Chapter 3
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Makoto, Hermione, and Ron sat in the Gryffindor common room, sitting around the fire and sharing a cup of hot chocolate and apple cider.
"It's a real wonder why you're a Slytherin, you don't seem as bad as they do." Hermione remarked as she took a sip of her hot apple cider.
Makoto giggled softly, standing up and tucking one leg beneath her before taking her seat again.
"They aren't at all that bad, Hermione, just mischievous and sneaky. I mean look at Haruka, she's still a good person." Makoto defended, taking a hand full of marshmallows and stuffing them into the piping hot chocolate liquid.
"True but the main one she speaks of is that wanker, Malfoy." Ron sneered, tongue spilling out of his mouth in disgust.
Makoto mimicked the same expression, placing her cup onto a near by table.
"Has he always been such a dickface?" the auburn-haired witch asked aloud, eliciting a good, hearty laugh from Ron.
"I really like you, keeping it simple and real. But yes, he has always been a dickface, spoiled bugger he is. So he expects everything to go his way and if it doesn't, he'll start bitching like crazy." Ron informs before leaning in and whispering, "Bitching worse then Hermione, over here."
This one him an offended gasp and a good head smacking from the girl beside him. She continued his assault on his skull, the boy cowering and whimpering under her blows, until a faint titter of amusement was heard. She blinked and turned to Makoto.
"What's so funny?"
Makoto smiled softly and shook her head.
"You guys make a real cute couple, ya know?"
The two blushed something fierce, their faces almost as red as Ron's hair. They squirmed and slowly inched away from each other.
"Hey guys." Harry greeted as he hopped around on one foot, trying to pull on a knee-high brown leather boot.
"What are wearing?" Makoto questioned.
"Harry's on the Quidditch team. Seeker ever since first year, you know." Hermione bragged proudly.
"Yes, Haruka's on the Slytherin Quidditch team. She's a bloody good beater. She knocked Timmy off his broom." Ron added.
"I see…" Makoto murmured, before downing the remains of her hot chocolate and standing up.
"Think it's possible for me to try out for the team?"
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"It's a rough game, Makoto and you should really go change before trying out for the team." Haruka warned over her shoulder, while Makoto just shrugged her shoulders. Haruka sighed and shot her a 'don't-say-I-didn't-warn-you' look before they both stepped out onto the field.
"Late again, Tenou." The Slytherin Quidditch coach, Marcus Flint sneered in a haughty tone.
"Shut it, Flint. My friend wants to try out for the team." Haruka said blandly, pointing behind herself aimlessly.
The captain took one look at Makoto and burst out laughing, the rest of the team soon doing the same.
"A girl?" Terrence Higgs bursts out ridiculously.
Makoto scowled and crossed her arms over her chests, eyebrows raised.
"Are you that scared of getting one-upped by a girl?" she challenged, stopping all titter and laughter.
"Well then, we'll give you a trial run. You know how to play and fly, right?" Flint questioned with a bored look in his eyes, face half repulsed.
Makoto nodded.
"Well, don't you want to go change?" he asked, motioning towards her blue-jeans and skin-tight sleeveless white t-shirt.
She shook her head, completely baffled on why everyone kept bugging her about her choice of attire. The dark-haired boy shrugged his shoulders, stare saying 'don't-say-I-didn't-warn-you', and turned to the stack of broomsticks.
"Alright, everyone grab a stick." Flint commanded before turning to look at Makoto and handing her a broom.
"We'll be starting you off as a chaser, girl. Tenou and Bole are beaters. Montague, Derrick, and I are chasers. Bletchly is the keeper and Malfoy is the seeker. During practice, we play in self gain; no one is your teammate." He explained before hopping onto his broom and soaring high into the sky.
Draco gazed at Makoto, who had a look of utter doom across her face. Haruka never mentioned that he was on the team.
'Note to self, kill Haruka after this.' Makoto thought silently, glowering as she hopped onto her broom and forced it to fly.
That Flint guy throws a large, red ball into the air and the three 'chasers' dive in to grab it. A few shoves, punches, and Montague has it in his hold.
"Girl! Either try and play or don't even think about trying out for the team for the rest of the year." The captain shouts, whizzing past the on-looking Makoto and nearly sending her flying off the broom.
She grunts slightly and wills the broom to turn about and fly after that the quaffle ball. Fast, precise moves and Makoto has the ball in her hands. Two of the chases lunge for her but the nimble girl avoids their movements, as well as the other team mates' movements, and sends the ball flying into the goal posts.
The whole Slytherin Quidditch team, as well as a few spectators, stared in awe at the out-of-breath girl. A record, no one had ever, EVER been able to avoid being hit at ALL during their practices.
The dark-haired captain floats by Makoto, eyes staring down at her as if she were nothing.
