Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"What are you doing on the bed?" Malfoy's voice rang in Pansy's ears.

"Of course..." Pansy wanted to answer subconsciously, but found that what came from his lips and teeth was not the faint bloody smell that he had imagined, but a sweet fragrance.

She hurriedly opened her eyes, only to see Malfoy sitting back on the chair opposite her, looking at her delicate glass bottle full of pink potion in her hand, shaking it a few times, and muttering to herself. Writing: "Sure enough, it's an ecstasy."

Pansy immediately subconsciously touched her pocket. There is no doubt that the bottle in Malfoy's hand was made by herself.

"Don't you even know what the potion you make? Ecstasy. It's not an inferior aphrodisiac. Of course, it's worse than the latter." Malfoy said in a cold tone, with clear eyes. As always.

"Are you... are you awake? Draco!" Pansy asked stutteringly, then buried his head again, not daring to look Malfoy's eyes directly, and then realized that he had just pressed his lips. , The apple pie she just made by herself, has now fallen to the ground.

"I'll confiscated the tools used to commit the crime." Malfoy said lightly, without answering Pansy's question directly. "Then, tell me how you made this medicine. Hogwarts prohibits ecstasy. Yes, even if there is, it is only possible in the books in the restricted book zone, or you brought it from your home, then I will consider telling your father."

"It's not from my house. Don't tell my dad. I will tell you everything." Pansy responded in a flustered voice with a trembling voice, and then told Malfoy what he had done before without reservation, "Ji The rest of her life" made her mood ups and downs, and she was a little overwhelmed for a while.

"It can't be seen. Our dean has missed a good seedling. He will be a psychedelic in the third grade. Maybe you are at the Gryffindor table someday, and he will give you 50 points. Malfoy "praised" Pansy lightly, but this time Pansy was not happy at all.

Afterwards, Malfoy seemed to unintentionally picked up a few bright roses for decoration on the table, held them close to his nose, and sniffed them lightly.

"I know what those things you bought before." Malfoy made a suddenly realized expression.Then he pretended to be suspicious and said: "Rose thorn? I was still thinking about what you want to do when you buy these things."

"Did you see it at that time?" Pansy asked with his head buried lower, like a mosquito.

"It's just that I only saw the same thing, otherwise maybe I could guess what you want to do." Malfoy shook his head.

"Also." Malfoy added: "Next time you're going to be an ecstasy, remember to replace the rose thorns with rose petals." Then Malfoy threw a few roses in his hand on the table in front of Pansy.

"Why, the book says both are okay!" Pansy raised her head subconsciously and hurriedly asked, forgetting that it was time to make a mistake and be taught.

"The effect of the ecstasy made by the rose thorn is unstable, and the duration is very short." Malfoy pointedly pointed his eyes to Pansy, and met her.

Pansy shrank back in fear again, as if he was about to get into a chair, and then his body trembled fiercely before he blushed and asked, "Then you were always awake just now?"

"You can guess." Malfoy said with a faint smile, and handed the question back to Pansy, and then Malfoy's only smile was completely taken away.

There was silence.

"Pancey, if you succeed, do you think of any consequences?" Malfoy asked coldly.

"I... I don't know." Pansy replied weakly. She is now aware of the seriousness of the problem. She should not be able to spit out her tongue this time, and pretend to be pitiful can offset it.

Pansy also knew that Malfoy was very accommodating to her, but she would be punished more severely if she made some mistakes in principle.

"What you get with ecstasy will not be true love, it will only bring a brief sense of obsession." Malfoy stared at Pansy who was "ostrich" sternly. Every time Malfoy said, Pansy The lower the head is buried, as if the whole body will get under the table at any time.

"Raise your head!" Looking at Pansy's appearance, Malfoy remained unmoved, but was even more severe.

"Hmm..." Pansy could only respond, slowly raising her head, her eyes filled with innocence and clarity, and a crying expression on her small face. If she was not someone who knew her, she would definitely think of her. Is sincerely repenting.

"I was wrong, Draco." Pansy looked at Malfoy pitifully, expressing his apologies.

"Do you think it can be fooled like this this time?" Marl narrowed his eyes, raised his eyebrows, and responded in disapproval.

"Aren't you okay." Perceiving that Malfoy's tone seemed to ease, Pansy began to talk about love for himself as best he could.

"That's right!" Pansy seemed to have caught some life-saving straw suddenly, blushing, as if a little shy, then forced herself to be tough, and said: "If you want to pursue it, I will tell Aunt Narcissa that you are bullying. I!"

The corners of Malfoy's mouth twitched, then quickly returned to normal.

"Then I don't mind." Malfoy said indifferently, and then stood up from his chair again.

"Since you don't have the sincerity to repent, and want to "injustice" me as a victim, then I don't mind making your slander come true." Malfoy touched his chin and stared at Pansy closely.

Pansy only felt that the oppressive feeling just now invaded his heart again.

"I'm just kidding." Pansy then waved his hand and said with a strong smile, and then turned into a pleasing look with low eyebrows, "Draco, you can do whatever you want, anyway now I can't resist you, even if you want to continue the things I just did. I don't mind." Pansy decided to change the method, used the aggressive method, placed his hands alternately in front of his chest, and again put out a pitiful pair. It looks like a frightened little rabbit, inspiring a desire for sympathy and an unbearable mood.

"Are you sure?" Malfoy's eyes were sharp at the moment, as if as long as Pansy dared to nod, something irreparable would happen in the next moment.

"I was wrong, Draco." Pansy's expression changed drastically, and finally he spit out these words again, somewhat unwilling.

"Is it true this time?" Malfoy asked, his eyes meeting Pansy's, making her eyes unable to look away.

"Hmm..." Pansy replied weakly after prolonging the ending.

"If that's the case, then you have to be prepared to face the punishment now." Malfoy tapped the table with his index finger lightly, taking his attention away from Pansy.

"Eat first, or you won't have the strength to accept punishment later." Malfoy picked up the knife and fork and was about to start today's dinner, only to find that Pansy did not respond to him. He looked up and saw that her whole body was covered. He lay down on the table, tilted his head to one side, and looked sad.

"Draco, my stomach hurts!" Pansy said weakly, her face pale, big beads of sweat dripping from her forehead, her petite body curled up with the pain.

"If I find you are pretending to be sick, the punishment will be doubled." Malfoy stared at Pansy for a few seconds, then sighed helplessly, and immediately stood up from his chair. He didn't know what magic was there. Can pretend to be so realistic.

And today Pansy certainly would not have expected that he would be exposed in this way, and he also prepared a means of pretending to be sick in advance. The Weasley brothers' quick-acting skipping candy should not have been invented yet.

Then there is only one result, and that is a real coincidence.

After all, Pansy could not escape the "blood and light disaster" predicted by Professor Trelawney.

More precisely, no girl can escape.