[hp] Pride and Prejudice

"Are you still dancing?" Harry asked hesitantly.

Ola shook her head, his dancing posture was too stiff, she couldn't look at others anymore.

She kept looking for where Allen was.

When they sat back in their chairs and looked for Allen, he finally arrived with a dark-haired girl.

"It's all said, he may have forgotten." Harry said.

He turned his head and saw that Ola still had a dissatisfied expression on her face. She secretly pointed to the front: "Look at who is that?"

"It's Seamus," he whispered. "It's my roommate."

Ola frowned, "He has been watching us, I think he will come over to ask us questions soon, let's go, let's go to a place where no one can see."

They stood up, pretending to get drinks, but actually sneaked out the door.

As if doing something bad.

After they got out of the door, their breathing became normal again, and it took a while to run out of the corridor. Finally, the two of them were leaning against the wall exhausted, their gray-blue eyes looking at their green eyes.

He didn't want to move anymore, he just wanted to look at her.

"Your nose was rubbed against the wall powder," Ola suddenly pointed at the tip of his nose, "it's white!"

Before Harry could react, she first stretched out her long fingers and gently scratched the tip of his nose.

Ola didn't take back her hand, but leaned closer to show him her fingertips. After Harry adjusted the black frame to get a better look, she quickly scratched his cheek, and what she saw clearly through the glasses was her mischievous smile.

Harry should have blamed her, he should have been furious, but instead he smiled at her.

Ola smiled sweetly: "Let's go."

The fairy lights in the rose garden flickered as they descended the steps.They found all around them low bushes, ornately decorated winding paths, and huge stone statues.

Harry walked with her stiffly, staring at her hand from time to time, wondering if he should hold her.

"Do you know where this is?" Ola asked him.

He looked at her, and after a long time, he let out an ah, and said falteringly: "It's too dark, I didn't see clearly."

Harry squinted his eyes, trying to see clearly, and finally he smiled slightly.

"I see," he said, "it's a place I've never been to."

Ola smiled, "I've been here before, and this is a place where many couples date, but I know there are some horse people here, and my dream is to touch the tail of the horse people."

Harry's expression froze instantly.

"Can you..." He frowned, "Do something that won't attract people's hatred?"

Aura turned her head seriously, "Then do you have a tail for me to touch?"

Harry's face flushed instantly, "You, I'd better do something else with you."

He lowered his head, trying to find some fun, and finally he sighed: "Tell me, what wish do you have, I will try my best to help you, except touching the centaur's tail."

Ola rolled her eyes.

"I still have a wish, that is..." She leaned closer to him, and Harry could see her face clearly, "Someone persuaded Professor Snape to wash his hair, Harry, your house sells shampoo, half of the wizarding world They are all using your products, if Professor Snape is moved, he will be one of your customers."

Harry quickly looked away, humming inexplicably.

Ola thought for a while, "Of course, I guess Professor Snape has a personal enmity with your Potter family, otherwise, why does he look like he hasn't washed his hair for more than 30 years every day?"

Harry didn't know what she said, his mind was confused by the sound of breathing clearly in his ears, so he hummed a few times casually.

Aura stayed where she was sullenly.

She thought he really didn't support her idea, so she had no fun at all.

Forget it, if it weren't for the title of Golden Boy, a handsome Seeker with a little Quidditch skills would be inferior to Slytherin's goalkeeper Wallins.

"Pepper, stop kissing, I'm afraid people will hear—" a girl's voice sounded.

"It's all right, Dolly," the boy smiled, "I have a nice spell, just close your ears and listen!"

They lost their voices for a moment.

But soon, Harry and Ola saw the figures of the two people gradually overlapping each other. The boy picked up the girl and let her lean against the tree trunk. The two kissed passionately, and the girl gradually became disheveled. ...

"Let's go, Harry." Ola said awkwardly, "No wonder my brother didn't let me come here before, and said not to go to the hidden jungle."

Harry let out an oh for a while.

They carefully crawled into another jungle, and Harry sighed in pain, "It's so weird."

"It's nothing strange," she blushed too, "my brother has kissed a lot of girls too."

