Chapter 131 Lover (1)
On Valentine's Day, Draco got up very early, dressed himself up carefully, and then immediately ran to the lounge with a bouquet of roses.
A few days ago, he asked several Ravenclaw seniors who were taking the Muggle Studies class about the Valentine's Day customs in the Muggle world. Although their opinions varied, Draco still gathered from a few sentences that there seemed to be a custom in the past that "the first person of the opposite sex you meet is your future partner."
So he got up early this morning because he wanted Della to see him right away.
Oh, don't get him wrong, he didn't like the Muggle world, but this was a gift, so he could certainly put a little extra thought into it.
Having said that, it didn't feel good to be teased by seniors who hurried by. Fortunately, Lockhart said he wanted to organize some activities today, which attracted those who were originally going to stay in the lounge to go to the auditorium, otherwise Draco's face would have been redder than the rose in his hand.
As soon as she stepped into the lounge, Della saw the following scene:
A bright red rose bloomed in front of the neatly dressed boy, and the boy's face was blushing even hotter than the rose.
Della's eyes widened and she was stunned.
When she came back to her senses, the boy had already held the warm rose in front of her. Through the fresh and upright petals, Della met Draco's flustered, shy, but expectant eyes.
Della paused in her action of taking out the gift she had prepared. She knew that if she exchanged gifts with Draco at this time, they would still have the same tacit relationship as before, which was not bad, but it probably would not meet Draco's solemn expectations.
So she smiled and reached out to take the flower, then raised her hand to push one side of her hair behind her ear. When the joy in Draco's eyes reached its peak, Della walked to the boy, tilted her head and gently kissed his cheek.
Draco only felt a "boom" and then he felt nothing, as if his entire body existed only for the soft touch he felt just at that moment. He only vaguely heard the sound of something boiling. Was his face going to be burned?
What? These are the boos and whistles made by the seniors when they saw Della kissing a man in public!
Draco felt like he was exploding again, but the joy that welled up in his heart completely overwhelmed his shyness. He held his head high, pretended to be calm, and walked out holding Della's hand.
Now, they are confirmed as a couple.
Della squinted at Draco's flushed face and thought silently in her heart that although her face was also a little red, it was far from being full of joy.
She understood from the beginning that Draco's behavior today was influenced by the current atmosphere of insecurity among Slytherin people, and she couldn't tell whether her acceptance was due to external influence or an inner choice.
Faced with the attack, the Slytherins, who had been carefree in the past, showed the most serious stress reaction. Even though new attacks had not yet occurred, their sense of security was shattered, and along with it some shackles.
They couldn't figure out what kind of person would become the victim, and there was no trace of the murderer. The arrogant words they spoke in the past became a death warrant in their hearts at this moment, but they could not make any preparations.
In this ever-present sense of doomsday, some people behave themselves, while others recklessly embark on their final carnival.
Confessions, as a way to vent emotions, are of course everywhere.
It is a very romantic saying that lovers express their feelings to each other before danger and finally get married, but it is not only romance that arises before danger.
The frequency of disputes and fights has reached an unprecedented level recently, which has further aggravated the deterioration of the atmosphere on campus.
Students will want more and want more, which are normal reactions of people before an inevitable crisis occurs.
Della did not criticize these things too much. Rather, she felt happy that Slytherin had become like this, which diminished the uniqueness he had always boasted about.
But as someone who is always planning, she does not approve of overly emotional and irrational behavior.
But beyond reason...
Della glanced at Draco, who was still blushing with excitement, and sighed silently with helplessness and joy in her heart.
Besides reason, there will always be some preference...
They walked into the auditorium hand in hand. Both of them had smiles on their faces, but when they caught a glimpse of the decorations in the auditorium, the smiles on their faces froze.
The four walls in front of me are filled with pink flowers. It’s not a vulgar pink, but it looks cheap without leaving any room for filling, not to mention the colorful confetti that keeps falling from the light blue ceiling.
Della and Draco turned and looked at each other, and saw disgust in each other's eyes.
Come on, Professor Lockhart, maybe lovers are just a little bit clingy, not so bad in taste.
