Chapter 6
Makoto released a long and heavy yawn as stirred from her slumber, rubbing at her face against something soft, trying to remove the last vestiges of sleep and dreams from her foggy mind. She sighed after that, blinking her eyes open, taking notice of who she was rubbing her face against. Looking up, her eyes locked with familiar blue ones and she now noticed that she was not only waking in the arms of Draco Malfoy, but sheer naked in the arms of Draco Malfoy.
"Had a nice sleep?" he suddenly asked, fingers sifting through her soft, brown curls tousled about her bare shoulders and back.
She shook her head a few hard times and pulled away, staring at him dumbfounded. He shrugged a bit, sitting up against the head of his large bed and clasping his hands behind his head.
"We…no..couldn't…did we?" she mumbled and he grinned wide.
"Of course, spitfire. You were the one who took the lead." He happily informed, slipping from his bed and walking to his drawers, a sheet wrapped about his waist loosely.
She sat there numbly, blinking and shaking her head a few times. After a moment of taking this all in, she sighed and rose from the bed as well, wrapping the sheets tightly about her form.
"We've got Quidditch practice." Draco said over his shoulder as he pulled out some clothes.
"Mmmhmm…" Makoto bent to pick up her fallen uniform and began to pull it back on.
As he turned, towel slung over one shoulder; he took the clothes from her hands and tossed them onto the bed.
"By this time everyone is in the hallway and with all those blasted rumors, they're bound to say something."
"But my clothes—"A flick of the wand, spitfire." He cut her off, whirling his wand about and murmuring a spell under his breath.
She waited.
…and waited.
No clothes.
"Losing your touch, Draco?" she questioned with a slight grin.
"Of course not, just ridding any stains and smells from our 'encounter'." He replied, satisfied with her blushing cheeks. He whirled the stick about once more and a few moments later a pile of jeans and such come falling onto the bed.
"I'll go take a shower, you can after." He finished, turning his head as he stood in the bathroom doorway, smirking.
"You could always join me if you like."
This won him a pillow smacking him square in the face.
Makoto sighed a bit as she waited for Draco to get out of the bathroom.
"Man…he takes longer then most girls do. That queer ass." She mumbles under her breath, deciding to head for the kitchen for something to eat.
Mid-rummage through the refrigerator, she heard the door opening and two familiar voices talking. Crabbe and Goyle.
"Shit!" she cursed under her breath, closing the fridge and running back into his bedroom.
"Draco! Draco!" they boomed together, the sound of their feet approaching getting louder and louder.
Adrenaline shoots through her senses and she hastily grabs her clothes, running into the bathroom and shutting it behind her.
She pressed her back against the shut door, heaving a sigh of relief, only to lose it once again. Draco had obviously just stepped out of the shower, what with him dripping wet and a long, fluffy green towel hanging off his hips.
He did a side glance before turning to face her fully, smirking some.
"So soon? We just woke up, spitfire." He murmured, toweling out his hair.
She shot him a dirty look, grabbing the towel out of his hands.
"Your two bitches are out there, calling for you." She informed flatly, his handsome face twisting into a highly annoyed scowl.
"Oh bloody hell, let me rid them." He mumbled walking over, opening the door and poking his head out.
"CRABBE, GOYLE OUT!" he demanded.
"B-but…" one of them whined.
"NOW!"
Shuffling feet, hitting something, then out the door.
"Idiots…" he mumbled as he closed the door and turned back around.
"You could be nicer ya know?" Makoto said with a quirked eyebrow, holding out his towel.
He shrugged a bit, taking the towel and returning to drying his hair.
"I have a reputation to uphold and nice isn't really part of it." Was his response and with his back turned, he never noticed the pair of green eyes that stared at him, faintly pained.
She only sighed and stepped into the shower, placing the sheet that had kept her decent all this time onto a near by hook.
Makoto's P.O.V.
I heave a sigh of relief as we, Draco and I, finally make it onto the Quidditch grounds, ten minutes before practice starts. I'm starving though, would've grabbed a snack if it wasn't for this ass over here who took eternity and a day in the freaking shower. Then, while I'm taking my shower, Mister can't keep anything in his pants has to jump in too.
He didn't do anything, snuck in a few kisses yes, but nothing like last night. Cheeks burn with embarrassment at the recollection of the event. God…what in crazy hell is wrong with me?
"Makoto!" Haruka calls me and I immediately walk to the voice in reaction.
She stares at me, concerned.
"Where were you? I couldn't find you after Snape's class." She asks with brows furrowing. Her eyes bore into mine, trying to find the answer.
"I had detention…remember? I…" QUICK MAKOTO! THINK THINK THINK! ANYTHING! "…was hexing people. Got caught." Nervous laugh and rub of the back of my neck.
She continues to stare, debating whether or not to believe me I suppose. Scratch of the back of her head and she shrugs it off, pulling me to the back.
She babbles on about some prank she did with Sitterus and I have stopped listening a while ago. Pretty mean yes but I have far more important things on my mind then some prank.
…far more important people.
