Chapter 11
Just to tell you, I ex'd out one of Syaoron's sisters with Cho Chang, Harry's love interest in the forth movie. So yeah, I do know it's supposed to be Li Shiefa and not Li Cho.

"M-mako…Mako…"

Rasped breathes came out soft, quick and repeatedly as bodies collided against each other. Draco could only moan, his face contorted slightly, as he lost himself into his own pleasure. Moans and cries egged him on, pace quick and hard as the blue-eyed Slytherin tried to achieve climax.

Explosion! Torrent! Vision spinning. Draco threw his head back with a loud muffled groan, continuing to thrust even as he came. Hands clutched to his broad shoulders desperately, nails digging into its flesh.

And a second later, someone suddenly stepped into the rooming, making a disgusted sound in the back of their throat.

Draco's head whirls about, eyes half closed as he tried to regain his bearings and his breath.

Piercing ice blue eyes stare back at piercing blue eyes, one staring wearily while the other glared.

"My God…" Lucius Malfoy murmured, lips curling into a disgusted scowl.

"F-father! I…we..i-it's not-"

A large hand rose, stopping the startled boy in mid-sentence. Lucius stepped foreword, causing Makoto to pull the sheets around her even tighter.

"So not only have you besmirched the Slytherin house, our family, ME…but you've slept with that mudblood?" the former Death-eater demanded scathingly. "She's a mortal and you should not be sleeping- ASSOCIATING with the likes of her. Now I suggest that you stop this before I go to extreme measures."

The behemoth of a man whirls around and steps through the door, robes fluttering about him.

"But," Draco begins, voice hesitant and withdrawn. His father stops and slowly turns to face him, face shocked. That only made the boy even more nervous, heart beat quickening.

"I…don't care if she's a mudblood or a mortal or whatever. I mean…I really…I really like being with her, father." He heaved, feeling a weight being lifted off his shoulders with every word. A familiar confidence and determination filled his eyes.

"And why exactly can't I be with her?"

Draco drew Makoto near to his chest, pushing her somewhat behind him to shield her from the onslaught that his father would most definitely inflict. But…surprisingly, his father continued to stare at the two, eyes just as cold and unfeeling as before.

"Well then, if that's your decision." He sneered; nose upturned as his ice-blue eyes pierced through Makoto's frightened green ones.

"Then so be it."

With that said, the Malfoy patriarch whirled around once more and left the room, shutting the door behind him. The breath the two had been holding came out in a loud whoosh, both of them collapsing on the bed behind them.

Makoto quickly cuddled up against Draco's form, head resting onto his chest. There was a loud, heavy yawn before drifting off into an exhausted sleep, a drowsy smile across her lips.

Draco remained awake however, absently twirling one of her chestnut brown curls between his fingers. He stared up at the ceiling, face pensive and slightly pained.

Thoughts of his father plagued his very intelligent mind. His father was not the type of man to let things go or let things get in his way. He'd get what he wanted, no matter the cost.

And Draco feared that, that cost would be Makoto.

His love, his spitfire.

The Hogwartz library was relatively quiet, stirring slightly with the gentle whispers of chatter and rustling page turning.

Far off in the back sat two green clad students, studying for the potions test Snape had promised to give. Well trying to study, Draco's hand slipping between the folds of his partner's robes and grinding against her ribs.

She shrieks with laughter, in the library no less and both thankful that not that many people were in the library that day. Not cause of common courtesy of being so loud, more because of the blasted rumors that had grown to such a level barely anyone talked to them anymore. Save for the true friends.

Draco didn't mind one bit, quite used to it because he usually isolated them, only now vice versa. Crabbe and Goyle remained ever faithful at his sides, rambling on ever about food and carrying the 'dumb-as-a-brick' visage as always.

Much like her boyfriend, Makoto hadn't minded the separation, feeling utterly content with her pals and Draco. Harry and Ron were still a little off with her, falling silent when Draco was around. Hermione and Haruka remained the same, talking and sitting with her when others wouldn't.

Makoto managed to swap away the wandering hands as Hermione approached the table. She was all smiles, practically running to greet the two.

"Morning Makoto!" the Gryffindor greeted, placing her stack of books onto the table and practically jumping with excitement.

