Harry Potter’s Natural Villain

After the Gryffindor students had all left, Snape cleared his throat and said in a very quick, unfeeling tone:

"The Christmas ball is coming up - a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to socialize with foreign guests. Well, the ball is only open to 4th graders and up - but if you wish, Could invite an underclassman—"

"Put on your gowns, the ball will be in the Great Hall at eight o'clock on Christmas night and end at twelve midnight," Snape continued.

"Okay, these are what I want to relay. Besides, don't ask me any other information about the dance. I think Professor McGonagall, the vice-principal, can give you a more complete answer. She is more positive about this." The expression on Nep's face was extremely cold.

"Prom?" Pansy's eyes lit up all of a sudden. Like her, the other Slytherin girls also began to show excitement at this time, and even disregarded that Snape was still on the stage, and whispered on the spot. , but the difference is that the light in the former's eyes quickly dimmed, and he rested his head on his arms in front of the table, staring at the back of a student in front of him, silently in a daze.

Her leg injury could not support her to complete a dance, and then Pansy straightened her back and looked at Malfoy pitifully, but the latter could only smile helplessly at her.

"By the way." Snape said suddenly, "Mr. Malfoy, as a warrior, you must have a partner. I hope you can prepare early. I don't want to see the warrior of the Academy look like a loner at the ball."

Malfoy clearly saw Pansy's face turning paler.

"It's just a dance partner." She kept comforting herself in her heart, but such a scene had already emerged in her mind. In the middle of the dance floor, Malfoy was wearing a well-made black dress with a white shirt at the neckline, full of gentlemanly demeanor, Holding the waist of a beautiful girl who was also wearing gorgeous clothes, she followed the melodious music tacitly, and danced her body to the beat. The eyes of the two exchanged from time to time, as if they were flirting.

Then at the moment when the girl was in a dance pose, her soft body lifted up lightly, her silver waist-length hair was scattered, and at the same time she had the energy to turn her head away and gave her a provocative smile like a demonstration. He straightened his body forward, as if he would touch the chest of the boy in front of him at any time.

It was only now that Pansy saw the girl's face clearly, which was the most threatening candidate in her heart - Fleur Delacour.

She was showing her white teeth, smiling brightly, and staring at the boy in front of her with affection, her eyes were watery, and she looked soul-stirring.

"What are you thinking?" Malfoy stretched out his hand.

Shaking in front of Pansy's eyes, trying to attract her attention, Pansy returned to reality from her fantasy.

"Nothing." Pansy turned his head to the other side, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and muttered, not wanting Malfoy to see his expression.

Malfoy thought he had some idea of ​​what Pansy was thinking, but there was no solution at all.

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"Excuse me, Draco, does he have a dance partner now?..." At the door of the Slytherin lounge, a Ravenclaw girl asked Pansy a little shyly, so that the girls were not one or two, in each dean After all the news about the Christmas ball was announced, the atmosphere of the whole school suddenly became ambiguous.

The tension between the colleges has also eased a lot. In the first game, the spectators who played the role of the audience clearly knew that the warriors are really not an easy job, and the emotion of admiration began to rise, and the emotion of jealousy followed of fading.

For example, many girls in Ravenclaw think that Malfoy is very attractive, and he uses polymorphism flexibly in the game, which seems to be easy to use, and finally shows the power of knowledge. Go attack somewhere else.

Therefore, many female students choose to put aside their prejudices and invite this warrior.

However, under the strict guard of a certain small vinegar altar, they were all rejected.

"Sorry, Draco doesn't like girls with glasses." A girl with braids and big black-rimmed glasses ran away crying.

"Sorry, Draco doesn't like girls younger than her, because he thinks it's naive to associate with such girls. When you grow up... oh no, you won't have a chance in your life."

Another girl wiped her tears and ran away.

"Sorry, Draco doesn't like girls older than her..."

Just when Pansy began to reject a girl for Malfoy again, she only felt that her head was gently patted from behind, and then her body trembled slightly, and she slowly tidied up her face. With a look of grievance on his face, he turned around.

Sure enough, Malfoy was watching her quietly.

"According to what you said, after ruling out so many options, I only think I like men now, and I don't know when I will have a new spokesperson." Malfoy looked at Pansy helplessly. The corners of his mouth twitched and he said, he didn't know that he had only had so many "taboos" after staying in the library for one morning.

"Yes! Go and invite a man to be your dance partner, that will surely make everyone else's eyes fall out." Pansy said expectantly.

"Okay, I'll go and apologize to them later." Seeing Malfoy's eyes gradually soften, Pansy gradually became speechless. Reluctantly, he turned away and whispered, "I just want to help you choose a better dance partner."

It's a pity that the sourness in these words made her unwilling to believe the authenticity of her words.

"Thank you so much, as long as you don't do anything it's a big help," Malfoy said, raising his eyebrows.

Pansy's injury wasn't enough to support her attending the dance, after all she had difficulty walking now, otherwise Malfoy wouldn't mind fulfilling the girl's little wish.

She lowered her head in frustration and slumped on the table, as if she had suffered a huge blow.

"Are you going to invite that Beauxbatons girl?" Pansy asked suddenly.

"No." Malfoy replied briefly, his words made Pansy's mood better, but in a twinkling of an eye it sank again, "Then she will definitely come to invite you," she muttered to herself.