[HP] Dali's Bread

Dali was suddenly looking forward to Homecoming, as if she was going there for the first time.

She could end those days of endlessly strumming notes.She stretches her legs and puts nail polish on her toenails.Sit at the table and wear the newly bought single apple earrings to the earlobe.He opened the drawer, thought twice, and put the cigarettes in the suitcase.

Petunia didn't lose her composure like that day again. She and Vernon took Dali to King's Cross Station, she pouted her mouth, and then swallowed all the words.Her daughter is a witch, and nothing she says will change it.

Dali crossed platform nine and three-quarters, stepped into the train with her suitcase, and outside a carriage not far away, she saw Harry—surrounded by a group of people, except for the Weasleys, And Moody, Lupine, and that purple-haired (now pink) witch Tonks.She also believed that the big black dog was Sirius.He didn't pay attention to Dali, who was busy talking to the other people who saw him off.

Dali took a few more glances, then turned around and walked to the other side of the carriage where he was.It stands to reason that she never revealed Sirius' secrets, but they still wouldn't trust her.

She didn't find Luna, but just happened to see Millicent crowded into the box with one person and two people. Dali put the luggage away and sat opposite her.

"I'm waiting for my boyfriend." Millicent meant that she had taken his place.

"When did you find your boyfriend?" Dali began to gossip, "Just sit for a while until your boyfriend comes."

"This summer vacation." Millicent blushed, and her smile became simple and honest, "We met while traveling."

"Nice summer vacation." Dali was about to say a few words, the door of the box was opened, and an ordinary-looking boy walked in, calling Millicent's name affectionately, Dali shut her mouth, and looked sideways. Turned around to give way.

The speed of the train increased, and the houses outside the window flashed backwards, and she was shaking as she stood there.

"Dursley."

Her heart suddenly seemed to stir up waves, she hadn't seen the person in front of her for nearly a month, but there was actually no difference.

It's just that the prefect badge on his chest is a little shiny.

"Look!" He beckoned her over, pointing to the P medal on his chest.

No, the first thing you say when you meet after such a big event is to show off that you are a prefect?

"Ah, that's great." Dali said perfunctorily, and added after a while, "Who's the other one?"

"Pencey."

She knew it.

"Congratulations, I knew you would be fine." Dali gave another polite compliment.

"It's 100% a thing. I've been ready since I first arrived at Hogwarts, Dursley—oh, by the way, didn't you find a seat?" He walked to a box in three steps and two steps He opened the door before, said something to the people inside, and walked out from there with his two servants. If Draco's is called growing taller, Goyle and Crabbe are called eating fertilizer, she thinks the two of them It is not easy to occupy a box.

Draco was gesturing for her to come in, so to speak, she didn't have a seat anyway.When she walked into the box, she saw that the box was really messy, and the leftover boxes of chocolate frogs were thrown around... She picked up a wizard card that fell on the floor, and it was Dumbledore Lido, with the sound of Draco locking the door with a spell, Dumbledore on the card also slipped away.

She was surrounded by someone from behind, and all the heat was sprayed on her earlobe - she believed that her green apple earrings would turn red, it was too itchy and extremely ambiguous, making her tremble subconsciously, wanting to leave him embrace.

And Draco seemed to have received some signal, he turned her body around, and pushed her to the leather seat on one side in the next second, but the seat couldn't cross her height alone, which made her stand on one leg On the ground, the other one is stepping on the wall of the box opposite.He pressed up impatiently, with one leg bent, his knee pressed between her thighs, his hands were not so honest, the kiss became aggressive, and fell on her forehead, between the eyebrows, the bridge of the nose, lips, chin... when When his head reached his collarbone, Dali couldn't take it any longer, and she quickly stepped on his stomach with one foot, forcing a distance between them.

"Is your brain alright? Malfoy." Her face was hot, and she only held a wizard card in her hand, so she threw the card in his face, and of course the piece of paper bounced off easily.He grabbed the card with quick eyes and hands, and when he saw the name written on the back, he said disgustedly: "Oh... old bee, isn't the chance of this thing appearing in the chocolate frog too high?"

"Hey! I want to ask you something!" Dali was dissatisfied with him changing the topic to collecting games, so she stretched her legs and kicked him a few times as a reminder.

"I just miss you." He pinched her thigh with his hand, he didn't know what he was sighing, he stood up again, pulled her up from the strange position, and brushed the hair around her ear by the way, Twirling her earlobe lightly, "I've found your sensitivity, Dursley."

"what?"