Makoto giggled slightly as Draco stared up at the blonde girl for a bit, remaining silent. Hermione stared back awkwardly, silently debating on whether or not to greet him as well.

"What you so excited about?" Makoto asked, completely oblivious at their stares exchanged.

"You hadn't heard?"

"Apparently not…care to share?"

Hermione took a seat at the table, leaning in to whisper, so not to bother the other people in the library.

"Well, next period we get to meet the decedents of the Clow Reed!" she murmured excitedly, letting out a soft squeal of excitement.

"Wasn't he the one who had almost defeated Vol—" Draco stopped and lowered his voice. "Dermont?"

Hermione nodded, redirecting her attentions to the Slytherin male sitting opposing her.

"He also managed to house the elements of nature into cards."

Draco and Hermione began to a talk, an unusual and down right weird scene to behold. No fighting, Hermione even smiled slightly. They hadn't noticed the peachy-color drain from Makoto's face and her eyes widen to the size of saucers, iris narrowing.

"Uhh…gotta pee. Meet you in the cafeteria."

Makoto nearly leapt from her seat, darting out of the library and leaving her two friends lost and confused.

"What's wrong with her?" Hermione questioned with concern, brow furrowing as she stared at the door Makoto had just ran out of.

Draco remained silent, staring pensively at the same door, face contorted with worry and a pained loss.

"Where is she, Malfoy? She's gonna be late!" Haruka screamed in a whisper.

Draco just sneered, concealing his concern rather well with his familiar cold 'I-could-care-less' roll of the eyes.

"Well, if I knew at all Tenou, I would have told you by now. So stop asking." The Malfoy quipped with a glare. "She'll be here…I know she will."

Haruka was ready to retort with something just as fierce but was quickly stopped at the sudden change in his tone. The last part he had said had grown uncharacteristically quiet and soft, his grey-blue eyes drifting to the doors and almost…expecting for her to run through them.

A kind smile spread across the girl's face, shaking her head somewhat with astonishment. It was amazing Draco had been so subtly changed by the other's presence. The stern, icy coldness disappeared from Draco's frosty gaze when Makoto was in company. He became warmer, more sociable . . . more human.

A second after the icy-grey eyes fell onto the doors, Makoto came running through, her robe flying behind her in her dash. Quick, brisk steps and she reaches the Slytherin table, taking her rightful seat next to Draco and across from Haruka.

"Where were you?" the tawny-haired witch questioned with a quizzical stare.

When Makoto had finally managed to regain her breath she simply replied,

"Just checking something out."

The kind-hearted headmaster rose to his feet, the professors sitting almost regally in the cathedra chairs lining either side of him. The students grew hushed, a few lingering whispers were heard, which he waited to cease.

"Thank you for your attention. Now as you may have heard, we have been lucky enough to be graced with Clow Reed's decedents. I do expect that you will give them the respect and attention they deserve." Dumbledore murmured, voice warm as he suddenly turned slightly to the side, arm extending and motioning for something to come forward.

A group of young teens come out, then an older male preceding, dressed in muggle clothes and stepped onto the platform to join the headmaster.

"It's good to see you again, Fujitaka." Albus greeted softly, extending his arm and the youthful looking Fujitaka shaking it twice and firm.

"It's great to see you again, headmaster. It has been quite sometime…" Fujitaka murmured kindly, adjusting his spectacles somewhat.

"All these years and still calling me headmaster?" the elderly wizard laughed half heartedly, taking the younger man into his arms in a hug.

"Sir?"

The two men parted and looked down at a green-eyed girl with short-cropped brown hair, who stared back at them shyly.

"So this must be Sakura."

"Yes, sir." Sakura answered softly, bowing slightly with respect. The older man laughed and caused the young girl to look up with fright and confusion in her eyes.

"Oh child, you haven't done anything wrong. You're free to call me Dumbledore or headmaster as your father likes too." Albus laughed slightly, nudging at the smiling man next to him. "So what is it you need?"

"I was wondering if it was alright if I brought my sister up here too." Sakura requested softly.

"Yes, she's a seventh year Slytherin." Athena suddenly added, turning slightly to look at the green clad table.

