Chapter 13
"I understand you're mourning Makoto's sudden illness but I highly recommend that you pull yourself together and keep your social life out of your academic one before I am forced to do it myself" Professor Snape warns with a lethal glare before spinning his heel and returning to his desk.
The rest of Snape's period seven Potions class stopped working, staring at the first table of the third row closest to the window, where Draco Malfoy sat. The seat next to him was vacant, where Makoto was supposed to be.
"I'm sorry to say, but I feel sorry for that git." Ron drawled out miserably, dropping his head lazily onto Hermione's shoulder.
"I know, suppose he's never had anyone he cared for hurt like that." Harry added before murmuring a spell, trying to conjure up a potion that cured gokan boils.
"Suppose he's never really cared." Ron mumbled under his breath, his girlfriend whipping about to pin him with a scolding glare and a poke at his ribs with her near by elbow.
"Don't be so mean Ronnie." She simply says before the bell rings.
Classes are over and the eager students dash out of the room, everyone but Draco. He takes his time packing up his books before trudging out of the room, shoulders slumped over slightly.
The proud Slytheirn makes his way through some human obstacles, forcing himself to straighten and seem fine.
"Malfoy!"
The light-haired warlock stopped, confused slightly as he turned to see Potter, Granger, and Weasely standing there.
"What is it?" Draco snaps rather irritably, glowering and glaring at the three.
They exchange looks, mouths gapping open and nothing but empty air coming out. Patience gone, Draco hmped and turned his heel, beginning his walk to the Slytherin section.
He was stopped once more by someone whirling him about, that person was Ron.
"Hey…we just wanted to say-"
"That we hope your doing alright." Harry cuts in.
Draco blinks a bit, quite unaccustomed to being worried after by anyone else but Makoto. But was bewildered him more was that this was from Harry Potter and Ronald Weasley.
His old self would scoff and snicker, trying to figure out what their angle was, what was with their kindness. This however, was not his old self.
"Thanks."
Awkward moment is shared before the boy waves a farewell and turns his heel, walking briskly to his section of the school.
The three Gryffindor's stare at the drifting form, blinking rapidly and trying their best to realize that this had just happened.
"Did Malfoy just—"
"Thank us?" Harry finished for Ron.
The girl with them smiled wide, lacing her arm around her boyfriend and best friend's arms, nodding twice.
"Yes, Draco just thanked us."
It was late and most of the school was out by now, all tucked away in their dormitories talking or sleeping away. Everyone but one.
Draco, clad in a pair of cotton black plaid pajama bottoms and a slightly tattered button-up shirt that was left undone, scurried through the hallways, movements agile.
Through the common room, down the empty hallways, and into the hospital ward where his goal slumber.
He creeps down the slightly darkened room then down near the side of a bed. The bed strings creak as he takes a seat next to the form underneath the blanket, his hand reaching over and wiping away any offending locks from her face.
Draco's P.O.V.
I wish it wasn't you.
I wish I was lying there in pain, sure as hell that I deserve it being the asshole I am.
You, you didn't do anything.
Well, you did do something. You changed me; you've made me into a bubbling idiot who gets all warm and fuzzy like Weasley does with Granger.
You've changed everyone. Well not you really, just the attack on you. Everybody is realizing that their love ones are at risk of being lost, like I did. But you haven't been lost, not yet, not ever.
Seems when the risk of something important occurs, it brings out the best of people. Everyone who had been icing you out had come to visit, leaving you all these cards, candies, and flowers, saying they were sorry and hoping for you to get better.
Even Snape, yes Snape. Severus Snape came to visit you, with a potion in hand that he thought might cure you. It hadn't worked and he was rather disappointed. That's right, he was sad he couldn't cure you. He tried to seem nonchalant, indifferent but he was disappointed.
You groan slightly and I take your hand into mine, it squeezes tight around mine then releases.
God, I'm so scared. I can't lose you. I just can't! I-if you…if I…
I'm so scared I'll die.
No, I'm so scared you'll die.
When I walked into your room and saw you there…I-I thought you died…I thought I lost my spitfire. My world was crumbling down and my body felt so numb I thought I died myself. But you stirred, groaning and I felt my heart leap with joy but quickly fall a second later.
There was a dog wolf thing there. You would've really liked it; I know how you love those fuzzy cute small things.
