Chapter 5
and as I said in first chapter, please disregard any mistakes such as wrong potions, spells, and other things. Cause they shall be explained in further chapters or just…I'm wrong. And finally…
ALL FLAMERS; MAKE FLAMES RELAVENT TO STORY. IF YOU DO NOT LIKE DRACO, THEN DON'T READ. AND FINALLY, YES BITCH, I AM AN ASIAN.
VERY heated, sexual, rough occurances at the end of story.
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Makoto's P.O.V.
'That did not just happen. That did NOT just happen. I did NOT almost…Malfoy..' I squeeze my eyes shut and grunt, walking faster to Professor Binn's class. I don't know why cause I'm really dreading Professor Snape's class.
I shiver at the thought…that weird looking teacher walked in on Draco and I…us…we...together. For some reason, I like that idea…together.
"Makoto!"
Oh God…I can't tell who it is, my mind is off somewhere else. Run, RUN!
"Man, why weren't you at lunch?" Haruka. She steps next to me and walks with me to the next class. I feel heat rise to my cheeks.
'I was busy making out with Draco Malfoy, the asshole who we hate.' I can't explain this…not to her.
"Uhh…I was tired, caught some z's up in the room." I hope I sound honest, nonchalant
"Hmm…I see." She replies, she seems to buy it. We continue to the class in silence and as we step into the room Oh GOD!
I forgot…he's my desk partner in every fucking class. He's sitting there, arm thrown over the back of his chair lazily. One of those guys who interrupted us in his room is talking to him, though by the expression he doesn't seem to care.
Suddenly turns and his eyes lock with mine. Lips curl into the familiar smirk and he licks his upper lip slowly, motioning for me to sit.
'NO! NO!' I screech in my mind, trying to stop my moving legs. Fruitless protests as I pass Hermione, Ron, and Harry, walk down the aisle, then place my books onto the table.
"Ah spitfire…" he murmurs cruelly and I take my seat, crossing my legs and turning my back to him. I refuse, I just REFUSE to let this creep have the satisfaction of knowing he…he has this hold of me.
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Draco's P.O.V.
Ha, cute. I reach over and push her brown curls over her shoulder, leaning in. She tenses and her back arches, I planned on making her do that for totally different reasons.
"Don't ignore me." I command and she takes a deep breath, then lets it all out.
"I'm not…now stop." She whispers, pulling her chair away but my arm reaches around her waist and pulls her back. Whimpers and mmm…such a nice sound that is.
"So quick to get away, spitfire? Why just last period you were all—
"Stop…someone's gonna hear." She whispers frantically, eyes darting from side to side.
I chuckle some and release her, leaning back against my seat and stare at her. She turns to look at me with her big, green eyes, one of her hands squeezing her other. So tight, the flesh is turning as white as mine.
"No one saw and I was sure to keep my distance." I assure her coldly, propping my leg onto the lab table. She nods once then twice before just staring at her hands.
Well, she's obviously a prude. I'll just have to break her off that habit.
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Detention comes faster then either teens would like and their face to face with Professor Snape.
"Punctuality. I shall keep that in mind. The rags, mops, and bucket of soap water is here." He points to the stack of cleaning equipments.
"No magic allowed." He sits down stiffly behind his desk, reaching for a pile of essays to grade.
Makoto walks to the other side of the room, away from Draco. Lifts jars full of floating body parts, wiping the surface underneath, and placing them back in place. Fast wiping the white powder, spider webs, and plant leaves that had collected on the wooden planks.
Black eyes lift from the pile of papers to the two teens, who's backs were turned against each other. Shakes his head and picks up his wand, waves it in mid air. The two dirt covered pieces of cloth are replaced with mops and at that, they turn to face the teacher.
He strides over and holds out a pale, bony hand.
"I tire of watching you two; I am going to retreat to my office. Hand me your wands to assure that no magic will be used to quicken your punishment."