Before she could figure out what it meant, Draco was about to start demonstrating to her himself, he held her face close to him, and instead of continuing to kiss him, he just tilted his head and blew in his ear.Dali immediately felt a tingling electric current sweeping through her whole body.Then he smirked, bit her earlobe, and swirled the tip of his tongue around her little apple earrings.

"No, no..." Dali's breath is completely unstable now, this is more shy than kissing at any time, her voice is broken and broken, reason still prevails, after all, they can't Really misfired on the train!It's scary!

She really put all her strength into pushing him away this time—her disheveled clothes and misty eyes, and he was celebrating the triumph of opening a new land.

"Ask again, is there something wrong with your mind?"

She sat opposite him, keeping her distance as much as possible.

"You're just out of your mind!" Well, it seems to be normal, but I can't control my mouth.

"Tell me about the summer vacation." Dali finally sorted out her mood.

"It's all right, I know your accusation is invalid, and you're in front of me now, aren't you?" Draco said nonchalantly.

"Your prefect medal is a gold medal for immunity?" Dali immediately said sarcastically, "You don't know where we went for trial, and I saw your father, he said that you would not have anything to do with people like me."

"I checked, they can't expel you at all, I think there may be a mistake." Draco explained by the way, "My father is very angry, after all, I appear in the Muggle community, I have to follow his words Just do it."

"So you really said it? You deserve it." Dali snorted coldly. This is really a reasonable ending.Fortunately, she was just a girl with hormonal turmoil. Apart from some exciting extracurricular activities, it would be miserable if anyone believed the nonsense that Draco said about giving him time.Give it to 800 years later!

"It's called judging the situation, Dursley." He immediately began to talk nonsense, "Isn't it all your fault, who told you to go home, otherwise I wouldn't be exposed, my father locked me at home for nearly a month. …”

Not even owls are allowed.

He knew that his father had been dissatisfied with him in recent years, but he never severely punished him.He knew he must have been upset with Dursley, especially since he must have known about the past.But Draco was most curious about what kind of role his father played in it.

"Blame me again? Isn't it because you are always unhappy

. Dali really wanted to kick Draco out, "And you also learned a Patronus Charm, ferret, haha." "

"I'll kick you out if you laugh any more." Draco's thought was surprisingly consistent with Dali's, "Potter is also called teaching? It's not because I have a high level of comprehension."

He felt that his explanation was over, so he began to show off his status as a prefect again, "From now on, I will deduct points from whoever I want, and I will lock up whoever I want."

It's blowing up again, how can I deduct points.Dali rolled her eyes inwardly.

"The ones in Gryffindor?" Daly took out her wand to clean up the compartment, and the packing bags all over the floor finally disappeared.

"You're right." He raised his chin proudly and smiled intriguingly, "Then I'll put you in confinement as well."

Are you out of your mind?Dali wanted to ask the question again.

"Don't be unhappy, isn't school starting yet? I'll cover you from now on." Draco took a step forward, sat next to Dali naturally, put his arms around her shoulders, and put his legs on the opposite seat, "Although I was covering you before."

Dali struggled a little, but to no avail, she gave up, "Come on, my head is buzzing all the time listening to what you're bragging about, and it's still covering me. You're definitely eight meters away from me when you get out of this box." Far."

"Shut up, Dursley. I have the right to punish you now."

Draco plugged her lips and engaged in an intensified bite instead.

The Great Hall was filled to the brim with four long college tables, and above it was a dark, starless ceiling, identical to the sky they could see outside through the tall windows.Candles floated above the dining table, illuminating the silver-white ghosts dotted in the auditorium and illuminating the excited faces of the students.They were chatting cheerfully, exchanging news from the summer holidays, shouting hello to friends from other houses, examining each other's new hairstyles and new clothes.

The Sorting Hat has a new song and it talks about being united, but apparently it's a little harder to say between Gryffindor and Slytherin.After the dinner, Dumbledore started a new speech, but was interrupted when he was talking about Quidditch. A small woman stood up behind the long desk in the classroom. In fact, she was no different from standing up. She looked Like Aunt Marge, with short curly taupe hair and a big ugly pink bow that matched the fluffy pink cardigan she wore over her gown, her The voice is high, high-pitched, and breathy, like a little girl's voice, but her face is like a toad/toad.

She coughed a few times, and started a series of long-winded talks—first she fooled them as if they were three-year-olds, and then began to talk about the Ministry of Magic. No one talked about the issues of tradition and innovation as boring as her. Several students are listening carefully.Darley glanced at Malfoy in the distance, who was now fully focused on the ring on his finger - though she'd just thought he'd be pretending to be listening for the sake of that shiny new prefect badge.

Dumbledore took the lead in applauding, and Dali followed the students and began to applaud in a fake way.

