Chapter 4
That's right, some good old Mako / Draco action baby. does lil jon's voice YYAAYAH
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"Malfoy's getting soft."
"Maybe he just wanted to help."
"That's the problem! Soon him and Potter will be best friends for christ's sake."
The talk came to an abrupt end as a man came walking down the Slytherin hallway, the students scattering into their respective dorms.
He was tall, huge in build and stature and surrounded with the aura unshakable confidence and superiority. Pale white-blonde hair fell heavily past his broad shoulders, slicked back and exposing pair of silver-blue eyes. This was no other then Lucius Malfoy.
As his son's door came into view, he took a few claming breathes before easing the door open. Most of the lights were dimmed and he saw his son, clad in a pair of black silk pajama pants and nothing more, sitting on the little alcove of the windowsill. The curtains were drawn, only opened partially so he could see what was happening outside and those outside couldn't see him.
"Father." He greeted softly, not bothering to turn his head.
"Son, you do know why I'm here then," his father said, voice emotionless and flat. His son nodded instead of replying verbally, still gazing out the window.
"She's Makoto Kinomoto." He added, hugging one of his knees near his chest.
"And a muggle. You defamed our name for a muggle? Why I thought I raised you better then that!" Lucius snapped viciously, Draco visibly wincing at the booming anger that reverbetd through his ears.
But he forced the fear out of him, murmuring,
"You also trained me with the best of manners and leaving a damsel in distress is rather rude. Is it not, father?"
Lucius scowled and crossed his arms, grunting slightly.
"You know what I mean, Draco. You could have out done Potter, for once. Maybe even bring some GOOD to your name. Pfft…"
With that, the tall towering man turned and walked out of the room, leaving the boy with his echoing words. Draco bit his lip slightly and cursed silently, slamming his fist against the wall behind him.
"Don't do this, don't do that. It's unbecoming of a Malfoy. Potter, Potter, Potter…" Draco mumbled under his breath, "Bleh."
He slipped off the make-shift chair and immediately winced as he stretched out one of his wounds. His back had been bruised rather badly in his effort to save Makoto and he outright refused any care from Nurse Ginnley. He was too prideful to get any help from a former Gryffindor.
Ignoring the pain in his back, he straightened and made his way to his bed. Some rest should do him good. As he was slipping into his silk-covered sheets, the light tapping against something behind him made him turn.
Makoto stood at the entrance of his room, clad in a pair of plaid green and white pajama bottoms and a white sleeveless shirt made of a stretchy, thin material. She wasn't wearing a bra and Draco's eyes kept drifting down to her chest area, despite himself.
With several tries and a few mental lashings, he managed to pull his gaze away and back to her face. She flustered a bit, rubbing the back of her elbow gently.
"Draco…I...uhm...well, thanks. It was really sweet of you…" She stammered with difficulty, chewing at her bottom lip lightly and blushing somewhat as she averted her gaze.
Draco grinned somewhat uncomfortably, turning away a little and rubbing the back of his neck.
"Oh, hey. Don't worry about it. Just…don't get used it…" He mumbled, two pink circles forming on his pale cheeks. He transferred his weight from one foot to another before smirking.
"Spitfire."
He waited for her verbal assault but…none came. A small, soft fleshed hand pressed onto his bare chest and he turned back to find himself staring into a pair of glimmering emerald green eyes.
"The names Makoto." she whispered with a slight smile.
His smirk faded and as did Makoto's smile, both of them drowning in the depths of their eyes, enticed by the swirling mirth and wicked. And then, suddenly, without warning Draco dipped and then seized Makoto's willing lips in deep and tender kiss. She was quick to fall into the kiss, moaning slightly and her hands slipping down to his sides.
The kiss they shared was nothing like their demeanors…soft, tender, gentle. Makoto opened her mouth, for air, but Draco's tongue was quick to dart foreword to massage gently against hers. Her eyes opened slightly, her hands squeezing at the tender flesh at his sides.
