[HP] Dali's Bread

Dali felt like her bones were going to be broken.She's definitely swollen somewhere.And the most intuitive expression is that she can't have that skirt.

She didn't know when she would Apparate back home, she had been tormented for too long, she really wanted to take a good bath, but she fell asleep as soon as she got home.

So much so that now I wake up smelling like earth.

The small single bed had difficulty bearing the volume of two adults, and she was still held in his arms, unable to move.

Draco's sleeping face still has a sense of satisfaction after success, his bangs are a little longer, mixed with slightly darker eyebrows, just like what she saw one afternoon, the boy's eyes and nose are so palpitating heartbeat.She was too out of touch, only at this moment did she calm down and think.Recall that Draco was always arrogant many years ago. The wealthy family gave him timely arrogance and also gave him those prejudices that were difficult to correct.Now he is still living a decent life, but under the shadow of the Dark Lord, he has been frustrated a bit, but growth has also followed.Draco, since when did you become an adult?

It's just that she was still somewhat disillusioned in her heart. What she thought was different from what she experienced, um, it was completely different!The novels are all lies, right?Why is she so uncomfortable?It must be because of his poor technique!And how can he go anywhere?

So...so, she slapped him awake without saying a word.

"Stop hugging me, I'm going to take a shower."

Draco was very upset to be disturbed from his sleep, his eyelids didn't open, but subconsciously hugged him even tighter, muttering "then you go".

"How am I going to go if you don't let me go?" Dali's anger was also a little blown out, and all the beautiful tenderness disappeared.She patted harder, "Get up quickly! I'm going to take a shower!"

Draco was finally awakened by Dali's slap, and the anger of getting up was lingering all over his body. He grabbed her restless hand and pressed her back under him, his eyes darkened.

"So don't press me down?" Dali twisted twice and said dissatisfied.

"Enjoy it, I didn't have time to take a closer look yesterday." He said hoarsely.

"Do you appreciate that I'm covered in mud?"

Of course Draco didn't say that, and he ran his fingers into her hair, running it down to the ends.He just watched her robe become tattered, and the skin exposed on her body was either scratches or traces of joy, Draco suddenly felt that some strange obsession in his heart was ignited, he squeezed the little rabbit, Well, it feels good, it's just... He twists the fabric and pulls down—

"Where's your underwear?"

"You fucking asked me? Don't, touch, touch! It hurts!" It hurts everywhere, and she can guarantee that she has a lot of bruises.

He let out a groan, as if he was lost in memory, but in fact he didn't put this piece of fabric in his heart at all.

He raised the skirt again with his hand, and touched the delicate skin with his fingertips...

"You...forget it." Anyway, he must have thrown it.

"You don't want to?" Dali was a little nervous, after all, she was about to fall apart.

"Well, you woke me up." Dali quickly struggled regardless of whether he made a pun, "I don't! Draco! Your technique is too bad! It's so bad!"

"Why do you say that again?" Draco was also anxious, "I used to say that my kissing skills are bad, but I said that I need to practice! Isn't it good now!"

"That's it!" Dali really wanted to kick him off the bed, "Don't forget that there is Dobby in this room!"

"Don't use him as an excuse, Dursley! That's it? I think you're duplicity!" He pushed her harder against the wall, lifted her skirt, and Dali yelled angrily: "I want bath!"

"Dali Dursley!" Dobby appeared again with a puff, and Draco immediately lifted the quilt to cover Dali completely.

"Dobby, you're really impatient!" He grabbed the cup by the bed and threw it at Dobby.Dobby jumped aside and dodged.His whole body trembled, as if he had panicked because he had escaped the beating and scolding from his old master, his voice was small and high-pitched, and it sounded weird: "Harry Potter asked Dobby to tell Darley Dursley... ..the Ministry of Magic is down... Scrimgeour is dead..."

"What about Harry?! Where is he now?" Dali popped her head out of the quilt and asked anxiously.She glanced at Draco, who too was stunned by the speed of Voldemort's hand.

"He asked Dully Dursley to come to Grimmauld Place to find him, the sooner the better... He also asked Dobby to go back to Hogwarts! Don't stay here anymore!" His voice continued Get high, "Dobby wants to do his bit for Harry Potter, too!"

