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

"Of course it is..."Pansy subconsciously wanted to answer, but found that the faint smell of blood between her lips and teeth was not what she imagined, but a sweet fragrance. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

She hurriedly opened her eyes, only to see that Malfoy had already sat back in the chair opposite her, holding her delicate glass bottle filled with pink potions, looking at it carefully, and shaking it a few times, before muttering to herself, "Sure enough, it's an aphrodisiac." ”

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

"Can't you even tell what the effect of the potion you made yourself? It is not an inferior aphrodisiac, of course, the nature is worse than the latter. Malfoy said in a cold tone, his eyes as clear as ever.

"You...... Are you conscious?Draco!" Pansy stammered, burying her head back in her eyes, not daring to look Malfoy in the eye, and then realized that the apple pie she had just made on her lips had fallen to the ground.

"I will confiscate the tools of the crime first. Malfoy said lightly, without directly answering Pansy's question, "Then, tell me, how did you make this medicine, Hogwarts is forbidden aphrodisiacs, and even if there is, it can only be in the books in the forbidden book section, or you brought it from your house, then I will consider telling your father." ”

"It wasn't taken from my house, don't tell my dad, I'll tell you everything. Pansy replied in a panic, her voice trembling, and then she told Malfoy what she had done before, and the "aftermath" made her mood fluctuate and she was a little overwhelmed for a while.

"I can't see that our dean has missed a good seedling, and he will be an aphrodisiac in the third year, and maybe he will give you fifty points one day at the Gryffindor table. Malfoy "complimented" Pansy lightly, but this time Pansy was not at all happy.

After that, Malfoy picked up a few bright roses from the table decorations, held them close to his nose, and sniffed them gently.

"I kind of know what you bought before. Malfoy grimaced. Then he pretended to be puzzled and said, "Rose thorns, I was still thinking about what you wanted to do with these things." ”

"Did you see that?" asked Pansy, her head lowered, in a voice like a mosquito.

"It's just that I only saw one thing, otherwise I might have guessed what you wanted to do at the time. Malfoy shook his head.

"And. Malfoy added, "Next time you're going to make an aphrodisiac, remember to replace the rose thorns with rose petals." Malfoy then threw a few roses in his hand onto the table in front of Pansy.

"Why, it's okay to do both!" Pansy subconsciously looked up and hurriedly asked, forgetting that it was time for her to make a mistake and be taught a lesson.

"The effect of the aphrodisiac made by the rose thorn is unstable and short-lived. Malfoy gestured, and looked at Pansy, making eye contact with her.

Pansy shrank back in fear, as if to get into the chair, and then her body shuddered violently before she blushed and asked, "Were you awake all the time?"

"You can guess. Malfoy said with a smirk, handing the question back to Pansy, and the only smile Malfoy had was gone.

There was silence.

"Pansy, if you succeed, do you think of the consequences?" asked Malfoy coldly.

"I... I do not know. Pansy replied weakly, she was now aware of the seriousness of the problem, and this time she should have made a mistake that could not be offset by sticking out her tongue and pretending to be pitiful.

Pansy also knew that Malfoy was usually very accommodating to her, but there were some matters of principle that she would be punished more severely if she made a mistake.

"What you get with aphrodisiacs won't be true love, it will only be a short-term obsession. Malfoy stared at Pansy as she was "ostriche" and said sternly, and with each Malfoy word, Pansy's head was buried lower, as if her whole body would burrow under the table at any moment.

"Lift your head up!" Malfoy was still unmoved by Pansy's appearance, but became more stern.

"Hmm..."Pansy could only answer, and slowly raised her head, her eyes were innocent and clear, and there was a weeping expression on her little face, if it weren't for someone who knew her, she would definitely think that she was sincerely repentant.

"I was wrong, Draco. Pansy looked at Malfoy pitifully, apologizing.

"Do you think you can fool around like this this time?" Marr replied with a slight narrowing of his eyes and an eyebrow, disapproving.

"You're fine. Noticing that Malfoy's tone seemed to soften, Pansy began to do her best to speak for herself.

"That's right!" Pansy blushed as if she had suddenly grasped some life-saving straw, and seemed a little shy, and then forced herself to be tough, and said, "If you still want to pursue it, I'll tell Aunt Narcissa that you bullied me!"

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

"Then I don't mind. Malfoy said nonchalantly, then got up from his chair again.

Since you don't have the sincerity to repent and want to "wrong" me as a victim, then I don't mind letting your slander become a reality. Malfoy touched his chin and stared at Pansy.

Pansy only felt that the feeling of oppression she had just felt had invaded her heart again.

"I'm just kidding. Pansy then waved her hand and said with a forced smile, then turned into a low-brow look again, "Draco, it's up to you what you want, I can't resist you now anyway, even if you want to continue what you just did, I don't mind." Pansy decided to change the way, and used the agitation method, placing her hands alternately in front of her chest, and once again posing pitifully, like a frightened little rabbit, arousing the desire for sympathy and the feeling of not being able to bear to hurt.

"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 dramatically, and finally she spat out the sentence again with some reluctance.

"Is it true this time?" Malfoy asked, his gaze meeting Pansy's so that her eyes could not look away.

"Uh-huh......" Pansy replied weakly, dragging out her last note.

"In that case, then you must now be prepared to face punishment. Malfoy tapped his index finger lightly on the table, turning his attention away from Pansy.

"Let's eat first, or you won't have the strength to accept the punishment later." Malfoy picked up his knife and fork and prepared to start the day's dinner, only to find that Pansy did not respond to him, and when he looked up, he saw her whole body lying on the table, her head tilted to the side, looking embarrassed.

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

"If I find out that you are faking illness, the punishment will be doubled. Malfoy stared at Pansy for a few seconds, then sighed helplessly and immediately stood up from his chair, not knowing what magic could pretend to be sick so realistically.

And today's Pansy would definitely not have expected that she would be exposed like this, and she had prepared a means of pretending to be sick in advance, and the Weasley brothers' quick-acting truant candy should not have been invented yet.

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

The "blood-light disaster" predicted by Professor Trelawney, Pansy still couldn't avoid it after all.

More precisely, no girl can escape.