Woohoo! I finally got time to finish typing this up. So, from me to you,
I hope you enjoy.
Seito no Senshi: You're right, I did seem to have written Mako slightly OOC. I truly don't wish to make her so, but seeing as I've written her as the leader of the outer senshi, I think she'd need it to be able to take charge.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon and Harry Potter belong to their respective trademarks.
/Lunarian language/
~thinking~
|subconcious|
Part 3
Upon hearing Mako-chan, Haruka was utterly shocked and just stared. What else was there to do? Finally, two sharp claps from the headmaster snapped both girls out of it.
"To your seats please."
Closing her mouth, Mako-chan smiled and took the offered arm. "Of course you may have the honor young Malfoy." While walking, she twisted her head towards Ruka. /We'll talk later./ She then returned her attention to Draco. "My, my, I haven't seen such chivalry in quite some time. But, you know, it makes sense why I was sorted in Slytherin."
With an arched eyebrow, Draco just smiled. "Oh, and why is that?"
"Well obviously, we slytherins have class. Something I know Ruka greatly lacks." She replied as they sat down, "therefore making the house she's in boorish." This caused those around the table to snicker.
Haruka, who seemed to have heard, just rolled her eyes and sat down across from Hermione. "Humph, if they only knew how boorish she could get." She muttered.
"Now that that's over with, I also wish to announce that we have a special treat for you this year. There is an elective class that we are offering that will help greatly in these troubled times. I highly recommend everyone to try and enroll into it. Good, now lets eat." Clapping his hands once again brought forth assorted foods onto the tables.
At the slytherin table
"What kind of trouble is he talking about young Malfoy?" Makoto asked as she spooned some mashed potatoes.
"He only means trouble for him." Answered the girl beside her instead. "The old fool just doesn't understand that whatever he tries, he'll still lose. The Dark Lord will triumph."
Makoto turned to see a blue eyed blonde. "And you are?"
"The names' Pansy Parkinson." She then pointed to a brown headed girl, who bore a great resemblance to a bull dog, sitting at the other side to her. "This is Millicent Bulstrode."
"How nice." Said Mako, returning her attention to her food. ~Snob! You won't be on my Christmas list.~ Taking a bite of her chicken, she looked to the head table, once again setting her gaze at the unknown professor. There was just something about him. His energy pattern seemed familiar. ~But how? I don't remember ever meeting him. Add that feeling to the unauthorized surprise clone and we've got.. Ugh, something I'm not going to like.~
"Young Malfoy, who's the professor sitting next to McGonagall?"
"Hmm," Draco looked slightly towards the professors, "oh, that's Lupin. He teaches defense against the dark arts. Everyone knows he's a danger, but that blind fool won't see reason."
"Why? What's wrong with him?"
"He's a werewolf"
"A WEREWOLF!" cried out Makoto. Making students whom heard look at her. Including one, amber eyed werewolf.
Not caring about her outburst, she discreetly looked back to the professor who had resumed eating. ~Wow, never seen a werewolf before. Well, that answered his power type. Still, I can't shake that feeling off.~
"A Gryffindor werewolf at that. He favors the golden trio. And call me Draco." Said Draco with a smile as he took a sip of his drink.
Makoto smiled in return as she idly played with her food. "Who are they?"
"Potty, Weasel, and 'Mudblood' Granger." Answered Bulstrode around a mouthful of food.
"Mudblood?" Makoto quizzically asked.
"Honestly, don't you know anything?" said Pansy in disgust.
Green eyes narrowed in warning.
Pansy ignored it, not thinking it much of a threat. "A mudblood is a disgraceful witch born of muggles. And before you ask, muggles are non magick folk." Taking a bite of her carrot, she continued. "A step up from them, though not by much, are the half-bloods. They are those with one parent as muggle and the other a witch. Now, the ones you need to associate yourself with are the pure bloods. That would be us. We are the top of society." She finished snobbishly.