"Decent job, girl. Consider yourself a chaser; meet me after practice for your uniform." He commanded before whirling around to face the rest of the team.
"Derrick, consider yourself removed from the team. Go place that broom down and leave your uniform in the locker room."
The former chaser was lost for words, but wafted down to the grassy grounds, dropped his broom and walked to the locker rooms, shoulders sagging.
"Good job, spitfire."
Makoto huffed, though this time not because she was out of breath. She turned her broom about to face Draco, who was grinning at her, cynical and cold as always.
"Thank you, Draco and the name is Makoto." She corrected, slightly chafed. He merely shrugged.
"Our next game is tomorrow. We're playing Gryffindor." He informed with a scowl before returning to the group.
Makoto sighed a bit and stared after him.
Why couldn't he be more like that?
Or less of an ass.
Either would do.
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"That's wonderful!" Hermione exclaimed, hugging the taller Makoto. She laughed and bent slightly, returning the hug.
"Maybe Slytherin will have a chance." Ron said wryly as Harry, Makoto, Hermione and he entered the lunch room.
"That's just mean." Hermione said over her shoulder and Ron just shrugged, not caring at all.
"Speaking of Slytherins, where's Haruka?" Harry suddenly asked.
"Oh, Professor Plank kept her behind because she let the doxy loose." Makoto answered, gaining a few 'ouchies' and 'oo's from the group.
"Doxies are a royal pain up the ass." Harry mumbled in disgust, slipping into rightful seat at the table.
"Speaking of royal pain up the asses…here comes Malfoy." Ron whispered sourly as he took his seat next to Hermione.
"I heard that, Wesley and if you want to say things, grow some balls and say it to my face." Draco spit nastily, not even bothering to look down at the red-haired boy.
Ron nearly lunged to his feet, if it wasn't for Hermione tugging relentlessly at his sleeve. Draco only snickered.
"Listen to your mudblood girlfriend before you get hurt."
"You're a real piece of work, Draco. Barging around places you don't even belong and starting BULLSHIT like that. You should be damn glad I don't knock your teeth out." Makoto snarled in her friends' defense, the whole Gryffindor table watching by with great interest.
Draco looks down at the brown-haired vixen, eyelids half closed. Of course, his trademark cynical smirk was tugging at his lips as he crosses his arms and quirked his brow.
"I wouldn't be talking, spitfire. You're a Slytherin, you're supposed to be there." He murmured, pointing towards the long table decorates with green, gold, and white fabric.
"Well, she was waiting for Haruka to arrive." Hermione spoke up, still trying to calm the red-faced, red-haired boy beside her.
"Well, that's to bad cause she's supposed to be sitting at her table, not talking to the likes of you." He replied rather haughtily and of course, pissing Makoto off even further.
"I can talk to anyone I damn please, you're not my brother or father so I'd leave before I resort to force." Makoto whispered lethally, curled fists trembling.
"And get yourself kicked out of the elite school of magic, thus shaming your brother and father." Draco remarked and that, that just made Makoto want to rip of his head and stomp all over it.
The two squabbling Slytherins just remained in their place, glaring at each other; well Makoto did most of the glaring while Draco just grinned at her reaction. Harry decided to say something but Hermione just shook her head, mouthing that it'd be dangerous to piss both of them off.
"Well, I'll talk to you guys later. I should go eat lunch before the period finishes." Makoto murmured, eyes never leaving Draco's crystal blue ones. She whirled around and made her way to the table.
"Draco, you're a re-
Draco just followed the tall brunette, ignoring whatever Ron Weasley intended to insult at him. This left the three heroes flabbergasted, Draco Malfoy never let anyone say something bad about him without getting his own say.
Hermione, Ron, and Harry shared a rather queer look before laughing and shaking there heads.
"No possible way."
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"Nervous for your first game?"
First Quidditch game of the year, Slytherin verses Gryffindor. Everyone was there, mainly because the seekers were Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy and well, everyone knows that'd be an exciting game to watch.
Makoto popped her head out onto the field, thousands of students screaming and cheering. She slipped back into the Slytherin entrance, pressing her back against the cool steel wall behind her, eyes wide with fear.
Haruka laughed and pulled her friend into a hug, throwing a companionable arm around her shoulders.
"Don't worry, I was scared my first time too." Haruka whispered into her ear, soothing the anxious Makoto.
"Well, it was alright, since it was your first year. I'm a third year and people are expecting a lot from me." Makoto whined, placing her head onto Haruka's shoulder.
Haruka's response was cut off by the commentators announcing their team. Haruka tosses Makoto her broom before grinning widely.
"Time to show em what we Slytherins are made of."
Makoto nods slightly, swallowing deeply, before joining her team and running out onto the field. The roar of their students hit their ears, shouts of joy and boos were heard.
