Harry Potter’s Natural Villain Chapter 169: Play with fire

　　 "Minors just drink juice." Malfoy said forcefully.

　　 "It sounds like you are an adult, but I just used it to make up the count! Who would be willing to drink juice in this atmosphere!" Pansy picked up the knife and fork and knocked the silver fiercely. The plate made a clear sound, and at the same time pretending to be annoyed, he was secretly happy in his heart.

　　 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 get in.

　　 "In any case, girls should try not to drink." At this time Malfoy was still persuading Pansy with a serious face. What happened at Hogsmeade still makes Malfoy's memory fresh, he can't. Let Pansy, who gets drunk as soon as he touches it, go for a drink.

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

　　 At this time, Malfoy spoke for a while, and felt a bit of dryness in his throat. He hasn't taken in any water for a long time. In the laboratory of making potions, he certainly cannot eat casually. Things, 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 it happened that Malfoy, who was 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. Cup body.

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

　　 Pansy's face is very normal. 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 in one fell swoop. The Adam's apple rolled along with it.

　　 "哐", 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. Now, there is only doubt about the efficacy of the medicine.

　　 "Do you think it's a bit hot right 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 magnify and spread in her heart, like a poisonous snake's teeth pierced her skin, and then the venom followed her blood vessels It was flowing everywhere, and the blood was constantly being sucked by the fangs.

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

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

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

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

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

　　 In her expectation, after being praised, there should be no shyness and joy at all. Some are just embarrassing feelings that are about to overflow in her heart. Malfoy looked at her expression at this time and did not look like a lover. But treat a prey prey.

　　 Looking at 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. Let her not break free.

　　 I don't know if it was under the influence of candlelight or Malfoy's too much force, Pansy's originally white and tender 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 let go of his hand. Instead, he got up from his chair, rushed to Pansy's side, and pressed her back to the chair when she wanted to get up. on.

　　 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-sufficiency before.

　　 "I only found out that you are so charming now, Pansy." Malfoy quickly approached Pansy's already flushed little face, said in a low and obsessive voice, his heavy nose sprayed on Pansy's face. On, it made her itchy and numb~IndoMTL.com~ 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 blew into her ears, Pansy only felt that her body suddenly softened, and the weak resistance suddenly relaxed completely, and the earlobes were immediately 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, crying, and she couldn't regret it anymore, she expected it to happen. The matter 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 spread quickly from her heart.

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

　　 Pansy closed her eyes as if resigning her fate, only to feel the soreness of her nose, she might shed tears at any time, and there was still symbolic resistance between her body, but it seemed that the form was irretrievable.

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

　　 Then Pansy only felt a gentle 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 bring back some of Malfoy's mind with pain.

　　 should know that she knows everything, so at least, Pansy hopes it can't happen in this place for the first time.