She was crying the next day because their schedules were packed after fifth year, like Monday: History of Magic, two Potions lessons, Divination, two Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons.

Professor Binns's giant war was boring, and Dali started to draw villains in 2 minutes.

Professor Snape began to teach them moderation, and emphasized the importance of OWLs, and said that if anyone barely passed, he should not continue to take his class. NEWTs were only reserved for the elite, she dared to say, at that time he His eyes definitely caught her.

By this time, Binns had left a foot-and-a-half paper on giant wars, Snape wanted a foot-long paper on the uses of moonstones, and Trelawney's homework was to write down Dali decided to write about the dreams she had every day for a month—a night without dreams.

Umbridge's content is very boring, almost as boring as listening to Professor Binns' lectures.She doesn't allow students to use magic in class, and must raise their hands before speaking, which makes her and several Gryffindors (including the trio of course) almost quarrel, and finally because Harry shouted that Voldemort is back again And she was imprisoned.

"You come too, Miss Dursley." She suddenly pointed to the Slytherin table, and named Dali who was emptying out.

"Why, I didn't even say a word?" Dali had met her once before, and hadn't even spoken to her, let alone offended her.

"Missing your mind during my class, Miss Dursley. I won't allow that...Stay after class, you two—well, please continue to page five, 'Introductory Basics' principle'."

Parkinson and Daphne laughed gloatingly.

Dali glared back at them, and questioned Draco with his eyes, who shrugged and said nothing else.

Professor Umbridge took a seat behind her lectern.At this moment, Harry stood up.

"Harry, don't!" Granger warned softly, tugging at his sleeve.But Harry shook his arm, not wanting her to touch him.

"So, according to you, Cedric Diggory fell down and died by himself?" asked Harry, his voice trembling slightly.

This was the first time Darley had heard him speak of Cedric, and she looked eagerly at Harry, then at Umbridge, and she raised her eyes to Harry, and there was no trace of fakeness on her face anymore. Laughed.

"Cedric Diggory's death was an unfortunate accident," she said coldly.

"Murder," said Harry.He felt himself trembling. "Voldemort killed him, you knew it."

Umbridge's face was expressionless.But then she said, in the softest, sweetest little girl's voice, "Come here, Mr. Potter, dear."

Harry kicked his chair aside and walked past Ron and Hermione to the podium.

Umbridge drew a roll of pink parchment from her handbag, spread it out on the lectern, dipped her quill into the inkwell, and began writing in a hurry, no one said a word now .After a minute or so, she rolled up the parchment, tapped it with her wand, and the parchment sealed itself securely.

"Give it to Professor McGonagall, Mr. Potter."

Without a word, Harry took the parchment from her, walked to the door without looking at anyone, and slammed the door behind him.

It looked like Harry had escaped today's confinement, but Dali wasn't so lucky.

After everyone left, Umbridge waved her wand, and several small pink teacups appeared. She sipped the tea carefully for a while, observing Dali's expression.

"Miss Dursley, I've seen you."

"Maybe, but I don't have the recollection." Daly knew she was referring to the hearing, but she didn't think accreditation would get her out of labor.

"Yes, that's all right, dear." Umbridge said coquettishly, "Now, you're going to write a few sentences for me, Miss Dursley—no, not with your quill." Opening the schoolbag, she quickly added, "You want to use a very unusual pen of mine, here." She handed him a long, thin black quill with a particularly sharp tip.

"I want you to write: I can't think about anything." She said to her softly.

"What's the matter?" Dali didn't understand.

"Who knows, when you are in class or...after class, when you are living some fantasy, I hope you can end your innocence—" she said lightly, and then turned around immediately Raised his tone, "But not yet!"

"There are always girls who love to dream, unrealistic...someone has to break it."

"So how many times do I have to write it?" Dali still didn't understand, but she had decided to make a quick fix, and copying was still a small problem for her.

"Write until... until the words are etched in your heart," said Umbridge coquettishly.

"Where's the ink?"

"No need." She took out a roll of parchment and put it on her desk. "Let's start writing."

Dali didn't take it seriously, she used that pen to quickly write silently for the first time, immediately, she gasped in pain.The words that appeared on the parchment appeared to be written in bright red ink.At the same time, this line of writing appeared on the back of her hand, deeply sunken into the flesh, as if carved with a scalpel.Just as she stared at the bright red wounds, her skin healed again, and the place where the words were just now swelled up. Her original skin was prone to swelling, which made her hands so painful that she dared not move.

"This—you can't punish me like this!" Dali yelled at her.

"How else can it be called confinement?" She looked up from her work again, showing a toad face, "Keep writing."

Until that sentence can be engraved on your bloody hands.

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