"OH! Yes, yes go ahead. How could I forget! I suppose old age is getting to me." Dumbledore laughed and rubbed his head slightly.

Sakura nodded slightly and stepped off the stage, heading for the Slytherin table.

"She looks only to be fourteen or so…" the headmaster commented, rubbing his long white beard.

"Ah yes, Sakura harnessed the cards and carried on position as Card Mistress at a very young age. Around fourth or fifth grade." Her father informed, the elderly warlock gapping slightly and shaking his head with a smile.

"It's amazing; children are mastering things that took me years to do."

"What is this Makoto?"

The auburn-haired witch sighed slightly, gaze dropping as she moved away from Draco's hold.

"You never told me you-

"I-I couldn't…our family couldn't let anyone know about the cards until we officially knew they weren't searching for them. And we aren't exactly the decendents…" Makoto murmured softly, tugging at the fabric of her robe sleeve slightly.

"Niichan!" Sakura called loudly, running towards her direction.

Makoto sighed slightly and gave the boy beside her a sympathetic look as the smaller girl grabbed her by the hand and began to tug her out of the bench chair.

"C'mon!" Sakura whined before stopping and tilting on her side.

"Oh, hi Draco." She greeted with a smile, waving her hand slightly.

"Hello Sakura." He murmured, waving his hand over his shoulder in recognition.

The young girl blinked several times, looking at Makoto then Draco then back to Makoto. They looked awfully perturbed with something but the naïve Card Mistress couldn't exactly pin point it.

"Well uhm…I'm gonna bring Mako-chan up there to join us. Later."

Sakura happily tugged her sister down the aisle, babbling a million words per minute about what she had missed in the past day she had been gone. Makoto laughed half heartedly, taking a few side glances at her students who just whispered and pointed at her.

God she hated being the center of rumors.

"Hey dad."

They exchanged a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek before Makoto wandered off to the others to greet them as well.

Dumbledore turned, redirecting his attentions to the student body.

"Well give me a moment to introduce them all. This would be Li Syaoron, descendent of Clow Reed."

The young Chinese boy came forward, hands clamped tightly to his side, perfectly straight as he bent foreward in respect then straightened. He did a quick nod of the head before falling back into line with the others.

"His sisters, Li Fuutie, Li Fanren, Li Reimei, and Li Cho"

Four girls stepped foreword, all exceptionally beautiful and pale skinned. Except for one, short with long flowing ebony black hair and deep chestnut brown eyes. She was still beautiful though, hers more exotic and different then her taller, brown-haired, green-eyed bearing sisters. They all bowed in sync, staring straight ahead and no where else. After a moment, they returned back to the group. The dark-haired one looked over though, towards the Gryffindor table where her eyes met with shimmering cerulean blue ones. Those eyes belonged to Harry Potter, who currently was eyeing the girl with great interest, eyes rolling up and down her frame.

"Yukito Tsukishiro. He transforms into Yue, Guardian of the Moon and Judgment Maker."

Happy-go-lucky Yukito stepped foreword, shutting his eyes and spreading his arms, a soft white glow enveloping him. When it faded, a very tall pale man stood in his place. It was a totally different person, the friendly warmth gone from the ice-blue eyes and replaced with a cold glint. He nodded slightly before returning to the group, standing behind Sakura.

"Fujitaka Kinomoto, father of the Card Mistress and instilled with the ability to foresee the future."

Warm smile tugging at his lips, the youthful looking father stepped up, adjusting his glasses as he did a curt little wave and bow before going back to his original place.

"Touya Kinomoto, brother of the Card Mistress and instilled with the ability to sense magical auras."

With a somewhat bored look across his face, Touya stepped foreword, waving slightly and ignoring the sudden murmurs from girls erupting as he did. When he returned to his spot, Athena was quick to latch herself to his arm, glaring off any girl's with wishful ideas.

Dumdbledore laughed half heartedly at that, shaking his head.

"And Touya's girlfriend and betrothed, Noelle Taba."

The wise elderly man rubbed his nose to cover the smile that was forming on his lips as several girls groaned in disappointment.

"Makoto Kinomoto, sister of the Card Mistress and practicing witch."