He lowered his voice: "But, but, how could he kiss the middle of that girl's legs?"

Aura shook her head quickly.

She avoided him subconsciously, and then clamped her legs tightly.

Harry took a few steps and followed her footsteps, and she slowly heard his heavy breathing, and then, when she regained consciousness, Ola felt some pain in her head and was pressed against the tree trunk.

She opened her eyes wide, and there was a faint expectation in her heart, would she want to be like that girl?

The tall and thin boy lowered his head, exhaled from the tip of his nose and hit her on the face in disorder.

"Yes, I'm sorry..." Harry closed his eyes, "I didn't mean to..."

He tried hard to control himself, slowly moved back, and finally his willpower restrained his emotions.

But then, Ola put her hand on his shoulder, with a kind of anger that others are not crazy about her: "Aren't you going to kiss me?"

He opened his eyes in shock.

"I mean," Harry pursed his lips, "are you..."

Aura looked at him, a little annoyed, and she stepped on his shoes angrily.Harry let out a cry of pain, and suddenly understood what she was thinking, before she walked out, he immediately lowered his head and kissed her soft lips.

The boy's breath was so close that it almost overwhelmed her at that moment.

He kissed her a little shyly, slowly feeling her body temperature, his whole body stiffened, and he rampaged predatorily in her mouth.And a trembling excitement swept over Ola in an instant, she could hardly stand still, passively accepting the kiss with disheveled hair.

"Don't, don't kiss," she finally said, "I can hardly breathe."

Harry snorted heavily, and he pulled her up. Ola's legs were so weak that she almost leaned on him to walk.

Halfway between the two of them, he couldn't help lowering his head to kiss her lips again. Ola's arm rested on his shoulder, and their lips stuck together again. This time he was quite skilled, and their tongues were on the Playing, after a few seconds, Ola fell into his arms again with heavy breathing.

Harry's voice was hoarse: "Did I kiss too hard?"

Ola shook her head, out of breath.

The two of them were walking elsewhere when they heard a series of familiar voices.

"...I don't understand why there is such a fuss, Igor."

"Severus, you can't pretend this didn't happen!" Karkaroff's voice sounded panicked "It's become more and more obvious over the past few months. I'm very worried now, and I can't deny— "

"Run away then," Snape said impatiently. "Run away, and I'll excuse you. But I want to stay at Hogwarts—"

Snape and Karkaroff turned a corner.With his wand in hand, Snape blasted the rosebush away.He had a stern face, an ugly expression.There were screams from many flowers, and several dark figures jumped out from inside.

"Ten points from Ravenclaw, Fawcett!" said Snape fiercely - as a girl ran past him. "Ten points from Hufflepuff, Stebbins!"

Another boy chased after the girl.

Harry took her hand decisively and hid without looking back.

He turned rationally: "Why is Snape so familiar with Karkaroff?"

"I said that Karkaroff used to work for You-Know-Who," Ola told him, "but he turned his back on it. It sounds like Snape also worked for him, so maybe he turned his back on it."

Harry pondered for a few seconds, "Is it possible that Karkaroff was the one who voted me for the Goblet of Fire?"

Ola shook her head confidently, "Impossible, my father Alto used to be his good friend, he told me that the mysterious man might not let this traitor go, you heard it just now, Karkaroff was afraid of him to death , He still voted for you? He took his son and hid away."

Of course, Artaud also said You-Know-Who might be hungry.

Harry thought slowly, he belatedly thought, oh, he's holding Ola's hand.

He was in a trance when he remembered the scene just now. He took her to sit on a big rock.Ola sat next to her, her little leather shoes kicking in front of her boringly.

"Actually, I want to tell you..."

Harry pursed his lips, and then he organized his words: "Ola, I mean, would you like to be with me, um?"

withme.

"Probably not," Ola teased him deliberately, "because I have to go back to the lounge later."

She wanted him to taste it.

Harry was in a hurry: "It's not about that, I mean..."

"My brother won't agree," she said quickly. "You will be beaten to death with his wand, or stabbed to death. Are you willing to die? I think, well, we'd better do..."