Makoto bit her tongue and passionately scowled at her food. ~Good goddess! This is what I'm going to have to put up with? I won't last!~ She instead rested her full attention to Draco. ~I must say, he is cute. ~ a smile slowly formed, ~definitely nothing like my old boyfriend.~ Shifting her eyes, she cautiously observed him. ~It really was quite astonishing, he was an exact copy of Ruka, give or take a few slight differences.~
He looked about 6"1', while Ruka was bordering 6". Ruka's eyes tinted towards blue, while Draco's where a hypnotizing silver. Draco's hair took a silvery-blonde affect against Ruka's spindle-blonde. There was also the very distinct fact that Draco was male.
~Yes, definitely male and if he's anything like Ruka...ooh!...the possibilities.~
Draco, for his part, let the new girl inspect him. The weight of her stare was intense and electrifying.
|Her beauty and mystery will surely intrigue the dark lord.| his inner voice whispered. He internally grimaced. Why didn't he like that idea?
|You know why?|, the little voice continued. |You may fool those idiots you associate yourself with and even Potter and his friends. But we know different. She's a Pandora box, and if opened at the hands of evil.| Bloody hell!!
|Exactly. Now stop talking to yourself and talk to her!| Draco mentally sighed. These little conversations with himself were sure taxing.
"Are you done?"
Slightly startled, Mako turned completely towards Draco. ~Hmm, didn't think I was that obvious.~ Grinning, she then let her gaze slowly and unabashedly roam his body, taking in every little detail. "Now I am."
"And?"
"And," reaching for a fruit tart that beckoned her attention, "Why don't you tell me about yourself and Hogwarts." Biting down on her acquired prize.
Blaise Zambini, who sat across her, was enraptured. From the moment her delicate fingers seized the unsuspecting dessert, to the moment her crimson lips enclosed around it with ecstasy. Then, the appearance of a pinkish tongue swiping across her lips as if trying to maintain its euphoric taste.
In fact, he wasn't the only one. Almost all boys at the Slytherin table and the table next to them, which was Ravenclaw, were in the same exact state.
Unfortunately, this did not go unnoticed. Pansy Parkinson, a beauty in her own right, was not happy.
Draco shifted uncomfortably and smiled tightly. ~Damn!~
Mako, who showed no outward indication of the stares, was mentally filled with giddiness. ~This is too easy!~ she thought as she took another bite, initiating the cycle all over.
Meanwhile, at the Gryffindor table, Hermione had heard what Haruka had muttered and looked at her inquisitively.
"Never mind." Haruka said distractedly, piling food onto her plate.
Hermione, taking the hint, asked instead about the new class. "Are any of you going to enroll in the elective class?"
"I doubt if I can, with quidditch and all." Said Harry with a mouthful of food.
"Honestly Harry, where are you manners?" Scowled Hermione. "I expect that from Ron, not you."
"Hey!" cried Ron, spitting food in the process. Undoubtedly making Hermione's scowl deepen.
Haruka and Harry just laughed.
"Sorry 'Mione."
"Besides, didn't you listen, Dumbledore said he highly advised it. Therefore-"
"Therefore we're going to have to take it." Harry finished for her with a sigh. "I hope it doesn't interfere with quidditch then."
"Well, I'll sign up for it." Said Haruka before taking a bite of her chicken. "By the way, what's quidditch?"
Ron, who took quidditch very seriously, choked. Those around her, who seemed to have forgotten that she wasn't from the wizarding world, stared at her.
"Or you can just stare at me as if I've sprouted a second head." She added dryly.
Surviving his near fatal death and after calming down, Ron also stared. "Crikey! You've been deprived!" he said aghast.
Hermione rolled her eyes as everyone laughed.
A hand slapped down on Haruka's shoulder. She turned, to the find the owner to be Seamus.
"Don't worry mate! We'll tell you everything you need to know."
"First of all," said Harry, "Quidditch is a game played on flying brooms."
That piece of information was received with one very arched eyebrow.
"That's right, flying brooms," continued Dean. "And each team consists of seven players."
"There's the keeper," said Ron. "The keeper guards three posts from letting the quaffle from being scored by the opposing chasers."
"Then there are the chasers. Three to a team." Added Seamus. "They handle the quaffle and try to score against the keeper."
"We also have two beaters who protect the chasers from two bludgers." Said Dean. "Bludgers are flying balls that attack the players unmercifully."
"Then we have the seeker." Resumed Harry. "The seeker sets his sights on the golden snitch. The snitch is worth 150 points and signifies the end of the game."
