Chapter 7
Makoto sighed heavily as she levitated in mid air, wiping away her brown curls that plastered onto her forehead and eyes. The continuation of the Quidditch game that she had so wonderfully ruined was doing well and it was a long, grueling continuation at that.
The final game before winter break and it was a big one. But of course, as luck would have it, it began to rain. They continued of course, the onlookers having an invisible dome of protection to prevent them from getting wet while the players were forced to play in the rain.
Six painstaking hours of non-stop Quidditch, the score 500 to 475, Gryffindor in the lead. Scoring 300 of those points, she had one some respect back, as much as she could receive from the Slytherin team.
"MAKOTO!" Haruka howled as the quaffle ball came hurling in her direction. The auburn-haired girl blinked and turned just in time to pull back slightly and catch it.
"AND KINOMOTO HAS HOLD OF THE BALL ONCE MORE!" The announcer cries, shouts of joy erupting from the green covered spectator boxes.
Makoto hugged the ball tightly to her chest, squinting her eyes through the heavy downfall, trying to see what was ahead of her. Several red-clad chasers tried to surround her but with a few swirls of the broom, she left them in the dust.
A wooden paddle slapped, hard against the sodden robes of Makoto, flesh stinging on contact. She winced slightly, feeling her pride stomped down to nothing as the crowds 'oo'd at the move.
"GET HER!" One of the chasers screeched but it was too late, Makoto sending the red ball hurling past the two posts.
"485 FOR SLYTHERIN!"
"You're arm okay?" Haruka screamed in question, hovering next to her, wiping the golden bangs that clung to her face.
"Yeaah, but it's gonna hurt like a bitch later on." Makoto screamed over the rain and cries of the crowd.
Their dark-haired captain came riding by shouting,
"Stop the chit-chat! The Parkins's Pincer!" he commanded, turning his broom and taking the lead.
Haruka and Makoto followed, riding low and sandwiching the unknowing Gryffindor chaser between them. Katie Bell cursed under her breath and tried to out fly the two chasers but failed miserably, Makoto and Haruka seemingly glued to her side.
"NOW!" the green captain who floated above head yelled and the two girls reluctantly encircled the girl.
She stopped in mid-flight, slightly startled by the sudden move. Haruka dived in and grappled the ball from her hands, tossing it behind her shoulder to her waiting captain.
The dark-haired captain caught the ball and turned about, soaring at amazing speeds to the Gryffindor's side. He raised his hand to throw it into the goal when SMACK!
Same wooden paddle that gave Makoto's a stinging bruise had just smacked the proud captain off his broom and hurling down to the ground.
"Fucking Flint…can't even score right!" Haruka growled in anger, cursing venomous insults to Marcus's person.
Makoto sighed and looked over her shoulder, green eyes scanning for a familiar light-haired boy.
The said boy just made a sharp dive, plummeting down vertically and hand out reached for the whizzing golden ball. Harry pulled the same move, the two practically neck and neck, backs supporting each other, both hands out reached for the elusive snitch.
THERE!
The two seekers slammed painfully into the ground and Makoto quickly flew down to check on them.
"Are you guys okay?" Makoto cried with concern, floating a few feet above them.
Crumpled heap of legs, brooms, and robes were pelted with heavy rain and one, slender, pale hand poked out, golden snitch in hand.
Madame Hooch blew a whistle, waving her hands for all the players to come down to the ground.
The teammates landed onto the muddy grounds and waited for the verdict.
"SLYTHERIN WINS! 630 TO 500!" she shouted, the Slytherin side of the crowd jumping and shrieking in joy.
Haruka embraced Makoto, jumping about and pulling the brown girl about.
"YEAH!" Haruka cried, slapping hands with Makoto before turning to the rest of the team to celebrate in their victory.
Makoto sighed in relief and contentment while approaching Malfoy. He smirked cockily at Harry, wiping off some mud and grass that had smeared his green robe.
"Great game, Harry! I really thought you guys would have won." Makoto commented, extending her hand. He sighed, shaking his head before shaking hands with her.
"Eh, win some you lose some. You guys put up a great game too." Harry replied with a smile, wiping the water drop lets off of his lenses a then wiping them again, to rid them of the finger prints.
"Well, you lost this one, Potter." Malfoy spat haughtily, practically grinning from ear to ear.
"Why you—
"Alright, hit the showers guys!" Madame Hooch cried, clapping her hands and breaking apart the feuding boys.
Dark-eyes stayed locked with light ones, glaring daggers at each other as they were pulled into their respective locker rooms.
Haruka tossed the last pieces of cloths into her luggage bag before latching it up and tossing it onto the bed.
"Since you're being sucha girl and taking so damn long, I'll meet you downstairs in the cafeteria!" Haruka shouted over her shoulder as she stepped out of the room.
Makoto shouted an affirmative yes from the bathroom, clad in a soft white robe that managed to reach to mid thigh and nothing more. She stepped out of the bathroom and into her room, tilting her head to the side as she toweled her hair dry.