But anyway, how are you? Are you cold? Should I get another blanket? I hate this, feeling so useless, sitting here, talking to you and you're not talking back.
I wish you talk, tell me I'm being silly about this and it's just a scratch and that your Makoto Kinomoto and a little scratch won't do anything to tear you down. Tell me how you prefer my hair left ungelled cause it looks 'so sexy' left undone and into my eyes. Tell me to suck it up so we can fight and make up again.
I whimper slightly and take your hand in mine, kissing it and gently rubbing its soft flesh against my cheek. I can smell the cherry blossoms and the day after a light shower that is just you.
I feel your pulse, still as strong and steady as the first day I touched you.
Mine isn't so steady.
I smile at that somewhat, amazed at how you can make my beat quicken while practically knocked out.
"D-draco…"
My head snaps out and my mind comes rushing back from that little revere I was in. You're awake; oh thank God you're awake.
I swirl my arms around her and bring her close, hugging her tightly, fearing that you'll fade away the next moment.
"Thank God…" I murmur,
"Thank God you're awake Mako…"
Makoto's P.O.V.
It hurts, so bad. I wish it would stop, God why won't it stop? I'm surrounded by dark clouds in a grey mist and I can't find my way out. I'm so lost, no one's here.
A whimper suddenly echoes and shatters my grey bearings, but the pain remains just as severe as before. My eyes squint open, the bright lights stinging and I just want to close them again.
But the smell surrounding me stops me, the unique fragrance of rain, sun, and moon that is no other then Draco Malfoy. I should know that scent, falling asleep to it and waking up to the same.
"D-draco…" I call out weakly, coughing slightly.
He takes me in his arms and hugs me tightly, murmuring into my hair,
"Thank God…thank God you're awake Mako…"
Draco's P.O.V.
You're awake…now you can tell me how strong you are, how it's just a scratch, that I'm being as silly and overprotective as your brother.
"It hurts," she mewls and it rips my heart to shreds.
"I'll make it all stop, Makoto." I promise fiercely into her soft locks, practically straddling her lap.
"I promise."
Arms snake around my shoulders and a hand reaches behind, raking through my hair.
"You didn't gel your hair," she comments softly and I pull back just enough to see her face, hands still holding her small waist.
She's smiling but her eyes aren't sparkling with the usual energetic mischief, looking somewhat vacant and clouded.
"You look even sexier that way," she adds with a weak grin,
"You should leave it that way."
It's so nice to hear her voice again, see her smiling, having her holding me back.
"Mister Malfoy!"
God freaking DAMMIT! It's Pomfrey, blasted woman and I know what's coming.
"Only family is allowed to stay the complete night, now go to your room." She commands and it takes all my will not to hex her.
"Fine," I growl, not bothering to turn and face the old hag.
"Just give me a moment to say bye."
I here some shuffling then a door closing, presumably her office.
"You could be nicer, ya know?" she says playfully.
I smile at the memory, the morning – well actually a couple of hours later – after our first time. Leaning foreword, I press my forehead to hers, grinning.
"I have a reputation to uphold and nice really isn't a part of it." I manage to whisper before she leans in and brushes her lips against mine.
The world drops and what I've been missing for the passed few days, all the constant wishing and dreaming, was suddenly in my arms this very moment. I swear to Merlin and Voldermont themselves, that I'll never leave this, never let her go cause this is everything. This is home. Right here, in my arms, is my world.
She pulls away and a feeling of pained loss washes over me, she feels so right in my arms.
"Good night," she says but I refuse to let her go.
"I don't wanna go,"
And I must sound like a whiney bitch, lower lip jutting out in a little pout. She rolls her eyes with a sigh, looking at me with a calculative stare.
"Draco…" she starts, sounding as if she were reprimanding me like a mother does her child.
"You can see me tomorrow."
Makoto's P.O.V.
Draco suddenly sprawls across the bed, his arms encircling my waist and clinging tight. He whimpers that he doesn't want to go, that he had missed me too much to leave, that it wasn't fair that he had to go as soon as I woke up.
Well I'm the damned evil witch of the West and I'm melting dammit, I'm melting.
How can you turn that away? So my defense crumbles and I move aside just enough for him to crawl up and under the covers.
I'm quick to curl about his frame, placing my head onto his chest and shutting my eyes.
And hunnie, I'm home.
yes, all draco and makoto. As promised. :D
