[hp] Pride and Prejudice

It's been a month since the last troll incident.

They had just finished a spell class, and they were lying on the window here looking at the Quidditch pitch outside.

Pansy sucked his frozen nose: "Draco, let's go back."

"We don't compete again this year." Ola quickly added.

She was going to be in Quidditch anyway.

Most likely forced.

Half of Ola's face was almost retracted into the scarf, even so, the occasional exposed forehead seemed to have been scraped by the cold wind.

Draco pointed forward: "Look, that wild man is defrosting the stadium."

He ignored their complaints at all, and just pointed at Hagrid who was cleaning the pitch.

"Ola," he turned his head suddenly, "you have to study hard, otherwise when you grow up, you can only be like that savage and serve as a servant for the school."

"It won't be so miserable if our family goes bankrupt." Ola rolled her eyes. "And your grades are similar to mine, why pretend to be a good student?"

Weasley's voice suddenly sounded behind him: "Principal Dumbledore may let you take Filch's class, after all, you all hate him so much."

Why would Gryffindor catch him every time he spoke ill of others behind his back?

Now the Gryffindor trio were furious that they called Hagrid a wildling.

"Maybe you should do some work like him," Draco said slowly, "after all, it can subsidize your poor family."

Weasley almost fainted when he heard it, his face was flushed, and he was held tightly by Potter and Granger.

Strange, since the incident with the troll, they've grown closer to Granger.

Potter also said at this time: "Egil, what did you give me last time?"

Ola couldn't help snickering as he recalled the last time his tongue fluttered in the air.

She'd also recounted it so many times in the Slytherin common room - Potter's long tongue around his neck - that they were in no mood for bickering and were laughing as they leaned against the window.

"Potter?" Pansy seemed puzzled, "Where's your tongue scarf?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha--"

"Peel off, what is my oolong in the mudlock?" Ola imitated vividly.

She hadn't forgotten about Potter and Weasley hitting her nose when they opened the door.

Theodore also joined in: "What are you talking about? Potter must want to keep it to catch the golden snitch. Am I right, Potter?"

"Potter, now your teammates don't have to run under the mat," Draco continued sarcastically, "you just need to tie your tongue to the broom and it won't fall off."

Although Goyle and Crabbe couldn't say anything, they would laugh beside them.

It had been Potter and Granger pulling Weasley just now, but now it was Weasley and Granger pulling an angry Potter.

"Calm down, Harry, they must wait for you to rush up and complain to Professor Snape." Weasley said urgently.

Granger calmly reminded: "You can't fight in the corridor, you're about to race."

They carried the puffing Potter away from left to right.

"Good job, Ola." Draco smiled, wiping the tears from his eyes. "We try to piss him off before he plays."

In Draco's state, she didn't think it was strange that he would marry Harry Potter someday.

"Come on, Allen!"

"Glory to Slytherin!"

Quidditch begins.

Ola is not that interested in Quidditch, but she is very talented and can fly on a broomstick.

She would definitely be carried by Draco in Quidditch.

"Hey, look," she said to them, pointing to the Gryffindor's transforming lion. "We should do that too."

"Can you draw?"

"I won't" x6

OK, the trash six.

So they gave up on the idea of ​​making banners.

Draco continued, "Let's bet who falls first—"

"Potter." x5

"What's the point of betting the same?"

Now they don't even have to talk about gambling.

As the number of people in the stands gradually increased, the players of the two teams also officially entered the arena.They flew into the air on broomsticks and hovered in the air, and there were cheers of encouragement all around them.

Like Draco yelling, "Flint."

The surrounding encouragement sounded louder and louder, and she also blurted out a name.

Ola said loudly: "Potter—come on—"

Potter looked at her with a visibly shudder in the air, his eyes gleaming with alert vigilance.

"—Remember to stick out your tongue when your hands are not long enough." She mocked.

How could she be cheering for Potter, it would be nice not to curse him for falling to his death.

Draco laughed: "Look, Potter's face is green."

Ola also raised the corner of her mouth.

Mrs. Hooch, the referee for this game, appeared on the stage.

She blew the whistle.

