"My head hurts." Pansy mumbled unconsciously as she woke up from her sleep. Then, she realized she was sleeping on a soft leather sofa, covered with a pink flannel blanket. She hurriedly propped herself up with her hands, straightened up, and looked around. She saw the pale golden rays of the setting sun shining through the window onto the dark cyan floor. The sofa she was on was surrounded by a luxurious carpet.
"Draco!" she called out quickly, afraid that Malfoy would leave her behind.
"You're awake?" Malfoy, slightly on tiptoe, was cleaning a tall bookcase in the living room. Several pieces of glass were broken, revealing gaps. He needed to use magic to enlarge the broken areas to close the gaps. However, seeing Pansy wake up, he stopped what he was doing.
"I have to say, I was careless. This music box was enchanted. Luckily, it only had a slightly hypnotic effect." As Malfoy spoke, he took out the music box from his pocket and handed it to Pansy.
"I'm sorry, I was also affected." Malfoy said helplessly to Pansy. "But you were lucky. There was a sofa behind you, so you shouldn't have fallen."
"But I woke up earlier and saw you drooling in your sleep, so I couldn't bear to wake you up." Malfoy said, teasing Pansy.
"What?" Hearing this, Pansy quickly put down the box and wiped her mouth with her sleeve. Then, her face turned red, the blush spreading to the roots of her ears.
"You're lying to me!" After this series of actions, Pansy realized she had been tricked again and said somewhat angrily.
"Then, as compensation, I'll let you drool when you see delicious food. You can save a little now. Although this place is relatively desolate, there are still a few restaurants if you walk in other directions." Malfoy shrugged and pointed to the setting sun outside the window. "Let's go. It's almost evening for a young lady who slept through lunch."
As Malfoy said this, a few "growling" sounds were heard at that moment.
"Let's go, where are we going?" Pansy immediately flipped over on the sofa, as if nothing had happened, quickly put on her shoes, stood up, and began to pretend to look around.
But the disappointing "growling" sound began to echo in the room again.
Another awkward silence.
"Well, okay, if we don't leave, a certain little glutton will starve. If the little glutton's father finds out, he might say I'm abusing his daughter, and my life won't be easy."
"Dare you say my father is a cat?" Pansy said, hands on her hips, leaning forward, unconvinced.
"It seems you've admitted my statement." Malfoy said seriously, but just as he saw Pansy's breathing becoming more and more rapid, about to explode, Malfoy changed the subject, raised an eyebrow, and said, "So, give me a chance to buy you off."
"What do you want to eat?" he then asked.
"Let me think." As soon as food was mentioned, Pansy began to think with her head down, temporarily giving up the pursuit.
"I'll consider other things after I'm full." Pansy thought to herself.
"Mistress wants to eat what, Kreacher will do anything!" Pansy suddenly heard the voice of the house-elf that made her feel sick.
Oh, his name is Kreacher.
He was standing at Malfoy's feet, now looking very energetic, his chest held high, the fluff in his ears groomed very neatly. The dirty rag that was around his waist was washed white. Malfoy wanted to give him new clothes, but if he really did, this house-elf might commit suicide immediately. In Kreacher's eyes, giving him freedom would be the most humiliating thing.
But Pansy obviously didn't hear the last part, like a sophisticated computer suddenly crashing, she instantly lost the ability to think, standing there blankly.
"Mis… Mistress?" Pansy repeated stutteringly, but her voice was too soft for Kreacher to hear.
"Kreacher is proficient in all kinds of cooking." Kreacher proudly raised his big head! He continued to say proudly.
"Kreacher, you can call her Miss Parkinson." Malfoy interrupted Kreacher.
"Kreacher, I order you to call me that from now on!" Pansy hurriedly stared at Kreacher, her eyes shining.
"Miss Parkinson, please believe Kreacher's craftsmanship!" Compared to Pansy's orders, Malfoy was now his true master, so Kreacher immediately changed his address, continuing to explain his abilities seriously, ignoring Pansy's later words.
"I have cleaned the kitchen, please believe in the qualities of a qualified house-elf!" Kreacher preemptively said, thinking he had seen through what Pansy was thinking.
"Really?" Pansy asked, looking at Kreacher suspiciously. Pansy, who still wanted to insist on that "address," was suddenly drawn back to the present.
"Of course!" Kreacher said confidently. House-elves were very good at housework. In the original story, Kreacher only resented those who occupied the nest and perfunctorily treated the members of the Order of the Phoenix, even deliberately causing trouble. But today, Malfoy fulfilled Regulus's wish for him, earning Kreacher's respect from the heart.
"Kreacher's best dish is steak and kidney pie!" Kreacher said excitedly, waving the knife and fork in his hand!
But Pansy still ran downstairs as if she didn't believe it, and went straight into the basement. The greasy tables and chairs had left a very deep impression on her.
But when she came down those steps again, Pansy began to wonder if her memory was flawed. Maybe Malfoy had modified her memory during the time she had fainted earlier.
As soon as she entered the kitchen, Pansy saw that the surrounding walls seemed to have been repainted with the corresponding color, presenting a reddish-brown color. The mold on the wooden table had also been completely cleaned, as if it were newly bought. The few iron pots hanging on the ceiling were also taken down, placed on the table, and wiped clean.
A fire was also lit in the fireplace, and charcoal was burning in the fire, making crackling sounds.
Other plates and copper trays were neatly placed on the table, reflecting the rising flames, shining brightly.
"Please give Kreacher a chance, Miss Parkinson! Kreacher will definitely make a dinner that satisfies you and the master!" Kreacher stood in front of Pansy and bowed deeply.
