Author: Muduoduomu

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Chapter 39. Joyful Christmas

"Hey, bro." George came fro behind, held Fred's arm.

Fred didn't even throw him a look, "bro."

George fellow his sight, found Della in a red strapless dress, dancing with the Seventh grade Stoke, and his girlfriend had gone somewhere.

"Be happy, bro." George cast a glance to his foot, "didn't go to hospital wing for potion?"

"No. Della said to go with me — how did you know?" Fred finally gave his brother a look.

"I was there, leaving you some space for your poor limp." George blinked, "I said you a lot of nice words in front of her — she wasn't angry with you, was she?"

Fred let out an angry snort, like a dragon, ready to shoot fire and burn the whole place.

George turned his eyes around and saw the boys on the stage holding up their partners, and Della was laughing and being held high by Stoke, who seemed to be completely fascinated by this red haired angle.

George was surprised: "Look at her tiny waist!"

Yes, her waist was indeed thin. When he put Della down, he didn't seem to let go of the girl.

Fred stared darkly at his twin brother: "That girl is mine."

George raised his hands and retreated cautiously: "Of course, bro, I have no objection." He looked at the dance floor again and made a suggestion: "Let's go to the hospital wing to get a potion, so that you can catch up with the next song. Come on, bro." He held Fred up, "let's go. The earlier we come back, the earlier you'll get your girlfriend back from other man."

For the sake of world peace and the image of Hogwarts, George felt that he had done a great job in pulling Fred away from here in time, and Professor McGonagall should give him credit.

You would never feel tired when you danced.

Della didn't count how many song she did, but she was still vigorous. She stopped because she thought of Fred, and what she promised him was "just a song."

God knew! She was just going to dance only one song and go back to him!

When she came down of the dance floor and faced to an empty seat, guilt came up.

"Della, why not? Are you tired? Shall I get you a drink?" Stoke fellow her from the dance floor, looked at the seat and said to her, "Fred? I saw him go with someone else."

Della supposed that if there was one thing she didn't have to worry about, it must be that Fred would be cheating — he never had that energy.

"With George?" She guessed.

Stoke didn't expect she had that right in intuition, "yes, They may have something to do. The twins have been together all the time."

Della sat down. "Oh, they might have gone to the hospital wing. I'll wait for him here, you can go back and have a dance."

Stoke scratched his head and went for two drinks. "I'll be with you."

Della took the drink and asked curiously, "why don't you go to Tina? Did you have a row?"

Stoke laughed, "A row? Like you and Fred? No, we've never been that. Tina and I, we will probably break up after graduation, and this ball is a perfect farewell for both of us."

Maybe the vibes were proper, Della was forced to listen a love story in which both sides could only reach to the acceptance line but never progress to a good one.

"…So, I've always envied Fred, he has you, and you really love each other. But, I don't know if I will meet love or a girl I really love. Obviously, Tina is not the one. We can't move each other. Maybe in the beginning, we all moved when we're together, but it didn't last, it soon disappeared. We didn't give up, but right before the graduation, we found that there was really nothing between us."

Stoke looked at her with starlight in his eyes.

"You said you envied Fred and me, then you look at me in this way?" Della laughed.

Stoke readily admitted, "yes, I'm trying to hook you up. You love him so deeply, if you were with me, maybe we can have it all."

Della shook her head. "I love him because he's Fred, instead of any man, I would love with all my heart. He's the one."

Stoke was interested: "What's different?" Della: "The most different is because he's Fred."

Stoke exclaimed, "that's why you're enviable."

Fred popped up in intact, he stood in front of Stoke, politely asked him to stand up, and not to sit next to his girlfriend, or he would teach him a lesson.

Stoke had drunk two bottles of Butterbeer, though it didn't contain any alcohol, he still decided to be drunk: "Fred, do you remember the year you joined the Quidditch Team? I beat you on the grass in five minutes for you to get up."

Fred began to crack his knuckles, while George stood by him said, "I should tell you first, I can't beat him for you."

"Why? We're bro!"

George: "Bro, I've wasted several songs to accompany you to the hospital wing, now I'm going to Angelina. See you later."

With that, George left.

Fred looked at Stoke, who's stuck on the stool, he had to sit on the other side of Della, "well, for the sake of your broken relationship, as your classmate, I will overlook you this time."

"Broken?" Della was surprised.

Fred: "Tina was on a term with Steve, wanted to break up with him."

"Oh." Della then deemed that he was forcing to smile.

Stoke praised Fred in shock, "you're so cunning." He was not sad, but obviously didn't want her sympathy, especially when he wanted to seduce her. He took his beer and left.

After driving all unsightly people, Fred invited Della to dance.

"Come on, let's have a dance. I can do it all night!"

He pulled her into the floor and did dance with her till midnight, when no one left, they went back to the common room and kept dancing in front of the fireplace.

At midnight, the Christmas presents were sent by owls and elves.

Fred picked his up, handed it to Della and looked at her expectantly.

It's a five inches square box with gold and red wrapping paper, very beautiful.

…Only a lipstick, why he chose such a big box?

Or, were there more than one?

Consider for his being cheated, although made some money for selling Canary Cream, was it overwhelming for buying so many lipsticks for her? Actually, she did not like lipstick that much, for having a lot of them, but she still wanted to buy them once she saw new arrival.

Magic lipstick was amazing! She once bought one with attracting butterflies on the lips when applied it standing in the flowers!

Magical!

She always thought it was very beautiful if she applied this lipstick on a date.

Fred would be fascinated by her!

Della calmed her excitement and unfolded the box.

With a small figure immediately popped out, seeing Della in a red face, happy look, he jumped on her hand, holding her fingers and kissing.

Except he can't speak, he's Fred.

Della held this little man, about five or six inches tall, which astonished her very much.

She didn't expect him to make it!

"It's a little difficult. It requires a couple of particularly complex spells and two forbidden ones." Fred came up and explained with pride, "I've looked up a lot of books and tried several ones, but that spell hasn't worked, it can't reproduce my actions. In fact, this kind of figure is not completely imitated from himself, it can only be like a photo, reproduces the person at the moment when the spell succeeds."

The figure was annoyed to see Fred leaning against Della, and raised his fist trying to throw his warning.

Della couldn't help loving it: "he's so cute!" she immediately held it in front of him, gently kissed it, comforted him from being angry and jealous.

Fred glared and snatched the little man from her hands. "How can you kiss it!" He was furious.

"He's Fred!" Della was surprised.

"No, he isn't!" Fred began to regret sending it. He looked around for the dustbin and planned to throw the figure away.

"No way!" Della grabbed it back, smiled and kissed him on the face. "Thank you for the figure, I love it very much! Good night."

Fred's anger was extinguished by the kiss.

He watched her run up the stairs, suddenly found himself and ran after her: "wait a minute! What do you do with it when you sleep!" "He can sleep on my pillow!" Her figure disappeared lightly at the end of the stairs. How wonderful, Fred would be on the pillow side, once she woke up, she could see him.

"No! No way!" Fred rushed up the stairs of the girls' dormitory, but only four or five steps, the steps suddenly turned into a slide and he slid down.

George came down from above to find her brother, "girls' dormitory are not allowed for boys, you know."

"…Damn."