[HP]Helen Pan

My mother said: Feelings are easy to deteriorate if you keep them in your heart, so you must tell him.

Three days before the prom, I decided to confess to George.

The whole process was simple, easier than I had ever imagined before.Taking advantage of the time when get out of class was over, I stopped George and Fred on the stairs who were about to go downstairs, and then asked Fred to give me a chance to talk to George alone.

"Although it's a bit abrupt, I still want to tell you." I dodged to look into George's eyes, and those twinkling witty eyes still seemed unserious at the moment, "George... I like you. I can invite you to be me partner?"

I could see from the look on George's face that he obviously didn't take my words seriously.He looked at me in shock at first, and after three seconds he burst out laughing in a very inconspicuous manner, almost falling down the stairs like that, "Oh, Merlin! Helen, today is not April Fool's Day."

I looked at him seriously, then nodded, "I know, please accept my confession."

George put his hands to his mouth, his shoulders shaking violently from laughing.He stretched out his palm and rubbed it on the top of my head, and said in a teasing tone, "Silly girl, if I hadn't already had a partner, I would definitely agree to your invitation." hair, "Listen, you don't have to say you like me just because of the prom invitation." He blinked mischievously, leaned closer to me and said in a low voice, "I know, you like that Slytherin kid, right? Me and Fred has seen you several times. The last time the hero rescued the beauty was so handsome. Although the guy looks short, he looks really good." He patted my shoulder as he said, "Keep up the good work! Boys are easy to chase, if you encounter any problems, just ask me, Fred and I will definitely help you."

Then, as if under a petrification spell, I froze in place and watched George's back drifting away.

I didn't even receive a good person card...

It wasn't until the next class bell rang that I suddenly woke up.The next class was Hagrid's Amazing Magical Creatures class, and the thought of having to deal with those freshly shelled snails gave me a headache.Just after I ran out of the teaching building, the erratic and annoying weather in the UK added another strong stroke to my gloomy mood.

Braving the sudden heavy rain for a few steps, the toe of my shoe was tripped by a stone, and the books in my arms were unfortunately scattered all over the floor.I couldn't help cursing before slowly picking up the textbooks one by one. The parchment sent by Draco also suffered misfortune. I spread it out and took a look. ink blots.I wiped it carelessly with my sleeve before I put it back into the textbook.When I looked up again, I saw the students who should be in class running towards me.After asking, I found out that Hagrid said that the snails should not touch the water, so today's lesson was cancelled.

"Vafanculo!" I cursed heartily.

During evening self-study, me, Ron, and Harry, three people without a partner, had low air pressure and ugly faces.

I felt dizzy looking at the Potions homework in front of me, and it was even more uncomfortable for Professor Snape to walk around the table from time to time.I wrote a ball of paper and threw it to Michael who was studying at another table.It's a pity that he turned around and spread his arms apologetically at me, and told me with a reply note that he had accepted an invitation from a girl named Luna.I hung my head in frustration, and glanced across the table at Draco in Slytherin, who was lazily propping his head up and talking to a girl.I muttered and curled my lips. It seemed that he had already had a dance partner, so I felt inexplicably sour when I thought about it.Ink dripped from the tip of the quill, leaving a large blob on the work paper.It reminded me of the parchment that Draco gave me, and when I opened the page I was annoyed to find that the parchment was almost stuck to the textbook.I think this thing is probably broken.

Ron probably thought that Hermione hadn't received an invitation to the prom either, and he tried to invite her, but in a tone that was characteristic of a second year in junior high school, making one want to punch him.Hermione couldn't bear it anymore and stood up and hit him hard on the head with a book, then handed in her homework and turned to leave.

"Uh, Helen." Harry pursed his lips and broke the delicate silence after Hermione left.I looked at Harry almost expectantly. I thought he wanted to give me an invitation.

"Do you...have a partner?" Harry frowned nervously waiting for my answer.He pushed back his glasses, and the green eyes behind the round glasses looked hesitant.

"I..." I was so excited that I was about to speak when Ron snatched it away.He bumped Harry with his elbow, propped his chin and said lazily, "Come on! I've seen a lot of boys pass notes to Helen. Even Hermione has a dance partner. Helen must already have one."

After hearing Ron's words, Harry said yes and turned his eyes back to his homework.His back was arched and he looked a little depressed.Ron patted Harry on the shoulder reassuringly, then winked at me and said, "I'm right! I guess your partner must be the senior one."

At that moment, I had the feeling that I was kicked hard by Ron.Just as I was trying to explain to Harry, Professor Snape, who was on patrol here, came over our heads one by one.I clenched my fists and angrily sorted out my things, and handed my homework to Professor Snape.Of course, before I left, I gave Ron a hard hit on the head as well.

Christmas came as scheduled, and Ginny spent almost an afternoon dressing herself up. Even Hermione put down the book in her hand and sat in front of the makeup mirror.I used the excuse that I was not feeling well, and lay on the bed until the afternoon. After they left the dormitory one after another, I slowly sat up from the bed and stared blankly at the dress sent by my mother.