He groaned slightly, wincing in pain and Makoto pulled her mouth away from his, to place a concerned look on his face.
"Are you okay?"
A second later, the door burst open and two slightly chubby boys stood at the door, face smeared with frosting and pastries in either hand.
"Draco?" the two called out in unison.
"GET OUT!" the light-haired boy snarled from his room, Makoto still in his arms.
The two pudgy warlocks jumped in their spots and turned around, scurrying away. One of them returned though, closing the door hastily, and running back out.
Draco grumbled venomous complains about his two dim-witted comrades as he turned back to Makoto. Lips barely brushed when the signal for dinner was rung.
The two stared at each other, for a real long time, trying to find something. The sound of voices and shuffling feet forced the two apart. Makoto turned and nearly dashed out of the room while Draco just stared after her.
"Just when it was getting good." He sighed, grabbing a shirt and throwing it on as he stepped out of his room.
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The rumors that were flying around before had come to an abrupt still, thanks to Dumbeldore, who plain out refused to have anyone tortured with juvenile idiocy and immaturity. A good lecturing from the prefects kept them in check, warning that if they were to hear any more of the Makoto and Draco rumors, they would be suspended from Hogwartz.
"Dammit! Where's my shoe?"
This loud exclamation erupted from under the bed in the dormitory of Haruka and Makoto. Two perfectly sculpted legs, grey knee highs encasing the claves, poked out from under the green silk covered bed.
The navy-blue eyed Slytherin walked past her roommate's room, looking in, then continuing to walk. A few seconds, and she stopped, took a few steps back and popped her head into the room.
"Nice ass, Makoto." She remarked, which caused a grunt and a hand flying from under the wooden thing to pull down the back of her skirt.
Haruka laughed and pulled her friend out from under the bed then to her feet.
"What are you doing?"
Makoto sighed, wiping off any dirt or dust that might have collected on her sweater and hair. She then looked at her friend and pointed at her sock clad foot.
"My shoe is missing."
Haruka shook her head and placed her books down on a near by study table, then reaching into one of her voluminous sleeves. A thin, small black stick was in her hand.
"Disovo aterous."
Her hand extended and Makoto's bulky, black shoe materialized in thin air then dropped into the waiting hand. Haruka raised an eyebrow and pushed the shoe at Makoto.
She chewed her lip and snatched the shoe out of her hand, proceeding to slip it onto the small foot.
"You really need to teach me that."
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As the two oddly tall females entered McGonagall's Advanced Transfiguration class, it was surprisingly filled with all the students.
"Morning Makoto, Haruka! How are you guys?" Hermione chirped cheerfully as he took a jelly bean from the pile in Ron's hand and popped it into his mouth.
"Want some?" the red-haired boy asked, shoving his hand out. The two shook there head, waving a hand in the air.
"Quite alright. Just sleepy." Makoto answered, Haruka nodding in agreement.
"You ready for the game?" Harry suddenly asked and Makoto stared at him, confused.
"You guys didn't finish?"
"No, they said it would be unfair with no seeker." He replied simply, taking a couple of jelly beans from his friend's open hand.
"Oh…well, when is it? And WHY didn't you tell me Haruka?" Makoto asked, turning a glare onto her friend, who whistled and averted her gaze.
"Well…"
"Class, take your seats." McGonagall commanded, all standing teens doing as they were told.
"Hello spitfire." Cold, cynical voice calls, familiar smirk clinging to his handsome face.
"Morning Draco." Soft, husky voice replies, refusing to look at him and he knew it. He chuckled under his breath, shaking his head before turning back to the front of the room.
Part of her wanted to punch his face in, such attitude and laughing at her. Pfft. The other…wanted to just jump on the bastard and set him straight with her lips. She gulped heavily, Malfoy noticing, but she didn't care.
She was more concerned about the fact that she had fallen for enemy. Shaking of head, brown ponytail whirling around her neck as she did.