I hate staring at people cause usually, I get caught. Then they see me and look at me like I have three heads or something but I just can't help it. There's the tall, lanky boy with soft, white-blonde hair topping his head. He's talking to Montague, one of chasers…or beaters? I think him and Haruka switched spots since Haruka was faster or something.
He turns his head slightly and SHIT he sees me staring. God, GOD! Complete and utter humiliation washes over me, but I can't pull my eyes away.
He smirks, same cold smirk, and winks at me before turning back to Montague.
"…and he practically pisses his pants!" Haruka finished, giving a good belly laugh.
Force laughter and peel my eyes off of him.
"Curse that Flint!." Haruka groans with frustration, throwing her hands in the air.
"He wouldn't have to train us so freaking hard if he had just stuck to the plan last game!" she raves and Makoto nods in agreement.
"Hey, I'll meet you in the room. I just needa get something to eat." Makoto says and Haruka nods, heading for the Slytherin dormitories.
Makoto walks alone to the cafeteria, humming a small song as she does. Her jeans and green short-sleeved shirt are smeared with mud, grass stains, and sweat.
They were rough at practice, rougher then usual and specifically on her. But of course, Makoto refused to even cringe in pain AND ended up out beating her own captain.
"Think you should take a shower first before eating."
Makoto grinned at the voice and turned her heel, kicking the tip of her worn out sneaker with the heel of her other shoe.
"I really wouldn't be talking Draco, you look like hell." Makoto replied with a nod of her head before turning her heel once more and continuing her voyage to the cafeteria.
"Hey…where are you going?" he asked, grabbing her by the elbow and spinning her around.
"The cafeteria, haven't eaten since breakfast." Makoto answered, tugging her arm away and once again, continuing on her journey to the cafeteria.
He cut in however, blocking her pathway and holding her in place.
"You could probably get something better at my place AND get a shower in it too." Draco reasoned, not bothering to wait for her response and grabbing her by the arm.
"Hey..HEY! I did NOT agree to going with you ass." Makoto snapped.
Draco shrugged and continued to drag her down the hallway. Thankfully, no one was in the hallway and would not see him dragging the muggle girl to his room. His precious image would be tainted and fuzz head, better known as Hermione, would give him hell about it.
Makoto sighed slightly as she began to pull a sandwich together. She had taken a shower before Draco, only because he took so long. But she had stupidly forgotten that a locked door couldn't hold him back, with his vast knowledge of spells and his wand. She had easily fended him off, promising to make it up to him later on.
That good looking asshole had this hold on her that could make her melt at his whim. She could never let him know though; he'd take advantage of it.
The sound of the door opening broke Makoto's inner musings.
"You know, you take longer then some girls, Draco." Makoto called over her shoulder as she topped off the two sandwiches with a piece of bread.
"Oh shut it." Was his reply, the sound of a drawer slamming following that.
She piled the sandwiches onto a plate and grabbed two sodas, then walked back to his room.
"You do know we have dinner soon, right?" Draco said as he took the plate out of her hands and placed it onto the table near his bed.
She nodded with a sheepish grin and plopped down onto his leather chair, tucking both feet under herself.
The two commenced on eating the large sandwiches, not saying a word between bites. Makoto paused a moment, taking a sip of her soda and studying the boy sitting across from her. A cute scene it was.
Draco sat on his bed, leaning against the opposing wall, and trying to work his mouth around the large food. He tried a few angles but failed each time.
"Aww…" Makoto giggled slightly, light blue eyes staring at her, confused.
"What's so funny?" he huffed offensively, which of course made Makoto's soft giggle grow into a full blown belly laugh.
He pouted and threw the sandwich onto the plate, curling his feet to his chest and turning away from Makoto. She laughed, mumbling an aww in between, and rose from her seat.
She wrapped her arms around the light-haired boy, still laughing slightly, and placing her chin onto the curve of his shoulder and neck.
"Sorry Draco…it was pretty cute; you trying to work your mouth around the big thing." She mumbled, completely unaware of the slight blush on her cheeks and how fast her heart beat had increased.
He refused to look at her, glaring straight ahead and pouting stubbornly. With no response, she began to whimper, nuzzling his neck gently and waiting for him to give in.
She hadn't known what in the devil's name had gotten into her, hugging him, nuzzling his neck all sweetly, and whimpering for his forgiveness. They had agreed they were only friends with benefits, nothing more. This was more for the couples, not friends with benefits…at least in her opinion.
"You know…" Draco suddenly said, a devil may care grin replacing the pout he had a few moments ago.
"I'll get you back when you try and work your mouth around my big thing."
Loud gasp and a pillow came pummeling Draco in the back of the head.
He laughed a warm, whole-hearted laugh. His eyes had lost its icy stare and he was smiling. Not exactly a wide, cheery smile, but a slight quirk of the lips.
"YOU SICKO!" Makoto cried as she began to whack him repeatedly with his silk covered pillow.
He allowed her assault to continue…for a while. Then, he suddenly whirled around and lunged at her, pinning her to the bed and whacking her upside the face with his pillow.
uhm. Yeah. Really…it DOES get better. Really.
Keep em flowin kiddies.
