Chapter 2
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"Wake up, Makoto!" Haruka yelled as she passed by her roommate's bed, tossing a pillow onto the slumbering girl.
A head of brown curls suddenly popped out from under the elaborately designed green comforter, pulling herself into a sitting position. She rubbed one eye and turned her head only to get smacked in the face with several garments.
"What was THAT for Haruka!" Makoto snapped as she peeled the cloths off her head.
The tawny-haired teen just grinned and shrugged, saying of her shoulder,
"You're late and those are the cloths you are to wear. Hurry up before we're late for class."
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"Well, that's why I always wore the pants." Haruka said as she and Makoto turned a corner. First period and they had McGonagall, teacher of transfiguration.
She wore a short, pleat in a dark grey color that fell down just too mid thigh and a matching long-sleeved sweat shirt, a green striped tie tucked neatly beneath the color of the sweater. Over all of this was a long, black robe, with long belled sleeves and left open. The elaborate green and white Slytherin patch was embedded on the left breast of the robe. Makoto also had a pair of grey knee-high socks encasing her long legs and a pair of black high-heeled shoes on her feet.
Makoto sighed as she tried to pull down the damned skirt, because of her height, the skirt reached mid-thigh and just that. Many other girls skirts were the same, though totally for a different reason.
"But it was said girls were obligated to wear skirts. How'd you manage to get the privilege of wearing pants?" Makoto questioned suspiciously and Haruka just laughed.
"Because I'm me." Was her reply and Makoto was about to say something rude but they had finally made it to class. Most of the students, well Gryffindor students were already in, seated and talking.
"Good morming Haruka." A dark-haired boy with glasses said. He and Haruka paused and talked while Makoto stood behind her blonde haired friend, waiting to be introduced.
"Oh, this is Makoto, the new kid." Haruka suddenly said, stepping aside and gesturing to her friend.
The boy adjusted his glasses, then smiled, extending his hand.
"Hello, I'm Harry Potter."
Makoto smiled slightly and shook his hand.
"I'm Makoto Kinomoto."
Harry turned and then motioned towards a slight girl with shoulder length blonde hair and a boy with brighr red hair and freckles.
"These are my friends, Ron and Hermione." He introduced, both of them rising to their feet and smiling brightly.
"You're Makoto Kinomoto, from Tomeda School of Magic, if I am correct." Hermione says in a matter of fact tone and Makoto nods in verification while Ron sighs.
"She's the brain of the group." He felt inclined to inform, which received him a nasty glare.
"Well, someone has to be. If it wasn't for me, you guys would be in a lot of trouble." She states with her nose up-turned and the two boys smiled.
"Yes and thank you." The bright-haired boy said, hugging the slight girl.
"Move it, Potter."
With that, the dark-haired boy with glasses was shoved roughly aside to make space for Draco and his two comrades, Crabbe and Goyle.
"So early and your already sucha sour puss, Draco." Ron snapped, helping his friend to his feet.
"He was in my way, Weasley." The light-haired boy drawled flatly, bland expression changing at the sight of Makoto.
"Well, that was pretty damn rude. You could have waited for him to move AND you could have asked a bit nicer." Makoto spoke up, whirling around to face him.
The room bustled with whisper about how the new girl had the nerve to snap at Draco Malfoy the way she did.
He only raised his eyebrow at that, smirking slightly in amusement.
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Makoto's P.O.V.
HE'S SMIRKING! What an ASSHOLE! Rude, inconsiderate. He might be cute but he definitely needed some help in the etiquette department.
"Potter could have been considerate enough to stay within his seat instead of standing in the middle of the row, thus blocking all other people trying to pass through." Draco defends and if this wasn't my first day, I would knock his perfectly white teeth out of his mouth.
"It maybe true, but no need to be such an ass." I reply and I can hear someone gasp behind me.
Suppose no one talked this way to this guy, huh? Well someone should have, maybe he wouldn't be so rude.
"Aren't we the little spitfire?" he teases, smirking and almost outright laughing.
'Don't lower yourself to his level, don't, don't, don't, do-
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"Alright now class, take your seats."
Draco's eyes take one more fleeting look at the pretty Makoto, all the while smirking, before turning and taking his seat.
Makoto remained standing, waiting for the teacher to instruct her on where to sit. She took a glance at her paper before approaching the teacher's desk. A small, dark cat stared at the auburn-haired human half-breed, purring slightly. A somewhat elderly woman with rectangular glasses and greying black hair turns, placing a narrowed stare onto the nervous student.
