Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

"It's fine for minors to drink juice," Malfoy said firmly.

"You sound like you're an adult. That's just what I used to make up the number! Who would be willing to drink juice in this atmosphere!" Pansy picked up the knife and fork and tapped the silver plate fiercely, saying A crisp sound, while pretending to be annoyed, was secretly secretly delighted.

Malfoy's actions were all guessed by her. Pansy knew that Malfoy would definitely not let her drink, so he set up such a "trap" and waited for him to sneak in.

"Anyway, girls should try not to drink." At this time, Malfoy was still persuading Pansy with a serious face. Malfoy still remembered what happened in Hogsmeade that time. Just drunk Pansy to get a little wine.

"Okay, okay, I'll listen to you today." Pansy said reluctantly.

At this time, Malfoy spoke for a while, and also felt a bit of dryness in his throat. He hadn't ingested water for a long time. In the laboratory where potions were made, he definitely couldn't eat anything casually. Unless the wizard wants to lose his life.

God knows what strange medicines will be on his hands after 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 tilted out from the mouth of the bottle, and it would soon overflow the glass.

"I'll drink first, Pansy," Malfoy said casually, unaware of what awaited him.

Pansy's face was normal. But her heart couldn't stop thumping. She stared at Malfoy with her eyes tightly, and watched him pick up a goblet full of dark purple liquid and drank it. Adam's apple also rolled along.

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

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

"Okay, I'll drink it right away." Pansy felt nervous now, like a kid who stole candy and was worried about being discovered, but when Malfoy finished drinking, her fear of being discovered disappeared, only Doubt about the efficacy of the drug remains.

"Do you think it's a little hot right now?" Malfoy asked, raising his wand and casting a cooling spell on him as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"No, no." Pansy said with a stammer. The plan was realized so easily, which made her feel uneasy and regret inexplicably.

"Even if it really succeeds, it's not a real relationship, right?" The regret began to expand and spread in her heart, just like the teeth of a poisonous snake pierced her skin, and then the venom flowed around with the blood vessels , the blood is constantly sucked by the fangs.

Pansy suddenly felt that relying on potions was a foolish thing.

People's psychology is very complicated. Before the plan is completed, one worries about failure, but after finally completing it, it starts to worry about the consequences of the plan.

"You're beautiful today, Pansy." Malfoy suddenly reached out and grabbed Pansy's bare white arm on the table. Bai's compliment made her feel awkward.

"Yes, yes?" She forced a smile, stammering in response to Malfoy's compliment, wiggling her gripped wrist uncomfortably, trying to break free.

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

In her expectation, after being praised, there should be some shyness and joy that did not appear at all, and some are just embarrassing feelings that are about to overflow her heart.

Malfoy looked at her not like a lover at this time, but a prey.

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

"I'll go to the kitchen to see if there's any dishes left." Pansy tried to find an excuse to get away, and was about to get up from the chair, but found Malfoy's hands were tightly clenched, preventing her from being able to. break free.

I don't know if it was under the influence of the candlelight or Malfoy's too much force, Pansy's originally white and tender arm was suddenly dyed with a coquettish crimson.

She not only prepared food for this dinner today, but also dressed herself up,

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

Pansy had never seen such a rude Malfoy. She didn't dare to face the boy in front of her again, but felt that he was now a beast controlled by desire, and he no longer had the calmness and self-control he had before.

"I only found out now how charming you are, Pansy." Malfoy quickly approached Pansy's blushing face and said in a low and obsessed voice, snorting heavily on Pansy's face, letting the She was itchy and numb.

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

Malfoy blew a breath in her ear, Pansy only felt her body suddenly soften, and her weak resistance suddenly relaxed completely, and her earlobes were immediately dyed with crystal pink.

"Don't be like this, Draco, think about what my dad said to you! He told you to take good care of me!" Pansy pleaded with tears. She couldn't regret what she regretted now. What she expected to happen, It should be like the confession of a prince staring at the princess affectionately in a fairy tale, not the brutal abuse of her by Malfoy now, and Pansy has never seen him like this.

Suddenly Pansy felt hope again, because Malfoy's hand was suddenly released from her, and he might have regained his sanity! Pansy thought so.

But despair quickly spread from her heart.

That hand just changed positions, and quickly climbed onto her waist, groping around.

Pansy closed his eyes as if resigned, only feeling that his nose was sore, and he might shed tears at any time, and his body still made a symbolic resistance, but it seemed that the form was irreversible.

Playing with fire and setting yourself on fire is a very suitable word for Pansy now.

Then Pansy only felt a soft touch on her lips.

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

She should know that, so at least Pansy hoped that it would never happen in such a place for the first time.