Haruka, who did hear everything being told to her, was still captivated with the prospect of flying brooms.
"Hmm, yes, well I guess I'll have to see a game to fully grasp the concept of it. But, going back to the brooms, is there only one kind? One Speed?" she eagerly asked.
"Speed huh?" chuckled Harry. "No, there are many different models and speed. I own a lightning bolt, a model that came out last year."
"Wonderful!" said Haruka excitedly, taking a swig of her drink. "Where can I get one?"
"I believe you first need money Haruka," answered Hermione. "Seeing as to how you're not from around here, how will you be able to afford one?"
"Mione, you truly are a spoilsport." Ron deadpanned.
Though it was prudent of Hermione, Haruka didn't seem to see a problem.
"My, my Hermione, and here I thought you to be the smart one." Teased Ruka. "But yes, I could see how it would be difficult to buy things without money, so it's a good thing I'm filthy rich." She finished smugly, taking a bite of her apple pie.
Once again, those around her became silent.
"And," She continued, ignoring the silence, "I have already had some changed to your type of money. So, where can I buy a broom?"
Ron gulped and leaned toward her. "How 'filthy' rich are you?" he whispered.
"Ron!" admonished Hermione. "that was positively crude!"
"Aww Mione! You know you want to know also."
Haruka for her part hadn't laughed so much in a good while. Not many people dared to be so blunt toward herself and Mako. It was, without a doubt, refreshing.
"Well," she said, getting her laughter under control, "who are the richest in the magick and non-magick world?"
"Well, there's Malfoy." Spat Ron in disgust.
"You mean the boy who escorted Mako?" asked Ruka.
"Yeah, that's him." Said Harry. "And in the Muggle world I believe that would be Howard Hagman"
"Ok, now you add those together, multiply it by, mmm.let's say 100, and it will equal me."
"Wow!"
"Yup, and now that we all have established my worth, will you te-"
"A WEREWOLF!" screeched a voice.
Among many others, Haruka also turned to stare at Makoto. "What in nine hells is she wailing about?"
Harry sighed, hoping Haruka wouldn't react the same way. "Malfoy must have told your friend about Professor Lupin."
Turning her attention back to Harry, she cocked her head in question.
"You see, Professor Lupin, our defense against the dark arts instructor, is a werewolf."
"Really!?!"
"He's not dangerous. He's really nice and I'm sure you'll like him." Said Hermione.
"We'll see."
"By the way, who is your friend?" asked Dean. "Is she your girlfriend?"
"Ah, that is Makoto Kino. She's my best friend, sister-in-arms, family, and most importantly, my ruthless rival." The mischievous sparkle in her eyes brightened at that last fact.
"Soo.she's not your girlfriend then?"
"No. But would you like some advice."
"Yes!" said both Seamus and Dean. Leaning in as if it were some kind of secret for only them. They paid rapt attention to the golden advice that would attain them Kino's affection.
"You wouldn't even make it up to bat."
Ron looked at her quizzically not understanding. "Huh? What about bats?" he asked.
"No Ron, it's a muggle saying." Explained Hermione. "Haruka's saying that Kino is too much for any of you boys to handle."
"I can handle anything" Ron stubbornly said.
"Yeah, so can I." Said Dean, which was followed promptly by Seamus's agreement.
"Well then boys," interrupted a freckled red headed girl who sat to the other side of Hermione, "handle that." Pointing to the slytherin table.
They all turned to the sight of a swiping pink tongue. Sighing, Haruka turned to Hermione and the redheaded girl. Smirking, she finished the last of her pie. "They're all going down."
"Do you think we should stop them?" asked the red head. Indicating to the 'I can handle anything' boys.
"Now where would be the fun in that?" Hermione innocently asked.
All three chuckled.
"By the way, I'm Ginny, Ron's sister."
"A pleasure. I'm Haruka. Now, since the boys seem to be spellbound by Mako, will one of you please tell me where I can get a broom!"
TBC.
Well..that was it. How did you all like it? I won't drag out each class like this. I just wanted to get some things out of the way and get you all thinking. I'm sure there is room for improvement, so leave your praise or criticism by reviewing.