Hands reach into a concealed pocket and reluctantly let the wands drop into the waiting hand. Fingers clutch the set of wands and whirl around, disappearing down the long hallway.
Eyes stare at the drifting figure, green ones reluctant while blue ones sparkle darkly. Heavy sigh before Makoto takes the mop and kicks the bucket full of water towards far back corner of the room, working towards the door. Fallen papers, unknown powders, and writhing creatures are swept off the ground, the white marble type surface sparkling clean.
The menial task leaves their minds to wander and before they knew it, it was done.
"Tables." He says and Makoto nods, he taking the back tables while she took the front ones.
Nothing to Makoto, she used to do this at home, being the eldest female of the household. She closes her eyes, blocking out the though and scrubs the table rigorously. One table, two, three, four and all the front tables were done, gleaming in the rays of sunlight that streamed through the window.
Wiping her forhead with the back of her hand, she looks up to see Draco, wiping the grime off his second table. Makoto shakes her head; he must not be used to doing such a servile task. She strides over to the other tables and finishes his share of the task.
Icy-blue eyes look up, cold and distant.
"If I let you clean at that rate, we'd be here forever." Makoto replies softly, tossing the rag onto the last table she had finished.
A vague smile and the tall green-eyed girl feels her heart flutter. Laughter, genuine laughter rings throughout the air and Makoto feels a smile forming on her face.
"Indeed." Odd silence then an aggravated sigh.
"We still have the stools, spitfire." He murmurs as he stares at the tall metal chairs. Makoto nods, taking the nickname in stride and grabs the rag again.
With a bottle of polishing fluid in one hand and a clean rag in the other, she begins to smother the liquid into the smooth wood. All this slow, tedious work leaves her muscles sore and to think, they still had Quidditch practice later.
"Hey, I'll get the last one." He tells aloud and Makoto looks up to see that he had finished all the rest. His sweater sleeves were rolled up like hers and large, rough hands grind vigorously against the remaining stool.
Another smile forming on her face, wider, softer, more loving. He finishes and wipes his hands free of any dirt, before looking up at her.
"And we're done." He announces with fake happiness.
She moved forward, grabbing him by the lapels of his shirt and drawing his face to hers. Lips press hard against pale, cold ones, warming them. Her tongue darts out and shoves passed the tightly closed lips, exploring the cavity excitedly. The kiss was rough, violent, painful and red hot; just how Malfoy liked it. She pulls back, watches his face for a reaction. Appears taken aback for a moment before the familiar cocky demeanor comes rolling back.
"Ohh, you want me. Bad. Don't you?" He asks with a sinister smirk, crossing arms over his wide chest. She can't respond but the answer is obvious and Draco, being the cynical ass he is, chuckles at her expense.
The door opens, Snape somehow sensing the completion of the task. His cold eyes scan the room before he whips out his wand and waves it about. Cleaning supplies vanish and he places the stack of graded papers onto the desk.
"Satisfactory work. You may go." He murmurs, waving his hand in dismissal.
Sore muscles relax and relief washes over them, their shoulders sagging as they begin to trudge out of the room.
"Keep your wandering lips, hands, and other body parts in your uniforms until school hours are over. Or else." Snape calls to the two and they nod obediently, not bothering to turn and address him.
Side by side, walking, no words are exchanged. The halls are empty, save for the occasional student scurrying off somewhere. They finally reach the Slytherin common room, then Draco's dormitory. He pushes the big wooden door open, entering. He stops as he realizes Makoto hadn't followed him in and places a quizzical look on her.
She flusters, transferring weight from one foot to another, averting her gaze. He sighs and rolls his eyes as he slips off his outer robe and sweatshirt.
"You weren't so shy a few hours ago." He smirks sinfully as her cheeks heat up with a red-hot blush. She takes a few small steps in and the door closes behind her.
Jumps slightly at the door closing and followed the light-haired boy up the stairs and into his room. Frantic thoughts, several thick gulps and she forces herself to remain cool. She had her reputation to uphold here.
