Chapter 9
edit in spells used. Just remembered that 'crucio' is one of the unforgivable curses and my baby d-man would go to Azkaban. Can't let that happen. :P

Draco's P.O.V.

I wonder where my little spitfire is. She's usually here by now. I sigh slightly as I prop my elbow onto the table behind me, tilting my head back and pretending to be listening to Crabbe and Goyle's pointless ramble about food.

My mind wanders back to a few days ago, back to the muggle world, back to Makoto's rooftop. She actually loves me too…never would of thought. I mean, I know I'm irresistible, physically wise, but…shit, I'm a real dickhead.

There are times I actually do regret what I hurl out, but my reputation. My beloved reputation.

Speaking of beloveds, here comes my spitfire.

"Hey spitfire."

She smiles, the one that manages to steal my breath away and at the same time wants me to smack myself for letting a smile do that.

Shit, I'm getting too soft.

"Aww, you ate the last green one!" Harry whined as he fingered through the choices of jelly beans in his best friend's big hand.

"Hermione wanted it; you know green's her favorite flavor!" Ron reminded forcefully, Harry rolling his eyes as he took a red one instead.

"Hermione, Hermione, Hermione…" Harry sighed exasperatedly, looking up at the ceiling and asking for some sort of guidance.

A large book lowered to reveal a pair of chestnut brown eyes, blinking between the two boys.

"What about me, Harry?"

"You're a stuck up muggle bitch." Credic Derrick, former Slytherin chaser cut in as he stepped into the room.

Hermione stared wide eyed while the two boys at her side pinned a chilling stare onto the boy.

"Did we ask for your stupid, meaningless opinion?" Ron snapped, corner of his lip curling in disgust.

"Oh go easy Ron…he's still sore about being cut off from the team." Harry murmured, face bland and tone cold. Those who had managed to catch hear of the cold tone in the great Harry Potter's voice gapped shocked.

The Slytherin snickered and huffed, stalking away from their table. He heard them laugh slightly, whispering something amongst themselves. Credic was positively infuriated now, getting humiliated like that by a Gryffindor…shameful. All because of that Makoto girl.

As he neared Makoto and Draco's table, he paused to look down at Makoto, repulsed.

"The other mudblood bitch,"

The room went silent and as Makoto opened her mouth to say something, the dark-haired teen was raised off the ground and pulled away from her.

To the shock of everyone, Makoto included, Draco Malfoy had grabbed Credic by the collar and clean swept him off the ground.

"You low class, good for nothing, joke of a warlock, you have no place to be addressing Makoto or even Granger in that matter." He hissed with a glare that could make Voldermont shake in his boots.

"And if it ever happens again, ever, I will rip your disgusting tongue out of that wrenched mouth."

The class watched, eyes wide and mouth gapping. Since when in HELL did Malfoy defend Hermione? Shit, it was usually him spitting out the insults.

"Draco!" Makoto cried, running forward and prying away Draco's hands off the collar of the boy that had so rudely insulted her a few moments ago.

"BUT-" he starts to protest, teeth grit and eyes glaring flaming daggers at Credic.

"No, Draco. Let it go." She mumbles, shooting a warning glare up at Malfoy.

"Yeah Malfoy, listen to the mudblood girlfriend." The cowering Derrick shouted from the back of the room with a hint of haughtiness lacing his tone.

Makoto grumbled something and whipped her head about, teeth grit as she tried her best to compose herself.

"Watch it before I let Malfoy go and let him have his way with you."

"Just like he has his way with you every night, slut?" he taunted with a twinkle of malice in his eyes.

Several people gasped with shock and snapped their heads to look at Makoto, who's jaw had fallen open and was completely shocked. But their eyes were more focused on the seething boy behind her. Cold blue irises narrowed with something so cold, so dark, it would put satan himself, to shame.

Harry was the only one to notice Draco pull out his wand from the hidden pocket of his robes and point it to the back of the room.

"MALFOY!" Harry cried, running out to stop him but it was too late.

"FURNUNCULUS!"

Small pieces of Credic's pale flesh began to swell, spreading rapidly like wild fire across his skin. He cried out in pain, hands running over the inflammations and trying to make it stop.

"Draco STOP!" Makoto begged, placing her hands onto his broad shoulders.

Fathomless pools of cold, unfeeling blue continued to stare on, ignoring the brown-haired girl's pleas, his wand directing its tip back to Credic.

"Locomotor!" Malfoy shouted, the boiling Slytherin sliding across the cool marble and to Makoto's feet.

Draco's wand reached under the hood of Derrick's robe and lifted him clean of the ground, then shoved the writhing boy into Makoto's face.