(waves joyously) Bye now! Nebula
Seito no Senshi: You're right, I did seem to have written Mako slightly OOC. I truly don't wish to make her so, but seeing as I've written her as the leader of the outer senshi, I think she'd need it to be able to take charge.
Disclaimer: Sailor Moon and Harry Potter belong to their respective trademarks.
/Lunarian language/
~thinking~
|subconcious|
Part 3
Upon hearing Mako-chan, Haruka was utterly shocked and just stared. What else was there to do? Finally, two sharp claps from the headmaster snapped both girls out of it.
"To your seats please."
Closing her mouth, Mako-chan smiled and took the offered arm. "Of course you may have the honor young Malfoy." While walking, she twisted her head towards Ruka. /We'll talk later./ She then returned her attention to Draco. "My, my, I haven't seen such chivalry in quite some time. But, you know, it makes sense why I was sorted in Slytherin."
With an arched eyebrow, Draco just smiled. "Oh, and why is that?"
"Well obviously, we slytherins have class. Something I know Ruka greatly lacks." She replied as they sat down, "therefore making the house she's in boorish." This caused those around the table to snicker.
Haruka, who seemed to have heard, just rolled her eyes and sat down across from Hermione. "Humph, if they only knew how boorish she could get." She muttered.
"Now that that's over with, I also wish to announce that we have a special treat for you this year. There is an elective class that we are offering that will help greatly in these troubled times. I highly recommend everyone to try and enroll into it. Good, now lets eat." Clapping his hands once again brought forth assorted foods onto the tables.
At the slytherin table
"What kind of trouble is he talking about young Malfoy?" Makoto asked as she spooned some mashed potatoes.
"He only means trouble for him." Answered the girl beside her instead. "The old fool just doesn't understand that whatever he tries, he'll still lose. The Dark Lord will triumph."
Makoto turned to see a blue eyed blonde. "And you are?"
"The names' Pansy Parkinson." She then pointed to a brown headed girl, who bore a great resemblance to a bull dog, sitting at the other side to her. "This is Millicent Bulstrode."
"How nice." Said Mako, returning her attention to her food. ~Snob! You won't be on my Christmas list.~ Taking a bite of her chicken, she looked to the head table, once again setting her gaze at the unknown professor. There was just something about him. His energy pattern seemed familiar. ~But how? I don't remember ever meeting him. Add that feeling to the unauthorized surprise clone and we've got.. Ugh, something I'm not going to like.~
"Young Malfoy, who's the professor sitting next to McGonagall?"
"Hmm," Draco looked slightly towards the professors, "oh, that's Lupin. He teaches defense against the dark arts. Everyone knows he's a danger, but that blind fool won't see reason."
"Why? What's wrong with him?"
"He's a werewolf"
"A WEREWOLF!" cried out Makoto. Making students whom heard look at her. Including one, amber eyed werewolf.
Not caring about her outburst, she discreetly looked back to the professor who had resumed eating. ~Wow, never seen a werewolf before. Well, that answered his power type. Still, I can't shake that feeling off.~
"A Gryffindor werewolf at that. He favors the golden trio. And call me Draco." Said Draco with a smile as he took a sip of his drink.
Makoto smiled in return as she idly played with her food. "Who are they?"
"Potty, Weasel, and 'Mudblood' Granger." Answered Bulstrode around a mouthful of food.
"Mudblood?" Makoto quizzically asked.
"Honestly, don't you know anything?" said Pansy in disgust.
Green eyes narrowed in warning.
Pansy ignored it, not thinking it much of a threat. "A mudblood is a disgraceful witch born of muggles. And before you ask, muggles are non magick folk." Taking a bite of her carrot, she continued. "A step up from them, though not by much, are the half-bloods. They are those with one parent as muggle and the other a witch. Now, the ones you need to associate yourself with are the pure bloods. That would be us. We are the top of society." She finished snobbishly.
