Ch 169
"It's fine for minors to drink juice," Malfoy said firmly.
"You're talking as if you're an adult. That's just to make up the numbers! Who would want to drink juice in this kind of atmosphere?
" Pansy picked up the knife and fork and hit the silver plate hard, making a crisp sound. At the same time, she pretended to be angry, but she was secretly delighted.
She had guessed Malfoy's actions correctly. She knew that Malfoy would definitely not let her drink, so she set up this' trap 'and waited for him to fall into it.
"No matter what, girls should try not to drink." Malfoy was still trying to persuade Pansy with a serious face. The incident at Hogsmeade was still fresh in Malfoy's mind. He could not let Pansy, who got drunk easily, drink even a little bit.
"Alright, alright, I'll listen to you today," Pansy said reluctantly.
Malfoy's throat felt a little dry after talking for a while.
He had not drunk any water for a long time. In a laboratory where potions were brewed, it was impossible to eat anything casually, unless the wizard wanted to lose his life.
Who knew what kind of strange potions would rub on his hands after the experiment?
Malfoy, who felt a little thirsty, took the initiative to open the cork and pick up the two golden goblets on the table.
Blue-purple juice poured out from the bottle and soon filled the goblets.
"I'll drink first, Pansy," Malfoy said casually, not realizing what was waiting for him.
Pansy's expression was calm.
However, her heart couldn't stop pounding. She stared at Malfoy and watched him raise the goblet filled with dark purple liquid.
He gulped it down in one gulp, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
Clang! The goblet was placed back on the table.
Malfoy stared at Pansy and raised the goblet in his hand. "Why aren't you drinking? I think the taste is not bad. "
"Okay, I'll drink it right away." Pansy felt very nervous now, like a child who was afraid of being caught stealing candy.
However, when Malfoy finished the goblet, her fear of being caught disappeared, leaving only doubts about the potion's efficacy.
"Do you feel a little hot now?" Malfoy asked as he unbuttoned his shirt and raised his wand to cast a Cooling Charm on himself.
"No, no."
Pansy stuttered.
Her plan had come to fruition so easily, which made her feel a little uneasy and regretful.
"Even if it succeeds, this can't be considered true love, right?"
Regret began to magnify and spread in her heart. It was as if a venomous snake's fangs had pierced her skin.
Then, the venom flowed around her blood vessels, and her blood was constantly being sucked by the venomous fangs.
Pansy suddenly felt that relying on potions was a very stupid thing to do.
Human psychology is very complicated. Before a plan is completed, one is worried that it will fail, but after it is completed with great difficulty, one begins to worry about the consequences of the plan.
"You look beautiful today, Pansy." Malfoy suddenly reached out and grabbed Pansy's exposed arm.
He looked at her with an intoxicated expression, giving her a fright. This direct praise made her feel very awkward.
"Is, is it?" She forced a smile and stuttered in response to Malfoy's praise.
She twisted her wrist uncomfortably, trying to break free.
If it was in the past, she would be very happy if Malfoy praised her like this.
But now, her expression was somewhat uncomfortable.
In her expectations, she should have felt some shyness and joy after being praised, but it did not appear at all.
There was only embarrassment that was about to overflow from her heart.
Malfoy's expression at this time did not look like he was looking at a lover, but rather like he was looking at his prey.
Seeing Malfoy's undisguised invasive gaze, Pansy felt that things were starting to go out of her control.
"I'll go to the kitchen and see if there's any dishes that haven't been served." Pansy wanted to find an excuse to sneak away.
Just as she was about to get up from the chair, she found that Malfoy was holding her hand so tightly that she could not break free.
Pansy did not know whether it was under the influence of the candlelight or because Malfoy was using too much strength, but her originally white and tender arm was suddenly dyed with a touch of seductive crimson.
She had not only prepared food for this dinner, but she had also dressed up.
"Ouch!" Pansy cried out in pain, but Malfoy did not let go of her hand. Instead, he got up from his chair and rushed to Pansy's side, pressing her back into the chair when she was about to get up.
Pansy had never seen such a boorish Malfoy. She did not dare to look at the boy in front of her.
She only felt that he had transformed into a beast controlled by desire, and was no longer as calm and self-controlled as before.
"I actually only found out now that you're so charming, Pansy."
Malfoy quickly approached Pansy's flushed little face and said in a low and infatuated voice. His heavy breath blew on Pansy's face, making her feel itchy and numb.
She desperately tried to break free, only to find that the boy's wrist was so strong that it was like a pair of pliers clasping her arm tightly.
Malfoy blew into her ear, and Pansy felt her body suddenly go limp. Her originally weak resistance suddenly completely relaxed, and her earlobes were dyed a sparkling pink.
"Don't be like this, Draco.
Think about what my father said to you! He told you to take good care of me! " Pansy sobbed as she pleaded. She could not regret it any more.
What she had expected to happen should have been a prince confessing his love to a princess as he gazed at her affectionately in a fairy tale, rather than Malfoy's violent abuse of her. Pansy had never seen him like this before.
Suddenly, Pansy felt a sense of hope because Malfoy's hand that was holding her down suddenly loosened. He might have regained his consciousness! Pansy thought in her heart.
However, a sense of despair quickly spread from her heart.
Malfoy's hand changed its position and quickly climbed up her waist, groping everywhere.
Pansy closed her eyes as if she had accepted her fate. She felt a lump in her throat, and tears could flow down her cheeks at any time.
Her body was still resisting, but it seemed that the situation was irreversible.
Playing with fire was a phrase that suited Pansy very well.
Then, Pansy felt a gentle touch on her lips.
"If you really want to do something, at least go to the bed!" Pansy fiercely closed her lips and bit down, hoping to use the pain to regain some of Malfoy's consciousness.
She knew what she needed to know.
At the very least, Pansy hoped that the first time would not happen in a place like this.
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