"You hungry?" he barks as he rummages through his personal kitchen.
"No…hey, why do you get a kitchen?" she barked from his bedroom, sitting at the end of the edge of his bed. The proud Slytherin robe and her grey cotton sweater were hung neatly on a hook on his wall. Her shoes were off, placed next to each other neatly on the side of his door.
"Cause I'm Draco Malfoy." He replied as he reentered the room, his button up shirt untucked from his slacks and two cups of bubble tea in hand.
He hands her one and plops down lazily into a near by leather, swivel chair, propping his feet onto his bed.
"Tiresome day." He stated as he took a sip of the drink, pulling away and licking at his lips absently. Unknown to him however, the simple action jolted wandering thoughts in the mind of the person sitting across from him.
"Wouldn't be as tired if it wasn't for you." Makoto responds, cynical sarcasm spread thick across her words. He laughs and forces his legs to pull him closer, chair rolling until it hit the bed,
"If you can honestly tell me you didn't want it and still don't want it, then I'll stop." He offers with a slight shrug, eyebrow quirked as he waited for her reply.
Seconds pass and she chews at her lower lip gently. Another bark of cold laughter.
"I knew it. You like it, spitfire. The way I handle you, rough, demanding." He taunts and she grits her teeth, fists clenching.
'Handle me will you? Pfft.'
She rises from the bed and crawls onto Draco's lap, knees straddling him in place while her hands grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. For once, he was startled and she grinned devilishly at his reaction. Pulling his head up, she ground her lips to his, tongue probing past his lips.
He was taken aback, flabbergasted, speechless as she continued to kiss him into a hazed stupor. Rough it was, teeth practically splitting his lip as she continued. But god DAMN if he didn't want more of it. A somewhat muscled arm curled around her tiny back and drew her even closer, kissing back just as passionate as she.
She let out a rather loud moan at that and that's all it took for Draco to be knocked out of his shocked daze. He pulled his legs off his bed and lifted both of them up off the chair. Slender legs wrap reflexively about his waist, skirt hiking up. He deposits them onto his bed and dips his head lower, increasing the pressure on her lips considerably.
Fumbling fingers undid each button from the front of their white button up shirts, Makoto sitting up to allow Draco to push her shirt off her shoulders then tossing the offending garment behind him. Suddenly pulling away, he placed fervent kisses along her slender throat, head moving aside to allow him more passage. As she undid the last button, she pushed the shirt off his shoulders and almost off him comepltely if it wasn't for the buttoned cuffs around his wrists. Few tugs with no avail.
She cursed slightly before smirking just as sinisterly as Draco had done a few moments ago. Pushing foreword, he fell back onto his bed, hands trapped behind him in the thin shirt. Wide blue eyes stared up at her with question, arms tugging relentlessly at the restraints. She shook her head playfully, crawling onto his chest and straddling his hips.
Hot breath seared his pale flesh as she bent and started to kiss and bite at his throat nips nearly tearing the skin. He shuddered slightly, wiggling with a new vigor as he needed to have his hands free. A tortured groan escaped his lips as her lips locked around the flesh of his nipple, sucking gently.
FINALLY! Threads holding the buttons to the fabric snapped and the shirt finally came off to join the other crumpled shirt on the ground. Quick movements, shoves, pants, gasps, and the tables are turned once more. His hands cup her thighs, spreading them wide to allow him to move in. His lips plastered against hers, pressing hard and rough while one of his hands wandered up her torso and under her bra while the other hastily undid the buckle to the belt of his pants.
Soon the black strip of leather came flying out, landing on the heap of clothing. The rest of the clothing they somehow managed ot sustain all this time, came flying off in a few moments after.
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OKAY! OKAY! NO FLAMES ABOUT TO MUCH SEX CAUSE I WARNED JOO IN THE BEGINNING!
Keep em flowin