Makoto bit her tongue and passionately scowled at her food. ~Good goddess! This is what I'm going to have to put up with? I won't last!~ She instead rested her full attention to Draco. ~I must say, he is cute. ~ a smile slowly formed, ~definitely nothing like my old boyfriend.~ Shifting her eyes, she cautiously observed him. ~It really was quite astonishing, he was an exact copy of Ruka, give or take a few slight differences.~
He looked about 6"1', while Ruka was bordering 6". Ruka's eyes tinted towards blue, while Draco's where a hypnotizing silver. Draco's hair took a silvery-blonde affect against Ruka's spindle-blonde. There was also the very distinct fact that Draco was male.
~Yes, definitely male and if he's anything like Ruka...ooh!...the possibilities.~
Draco, for his part, let the new girl inspect him. The weight of her stare was intense and electrifying.
|Her beauty and mystery will surely intrigue the dark lord.| his inner voice whispered. He internally grimaced. Why didn't he like that idea?
|You know why?|, the little voice continued. |You may fool those idiots you associate yourself with and even Potter and his friends. But we know different. She's a Pandora box, and if opened at the hands of evil.| Bloody hell!!
|Exactly. Now stop talking to yourself and talk to her!| Draco mentally sighed. These little conversations with himself were sure taxing.
"Are you done?"
Slightly startled, Mako turned completely towards Draco. ~Hmm, didn't think I was that obvious.~ Grinning, she then let her gaze slowly and unabashedly roam his body, taking in every little detail. "Now I am."
"And?"
"And," reaching for a fruit tart that beckoned her attention, "Why don't you tell me about yourself and Hogwarts." Biting down on her acquired prize.
Blaise Zambini, who sat across her, was enraptured. From the moment her delicate fingers seized the unsuspecting dessert, to the moment her crimson lips enclosed around it with ecstasy. Then, the appearance of a pinkish tongue swiping across her lips as if trying to maintain its euphoric taste.
In fact, he wasn't the only one. Almost all boys at the Slytherin table and the table next to them, which was Ravenclaw, were in the same exact state.
Unfortunately, this did not go unnoticed. Pansy Parkinson, a beauty in her own right, was not happy.
Draco shifted uncomfortably and smiled tightly. ~Damn!~
Mako, who showed no outward indication of the stares, was mentally filled with giddiness. ~This is too easy!~ she thought as she took another bite, initiating the cycle all over.
Meanwhile, at the Gryffindor table, Hermione had heard what Haruka had muttered and looked at her inquisitively.
"Never mind." Haruka said distractedly, piling food onto her plate.
Hermione, taking the hint, asked instead about the new class. "Are any of you going to enroll in the elective class?"
"I doubt if I can, with quidditch and all." Said Harry with a mouthful of food.
"Honestly Harry, where are you manners?" Scowled Hermione. "I expect that from Ron, not you."
"Hey!" cried Ron, spitting food in the process. Undoubtedly making Hermione's scowl deepen.
Haruka and Harry just laughed.
"Sorry 'Mione."
"Besides, didn't you listen, Dumbledore said he highly advised it. Therefore-"
"Therefore we're going to have to take it." Harry finished for her with a sigh. "I hope it doesn't interfere with quidditch then."
"Well, I'll sign up for it." Said Haruka before taking a bite of her chicken. "By the way, what's quidditch?"
Ron, who took quidditch very seriously, choked. Those around her, who seemed to have forgotten that she wasn't from the wizarding world, stared at her.
"Or you can just stare at me as if I've sprouted a second head." She added dryly.
Surviving his near fatal death and after calming down, Ron also stared. "Crikey! You've been deprived!" he said aghast.
Hermione rolled her eyes as everyone laughed.
A hand slapped down on Haruka's shoulder. She turned, to the find the owner to be Seamus.
"Don't worry mate! We'll tell you everything you need to know."
"First of all," said Harry, "Quidditch is a game played on flying brooms."
That piece of information was received with one very arched eyebrow.
"That's right, flying brooms," continued Dean. "And each team consists of seven players."
"There's the keeper," said Ron. "The keeper guards three posts from letting the quaffle from being scored by the opposing chasers."
"Then there are the chasers. Three to a team." Added Seamus. "They handle the quaffle and try to score against the keeper."
"We also have two beaters who protect the chasers from two bludgers." Said Dean. "Bludgers are flying balls that attack the players unmercifully."
"Then we have the seeker." Resumed Harry. "The seeker sets his sights on the golden snitch. The snitch is worth 150 points and signifies the end of the game."
