anything, except today.
He didn't know how he got out of the Room of Requirement, how he went back to the common room to change clothes and ran to the dining room.
When running on the way, he didn't know whether he wanted to see Della waiting for him or hoped she had left.
He hoped she had gone in.
In this way, he didn't have to face her. Maybe she could have a good time without him.
But he was also afraid of not seeing her.
Did that mean he lost her again?
He never told her, in fact, every time she said goodbye, he thought she was serious. However, because she loved him more and couldn't leave him, she came back to him.
He enjoyed her love, saturated her love, and attached to her love. If she did take back her love, he didn't know how he would be.
He wheezed to the dining room, which was empty.
His heart fell into the abyss.
He didn't give up, looking around, almost hoping that Della was hiding somewhere.
But no.
She's not here.
Had she gone in yet?
Who did she go in with?
Did they dance?
Did she have a good time?
He wanted her to be happy.
Then he can apologize to her tomorrow. He had made a Christmas present for her, will she be happy to see it tomorrow? Or not?
Maybe she didn't want that anymore.
Fred squatted down, then sat down, on the steps, straightening his legs.
He had a fall just now.
He wiped his mouth, there's blood. He knocked his teeth and bit his lips.
He laughed.
He can't get in in this way.
He scratched his hair — he didn't wash his hair nor his face, he just changed into a dress — and it was a second-hand one.
Fortunately, he didn't go in, or he would have made her embarrassed.
He covered his face and lay down.
Breathing slowly calmed down.
A person came down from above and sat down next to him. The soft skirt fell beside him like a stream, with a charming fragrance.
It's the smell of Della.
She tasted like orange candy.
He flung his hand down, sat up and looked back.
Della sat on the step next to him and made faces at him.
"You blockhead."
Fred relaxed and nodded, "I'm a blockhead."
"You're too late. They're all dancing." Della complained.
Fred lay down and took her hand. "Sorry."
"You made me miss the first dance."
"Sorry."
"We'd better slip in at the third one, so that no one will notice us."
"Sorry."
Della touched his red, swollen and bruised lips. "Does it hurt?" He bit off a piece.
Fred nodded and acted pouty.
Della: "Shell we go to the hospital wing for some potions?" Fred leapt to his feet: "No! I'm good!"
Della: "…Not anymore?" Fred made a grimace, hissed, but replied stubbornly, "no."
Della sighed for his childishness: "you're like Dick!"
Fred was confused.
"He's afraid of drinking potions, while you're almost seventeen!"
Fred said affectionately, "honey, I like everything you give me — except the potions."
They slipped in at the beginning of the third dance, no one noticed them. Everyone was dancing, with the wizard rock.
Music was probably something without borders.
She held Fred to the corner, sat down, and went to get food and drink.
He had a bruised leg and obviously couldn't go dancing with her.
It's happened to her that she hasn't got anything for today's ball and has been hungry all day, now that she could grab some food.
Fred also said he had been doing experiments today and didn't have meal.
The two ate sandwiches with the dazzling magic flash and the singing of Weird Sisters, hardly to figure out what they were eating.
"So, how's your work?" In order to hear each other clearly, they sat very close and spoke in ears.
Della asked him, "since you missed our date, did you make it? Is it still Skiving Snackboxes?"
Fred nodded and shook his head. "We all thought it would be a best-selling product, but We're doing something else. Keep it secret." He blinked.
Struck hard by the bad news of missing the dance and not being able to dance on the dance floor, Della waved her hand, "don't tell me, I don't want to know."
Fred: "Ok, ok, I'm telling you." And said it in her ear.
They planned to develop four product lines.
Della nodded casually. "That's good."
It was divided into boys and girls under the age of 14 and adolescences.
Della asked, "what's the difference?"
Fred: "The difference is whether they're falling in love."
It's a good way to distinguish.
There were also some products that everyone likes. They didn't all rely on new products to attract customers, such as cards, wizard chess and so on, which had a fixed customer base.
"I want to stack shelves full so that customers can't stop for a day after they come in!" He talked a lot about how to set up shop windows and booths, as well as the display products at the door of the store.
Della listened as her eyes kept turning around the dance floor. When he finished, she grabbed the chance to said, "emm… How about I go to dance for a while? You can stay here." Fred froze for a moment, only to realize that his girlfriend had been distracted.
Well, it's a ball, everyone's dancing, while they're sitting there talking about how to running a shop. It's boring indeed.
"I can go with you!" He wanted to jump up, but sat back in an instant.
His foot seemed to have been really hurt.
Della said thoughtfully, "don't. Listen, I'll go down and dance for a while, will be back with you soon." With that, she lifted her skirt, gave him a scratchy cheek kiss, and happily squeezed into the crowd.
Della's beautiful, he always knew that. Now he found that the dress gave a nice contrast to her long and white arms, slender neck and chest, as well as her glossy skin at her back. Her tiny waist was tied by a belt, catching boys' eyes.
After a while, a boy left his girl and turned to Della, even smiled to her!
Fred was anxious to knock the teeth out of his mouth!
His wanted to stand up, and took her away from the boy!
But he sat back.
His foot really hurt.
…
He should have gone with Della just now!