"Uh, it's not bad? Dobby, you go first, good luck. We'll leave right away." Dali gave Dobby a symbolic encouragement, his big eyes quickly filled with tears, and exaggeratedly exclaimed that Miss is really The good intentions vanished.

Now they didn't mention anything else, they hurriedly took a shower, and when Draco came out of the bathroom, Dali had already put on a long dress that could cover herself tightly, so that she could Cover up the past of last night.

After Draco finished packing, she took his arm and moved to the back door of NO.11 in Grimmauld Place, they still couldn't see where NO.12 was.

A big long-haired black dog ran over wagging its tail, and Draco dragged Dali to the other side in disgust, trying to drive it away.

"Hey, don't, don't push so hard, it hurts!" I don't know why my arm hurts, "Follow him, don't chase him."

Draco asked, "You know this stray dog?"

Not only do you know him, he is also your cousin.

The dog bumped into Draco viciously, motioning for Draco to follow. He squatted in front of a certain wall and looked at Dali. Dali guessed for a few seconds before handing him the wand. The black dog bit With a magic wand, I clicked on a brick in the stone wall, and a dilapidated door appeared out of nowhere between No. 11 and No. 13, and then the dirty walls and gloomy windows also appeared. Emerged, it looked as if an extra house had suddenly swelled, crowding everything out on either side.The residents of No. 11 and No. 13 should eat and drink, and they don't feel anything at all.

They followed the black dog up the dilapidated stone steps, while staring at the newly conjured door with wide eyes.The black paint on the door was peeling off, and it was covered with scratches left and right.The silver door knocker was in the shape of a large coiled snake.There was no keyhole in the door, and no letter box.

Then the black dog knocked on the door again with his wand.Immediately they heard many loud clanging sounds of metal, and a rattling sound like that of chains.The door creaked open.

Darley took back her wand and stepped across the threshold into the almost dark hall.He smelled damp and dusty, and a sweet smell of decay.The place feels like an abandoned empty house.

The door closed, the black dog hid in the darkness, and the human voice appeared again.

"Long time no see, Dali."

A handsome middle-aged man stepped forward, his black hair was slightly curly, and he looked much better than before, but the wrinkles on his face still told others that he was weather-beaten.

"I haven't seen each other for about three years, Sirius." Dali is actually not familiar with Sirius at all, but there is Harry as a bond between them, and the two of them may have taken advantage of it. Greetings.

"Sirius? Are you?" Draco frowned, looking uneasily at Sirius, who had been positioned as a violent terrorist for more than ten years.

"Boy of the Malfoy family, I heard that you have been with Dali for a long time. I didn't expect that when she was in the third grade, I still thought you were not good--" Sirius teased, making a gesture of shooting with a wand, " I don't know whether to say Dali is amazing or you are amazing, I like you a little bit now, how about it? How about I help you remove your name from our family tree?"

"Then you don't have to worry about it." Draco smirked.

It's too bad, Draco and his uncle's Gryffindor can't deal with it, and the two of them are full of sex as soon as they come up.

"Dali, you're here!" Harry's rescue came in a timely manner, he walked down the stairs to greet her without even looking at Draco, "I'm sorry I can't pick you up, I don't know what's wrong, we There were Death Eaters chasing us when we Apparated yesterday, in the Muggle world, can you believe it? Hermione suspects that my healds were kept!"

Then he gave Draco an unabashed look, which seemed to be a greeting.

"Stop standing at the door, Hermione and Ron are upstairs." Sirius flicked his wand, and the upper row of old-fashioned gas lamps lit up, casting a dangling, unreal light, illuminating the long Peeling wallpaper and burnished rugs in the spooky foyer.A cobweb chandelier shimmered overhead, and age-blackened portraits hung crookedly on the walls.

Something hurried past behind the skirting boards.Both the chandelier and the chandelier on a rickety table nearby are made in the shape of large snakes.

Sirius led them past two long, bug-ridden curtains, and then they went around a large umbrella stand that looked like it was made from a broken leg of a troll, and Daly bumped into her by accident, She jumped up all of a sudden, disgusted by the strange thing.

Suddenly there was a shrill scream—from behind the worm-eye curtain, a portrait of an old lady in a black hat was screaming desperately, deafening and creepy.

"Bastard! Bitch! Dirty and sinful bastard! Bastard, freak, ugly bastard, get out of here! How dare you defile my ancestor's house—"

Sirius flicked his wand again, and the curtain fell, and the old lady's screams fell away.