"Okay." Pansy could only nod. Kreacher looked much more pleasing to the eye than before. Maybe his cooking skills were not bad? A trace of anticipation appeared in her heart.
French onion soup, stew, meat pies, custard… Pansy and Malfoy patiently waited for Kreacher's cooking. The heavy knife automatically chopped the ingredients, making "da da" sounds. The ceramic pot on the fire was bubbling, emitting an enticing aroma.
Kreacher was very efficient.
One dish after another was placed on plates and handed over.
"When I visited your house before, I never saw such a sumptuous meal." At this moment, Pansy's eyes were no longer fixed on the rich delicacies, but on Malfoy, as if picking a bone.
"Every wizard has their own area of expertise, and so do house-elves. Dobby's area of expertise is cleaning and tidying up. Dobby also cleaned this kitchen." Malfoy didn't care about this and explained patiently.
"Kreacher, come to my house, I'll give you double the salary." Pansy glanced at Kreacher, who was still busy, then turned her provocative gaze to Malfoy, saying it as if to spite him.
She was still "resentful" about the "address" issue not long ago.
"Miss Parkinson." Kreacher turned his head, his big eyes wide, "Please do not insult a house-elf's loyalty." He said seriously, then turned back to cooking his dishes, ignoring Pansy.
"Loyalty, what loyalty? Draco, you only came today." Pansy turned her face away again, saying softly, feeling a little stuffy, but she was soon attracted by the aroma of the food constantly being brought to the table.
Soon, these foods became the objects of her consolation.
"Aren't they two eating?" Pansy put the food she liked into her bowl, and then thought of something, asking Malfoy in a low voice.
"Inviting house-elves to the table is also an insult to them." Malfoy shrugged, he didn't mind eating with them, but Kreacher and Dobby would be very concerned about this issue.
Even though Dobby was still pursuing freedom.
But sadly, it was only "limited" freedom. A little favor could make them grateful.
Malfoy was powerless to change this, and he didn't have the energy to change it.
He could only restrain himself and try to influence the people around him.
"Then, when I have free time, can I ask them to do something else?" Pansy tasted the onion soup in front of her, stirring the thick soup with a spoon, while supporting her cheek, asking.
"Don't go too far, and I'll agree." Malfoy nodded. He had to stay in this house for a while, and he didn't have time to accompany her. It would be great if Pansy could find a way to relieve her boredom.
Kreacher's skills were indeed very good. Even though he had been living in a daze for many years, his cooking skills had not declined. This made the food on the table disappear at a visible speed.
After a while, the table became a mess of plates and dishes, and the first meal in the Black ancestral home ended.
"Ah." Pansy yawned, her eyes a little blurred, she became sleepy again, appearing a little lazy.
"Are you sleepy after eating? Have you thought about which room to sleep in? Dobby should have cleaned up the rooms upstairs. Do you want to go take a look?" Malfoy offered his suggestion.
Pansy nodded in response.
The two climbed to the top of the staircase, where there were only two doors. The one facing him had a sign that read Sirius.
Malfoy opened this door without any hesitation.
The dust on the floor and the chandelier had been completely cleaned. The room was very spacious, with a large bed with carved headboard, and long velvet curtains covering the high windows. Next to the curtains hung a faded gold and red banner, embroidered with the word "Gryffindor" in gold thread.
"If I hung this thing in my bedroom, my dad would definitely beat me to death. He hates Gryffindor the most." Pansy curled her lips and said with some surprise.
Then she continued to scan the bedroom, suddenly discovering something, and two faint blushes quickly climbed onto her face.
"That Sirius Black is indeed a disgrace to the Black family! He should have been kicked out of the family tree." Pansy stomped her feet angrily on the wooden floor, then quickly ran to a silver-gray satin wall, reaching out her hand, she wanted to tear down these lewd posters.
In addition to some motorcycle posters, there were also several pin-up pictures of Muggle girls wearing bikinis. The girls were posing seductively, staring straight at the people outside the picture with bold and teasing eyes.
Pansy used all her strength at this moment, her face flushed red, but she still couldn't tear these posters down. Realizing that her efforts were in vain, she sighed in frustration, and her whole person became dejected.
"Don't bother, Pansy. Black should have also cast a permanent sticking charm on the wall, sticking these things on, presumably to show his rebellion and resist his parents. It can't be torn off. If you don't like it, then I'll take you to the next room."
"I'll live here!" Pansy said quickly, "Also, turn your head away, don't look!" She added.
"My threshold isn't low enough to be stimulated by a few posters, is it?" Malfoy chuckled, then said, "Okay, I won't look. I'm glad you like this room."
"By the way, if there's nothing else, you can stay in this room. Dobby just told me that there's a ghoul hiding in a toilet. I'm going to solve it. I don't think you'd want to stay in the same house with it, would you?" Malfoy said teasingly, now with his back to Pansy.
"Then hurry up." Pansy waved her hand, saying in a somewhat urging tone, as if she was frightened by the ghoul in Malfoy's mouth.
"If there's anything, you can call Dobby or Kreacher, I'll be there soon." Malfoy finally reminded, and stepped out of the room.
Seeing Malfoy's departing figure, Pansy covered her chest and breathed a long sigh of relief, then leaned straight back on the bed, carefully took out a delicate small glass bottle from her arms, and shook it in front of her eyes, carefully examining it with her eyes, it was filled with pearlescent liquid.
Pansy looked and looked, not even realizing that a somewhat silly smile had appeared on her face.
She had already made her plans.
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