This is probably my prettiest dress ever, I thought ruefully.

After thinking about it carefully, I finally stood up and slowly put on the skirt, and then put on those beautiful silver high-heeled shoes.

Turning around in front of the mirror, I thought happily that my legs were still quite beautiful.Looking back at the ruby ​​necklace lying in the box, I tossed my hair and picked a black ribbon from the drawer and tied it around my too-empty neck.

The high-heeled shoes made a "tapping" sound in the empty hall, and the portraits on the wall turned their heads following my steps, expressing their dissatisfaction silently.

I hesitated for a long time at the entrance of the hall, and the wonderful music faintly came from the crack of the door as if it was an invitation.Looking inside, under the golden crystal lamp, groups of young men and women are twirling deftly on the marble dance floor.All kinds of delicacies were piled up on the long table beside me, and I remembered that my stomach had been empty all afternoon.

His gaze swept across them unconsciously, just in time to see George happily spinning around the girl named Angelina.The girl is not tall, nor is she hot.I looked down dumbly at the bow on the toe of my shoe, and there was a huge gap in my heart at that moment.

For the first time in my life, my affection for the opposite sex ended without a problem.

The heavy rain in the past few days made the night sky tonight extraordinarily beautiful.The deep blue sky is like silk brocade quietly supporting the diamond-like stars.The clouds are so thin that they can't cover the moonlight or starlight. Today is a night suitable for stargazing.I looked back at the castle that was fading away behind me, and then thought to myself, at least they couldn't see the scenery outside.

Before I knew it, I had come near the Forbidden Forest.The evening breeze gently caressed my bare arms, making me tremble with goosebumps.Looking at the silent forest in the distance under the night, I unconsciously gathered my shawl and turned to go back.The wind brought a familiar voice, which made me stop subconsciously.

After walking a few steps in that direction, I pushed aside the already sluggish bushes and found that Draco was sitting there alone drinking something.

"What are you drinking?" I took off my high heels and sat next to him.

Draco glanced at me lazily, with an unusual blush on his normally fair cheeks.He raised his neck and took another sip, then turned his head and said to me, "Why did you come here?"

"Where should the poor bastard go without a partner?" I hugged my shoulders and sniffed. "Is it wine? Can I have some?" I blinked and pointed to the bag in Draco's hand. Bottle of amber liquid.

He gave me a blank look, and then stuffed the bottle into my hand.I took a sip, and the strong aroma of the wine diffused into my throat, but the cold liquid burned all the way into my stomach.The hot feeling made me unprepared and coughed uncontrollably, and even choked out tears.

Draco laughed like he was making fun of me.He took back the bottle and took another sip, "You don't have a partner?" He raised his eyebrows, his gray-blue eyes were covered with a strange look, "Then why didn't you accept my invitation?"

I rolled my eyes at him, reached out and grabbed the bottle and took another sip, "When did you invite me?"

"Write it on that paper." Draco gave me a sideways look like an idiot.

"Oh..." I blinked and looked up at the sky dully, "I ruined that parchment." As I said that, I took another sip.

Alcohol is indeed an addictive thing, and the liquid that was still extremely spicy just now has a lingering fragrance.

"Pfft..." Draco leaned back and laughed out of shape, "You really are an idiot."

"You're the idiot!" I pushed him, but I didn't expect to push him to the ground with too much force.I took a sip from the bottle and sighed contentedly.

The white mist that came out of the mouth rolled in the air, and was finally blown away by the evening wind.

The chill just now dissipated without a trace. At this moment, my stomach felt hot, and my whole body was warmed from the inside to the outside.

"Hey! Why don't you go to the prom? There are so many girls you can invite!" I pushed Draco who was still lying on the ground and pretended to be dead.

"Cut!" He sat up cross-legged, brushing some messy hair, "That dance is obviously for those three idiots, what am I going to do?"

"Are you really a peacock?" I poked his shoulder with my index finger, "You like to show off so much anytime and anywhere!" As I said that, I rolled my eyes at him again.

"Hey! Are you drunk! Who allowed you to talk to me like that!" Draco yelled dissatisfied, with a rare childish awkwardness on his face.

"Cut!" I glanced at him, lifted the bottle subconsciously but found that the bottle was empty, greedily drank the last drop of wine and then turned to look at Draco who was sitting on the side, "Hey, is there any more? "I bumped him with my shoulder.

"You think I'm buying wine?" He gave me a contemptuous look, "Do you think it's easy to get brandy into school without telling the teacher?"

"Stingy!" I muttered, looking up.

The castle in the distance looked very hazy at the moment, but the orange halo from the window fell into my sight clearly.I raised my head and thought for a while, then got up and patted the grass residue on the skirt.

Tonight is the ball, and I want to dance too!

I tugged Draco by the arm and dragged him to the side flagstones, then bent down to slip on my high heels.

"Draco, let's dance!" I smiled and held out my hand to him.

Draco put his hands on his hips and gave me a blank look, then reached out and slapped me hard on the head, "You really are an idiot! It should be the man's right to invite dancers."