A somewhat old, short woman with short-cropped black and blonde hair comes striding out, a small wooden chest in hand. She motions for the two teams to gather around.
"Alright, let's keep this game clean. No time limit and the game is over when the snitch is caught." She shouted then looked between eh two captains.
"Ready?" she questioned and the two nodded.
She slid the top off and pulled out a large, red ball, then hurled it into the air, while a smaller, golden ball with wings came whizzing out.
Two chasers, one Slytherin and one Gryffindor, went colliding into each other and sent the quaffle ball flying above their heads. Katie Bell flew above head just in time to catch it and make a u-turn. The Gryffindor crowds went wild as the girl went wflying towards the Slytherin posts and sent the ball hurling past the Keeper and past the posts.
"A wonderful shot made by third year Katie Bell! Ten points to Gryffindor!" the announcer cried.
She floated back to her other teammates and slapped hands at her victory.
"It's neck and neck between the seekers, Draco Malfoy and Harry Potter! The announcer cried once more, pointing towards the two whizzing figures that went flying behind the wafting flags hanging off the front of the spectators boxes.
"Watch yourself, Draco. Wouldn't want you to get slammed into the wall like first year." Harry warned sarcastically as his opponent tried to slam him into a near by wooden post.
"Better watch it before I slam you into a wall." Draco grumbled under his breath, leaning foreword to reach out for the flying golden ball.
While the two battled for the snitch, the rest of their teams battled for the quaffle ball.
Alicia Spinnet floated in mid-air, almost as if locked in place as Marcus, Makoto, and Haruka formed a triangle in the air.
"And Slytherin has chosen the Hawkshead Attacking Formation! Wise decision." The commentator said excitedly, kicking his chair over in mid jump.
"Do it, Flint!" Haruka yelled as they neared the red-suited beaters.
Their captain grunted and shook his head in refusal.
"I thought that was your plan, Tenou!" He growled against the winds, slowing the speed of his broom slightly.
"Dammmit Flint! IT WAS YOU!" Haruka snarled back, slowing the speed of her broom as well.
As the two continued to screech at each other, Makoto decided to dive in for the prey. With a gentle tug of her broom, she surrounded the startled Gryffindor chaser and snatched the ball out of her hands. She then redirected her broom towards the Gryffindor goal.
As she neared the beaters, she heard Haruka's cry for her to pass it. Few hesitant moments were enough for a that startled chaser from before to come whizzing by and try to grab the ball from Makoto's grasp. The half- witch dodged the attack, falling back but losing grip on her broom.
She tried to regain hold on the thing but her slender fingers missed by a long shot.
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Draco's P.O.V.
"Told you to watch it, Potter!" I yell behind myself, a feeling of utter contentment filling my being as I heard that insolent fool crash into the ground.
Time to win. First game of the year too, I think. There it is, the snitch. My hand reaches out and…
I hear a loud, high-pitched, almost inhumane scream pierce through the air and the roar of the crowd. What in bloody hell?
I see that muggle girl tumbling off her broom and begin plummeting to the ground.
NO!
I redirect my broom and burst out from under the stands, forcing my Nimbus 2002 to hit its max speed. I throw my arm out and wrap it tightly around her waist.
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"AND THE NEW CHASER IS SAVED BY HER TEAMMATE, SLYTHERIN SEEKER DRACO MALFOY!"
The onlookers stare in awe as the platinum haired boy grabs the girl in mid-air and draws her near. The new weight must have knocked his concentration out of whack because he soon lost control of his broom and fell off his as well.
He repositioned them, placing Makoto above him and holding her close. If anyone was going to get hurt, it would be him.
The nurse, with Hogwartz administration in toe came running out onto the field. The teams flocked around the fallen teammates and the crowd watched in awe.
"Did you just see that!" Hermione cried, bamboozled at what had just happened. "Ron! Ron!...Ron?"
Hermione looked beside her to see the red-haired boy in question rubbing his eyes several times, trying to make sure what he had just seen was true.
"Did Malfoy just…do a good thing?" Ron mumbled slowly, taking several gulps.
Hermione nodded while other students around them rubbed their eyes like Ron had a few moments ago. They all watched as they carried the two green-clad Quidditch players off the field and back into the building.
The game was postponed, with two missing players and one of them the seeker, well it was just impossible and unfair. The people who had the luck of viewing what they did today buzzed with chatter, spreading rumors about like wild fire.
Even some of the professors couldn't help but to talk. However, unknown to them, Lucius Malfoy sat in the back, scowl deepening by the second.
His son had just shamed the Malfoy name, pushing aside triumph for some GIRL.
He was going to have a discussion with his son and it was definitely not a friendly father to son talk.
Not at all.
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man…I'm not doing that well on this story. I personally think, Something Called Serendipity is better. -;
thanks all reviewers:D
Keep it flowin, kiddies.