Makoto didn't bother to step foreword, staring at the millions of eyes that bored into her. Paranoia and apprehension ceased her and her palms grew sweaty. She took a look at Draco, who looked up at her with warm affection, nodding his head up slightly in greeting. She did the same, feeling all the bad stuff fade away.

"And finally," Dumbledore called, voice warm "Sakura Kinomoto, the Card Mistress and Captor of the Star Cards."

Small Sakura stepped up, hands folded into a neat ball on her lap. She took a few glances at the big congregation in front of her, cheeks growing warm.

"Hello," she greeted softly, waving some.

A small bear like creature appeared from behind her head, fluttering in mid air by two small white wings.

"Hi, I'm Kero."

They stared at the small creature blankly, a few girls awing and saying how cute it was.

"Hey! I'm a big bad lion!" he whined sulkily, small shoulders hunching foreword. "I'm Guardian Beast of the Seal, ruled by the power of the mighty Sun!"

The little thing proceeded to flex its little arms and strike poses, to emphasize it's manliness. Everyone remained silent before Yue quietly stepped foreword and snatched the end of Kero's fluffy tail.

Kero yelped in pain, turning about and trying in vain to yank the near-end of his tail out of the solid grip. Everyone looked on, just as silent as before until Makoto and Touya began to shake with laughter. Athena and Sakura were soon to follow, and eventually the whole school began to laugh.

A funny scene it was and Kero eventually stopped yanking at his tail, turning to the congregation and crossing his small arms over his chest.

"You meanies!" Kero cried, sticking out his tongue in defense.

"Oh wow," Yue muttered with a roll of his cold grey eyes as he began to tug his bretheren back to the line up, to give their Mistress time to talk.

Sakura smiled and took a fleeting look at her two guardians before turning back to the group and talking.

"You suck up!" the Sun Guardian whispered with his tongue sticking out.

"You immature animal." Yue shot back, not bothering to look down and keeping his stare locked straight ahead.

"Mistress's pet."

"Imbecile."

"Bunny, I needa change my shirt!"

Draco snorted at Makoto's whine of a command, lips twisting into a mischievous little grin.

"What have I said about the bunny thing, spitfire." He droned, propping his chin onto her shoulder and snaking his arms around her small waist.

"Well I have no nickname for you Dwacie-poo" Makoto murmured with a grin of hers, pulling out some clothes from the drawers.

She was suddenly spun about and flattened between a wall and a very muscular body. A pair of pretty blue eyes stared down at her with glinting with something playful in its depths. His hand reached up and gently tugged the garments form her hold, tossing them onto her near by bed.

"Oh spitfire…" he murmured, shaking his head side to side with a smirk on his handsome face.

"I warned you little one."

Makoto opened her mouth, preparing to still what she knew was going to come and trying her best to fight the blush creeping onto her cheeks.

"Sorry to interrupt, but you guys are gonna be late."

Athena stood at the doorway, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed over her chest and a rather amused look across her face.

"Uh..yeah. I'll meet you downstairs," Draco mumbled walking out of the room, waving a goodbye to the girl at the door.

Athena wiggled her fingers in turn before pushed herself off the frame, moving foreword to Makoto.

"Seems I keep interrupting you guys," she commented as she plopped herself onto her a nearby computer chair and placing her purse onto the table next to it.

Makoto sighed as she tugged off her shirt, tossing it into a laundry hamper.

"Just shut up Athena, we're not a bunch of horny kids."

The older female sighed, shaking her head and rising to her feet.

"Sorry," she murmured, patting Makoto's back before heading for the door.

"Don't take too long poopie,"

"Sure thing future sister-in-law" Makoto called over her shoulder, smiling as she heard Noelle's trademark throaty,

As she was pulling her brown curls into a high ponytail, a sudden rustle of clothes was heard behind her. Makoto tilted her head just enough to see who was behind her, her mouth falling open wide and a feeling of numb shock and fear shooting through her limbs.

Lucius Malfoy. Thin pale lips curled into a disgusting scowl, tapping the tip of his chin with a long, thin black stick. His wand.

"W-what do you need?" she questioned, pretending not to hear the stutter of fear in her own voice.

He sneered, taking torturously slow steps towards her.

"I need you to leave my son alone." He snickered with a growl, glaring the girl up and down.