"It's enough not to be discovered by him." Harry said, "It's not too difficult."

She stayed where she was, and after a long time, he only felt a wet kiss on the side of his cheek.

Harry leaned forward, breathing on her face: "Let's go, I'll take you back."

The two held hands and walked towards the castle.Harry wanted to kiss her face from time to time, but he was afraid that she would not agree, so he took her hand, and once again resented that the road from the Forbidden Forest to the castle was too short.

"Okay, Harry," Olla informed him with a blushing face, "I'm going to walk back to the lounge by myself, I'm afraid my brother might see it."

Harry didn't want to let go of her hand, "Wait for me, I'll go back to the tower to get my invisibility cloak."

Aura stood where she was, and nodded shyly.

After he left, she covered her burning cheeks. Unexpectedly, Ola, the third grader who vowed not to reconcile with Potter, finally betrayed her vow.

It's amazing that she has formed such a deep friendship with the protagonist of the fairy tales she heard when she was a child.

It is estimated that when she was a child, she never took it seriously when she listened to the story, and always listened to it as a hypnotic story, because after her mother finished reading it, she must close her eyes and fall asleep.

At the beginning, she just shook hands with him with the mentality of making friends with the savior. Later, she followed her friends to commit crimes and bully him crazily. What really touched Ola's heart was that she joined Quidditch and realized that he was playing After how good the ball is.

She practiced desperately on the field every day, not as strong as his casual talent.

Ola gradually paid attention to him and found that Harry had many advantages.

But in the third grade, he really hurt her self-confidence, and Ola did force herself not to pay attention to him, but the more she deliberately controlled her eyes, the more she wanted to look away, not to mention that Harry was always one of the topics of her friends .

He is gentle and bright.

Aura recalled her experience in the third grade, and thought a little relieved, and wouldn't it be interesting to let a famous savior with few friends be her servant?

At this moment, Harry hurried down and put the invisibility cloak on her head: "Let's go!"

Olla spread the cloak, and she took Harry's hand and walked underground.

The further you go down, the silver green and darkness accompany you.

"Slytherin, let's live under the lake," said Harry, wanting to slap his mouth, ""Hogwarts, A School History" has been written, do you feel cold at night?"

Ola couldn't help laughing, "Hogwarts teaches magic, we don't use matches for warmth."

Harry scratched the back of his head, wanting to say something to her, but it didn't occur to him that we couldn't talk about Quidditch every day.

Neither of them are reporters stationed next to the team.

"I met Cedric just now," he said. "He told me about the second level, but I prefer to find out the reason myself."

Before she could answer, Millison and Aitasha sneered and walked down together.

"Apart from having a good brother, what else does she have?" Millicent said, "Oh, the family doesn't work for that person, so she directly danced the opening dance with Dumbledore's baby boy, and she insisted on being famous beside other schools. Tsk, love of vanity."

Aitasha echoed: "She insists on being famous. Wouldn't it be better to find that Hufflepuff warrior? Let me tell you, she just cares about face more than us."

"Yeah," Millicent said bitterly, "I usually keep getting together with Draco just to see that their family is rich, right? Now that Draco's reputation can't help her, she's going to find the golden boy, She's such a shameless B—"

"What did you say?" Draco said coldly.

They stopped talking.

Ola took a few steps forward carefully, and saw him holding the hawthorn wand, with very proud gray eyes: "Say it again?"

Millicent said nothing.

"Very good," he sneered, "Bost, let me hear one more word, and your family is really doomed."

Draco turned back, and the delicate robe embroidered with his name rolled back.

She stood where she was, her heart was filled with emotion, and she was about to get out of the invisibility cloak when the youthful young man kissed her very forcefully.

Aura's hand blocked his neck again, and the boy's breath swept over clearly. He searched shyly and earnestly. After a few seconds, the tip of his tongue became flexible, declaring sovereignty in her mouth.

Ola's mind was so confused that she could hardly remember what happened just now.

She snuggled softly into his arms.

Harry kissed her forehead.

"Good night kiss." Emerald eyes blinked at her.