Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"Minors just drink juice." Malfoy said forcefully.

"It sounds like you are an adult, so I just used it to make up the number! Who would be willing to drink juice in this atmosphere!" Pansy picked up the knife and fork and knocked on the silver plate fiercely, sending out There was a crisp sound, and at the same time pretending to be annoyed, my heart was secretly happy.

She guessed Malfoy's actions. Pansy knew that Malfoy would definitely not let her drink, so she set up such a "trap" and waited for him to get in.

"Anyway, girls should try not to drink." At this time Malfoy was still persuading Pansy with a serious face. What happened at Hogsmeade still made Malfoy's memory still fresh, and he couldn't let a touch. So drunk Pansy went to drink a little wine.

"All right, I'll listen to you today." Pansy said reluctantly.

At this time, Malfoy had spoken for a while, and he felt a bit of dryness in his throat. He hadn't taken in any water for a long time. In the laboratory where the potion was made, he was definitely not allowed to eat casually. Unless the wizard wants to lose his life.

God knows what strange medicine will be rubbed on my hand after I finish the experiment.

So Malfoy, who just felt a little thirsty, took the initiative to open the cork and picked up the two golden goblets on the table. The blue-purple juice leaned out of the bottle and was about to overflow soon.

"I'll drink first, Pansy," Malfoy said casually, not realizing what was waiting for him.

Pansy's face was very ordinary.But her heart couldn't stop thumping. She stared at Malfoy with both eyes and watched him pick up the goblet full of dark purple liquid and drank it. The Adam's apple rolled along with it.

With a "clang", the wine glass was put back on the table.

Malfoy stared at Pansy, raised the cup in his hand and said, "Why don't you drink it? I think it tastes good."

"Okay, I'll drink it right away." Pansy now feels nervous, just like a kid who ate sweets worried about being discovered, but when Malfoy drank it completely, her fear of being discovered disappeared. There is still doubt about the efficacy of the medicine.

"Do you think it's a bit hot now?" Malfoy asked, unbuttoning his shirt, raising his wand and casting a cooling spell on himself.

"No, no." Pansy stammered. The plan was realized so easily, which made her feel uncomfortable and regretful.

"Even if it is really successful, this is not a real feeling, right?" The emotion of regret began to enlarge and spread in her heart, like a poisonous snake's teeth pierced her skin, and then the venom followed the blood vessels to flow around. , The blood is constantly being sucked by the fangs.

Pansy suddenly felt that relying on medicine was a stupid thing.

Human psychology is very complicated. Before the plan is completed, I am worried about failure, but after finally completing it, I begin to worry about the consequences of the plan.

"You are very beautiful today, Pansy." Malfoy stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbed Pansy's bare white arms on the table, looked at her with a look of drunkenness, and frightened her. Bai's praise made her feel very awkward.

"Yes, is it?" She smiled, stammering in response to Malfoy's praise, twisting her gripped wrist uncomfortably, trying to break free.

If it was in the past, Malfoy could compliment her like that, she didn't know how happy she would be, but now her expression is a little uncomfortable no matter what.

In her expectation, after being praised, there should be no feeling of shyness and joy at all, and some are just embarrassing feelings that are about to overflow in her heart. Malfoy's expression does not look like a lover at this time, but treats her. A prey prey.

Seeing Malfoy's unabashedly aggressive gaze at her, Pansy felt that things were starting to be out of her control.

"I'll go to the kitchen to see if there are any dishes left." Pansy tried to find an excuse and was about to get up from the chair, only to find that Malfoy was holding her hand tightly so that she could not Break free.

Under the influence of the candlelight or Malfoy's too much force, Pansy's originally white arms were suddenly stained with a fascinating crimson.

Today she not only prepared food for this dinner, she also dressed up,

"It hurts!" Pansy exhaled in pain, but Malfoy didn't have to let go of his hand. Instead, he got up from his chair and rushed to Pansy's side, pressing her back on the chair who wanted to get up.

Pansy had never seen such a rude Malfoy. She didn't dare to look at the boy in front of her. She only felt that he was now transformed into a beast controlled by desire, without the calmness and self-control before.

"I only found out that you are so charming now, Pansy." Malfoy quickly approached Pansy's red face and said in a low and obsessive voice, his heavy nose sprayed on Pansy's face. She is itchy and numb.

She desperately tried to struggle, only to realize that the boy's wrist in front of her was so strong, like a pair of pliers clasping her arm tightly.

Malfoy sighed in her ear, Pansy only felt that her body suddenly softened, and her weak resistance suddenly relaxed completely, and her earlobes were suddenly stained with crystal pink.

"Don't do that, Draco, think about what my dad said to you! He told you to take care of me!" Pansy whispered and pleaded, and she regretted it now that she couldn't regret it any more, what she expected to happen, It should be like the confession of the prince staring at the princess in a fairy tale, rather than Malfoy's brutal abuse of her now, Pansy has never seen him look like this.

Suddenly Pansy felt hope again, because Malfoy's hand that had locked her suddenly loosened, he might have recovered his mind!Pansy thought so in her heart.

But despair quickly spread from her heart.

That hand just changed positions, quickly climbed up to her waist, and fumbled everywhere.

Pansy closed his eyes as if resigned to his fate, only to feel that the tip of his nose was sore, tears might shed at any time, and there was still a symbolic resistance in his body, but it seemed that the form was irreparable.

Playing with fire and self-immolation, the term fits Pansy now.

Then Pansy felt only a touch of warm touch covering her lips.

"If you really want to do something, at least go to bed!" Pansy closed his lips fiercely and bit down, hoping to recall some of Malfoy's mind with the pain.

She should understand, so at least, Pansy hopes that it can't happen in this place for the first time.