The golden snitch swayed in front of Potter and Higgins before disappearing.

At this point, the commentator Lee Jordan began: "The Quaffle was immediately snatched by Angelina John of Gryffindor - the girl is not only a good Chaser, but also very attractive. She ran all the way on it, Nice pass! And now it's in the hands of Alias ​​Spinnet, who was a substitute last year - bad, Slytherin snatched the Quaffle!"

Ola was wondering about the explanation. She opened the binoculars to look at the explanation over there. His Gryffindor red scarf almost blinded her eyes.

Oh, and she also saw Delia Psyche swooping down on Joseph John, just barely!His hand wiped the Quaffle and went!

"Oh—false alarm, Delian Pussy caught the air, Angelina continued to move forward, the goalkeeper Bletch made a full posture, can she block it—she missed, Gryffindor scored!" commentary Lee Jordan cheered.

"Damn it!" Draco thumped the railing hard.

"...Oops, that must have hurt, she got hit in the back of the head by a Bludger from Egil, and she looked like she could keep playing, but the ball was snatched by Slytherin."

This time it was Ola who cheered: "Good job! Allen!"

"Delian Pusai rushed towards the goal quickly, but he was hit by another bludger-it was George or Fred, oh, they were difficult to distinguish." commentator Lee Jordan said.

Pansy cupped her face next to her and screamed, "Delian Pussy!!"

Oh, that's what Quidditch is like. There are joys and sorrows, which can arouse countless people's emotions.

Aura stared at the blue sky with excitement.

What a joy it would be if she could make it to the team and make people cheer for her.

But the arms will get fat!

Ola thought in distress.

But at this time her nerves began to be highly tense: "...Harry Potter dodged the Bludger, Fred and George caught up!"

Ola immediately gripped the binoculars——

In fact, the entire Slytherin is looking forward to the first show of the savior.

Potter suddenly rushed in one direction, and Higgins followed closely behind.

"Seekers on both sides spotted the Snitch," continued the narrator. "Harry was obviously faster, and he kept accelerating—oh, damn it!"

In sight, Flint tried to knock him off the side.

He nearly knocked Potter off the Snitch, and made him lose the Snitch as well.

As everyone noticed, Potter's broom was starting to feel wrong.

Potter's broom shook wildly, as if trying to sweep him down.

All eyes were on him now, and the Weasley brothers' attempts to catch him had failed, so he had to hover below to catch him.

Ola frowned: "This is not normal, Nimbus 2000 won't do this."

"Maybe he got a fake." Draco said maliciously.

But her misgivings didn't last that long, because Potter was back on his broom soon after.

Not long after, the eyes of the audience returned to Potter, because Potter and Higgins caught the Snitch together, and then Potter fell down!

"Where's the snitch!" Draco said nervously.

Half his body was about to collapse, and Goyle and Crabbe grabbed him from behind to prevent him from falling from the stands.

Potter knelt on the ground, watching him look like he was about to vomit.

He coughed violently, and a small golden thing spat out of his mouth.

"I've caught the Snitch!" Potter cheered.

Does this work?

Ola glared, annoyed, and said Quidditch wasn't fun.

Next to Draco buried his face in his palms, not even going to greet his future teammates.

Ola patted him on the shoulder awkwardly: "Don't be sad, Draco. Wait until you join the school team next year and beat Potter hard."

He suddenly raised his head and stared straight at her with lightning eyes: "You also want to be with me, we will join the school team and defeat Potter, and you can still compete with our favorite Fratcha Eagles."

"Okay." Anyway, she will participate.

Then be sure to beat Potter to the ground.

But after returning, Draco was still stuck on the sofa in a daze.

"Draco..." She wasn't very consoling, "What are you thinking?"

"I'm going to catch the Snitch next year," he vowed.

All Ola could say was, "It's nothing, Potter is just lucky."

"Come and practice Quidditch with me this holiday," Draco threatened.

Aura could only agree to him.

Draco was not a very principled man, but he was definitely a very vengeful man.

Christmas was approaching, and Draco had found out about Potter's stay at school, and had taunted them countless times - it felt like Draco was just waiting for a chance to taunt Potter without appearing jealous.

