HP: The Blood Prince of Hogwarts

In just a few seconds, Olga felt like she had lived a lifetime.

Finally, she resigned herself to her fate and stepped out of Fred's arms, lowering her head and not daring to look at the two of them.

"I'm sorry, gentlemen."

A large hand stroked her cheek and gently lifted her head as if it was a rare treasure.

It's George.

Olga was a little speechless as she looked at the boy whose lips looked pale due to excessive blood loss.

George's eyes were full of tenderness.

"How many times do I have to tell you before you remember not to say sorry to us?"

Olga's face was still stained with the blood of the two men. After calming down, her pupils returned to their usual deep black. This time, they were no longer as calm and ruthless as usual, but rather a bit overwhelmed and panicked.

It looks like a broken beauty.

George's heart almost melted. He rubbed the marks with his fingers, but the dried blood seemed a little stubborn.

He leaned over and kissed the corner of Olga's eye. Olga closed her eyes subconsciously, and then felt...

George seemed to lick her.

She pushed the boy away as if she had been electrocuted.

"George...you, what are you--"

George's lips curled up: "The blood has dried and can't be wiped off, so... it's gone now."

The tip of his tongue seemed to still have the sweetness of the girl's face, and George licked his lips unconsciously.

There were large blood stains on George's pajamas, hands, and neck. It looked a bit scary, but the boy's expression was very gentle.

Olga also noticed teeth marks on George's neck.

Even more embarrassing.

She reached out to touch the tooth mark as if to conceal the crime, trying to destroy the evidence.

George thought she was going to touch his head, so he bent down out of habit. Then...

Olga accidentally touched George's Adam's apple.

She didn't notice anything wrong and her fingers slid to the side, but George grabbed them.

His eyes turned dangerous.

"Baby, what are you doing?"

George was going crazy. For the first time, he felt that his self-control was useless in front of Olga.

"That...teeth mark..."

Olga was a little embarrassed to speak up.

George thought about the experience just now and his throat rolled slightly.

"Fred, we're not the good guys, are we?"

Fred understood what George meant.

"George, be a human being."

Don't forget how good little snakes are at hiding from people.

George chuckled and placed Olga's hand on his wound.

Olga didn't understand the two people's riddle, and followed George's actions to restore the boy's neck, which looked a little horrible, to its original state.

She breathed a sigh of relief, finally feeling less embarrassed.

My brain was not clear when I switched from "George" to "Fred" just now, and I forgot to give him a complete neck.

She thought of something and glanced back at Fred's neck.

Fortunately, Fred is intact.

The bed for four people was not very big. At the moment, three people were sitting on the same bed, which seemed a bit cramped, especially since Fred and George were very tall.

Olga was sitting between the two of them at this time, feeling unprecedented pressure.

But as a vampire, you should always have the courage to take responsibility for your own actions.

She coughed lightly and spoke thoughtfully.

"Well..." She took a deep breath, "I will be responsible."

"How to be responsible?" Fred asked impatiently, expecting something.

"Uh...what do you guys want?"

Fred: "Want you."

"?"

"You're excused," George added, giving Fred a warning glare.

Fred shrugged. He was ready to throw the can into the ground.

"...I'm not angry."

Olga returned to her usual serious self.

"Liar! Not angry and yet you're missing!" Fred yelled.

"How could I be missing? I've been attending every class seriously." Except for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

"And you're on a hunger strike." George ignored Olga's rebuttal.

"...It's not that serious... Vampires don't need three meals a day like humans..."

Olga's tone was not as confident as before.

"Then you were so hungry just now-"

Fred spoke quickly, but Olga quickly covered his mouth. As long as she couldn't hear, others would be embarrassed.

Fred did not struggle, but took Olga into his arms, his brown-green eyes filled with smiles.

George: "Then why don't you want to see us? No, you don't want to see everyone. Is it...are we boring you?"

It's time to come.

Olga hid her head in Fred's arms and tried to escape.

Fred was pleasantly surprised by Olga's rare initiative to approach him. He grinned foolishly and hugged Olga a little tighter.

Olga's quail-like behavior made George laugh, it was so adorable.

He stroked Olga's smooth hair and said, "If you don't want to say it, don't be embarrassed."

"Who is embarrassed."

Olga's muffled voice came from Fred's arms, and she said stubbornly: "I'm just a little tired."

"Yeah, you'll feel sleepy when you're full," Fred joked.

"What I mean is-" Olga looked up, not looking at the two of them, "I'm just tired of relationships."

"We--" Fred tried to explain, but was interrupted by Olga.

"It has nothing to do with you. It's my own problem."

Olga lowered her head.

"I'm not good at socializing and I don't understand the ways of the world. Getting along with people based on interests makes me feel more relaxed and I won't be trapped by inexplicable emotions."

She seemed to be stuck in some bad memories.

"Human nature is so complicated, especially when a relationship starts to become intimate, one will unconsciously consider things from the other person's perspective. However... a lot of times one can only guess based on one's feelings, and one may not be right, which is extremely exhausting."

She looked at Fred again, her expression a little aggrieved.

"Just like you may just change your name or behavior, I will feel uncomfortable. For example, Draco always quarrels with Harry and others, and I have to mediate when I meet him. I have to coax him when he is angry..."

"On Halloween, I was just a little hungry. I took Ling to such a remote place, but who knew I would run into you guys, and you were angry—"

She turned to George, her tone accusing.

"You're still being sarcastic to me!"

"When I went to see you the next day, I saw that you were not in good condition and your attitude towards me was also very strange... I felt very wronged... Since this relationship has had a negative impact on both parties, let's just forget it and don't continue--"

George couldn't stand it anymore and pulled Olga into his arms.

…Iron plate hit plus one, damn George.

"Don't give up. You can't give up. Don't abandon us."

George's voice was pleading and trembling, and he suddenly felt very scared.

If the princess hadn't come to see them today.

If they don't wake up.

How long will it take before I can see her again?

To hold her like this.

"...Your behavior has also given me some inspiration. Since my relationship with you is like this, it will probably happen to others sooner or later. It's better to kill it all in the cradle."

"I'm lazy and I'm afraid of being tired."

Olga was talking to herself. Maybe it was because the dead of night made people want to talk more, or maybe it was because Fred and George gave her a sense of tolerance.

She just wanted to speak out everything that had been on her mind for a while.