Slytherin had won the game, apparently the first time in years from what she had heard. Even Dumbledore himself was shocked with the outcome from what she had heard. Some of the professors had claimed that it was because Makoto was there and the team had a special sync with her in it. Flattered she was, shaking her head and saying it was all their hard work and training.
Too deep into her thoughts, Makoto hadn't heard the door to the room open, someone walk up the stairs, down the hallway and creep into her room.
Hands snaked about the slender girl's waist and she jumped slightly, whirling around, eyes wide. Draco stared down at her, smirking and drawing her frame to his.
"D-draco!" she sputtered, dropping her hair towel to the ground.
"I thought you were supposed to be down at the celebration dinner a while ago! Being the one who had won the game and all…"
Lips pressed hard against the nape of her neck, placing a trail of open mouthed kisses along the flesh. Poor Makoto stood there, eyes wide, hands visibly shaking while apt fingers undid the tie of her robe.
"You never really congratulated me." He murmured between kisses, completely unaware at the sudden angry scowl tugging at the pretty girl's lips.
She yanked away, grabbing the ties of her rope and retying them into a tight not. She held the lapels of her robe together tightly, placing an angry glare on the tall boy in front of her.
"Well, GOOD JOB! Now you can go!" she snapped viciously, hunching over and swiping the fallen towel off the floor.
Draco blinked and scratched the back of his head for a moment, trying it find what in HELL had he done wrong. She had never minded before, usually turning about and taking lead. The faint confusion faded with an abrupt fizzle as anger took over him.
He reached over and placed his hand onto her shoulder, turning her about. Makoto must have taken it the wrong way cause her hand came whirling around and smacked the hand away, then turning back around.
Now Draco Malfoy was never the person to really fuck with, the slightest sign of disrespect to his person won you an earful of image tearing insults. He let Makoto's occasional joke slide since he…well he never really KNEW why, he just let it slide. But HITTING him…well, that was a different story.
She glared at the wall in front of her, arms crossed over her chest and internally battling on whether to just give in or beat the hell out of the guy.
Just how DARE he assume he could have her anytime he freaking wanted! She was a person and CERTAINLY was NOT the person to spread her legs for anyone. Draco hadn't exactly been the loving courtier, swooning her with sweet talk and such.
But…there were those times, when they were just hanging around each other, eating or doing homework and it was nice. He'd smile every now and then, a genuine one that she could only see and was reserved only for her.
She was forced to spin about then slammed into the wall she had been glaring at a few minutes ago, a powerful had clasped around her throat and holding her in place.
"Don't EVER hit me cause I'm not afraid to hit back." He growled, soft and low. Eyes pierced into her and shit, her gaze was just as deadly.
"Well if you expect any action, I recommend you realize I'm not your sex slave and that I'm Makoto Kinomoto, Malfoy." She snarled back, hands curling about his wrist and prying it off from her neck.
For the second time that hour, she hunched over and swiped the towel off the ground.
"And I'm not afraid to hit back either." Makoto finished, pushing past him and heading for her suitcases.
Last night here before break, she intended on hanging out with her friends and having a good time. In mid-rummage of her leather suitcases, a larger, paler hand slipped over hers and tugged her around.
"Wha—
Words were lost as cold lips covered hers, gently brushing along the flesh. It was Draco's silent way of saying sorry, the Slytherin too proud to ever admit his wrong doing.
Plus, he was better at the physical stuff rather then wording his emotions.
The meeting hall was filled with upbeat music, warm light, delicious food, and chatter of all the Hogwartz students. Well, all except Makoto and Draco, but no one had really noticed.
Haruka, Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood in a semi circle in front of the Gryffindor table, talking and laughing about what they talked about.
"Makoto is taking awfully long." Hermione commented as she took a sip of the bubbling mambleberry cider.
Everyone nodded and blinked a bit, giving each other a few odd looks. Ron mouthed something to Harry who nodded in agreement while Hermione just mouthed not too. Haruka was too into the joy of the night to even notice, talking aboutvarious broomstickswith Neville Longbottom.
"Hey Haruka…" Ron started, but Hermione quickly clamped her hand over his mouth.
He whined muffled complaints and stared down at his pretty girlfriend, begging for her to let him go. She shook her head and stomped on his foot as he managed to escape her hand.
"OW!" He cried, placing down the drink in his hand and hopping about on one foot, clutching the other in pain.
"I told you not too!" she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and shooting him a 'I-told-you-so' look.
The two began to argue about how Hermione should be more femininely loving while she screeched that he should just follow orders. Harry sighed, shaking his head disdainfully at his two best friends as he pulled Haruka aside.
"As Ron was saying, has Makoto been hanging around with Malfoy a lot?" Harry asked quietly, leaning in so no one could catch hold of their conversation.
"Well…" the tall blonde-haired girl said, tapping her chin as she thought. She had seen Makoto lurking around Draco, a lot. Sneaking around corners, going to his room.
Navy blue-eyes widened at realization, wondering how in hell could she have missed it. It was right under her nose!
"They couldn't of…" Haruka mumbled helplessly, shaking her head a few times and trying to work it all out.
Ron and Hermione had long since stopped arguing, rejoining their companions, one arm wrapped tightly about Hermione's slender waist.