After Professor Snape finished teaching Potions, she, Draco Pansy and the others walked away in a mighty corridor.

She was about to have a good chat with Draco about the plan that Snape interrupted in class, when she caught a glimpse of Draco's eyes starting to light up.

Oh, he definitely saw Potter.

"Hi, Hagrid, do you need help?" said Weasley.

Sure enough, following Draco's gaze, she saw Hagrid dragging a big tree and the three Gryffindors surrounding him.

"Draco—" She was about to remind Draco that his long-awaited opportunity had come.

I saw Draco rushing over there impatiently.

Sure enough, mocking Potter was a hobby he didn't need to be reminded of.

Draco was arrogant: "Can you get out of the way and block the way of others."

Theodore whispered to her, "He started again."

Olasha nodded matter-of-factly.

However, bullying Potter was such an interesting thing that he couldn't do it alone.

"Weasley," she walked over with her proud head raised, "I guess you want to watch the hunting grounds like your two older brothers after graduation. What are you doing now, come to preview work first?"

"Take Potter with you, his family doesn't want him." Draco said familiarly.

They both threw their heads up.

Originally, she thought that at least one of Potter or Weasley was so popular that he jumped, but unexpectedly Weasley suddenly covered his nose exaggeratedly.

"Oh, Merlin, what about Pansy, my nose, my nose hurts!" Weasley yelled.

Potter imitated Pansy's scream, "Ola! Ola! Is your nose all right?"

Pan Xi was angry: "Why are you like this? Learn from others!"

She figured out right away that Potter was imitating her that night.

Weasley screamed while covering his nose.

"Both of you will die to me!" Ola said angrily.

She was about to rush up and give them a spell when Draco and Pansy grabbed her tightly.

But that familiar voice extinguished the anger on both sides: "What are you doing?"

Oh, it's Professor Snape.

Draco immediately made a small report: "Professor, just now Weasley made rude remarks and laughed at us."

"Obviously you were the ones who found fault first." Weasley was indignant.

Not to be outdone, Ola showed sympathy: "Yes, Dean, the two of us were scolded by the three of them."

The three people on the opposite side looked at her angrily.

At this time, Hagrid, who was silent on the side, spoke: "Malfoy and Egil were the first to laugh at their family, Professor Snape."

"I only heard Mr. Weasley's cry comparable to that of a witch bird," Professor Snape said with a poisonous tongue, "The corridor is a public place, and I assume Mr. Weasley didn't think this is a place for him to express his singing voice ?”

Weasley was not convinced: "Obviously Egil—"

"Five points from Gryffindor." He shook off the irresistible words and walked away, waving his robes.

Ola felt refreshed physically and mentally when she saw Potter and Weasley dare not speak out.

She and Draco looked at each other tacitly, then looked at them provocatively together, and deliberately passed the tree Hagrid was holding, rubbing off a leaf.

Weasley's voice came from behind; "They're really - one day I'll teach them a lesson."

"I really hate them," Potter echoed in disgust, "how can there be people like Egil and Malfoy."

"And Snape."

When he was gone, Draco couldn't help laughing happily.

But different from the joy of the boys, Pansy tugged on her sleeve in a low voice: "Did I really scream like that that day?"

"How is it possible?" Ola was relieved, "Potter's barking sounded like a bird. I was going to get sick when I heard it. How could he be like you."

Pansy still pouted, as if she cared that Potter followed her.

Ola said a few words of comfort, and went to the library with Theodore Pansy. After all, she couldn't lose to Granger from Gryffindor—she was a bitch.

If she were No.1, Ola wouldn't even believe that she was a pure blood.

As for Draco, he took Goyle and Crabbe to the auditorium to watch the giant joke.

Ola sat in the library reviewing her homework, but her mind was still wandering outside.

After all, Christmas is coming, who is in the mood to review?

"We've searched many times," Potter's voice suddenly came from next to his ear, "There's still no Nicolome."

Nick LeMay?

She carefully turned over, as if seeing Potter and the others looking for something.

Didn't even notice them.

The name is really familiar.

Her ears moved, and she noticed that both Pansy and Theodore stopped in unison.