"Old witch," he muttered.

"What's the difference between this and being haunted?" Dali patted her chest, trying to calm her emotions.

"This is my mother."

"Ok."

Then they went up the dark staircase, where a row of crumpled heads, the heads of house-elfs, gathered on the plaque on the side wall.They both had the same big ugly nose.

Harry had wanted to introduce her, "It's the Sirius family of house-elves whose heads are chopped off when they're dying of old age—"

"I'm not interested, Harry." Dali gave Harry a hammer, did she think she was willing to listen?

Harry said oh and then fell silent, but Draco started to laugh at Harry's straightness, "Haha, that's really interesting, Potter." Then he said to Dali, "You're so timid."

As soon as the words fell, Iron Man No. [-] was also hammered by Dali.

When they opened the snake-shaped doorknob, they saw Ron's mouth sticking to Hermione's. The atmosphere was awkward for a while, and Dali felt that the embarrassment seemed familiar.

"Have you eaten?" She took the lead to break the awkward atmosphere, so that Hermione's face would not be so red again, "I brought some ice cream, some bread, cereal and quick-frozen pizza, the only one in my house at present, Time is running out, so you guys can use it to pad your stomachs." She was afraid that there would be too much stuff in Draco's bag and the ice cream would be crushed, so she brought another backpack herself, and she shared the food with everyone, and Ron was completely satisfied. Forgetting the embarrassment just now, he opened the Muggle-style bowl of ice cream with Hermione's help.

A few people sat on the sofa and began to eat first. This combination looked weird, but there was also an inexplicable harmony.

"Bloodyhell, this macadamia nut tastes so good! I will eat it every day after this thing is over! Of course I hope it is not too expensive." Ron ate the ice cream, and suddenly said abruptly: "Hermione is not bad, she They have prepared a lot for us, such as that stretching spell, and some compressed biscuits, is it called this?"

Hermione's face flushed again, not the kind of flush she gets excited after being praised by the teacher in class.She lowered her head and continued eating quietly.

Harry thought it was awkward, wondering if Ron had really read all of "Twelve Ways to Bewitch a Witch"?

"Then what's the matter?" Dali's damned desire to win suddenly appeared, "We Draco will do it too! Then what's the invisible expansion and contraction!"

"It's the Untraceable Stretching Curse." Draco corrected happily.

"We Hermione dare to say Voldemort's name directly!"

"Then... we Draco dare to look at Voldemort! Have you ever seen his face? It's scary!"

"Our Hermiones are... smart! There are piles of OWLs certificates!" Ron racked his brains.

"Our Draco's certificate is missing? Draco, show them!" Dali patted Draco, and Draco's ice cream scoop almost fell off, "What do I bring those things for?"

"Hermione... Hermione can always guess some plan! All these years! We can't do anything without Hermione!"

"That's not a guess, it's an inference, Ron." Hermione corrected with her head down, holding the ice cream in her hand, as if she was smiling.

It seems that he can only use his trump card, "Draco, Draco, dare to enter the women's room, and Hermione, dare to enter the men's room?!"

"I can not!!!"

For a moment, everyone except Dali looked at Draco with weird eyes, and Draco collapsed.

"It's to save me!" Dali added.

"Then if Ron is in danger in the men's room, I will dare to enter!" Hermione raised her head and said firmly.

"Hermione..." Ron scooped another scoop of ice cream emotionally.

Harry felt a little sick, and thought he might not have disliked their conversation so much if Ginny had been around.

He and Sirius silently heated the pizza with their wands and asked everyone, "Are you still eating?"

"Of course!"

The lunch was incredibly peaceful, there was no discussion of Death Eaters or Voldemort, as if there had never been bloodshed or war.They occasionally talked about things they used to do at school, as if Harry had accepted Draco's friendship since childhood.No, I still can't talk too much, it should be said that they still ridicule each other, and neither of them will regress, that is, they no longer use the other's parents to attack personally.They could have even fought again without Daly, but this time it seemed really innocuous.

In the Hogwarts Express six years ago, no one would have thought that the fate of the few of them would be tied together in the end, maybe for the upcoming tomorrow, they were just Hermione, Dali, Harry, Ron, Sirius, and Draco.

The author has something to say:

In the end, it was written according to bloodlines, without a surname. Of course, I despise the theory of bloodlines.

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