The two of them found an empty seat. Della greeted Aurora Biraud who was sitting next to her, and Draco very attentively took the fried egg in front of her and started cutting it.
"Then I'll leave it to you," Della said, looking at Draco. She raised her voice slightly and said with a smile, "Dear~"
"Ahem..." Draco choked and looked at Della with wide eyes, as if he was surprised that she got into the role so quickly. His face turned red again, and he replied unyieldingly, "Of course, dear..."
After being stared at by Draco with wide eyes, Della's shyness finally overwhelmed her evil intentions, and a slight blush appeared on her face. At this time, the fluttering sound of a group of owls' wings came over, and she subconsciously looked up.
The snow-white Angel was particularly eye-catching among the flock of owls. It flew towards Della holding a copy of the Daily Prophet, landed very steadily next to her hand, and rubbed Della's hand affectionately with its head tilted.
Della was not in a hurry to read the newspaper. Amid the sound of flipping pages, she first gently brushed away the paper scraps that fell on Angel, then broke off some bread to feed it. She didn't slowly unfold the newspaper until the little owl flew away after eating and drinking.
"The Ministry of Magic's new Muggle law is progressing smoothly", "This department plans to exchange trainees with the Ministry of Magic of Country M", "Cornelly Fudge believes that the Ministry of Magic still needs reform"......
These days, the Daily Prophet reported more about things related to the Ministry of Magic. Della did not see any special reports on the attack on Hogwarts, but the frequency of appearances of Hogwarts and Dumbledore was subtly not low.
They always appear in reports related to Fudge, expressing concerns in some euphemistic tones about whether Headmaster Dumbledore can solve the problem.
Obviously, Fudge's report did not mention his wizarding level at all, but putting the enterprising Minister of Magic and the most prestigious wizard in a deadlock together would immediately make people wonder whether Mr. Dumbledore still has the same wisdom and ability as before.
That is to say, these words always appear in a passing mention mode, otherwise topics such as "Cornelly Fudge is afraid of Dumbledore" would have been brought up for discussion long ago.
Della didn't care much about this. To her, she was just spending money to buy another newspaper that had no value to her.
Della was eating the fried eggs Draco had cut while skimming through the newspaper. Aurora beside her suddenly spoke to her, "What do you think of today's newspaper, Della?"
Della looked towards Aurora, who was also holding a newspaper, and was surprised to find a serious expression she had never seen before on the face of this always shy senior, which made her think for a moment that she had met another person.
"To be honest, I didn't see what I wanted to see, Aurora." Della replied cautiously. In her peripheral vision, Aurora's newspaper was full of comments.
"This is indeed disappointing. The Daily Prophet is obviously not an official newspaper and was very insightful in the past, but now it has completely become a mouthpiece for the Ministry of Magic," Aurora agreed. She glanced at the newspaper again, then took out a plain red-covered notebook from her bag and stuffed the newspaper into it, saying as she stuffed it, "It's better to read the gossip about famous wizards in Wizard Weekly."
"Yes, the Daily Prophet's timeliness is poor this time, unlike a powerful newspaper." Della nodded. "Ever since the investigator from the Ministry of Magic left a few days ago, I have been waiting for the Daily Prophet to publish relevant reports, but..."
"But there will only be some worthless words that are tied to Dumbledore. Oh..." Aurora said this angrily at first, and then she covered her mouth with a red face as if she had just reacted. It seemed that as soon as she left the newspaper, she turned back into the shy girl before. "Just, just, this is what I think."
Is the newspaper the real thing?
Looking at Aurora who had returned to her normal self, Della thought with a little surprise. Just as she was about to coax Aurora a few more words, Lockhart's highly recognizable accent sounded from the professor's seat.
"Happy Valentine's Day, everyone!" Lockhart loudly showed off the forty-six greeting cards he had received, and the students at the long table immediately began to whisper.
"Don't worry, I'm not here." Della replied quickly as Draco turned his head towards her.
"I think so, but," Draco blushed quietly, "I really trust your judgment."
Seeing this smug little look, Della smiled, but suddenly recalled Snape's "Lockhart-Malfoy Similarity Theory".
Oh......
Della's mood suddenly became a little complicated.
Across time and space, Snape's sharp tongue finally hurt her.