"Makoto Kinomotm, I presume." She questioned with a high-pitched voice.
Makoto nodded, silently,
"Alright then Miss Kinomoto, take a seat next to Mr. Malfoy." She commanded, turning back to the white board behind her.
Makoto felt her stomach bottom out, she didn't want to sit next to that ass all period. But with a sickly look across her face, she made her way to the seat, feeling her anger rising by the second at the sight of the sneering teen.
She placed her books down and sat down, adjusting her skirt slightly, to assure not too much of her flesh was exposed.
"It seems that we have forty minutes to get better acquainted." Draco murmured with a twinkle of amusement in his eyes.
Makoto didn't reply though, narrowed eyes staring straight ahead and refusing to even show him any interest.
"Playing hard to get I see." He mumbled under his breath and this one him a repulsed stare from his said interest.
Being the ever optimist he was, he took it as a step up rather then a step down.
"And you thought you could avoid me all period." Draco murmured with his infamous cocky smirk. Makoto snickered and redirected her attentions back to the whiteboard.
"I have no time to bother with you, Mr. Malfoy. Now leave me alone or else." She warned, tone flat but her eyes dancing with fire.
This only intrigued him more.
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Makoto heaved a sigh as she pulled out her ivory chopsticks, whipping both of them before picking up some rice and meat.
She was so glad lunch had finally came. The four prior periods were plain annoying, not because of the teachers, but because of her desk buddy, all of them Draco Malfoy. Coincidence, Haruka said, while Makoto claimed it to be karma coming back to her.
"Eh, that hard?" a familiar voice called behind her and Makoto just raised her hand to acknowledge that she had heard her.
Haruka laughed and took a seat next to her friend, plopping a brown paper bag onto the table. She pulled out a double-decked roast beef sandwich, an apple, and a giant juice mug.
"That blasted Draco Malfoy won't leave me alone." Makoto whined before shoving a piece of fried tempura into her mouth.
Haruka grinned, piece of meat and mayo smearing the corners of her mouth.
"He likes you."
That comment made Makoto choke on her fried fish and rice while her friend mercilessly laughed at her expense.
"You're pretty and you're willing to talk back to him. No one– let alone a girl tried that." Haruka was saying as she took another bite of her sandwich.
Makoto sneered and stuck out her tongue in disgust, popping some more rice into her mouth before saying,
"Well with that kind of attitude, he's not getting anything out of me."
"Well he doesn't want it out of you, he wants it in you." Haruka said ruefully then smiling as Makoto blushed something fierce and pushed her out of the chair.
"HARUKA!"
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Sixth period flew by rather slowly, only because Professor Binns was instructing and well, his classes were dreadfully boring. And now it was seventh period, last and final, much to Makoto's joy. She just wanted to listen to her music and lay back for the rest of the evening.
Of course with Makoto's luck, she was seated next to Draco.
'Every blasted class I'm with this idiot.' Makoto thought as she placed her books next to her annoyance, sitting down and leaning back.
"A real coincidence, is it not spitfire?" Draco questioned as pulled out his wand from his bellowing sleeves.
Makoto just grunted as she did the same, face bland and slightly irritated. She wanted to finish class, go up to her room, change into more comfortable clothing and listen to some music.
"The name is Makoto, not spitfire. Just leave me alone, Draco. You've been bugging me all day and I don't want to have to beat your face in."
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Draco's P.O.V.
It's rather amusing to bother this muggle. She seems to get bothered by the slightest thing I do which just entertains me more.
She's rather attractive and certainly has…larger then most endowments. If Granger looked this good and was this amusing, why I would have tried something with her first year.
The muggle chants a spell and instead of producing floo powder she produced a floo flower. I sneer and mumble the charm under my breath and a pile of grey powder materializes out of thin air then onto the table.
I grin and take a glance at the auburn-haired witch who is red-faced and almost trembling with her anger. God, that is sexy.
She wants to show me she's better, prove it, shut me down. Pfft, good luck with that. You might have breasts of a Greek Goddess but you cannot one up me. I am a Malfoy.
She whips her wand about once more, murmuring the spell and just like mine did a few seconds ago, floo powder materializes in a neat pile on the table.
She grins as her friend Haruka compliments her then looks back at me, a challenging stare, straight in the eye, with one eyebrow quirked. This should be fun.
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