hp fat girl and george

In the dark, Dema had many dreams in a trance. In the dream, she asked her mother when she was a child, where did father go?Mom's face suddenly became extremely horrified, and she told her word by word that your father is dead.

I also dreamed of the day when I was fed by my mother suffering from mild depression. As long as she took another bite, my mother would smile happily.So she kept eating, her stomach ached, and she wanted to take another bite.

Then he was being brutalized and ridiculed...but the warm red did not appear.

Demar woke up with a start, seeing a white ceiling, and the gurgling smell of potions being brewed in the air—it was Madam Pomfrey's hospital wing.

I am safe.Although Dema breathed a sigh of relief, his hands were still trembling and he tightly grasped the quilt.

"You're awake." Someone said.

Dema looked around, and her friends were all around, holding gifts for visiting her.Next to his bed, sat George.

He just lifted his face from his hands, his eyes were red, and his voice was unusually hoarse.He reached out and grabbed Dema's hand holding the sheet, and squeezed both of her hands tightly in his palm.Not the usual warm temperature - his hands were as cold as hers.

"You're all right," George said.

Dema was lying on the bed, feeling pain in her back that was falling apart, but the moment she saw George, she felt her tense nerves relax.Heaved a sigh of relief, the grievance that almost died surged up again, and Dema felt like she was about to cry.

"Why, didn't you tell me anything?" George lowered his head and couldn't see his expression clearly. His hand was so painful that Dema's hand was clenched, and there was still an imperceptible tremor. Hearing his words, Dema looked up suspiciously look.

He raised his head abruptly, as if there were blazing flames in his eyes.

"Why did you make a deal with Slytherin without telling me, damn it for me—" George suddenly became agitated, and he let go of their overlapping hands and stood up like an angry lion— DeMar had never seen him like this, not even Fred.The surroundings became quiet for a while, and everyone's eyes were focused on George.

"Do you think you can do anything! You're smart and you know a lot, so you have to help me clean up the mess! Your stupid boyfriend makes unsalable crap! Merlin - that's disgusting Slytherin!"

He growled incoherently.

Dazed by a series of roars, Dema was frightened back from the tears that just welled up.She tried her best to figure out what she wanted to explain, but the more she tried to grasp a point in her chaotic mind, the more chaotic it became.

Finally, she hung her head helplessly.

After George finished shouting, he stood aside silently, covering his face.People around looked at him in shock.

Then they were kicked out by Madam Pomfrey who heard the movement.

"Drink the medicine, child. It will make you feel better. Finish it. The flesh injury is not a big problem. If you drink the medicine today and sleep, you can leave the hospital tomorrow." After Pomfrey finished speaking, he handed the potion to Dema, drawing the curtain beside her hospital bed, turned and went in again.

Dema took the bottle in a daze. She clutched the diamond-shaped bottle so hard that her hand was cut with blood marks.But she suddenly didn't know, she opened her eyes and looked at the place where George was standing just now, tears streaming down her cheeks, dripping onto the hand holding the potion, causing another stinging pain.

Suddenly, Dema suddenly remembered Angelina's words: You are two completely opposite people.

On the other side, George, who came out of the medical wing, looked terrified as if he was about to kill someone. The people around him looked at him silently, and even Fred didn't know what to say for a moment.

——After all, they saw the Slytherin girl carrying the unconscious Dormah on her back when they stepped out of the Quidditch pitch. Slytherin even walked out with bloody footprints.

All the Gryffindors who got off the court were startled, and George who reacted almost killed the girl-he even forgot his wand and rushed up with his fists waving.

Later, under the pressure of a group of Gryffindors, the terrified Slytherin girl explained clearly, and hurriedly handed Delma over to them and ran away.

"George." No one expected that it was Angelina who broke the silence.

"I don't care how anxious you are, with all due respect—you're such an asshole." Angelina finished sullenly, ignored Fred, turned and left.The crowd followed her and dispersed silently. Ron wanted to say something, but was pulled away by Hermione and Harry.

Only Fred and George were left standing in the hallway, and Fred tried to cheer him up: "Look, my girlfriend is mad too, we're going to have a good time now."

George didn't listen to him at all, and just repeated silently: "I'm such a bastard."

The author has something to say:

The young man's self-esteem was stabbed, coupled with fear, and the worry that George thought Dema was too much better than him all the time, which made George explode.

It's okay, it's healthier to be noisy~

I took three hours of class today, and fell asleep until the afternoon... I went to endorse...