Not fallen just…lusted for, which to her…was ten times worse.
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The rest of the periods were just as nerve-wracking and uncomfortable, Draco's eyes always watching her, snickering, smirking…
Makoto shivered at the thought, shaking it out of her mind. It was lunch, a break form it all and she really did need it.
"Aw man…I'm late for lunch and Haruka's gonna kill me." Makoto whined in a mumbled whisper, hastily striding down the large, echoing hallways of Hogwartz.
The sound of lively talk and laughter bounce down the walls as she nears the cafeteria, so close. Lunges out from the wall and wraps tightly around her slender waist, the other covering her mouth to prevent a scream from being heard.
Struggling, flailing appendages, and the two stumble into the conference room.
Makoto continued to struggle, groaning against the restraints but it all stopped at once as she saw the familiar pair of crystal blue eyes, twinkle of something wicked dancing in its depths.
He smirked and slipped his pale hand off her mouth, letting it fall to the ground.
"Good afternoon, spitfire."
"What in bloody hell are you doing, Draco!" Makoto spat loudly, wrenching from his hold.
Every step he took towards her, she took one step back, trying to look unafraid. He only shook his head and grinned.
"Finishing what we did last night." He murmured before drawing her near and plastering his lips against hers.
She let out a muffled screech of protest, her curled fists shoving and then slamming out at his chest. This only caused the male to grin and move foreword, flattening her between his chest and the bookcase, a few books slipping from the shelves. He then dipped lower, his head tilting to the side, and tongue brushing along her lower lip.
Her palms stretched and flattened against his chest, then sliding up and around his neck, fingers lacing in his soft, almost white mane. Refusing to be dominated like that, Makoto turned the tables from being the one kisses to the one kissing. She moved, pushing him clear across the room until his shoe caught a snag on the rug, causing them to tumble down onto the plush red carpet beneath them.
Black robes land in a crumpled heap, their graceful Slytherin serpent design hidden by a crease of fabric. Her already short skirt was hiked up, exposing a deliciously sculpted thigh and pink underwear bottoms exposed. Tiny hands slip under the thick, cotton sweater, nails scouring tender flesh. A groan erupted from the proud Malfoy's throat, a highly pleasing sound as Makoto placed fervent open mouthed kisses along his neck, sucking gently at the flesh and leaving its mark.
Hips thrust against hips, Draco wanting to get even more intimate contact, despite the cloths. Makoto could just whimper under the attentions, churning sensations occurring at the pit of her belly.
Dry cough punctuates the silence, announcing the presence of a third entity.
"Quite the interesting performance."
Draco's head whirls around, eyes wide and adrenaline shooting through his limbs.
Greasy black strips of hair plaster across pale flesh and piercing, black eyes. Professor Snape.
"PROFESSOR! I—we – I not …"
"Don't tell me this isn't what I think it is, Malfoy."
"This conference room," Snape drones, words emphasized and slowly precise, "is not meant for students to engage in tongue-hockey. It is meant for the meeting of prefects with parents- or students to discuss certain problemed areas. Furthermore, I am definitely certain your father would not appreciate this, now would he Malfoy?"
He pauses for the startled boy to nod, which he does.
"Nor yours, Kinomoto. You two stay after class and clean the lab thoroughly, floors, tables, chairs, book stacks, everything. And because you both are Slytherins, I shall keep this a secret but 100 points shall be deducted from the house." He looks them over with a disgusted scowl.
"Disgustingly shameful."
With that, he whirls around and steps back through the door, robes billowing behind him. The two teens part immediately, grabbing their fallen garments and scrambling to their feet.
After slipping on the robe, Makoto adjusts her skirt, flattening out any rising pieces. She finally gazes up to see cold, blue eyes staring back at her.
She could see it too, the same as her.
The lust and shame.
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uhh what a gay way to close a chapter. 'the lust and shame.' Damn.
Keep em flowin