Haruka, who did hear everything being told to her, was still captivated with the prospect of flying brooms.
"Hmm, yes, well I guess I'll have to see a game to fully grasp the concept of it. But, going back to the brooms, is there only one kind? One Speed?" she eagerly asked.
"Speed huh?" chuckled Harry. "No, there are many different models and speed. I own a lightning bolt, a model that came out last year."
"Wonderful!" said Haruka excitedly, taking a swig of her drink. "Where can I get one?"
"I believe you first need money Haruka," answered Hermione. "Seeing as to how you're not from around here, how will you be able to afford one?"
"Mione, you truly are a spoilsport." Ron deadpanned.
Though it was prudent of Hermione, Haruka didn't seem to see a problem.
"My, my Hermione, and here I thought you to be the smart one." Teased Ruka. "But yes, I could see how it would be difficult to buy things without money, so it's a good thing I'm filthy rich." She finished smugly, taking a bite of her apple pie.
Once again, those around her became silent.
"And," She continued, ignoring the silence, "I have already had some changed to your type of money. So, where can I buy a broom?"
Ron gulped and leaned toward her. "How 'filthy' rich are you?" he whispered.
"Ron!" admonished Hermione. "that was positively crude!"
"Aww Mione! You know you want to know also."
Haruka for her part hadn't laughed so much in a good while. Not many people dared to be so blunt toward herself and Mako. It was, without a doubt, refreshing.
"Well," she said, getting her laughter under control, "who are the richest in the magick and non-magick world?"
"Well, there's Malfoy." Spat Ron in disgust.
"You mean the boy who escorted Mako?" asked Ruka.
"Yeah, that's him." Said Harry. "And in the Muggle world I believe that would be Howard Hagman"
"Ok, now you add those together, multiply it by, mmm.let's say 100, and it will equal me."
"Wow!"
"Yup, and now that we all have established my worth, will you te-"
"A WEREWOLF!" screeched a voice.
Among many others, Haruka also turned to stare at Makoto. "What in nine hells is she wailing about?"
Harry sighed, hoping Haruka wouldn't react the same way. "Malfoy must have told your friend about Professor Lupin."
Turning her attention back to Harry, she cocked her head in question.
"You see, Professor Lupin, our defense against the dark arts instructor, is a werewolf."
"Really!?!"
"He's not dangerous. He's really nice and I'm sure you'll like him." Said Hermione.
"We'll see."
"By the way, who is your friend?" asked Dean. "Is she your girlfriend?"
"Ah, that is Makoto Kino. She's my best friend, sister-in-arms, family, and most importantly, my ruthless rival." The mischievous sparkle in her eyes brightened at that last fact.
"Soo.she's not your girlfriend then?"
"No. But would you like some advice."
"Yes!" said both Seamus and Dean. Leaning in as if it were some kind of secret for only them. They paid rapt attention to the golden advice that would attain them Kino's affection.
"You wouldn't even make it up to bat."
Ron looked at her quizzically not understanding. "Huh? What about bats?" he asked.
"No Ron, it's a muggle saying." Explained Hermione. "Haruka's saying that Kino is too much for any of you boys to handle."
"I can handle anything" Ron stubbornly said.
"Yeah, so can I." Said Dean, which was followed promptly by Seamus's agreement.
"Well then boys," interrupted a freckled red headed girl who sat to the other side of Hermione, "handle that." Pointing to the slytherin table.
They all turned to the sight of a swiping pink tongue. Sighing, Haruka turned to Hermione and the redheaded girl. Smirking, she finished the last of her pie. "They're all going down."
"Do you think we should stop them?" asked the red head. Indicating to the 'I can handle anything' boys.
"Now where would be the fun in that?" Hermione innocently asked.
All three chuckled.
"By the way, I'm Ginny, Ron's sister."
"A pleasure. I'm Haruka. Now, since the boys seem to be spellbound by Mako, will one of you please tell me where I can get a broom!"
TBC.
Well..that was it. How did you all like it? I won't drag out each class like this. I just wanted to get some things out of the way and get you all thinking. I'm sure there is room for improvement, so leave your praise or criticism by reviewing.
(waves joyously) Bye now! Nebula