Granger's annoying voice sounded: "I have to look for it, where else but the library?"

Ola paid attention to the sound, silently remembering what they said in her heart.

Potter even went down to the Restricted/Books section while Mrs. Pince was watching, and of course she kicked him out with a feather duster.

She asked quietly: "Theodore, do you know Nicole May?"

"Take care of yourself." Theodore spoke very calmly.

Still interesting to Draco.

But after copying the notes and returning to the long table in Slytherin, the familiar faces almost left. After all, tomorrow is Christmas, and they all want to go home early.

But there are still a few acquaintances left at the Gryffindor table next door.

Ola touched the potion in her pocket, and then showed a sly smile.

"Gol, give me a little cake."

After she got it, she poured the bottle of Norwegian specialty heartworm honey on top.

"Hey," Olla ran over there, "Potter."

Potter's green eyes were alert. "What are you trying to do? Egil."

"Merry Christmas," she tried to speak softly, "I'm sorry for saying those things in the hallway."

Potter's mouth opened a little in surprise, but his brow was still furrowed as he saw her used to.

"You know, we didn't mean to talk about your family," Ola pretended to be annoyed, "We just... hey, I don't have a very complete family anyway, I know the pain of others being so picky, but there is Sometimes my mouth is faster than others..."

"Anyway, sorry," she said finally.

Maybe Ola's acting is sincere.

In other words, Potter still believed in her heart that she was a kinder girl than Draco.

She watched Potter's eyes widen, almost popping out of their sockets.

But Orla's beautiful eyes were overflowing with emotion that he couldn't refuse.

"It's okay." After a hard struggle, he was still willing to trust a girl like a gentleman. "I didn't expect you to... After all, you and Malfoy always—"

"I'm not as bad as you think." She pulled out a cake, "Would you like to try this, a reconciliation cupcake."

Aura tried her best to control the smile on her lips: "I made it specially for you, you just don't want to dislike him."

Potter took it hesitantly.

Can't tell, he's still wary of her.

"If you're still worried about Halloween, I promise it won't happen again." Ola tried to be sincere, "That candy was actually given to me by George. I'm afraid you won't accept Slytherin's candy, so give it to me." From your Gryffindor."

Potter heard the familiar name and relaxed: "It's okay."

As if he had finally figured something out, he took the reconciliation cupcake with a smile, and took a bite under her expectant gaze.

"Thank you for the cupcakes," Potter's eyes sparkled, "they're really sweet—"

Originally Potter was talking to her well, but his shoulders shook at a subtly visible speed.

He suddenly lowered his head and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes vigorously.

"Potter?" Ola expressed concern appropriately.

He didn't answer for a long time, his body trembled more and more, and occasionally there was the sound of sniffling.Potter pushed his glasses up with the back of his hand, fumbling in the corners of his eyes, unwilling to look up at her.

Ola suppressed a smile: "Potter, isn't the food I gave you particularly delicious?"

Potter looked up angrily.

From this action, she could see how much Potter hated her, but the uncontrollable sadness in her heart still overwhelmed the anger and confusion.

Potter's eyes were flushed, and his emerald eyes were so moist that they seemed to be able to ripple.There were staggered tear stains on that immature face, and teardrops kept rolling down from the corners of his eyes.

"Potter," said Ola's harsh voice, "are you crying?"

Potter choked up: "I...didn't..."

"Is the food I gave you so delicious that you cried?" Ola asked closer.

Potter kept choking: "You, you, what the hell—"

Look, poor Potter, too sad to say a full sentence.

Ola leaned closer to him on purpose, laughing loudly into his ear.

But Potter seemed to finally be unable to hold back amidst her wanton laughter, and wept, covering his face.

"I'll see you next time, Potter." She patted Potter on the shoulder.

Because the surrounding Gryffindors had noticed the situation here, otherwise they would find her crying their savior.After all, she alone can't handle so many Gryffindors.

After returning to the express box during the Christmas holiday, Ola still vividly described Potter's uncontrollable crying.

Oh, those big emerald green eyes with a mist in them are so cute they should be shared with everyone.

whee.