"It's good for minors to drink juice. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Malfoy said strongly.

"You look like you're an adult, and that's just me making up the numbers! Who would want to drink juice in such an atmosphere!" Pansy picked up her knife and fork and struck the silver plate with a crisp sound, and said with a feigned annoyance, secretly rejoicing in her heart.

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

"Anyway, girls try not to drink. At this time, Malfoy was still seriously persuading Pansy, what happened in Hogsmeade was still fresh in Malfoy's memory, and he couldn't let Pansy, who was drunk, drink 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 little dryness in his throat, he had not ingested water for a long time, and in the laboratory where potions were boiled, he was definitely not allowed to eat casually, unless the wizard wanted to lose his own life.

God knows what strange medicine will be rubbed on his hand after the experiment.

Malfoy, who happened to feel a little thirsty, took the initiative to uncork the bottle, picked up the two golden goblets on the table, and the blue-purple juice slanted out of the bottles, and soon overflowed the glasses.

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

Pansy's face was normal. But her heart was pounding, and she stared at Malfoy with both eyes as she picked up a goblet filled with a dark purple liquid and drank it down, and her Adam's apple rolled with it.

With a "bang", the 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?" ”

"Okay, I'll drink it right away. Pansy felt nervous now, like a kid stealing candy who feared being discovered, but when Malfoy had drunk it completely, her fear of discovery was gone, and only doubts about the drug's efficacy remained.

"Do you think it's a little hot right now?" Malfoy asked, unbuttoning his shirt as he raised his wand and cast a cooling spell on himself.

"No, no. Pansy stammered a little, and the plan had been realized so easily, which made her inexplicably feel a little uneasy and regretful.

"Even if it really succeeds, it's not really a feeling, is it?" Regret began to amplify and spread inside her, like a snake's teeth piercing her skin, and then the venom followed the veins everywhere, and the blood was constantly sucked by the fangs.

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

Human psychology is very complex, before the plan is completed, the fear of failure, but after the completion of the plan, the beginning of the 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, and looked at her with a look of fascination, startling her, a blunt compliment that made her feel awkward.

"Yes, yes?" she stammered in response to Malfoy's compliment, twisting her grip uncomfortably to break free.

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

In her expectation, there should have been no hint of shyness and joy after being complimented, and some were just embarrassing feelings that were about to overflow in her heart, and Malfoy's expression was not like that of a lover at this time, but of a prey.

Looking at Malfoy's undisguised aggressive gaze at her, Pansy felt that things were starting to get out of her control.

"I went to the kitchen to see if there was anything left unserved. Pansy tried to find an excuse to slip away, and was about to get up from her chair, only to find Malfoy clenching her hand so tightly that she couldn't break free.

I don't know if it was under the influence of the candlelight, or if Malfoy's force was too hard, Pansy's originally white arms were suddenly dyed a bewitching crimson.

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

"It hurts!" Pansy exhaled in pain, but Malfoy didn't let go of his hand, instead got up from his chair and rushed to Pansy's side, pressing her back into the chair as she tried to get up.

Pansy had never seen such a rude Malfoy, and she didn't dare to look at the boy in front of her anymore, only that he was now a beast manipulated by desire, and that he no longer had the calmness and self-control he had before.

"I'm only now discovering you're so charming, Pansy. Malfoy quickly approached Pansy's already flushed face, and said in a deep, obsessive voice, a heavy snort that spurted on Pansy's face, making her itchy and numb.

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

Malfoy blew in her ear, and Pansy only felt that her body suddenly went limp, and her already weak resistance suddenly relaxed, and her earlobes were dyed a crystal pink.

"Don't do that, Draco, think about what my dad told you! he told you to take good care of me!" Pansy pleaded with tears, she couldn't regret it anymore, what she expected to happen should be like the fairy tale prince gazing at the princess's affectionate confession, not Malfoy's brutal abuse of her now, Pansy had never seen him like this.

Suddenly Pansy felt a sense of hope again, for one of Malfoy's grips on her suddenly let go, and he might have regained his senses!, Pansy thought to herself.

But a sense of despair quickly spread from her heart.

The hand just shifted its position, and soon climbed up her waist and groped around.

Pansy closed her eyes as if resigned, feeling her nose ache and cry at any moment, her body still making symbolic resistance, but it seemed that the form was irretrievable.

Playing with fire and self-immolation, this term is very appropriate for Pansy now.

Then Pansy felt only a warm touch on her lips.

"If you really want to do anything, at least get to bed!" Pansy slammed her lips shut and bit down, hoping to bring some of Malfoy's senses back to the pain.

She should have understood, so at least, Pansy wished it hadn't happened in a place like this for the first time.