hp fat girl and george

The three of them don't know what happened after leaving Hogwarts, and they rode a broomstick all the way to the shop in Diagon Alley that they had already bought and didn't bother to clean up.

After bombing the school, skipping school, and flying from Hogwarts to Diagon Alley on broomsticks, the three of them got off the broomsticks with weak legs, managed to find a long chair in the dusty shop, and took a picture. He patted the soil and quickly sat on it.

Dema was too tired to talk. Although she hadn't been flying on a broom for so long, she hadn't slept all night and had been tossing and tossing for a long time before, which made everyone physically and mentally exhausted.

Look at the two famous Gryffindor huskies next to her who are so tired that they stick out their tongues.

The three of them were speechless for a while, and then moved again because they were too hungry.

All the eateries in Diagon Alley were closed at this point, and they really didn't want to go out.

Fortunately, I saved a lot of money before the twins, and although the place I rented is not particularly large, it is very functional.Like a small attic, the first and second floors are shops, and the third floor is their R&D room and bedroom, even with a small kitchen and washroom in the middle.

Dema found some of the stock they left when they came to see the house before and prepared to make some simple food to make do with it. George and Fred were a little embarrassed to be idle, and followed Dema's ass to help.

But the small kitchen is really too small. Once two 1.8-meter-old boys squeezed in, let alone cooking, Dema struggled to turn around.

Holding two potatoes in his hand, Dema turned around to get tools, and crashed into someone's arms with a slam.

Dema was taken aback, and was relieved only after seeing that it was George. With a sullen face, she coaxed out the two guys who were getting more and more helpful.

George followed her and drove Fred out first with a smile, and then he continued to stay where he was cheeky as if he didn't hear him.

Dema who is still being hugged: ...

"Get out!" Dema frowned.

"No, it's your first time cooking for me. I want to see it." George stretched out his head coquettishly and rubbed Dema's cheek, pretending.

"Then let go, how about I cook?" If Dema hadn't been holding up two potatoes, he really wanted to beat this guy who was always acting coquettish and cute.

"Even if you are here, don't disturb my cooking."

"Okay, okay." George widened his eyes innocently, and let go of his hand.Then following Dema's movements, he wandered around the kitchen like a follower.

It was too late, and they were too tired, and Dema just wanted to make potato soup and some bread to make do.She was stirring the hot soup, and the heat was on her face, making her feel warm, and her head was even more sleepy, and she yawned.

George folded his arms and leaned against the stove, cherishing a panoramic view of Dema's every move.Seeing her so sleepy and cute, even though he said he didn't want to disturb her cooking, he couldn't help but leaned over and kissed her soft cheek.

Dema put the lid on the pot to keep out the mist.Then he leaned his entire body against George.

"Don't move, let me lean on for a while."

George hugged her joyfully, and wrapped his tired girlfriend in his arms.

"Would you like to mic for a while? I'll call you when the soup is cooked." George kissed the top of her hair again, and stroked Dema's hair soothingly.

George's arms were too warm.Feeling sleepy, Dema followed his comfortable strength, nodded and closed his eyes.

Steam rises from the pot nearby, the sweet smell of potato cream lingers in this small kitchen, and the girl in her arms is sleeping peacefully and obediently.

It was so warm and happy.George was so overwhelmed by this scene that he seemed to see the scene of the two of them in their own home ten years later.

No matter how many years later, the two of them must be together.

George made up his mind secretly, and wanted to kiss her cute side face again, but he was afraid of disturbing her short rest time, so he turned his head and stared at the gradually boiling potato soup.

The potato soup was cooked so slowly that the three of them were so hungry that they finally ate it.

Dema's cooking skills are pretty good. Although it's just potato soup and bread, the three of them who have been hungry all day are very satisfied.

After the meal, the night's accommodation is another problem.

There are only two rooms in the bedroom, and while they were tidying up, they discussed how to allocate them.

"We will definitely not dare to go home. We will definitely be expelled from school today. If our mother finds out, she will kill us. Think about that roaring letter from Ron a few years ago..." Fred Thinking of the furious Mrs. Weasley, he shuddered and almost dropped the sheet in his hand.

Dema, who was making the bed, also sighed heavily when she heard the words, and said, "Me too... I don't dare to tell my mother about the wizarding class, just pretend that I'm still in school... Anyway, she doesn't know Huo Does Gwarz have a diploma, so to speak."

"So, we have to live here all this time." George moved in three sets of brand new quilts and made a conclusion.

"One room for Dema, let's share one room for the two of us."

The other two nodded without any objection.

But after cleaning up and going back to each room, George hugged Dema who obediently came to say good night to him, and wanted very much to lock himself in the dark room that had just taken the initiative to allocate the room.

"Why don't I go and sleep with you!" George buried his head into Dema's neck, and Dema's whole body was reddened by his heat, and his eyes kept looking towards Fred who was in the next bed cast a glance.

Fred rolled his eyes, turned and lay down, pulled the quilt over his head, and fell asleep.

"No."

Demar firmly pushed George away, turned and ran back to the next room, closing the door with a bang.Then he turned and leaned against the door panel, covering his face with a blushing heartbeat.

George, who was almost hit on the nose outside the door, scratched his head.I began to count the time in my heart.

Ah... In half a year, they will all be adults... and they can get married!

It was clear in his heart that George, who felt that victory was in sight, completely ignored the possibility of rejection of the marriage proposal, turned around happily and went back to his room.

The author has something to say:

Get married as soon as you come of age, Dabaa.