"APOLOGIZE!"

Derrick was too overcome to even utter a whisper, groaning and moaning in pain, clutching to his abdomen. This pricked Draco's anger more, thinking that the asshole was being stubborn and refusing.

"Don't make me do worse, Derrick." Draco hissed in a whisper, face turning redder and redder by the minute.

"SORRY!" came Credic's hoarse cry and immediately Malfoy uttered the reversing spell.

The Slytherin fell into a crumpled heap on the ground, blinking rapidly and panting heavily, fingers splayed across his heart as he tried to regain his bearings. Several Slytherins swarmed the poor guy, trying to ease any discomfort he still held while glaring up at Draco.

"How could you!" One of them shouted, shaking their head disapprovingly.

"Yeah, for two muggles. One of them Granger, a GRYFFINDOR!" Another screeched.

"Hey, shut up before I hurt you!" Ron suddenly threatened from the front of the room, ready and willing to enforce a spell on anyone else who would insult his beloved girlfriend.

"Oh shut up fire crotch!" the third one sneered.

Ron was quick to leap off his chair and began to curse at them venomously, his girlfriend and best friend holding him back and telling him to calm down.

"What is going on here?"

The students turned to see Professor Mcgonagall, standing behind the desk and placing a questioning, narrowed glare onto the class.

All squabbling and life threats were stopped, few pleading stares exchanged between them all.

"Nothing, Professor. We were practicing some spells and had a slight mishap." Hermione quickly informed, smiling slightly.

Her glare never left, studying the sight before her to see if it were true or not. But if Hermione had said it, it most likely was. Hermione Granger wasn't the type to lie to the prefects.

"Very well. It's good that you are practicing but next time, don't get so carried away and wait for someone to observe you." Mcgonagall murmured in a slightly nasally voice, beginning to unpack the necessary objects.

"Take your seats."

Unknown the teacher, deadly stares and mouthed warnings were exchanged before the students complied. Whispers echoed throughout the room as everyone's eyes fell onto the two Slytherin's sitting up front, some snearing with disgust while other's smiled happily.

"Can you believe that?" Harry questioned loudly as he took his seat at the Gryffindor table.

It was the lunch hour by now and everyone had a hear of the incident that happened first period in Professor McGonagall's class. They were just shocked; Draco wasn't really the type to defend people, Hermione Granger specifically.

"I know! To think she was our friend." Ron mumbled irritably, stuffing his fourth dinner roll into his mouth.

"Hey, she still is. Just because she's dating Malfoy gives us no right to break all ties with her." Hermione reasoned as she pulled a double decked sandwich off a near by platter.

"He's my enemy!" Harry pointed, refilling his empty cup with lemonade.

"Yes and who knows what Malfoy's influence might do!" Ron added rather loudly, gaining the uneeded attention of several students at their table.

Hermione sighed. She hadn't known Makoto all too long, but she seemed like a good person and definitely not the type to sell out her friends for her boyfriend.

"But Ronnie," she started,

"Don't you recall all those times Makoto had defended us? And even in class, Malfoy had defended Makoto and me. What does that say?"

Her two companions were silent, trying hard to find something witty to retort.

Hermione was right, as always.

Deep in the corridors of the dormitory Crabbe and Malfoy shared, two figures lay sprawled across a chaise longue. Draco leaned somewhat against the arm of the chair, Makoto's arms wrapped about his chest while her head lay cradled at the curve of his shoulder.

She stared pensively at his neck, lips pressed hard together in a firm line. Draco turned his head slightly to gaze at the pretty face tucked snugly in his shoulder.

"What's wrong?" he asked, wringgling his nose about and sniffing.

"Do I smell that bad?"

Now how could you stay so serious and gloomy with a comment like that? Makoto laughed and buried her face into his neck, rubbing her face against the flesh somewhat.

"No, you smell real nice actually. What soap do you use?" she asked, voice slightly muffled.

Draco smiled somewhat and shook his head, pulling back far enough to get a good look at her.

"Mako, what's wrong?"

Makoto tensed, visibly cringing. He never addressed her with her actual name unless it was important or…during bed.

"Worried about the school?"

Man, it was as if he read her mind. She nodded shyly, staring down and chewing at her bottom lip slightly. A cold hand pressed up against her cheek, cupping it, and gently tilting it up to face him.

"Don't worry about them, there just jealous" he assured, with a slight laugh.

"I mean, come on, you have me!"

Makoto laughed hard, burying her face into his chest and muffling it somewhat.

"Oh you conceited bunny."

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