Makoto felt a little ball of anger forming in her chest. For some father, he couldn't just let his son be happy. She wanted to rip out his long, white-blonde hair from its roots and beat some sense into him.

"Listen, I love your son. I'm not going to—

Makoto was stopped in mid sentence, staring at the tip of Lucius's wand that was directed square at the center of her forehead. Eyes went wide and the numb shock and fear from before developed into something so big and severe she couldn't identify it.

The pureblooded warlock smirked as he saw a flash of fright streak through the girl's bright green eyes, her proud, powerful shield of protection slowly disintegrating moment by moment.

"I warn you once more, muggle. Stay away from my son or pay the consequences."

Of course, Makoto's pride one over. She would not conform to his wishes and compromise her feelings for Draco Malfoy, she would never do that.

"I'll do as a I damn please and you should really cut this bullshit cause your being a real fuckface. Let your son be happy for once and maybe you can bring so honor to your reputation." She snapped in a cold tone, spitting in his face, disgusted.

A large hand reached up, wiping off the guck from his once immaculate face, eyes opening to reveal narrowed, very pissed powder blue eyes. Makoto knew very well this would cost her but when anger got the bets of her, all chances of her seizing till satisfied was slim. As was the chances of her getting out of this unharmed.

"You stupid muggle bitch, thinking you can address and spit at ME, Lucius Malfoy! Well, I'll show you, you damn brat!" he snarled viciously, rearing back and laughing evilly.

"CRUCIO!"

Makoto's emerald green eyes widened with terror as an immense, severe pain enveloped her entire being. Her arms clutched to her middle as she crumpled to the ground at Lucius's feet, trying to stop the VERY unpleasant sensations running through her body.

"Athena!" Makoto moaned out as her tear-filled eyes stared helplessly behind the tall man.

Lucius snickered and turned around to see a wide-eyed, trembling girl at the door. She closed, opened then closed her mouth trying to utter something, ANYTHING. When she had finally mustered enough energy to overcome the shock and fear she quickly turned her heel and was ready to scream for help, but it was too late.

"Beastacio Transformas!"

The pretty dark-haired girl turned about, eyes wide with the same terror as Makoto's as she began to slowly crumble to the ground. All that remained was her bright red halter and black pants, a small lump stirring about underneath them. A few moments and a little wolf cub came crawling out. Red blotches covered the black fur of the little animal, a pair of sultry brown eyes glaring up at the Malfoy who had changed her to this.

He threw his head back and screeched a loud, evil cackle; his joy heightening at Makoto's groans and moans for pain.

"Ah you brat, I warned you. Now live with the consequences." He snickered with a 'I-told-you-s-' tone.

"Obliviate!" he uttered madly, the past moments of curses terminated from Makoto's mind.

Now with his work done, the proud warlock spun his heel and walked out of the door, kicking aside the barking Athena in his process.

Makoto's groans of pain had ceased, staring stupidly at empty space before her and her eyes empty, vacant. The events that had just occurred in the past ten minutes were terminated from her mind. A familiar light appeared back in her emerald depths as did her groans of pain as she curled herself into a little ball on the floor.

Athena-wolf went berserk, running around and scratching at the closed doors, yipping and howling loudly. Apparently, she couldn't talk; she could only woof away like a dog.

She began to lose hope after twenty minutes passed and no one had heard. With a slight whimper, she stopped scratching at the door, turning and scurrying back to Makoto's side. Her painful moans had ceased, now thrashing about as a cold sweat trickled down her brow. All Athena-wolf could do was lick at her cheek slightly, trying to comfort the whimpering girl.

"MAKO!"

The wolf jumped slightly and looked to see Draco standing at the doorway, completely floored with shock. He quickly recovered, falling to her side, scooping his girl into his arms and lifting her off the floor.

"What happened?" he asked helplessly and Makoto could only groan in response, clinging to the boy for dear life.

The dog ran circles around Draco's feet, barking wildly and jumping up occasionally. The Slytherin just brushed it off, pushing her away slightly and running out of the door.

The wolf scuttled after him, yipping fervently as if trying to tell him something.

Thanks to everyone, for being there. Just…you're reviews have really helped. A lot.

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