"I know…cause a while back, Malfoy walked away from me in mid insult just as Makoto began to leave. That git would jump at any chance to embarrass me! He and Makoto must be dating." the red-haired boy exclaimed excitedly.
"Oh Ron, calm yourself." Hermione reprimanded, nudging him lightly in the ribs.
"I think we should give her the benefit of the doubt cause it could all be a really bad coincidence."
"But they aren't here!" Ron protested, receiving him another painful stomp onto his foot.
"It's true, Hermoine. But I definitely agree because it just wouldn't be right. Assuming things like that." Harry seconded softly, taking a bite out of his apple turnover.
The group nodded and agreed, saying they would only bring it up if they saw it themselves, with their own eyes.
"Hey guys!"
The group turned to see the girl in question, running towards them happily.
"Makoto! Took you long enough!" Haruka joked with a slight laugh, patting the girl's back gently.
"Yeah Makoto, any longer and you would have missed the party." Hermione murmured, giving Ron and Harry a nervous, side glance.
"Have you seen Malfoy?" Ron suddenly asked, and of course, Hermione slammed her heel painfully into Ron's now throbbing foot.
"OUCH! WHAT THE HELL!" He cried as he clutched his foot, trying to rub the pain out of it.
Hermione made a furious sound in the back of her throat and pulled her red-haired boyfriend aside, already nagging him about how he has an attention span of a two year old.
Makoto blinked and stared after the two, completely lost and confused on what was wrong.
"Alright…what's going on?" Makoto questioned with a exasperated voice, green-eyes placing a suspicious stare onto her two friends.
"Oh! OH nothing!" Harry chirped happily, throwing his arm around Makoto's shoulder.
"Yep! Just a tad too much to drink!" Haruka added as she threw her arm around Makoto's shoulder.
The two tall, short-haired Quidditch players laughed nervously and began to sway side to side, singing an old song.
Makoto just looked up at the ceiling ask what in Merlin's name had gotten into these people. But eventually she gave in, throwing her arms around their shoulders, and joining in song.
Man, she was gonna miss these guys.
Draco had decided to leave everything to last minute; he spent his morning hastily throwing his clothes into his very expensive luggage. Maybe he had too much to drink last night or he was absent minded at the moment but he had completely forgotten he could've just packed all the clothes into his bag with a flick of his wand.
As he turned to get the last stack of slacks from his drawers he noticed that, theyw eren't there anymore. When he turned back to his pile of suitcases, he saw no other then Makoto zippering it closed.
"You could have just as easily done that sherovias spell and saved yourself all this time and energy." Makoto remarked with an amused smile as Draco cursed and snapped his fingers.
"Well, you could have TOLD ME THAT!" He half whined in a murmur, placing an irritated stare onto the girl.
She only grinned and shrugged, putting on a helpless visage. He snickered slightly, flicking his hand under his chin.
Makoto began to shake with laughter.
"Since when did the great Draco Malfoy result to Italian – no correction MUGGLE rude gestures? Hmm?" she suddenly questioned, with a wicked glint in her eye and a eyebrow cocked up.
He smiled slightly, just slightly for a moment and that made the usually level-headed girl's mind go a blank.
"I can do whatever I damn please. Now why exactly are you here?" he asked, smile fading but some sort of warm emotion remaining in his tone.
She fumbled a bit, fingering something in her hand. Stared at him, then the floor, him, then floor, him, floor…then a sigh.
She shoved her arm out and pushed her hand into his palm, a crumpled paper falling in. He stared at her and looked down at his hand quizzically.
"What's this?" he murmured as he began to undo the folds of the paper.
She quickly stepped in, closing his fingers over the paper and pressing her lips to his. Quick, a bit painful and it faded as fast at it had arrived.
"Well, I gotta go say bye to the guys! Later!"
With that she turned her heel and sprinted out of the room, smiling wide.
Draco's P.O.V.
My father wasn't home when I arrived, the house elves had informed me that my father was off on business work and he would be back in three days.
Pfft, like he's there for me period. Though he does have those touching heart to heart talks how I can one up Potter. Please, everyone knows I'm just naturally better. Looks, intelligence, popularity, money…
I lay in my bed, hands clasped behind my head as I stare up at the dark, stone ceiling above me. I can't sleep for some reason, Makoto plaguing my mind. A week and a half without Makoto. I don't like that idea and I don't know why.
Something different…unknown fills me. It's something like Makoto…warm and sweet. Tingles through my body and leaves me smiling wide.
"GRR!" I grunt, wiping the smile off my face and replacing it with a glower.
Damn spitfire…changed me she has. I'm gonna start fumbling and bubbling about like Weasley. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
Thoughts of her laughter, smiles, hugs, kisses, brutal insults, and just how great she can make up with me swirl my brain and I just can't stand it anymore.
Slipping off of my bed, I throw a pillow underneath my comforter and position it right enough to make it appear as if someone is sleeping in it.
Not that the house elves would even try and wake me up but better to be safe then sorry. I pull out a port and the slip of crumpled paper Makoto had given me from the drawer next to my bed and read aloud the word scribbled on the paper.
To the muggle world I go.
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