Love Spats and Little Girls

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"I can't BELIEVE that Malfoy is my husband!" Makoto exclaimed loudly and somewhat hotly as she reentered the dormitory she shared with Noelle Chiba, Parvati Patil, and Herms.

"Well YOU try having that block-head Gregory Goyle as your hubby and THEN we'll have something to bitch about." Noelle called with a cynical tone, carefully blowing away at her freshly polished nails.

"Or Vincent Crabbe." Parvati added soon after from the floor just below the cushioned divan Noelle sat upon, gently running a flat-bristled brush through her long ebony black mane.

"Better not wear any fruit scented perfume, they might just try and eat you." Makoto suddenly piped up with a mischievous tone despite her ill mood.

This was met with wild shakes of laughter, so much so that even sour faced Makoto couldn't hold back a grin. However, the grin twisted into a curious pout as she realized Hermione wasn't joining the gaiety.

"What's up with you, Herms?" She questioned with concern, head tilted aside as she began to towel her mane dry.

"Nothing, nothing." Was her quick reply.

Too quick for Makoto's tastes.

"Nothing? You haven't tried to berate any of my opinions thus far, SOMETHING'S gotta be up." Parvati drawled with skepticism, moving her head to fix Hermione with a teasing grin.

At that, the slight girl released a tired sigh, turning away fully from her room of friends. She hadn't want to worry her friends with the sudden upset between she and Ron.

As they were leaving the Great Hall after the marriage project announcement, he had pulled her aside to near by anteroom to talk with her. He was particularly edgy at the time, pacing back and forth in front of her with his arms clasped behind his back, face wrought with worry.

He stumbled and stammered with the words, unable to really complete a sentence. Hermione made a move to hold him, to shake some sense into so he could get on with it.

But as she did he wrenched back with wide eyed, staring up at her with a new kind of glint in his green eyes. She couldn't really discern WHAT it was per say, a cross between worry and jealousy…and something a little dark in between.

Then, out of the blue, he let it out in a loud rush. In the short six minute speech that he gave her, she found out that he worried about the marriage project and how exactly it would effect their relationship. And she couldn't really blame him, having to spend every blasted minute with another man who wasn't her boyfriend.

She tried to reason it out, she really did, but he ended up mistaking her sensible murmurs for something else. A foolish squabble soon followed. And then, Ron let out a big huff and told her to go 'have fun with Notts' before storming out of the room.

Hermione remained standing there, staring after him with confusion and hurt in her eyes.

"Oh don't mind Par, girl," Noelle followed with a tight smile, shooting the Indian female a warning glare.

Granger swatted their chatter away, releasing a long drawling sigh as she suddenly began to gather her books.

"It's nothing. Really. It's been a long day, I think I'll go hit the sack. Good night, pleasant dreams girls." She blurted in a flourish, turning her heel and bolting out of the room, stomping up the stairs.

Dead silence is all that lingered after Hermione departed, save for the hard slamming of her door. The tension was thick and hard in the living room of sorts, the three remaining girls quite unsure of what to do.

Then suddenly, Noelle and Makoto slowly turned to pin their third companion with a dark glare, heads shaking with disapproval. Parvati didn't notice at first, to preoccupied with examining her thick head of long black tresses.

Merlin forbid thest were a split-end!

After a moment however, a slight clearing of Noelle's throat, the young girl tilted her head upward to see what was the matter. Upon catching sight of the deathly looks she was receiving, her brow puckered with perplexed confusion.

"Was it something I said?"

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Breakfast at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry was particularly peculiar this lovely autumn day. Upper and lower classmen alike couldn't help but to gawk at the section where the seventh years sat. It was a strange scene to behold, what with Slytherins at Gryffindor and vise versa.

Many often glance up towards Dumbledore for answers, who simply smiled and shook his head, treating himself to a pleasantly large helping of the French toast.

"More mumbleberry juice, Kino." Draco demanded loftily, shoving the golden cup rudely in front of Makoto's face.

She growled somewhat loudly under her breath at that, eyes squinting shut as she tried very very HARD not to take that damned cup and shove up his—

"Drink." The Slytherin powerhouse pushed on, shoving the golden-plated cup in her face once more with a fine brow quirked.

The green-eyed seventeen-year-old released a highly annoyed noise out from the back of her throat, snatching the thing out of his grasp and reaching for the pitcher.

Reminder to self, poison the mumbleberry juice tomorrow.

As soon as the deep burgundy liquid filled close to the brim, she set back down the pitcher and turned back to her fo hubby. Her hard expression tightened even further under his smug gaze.

"Don't choke," she murmured in a sugary sweet tone with sarcasm spread thick across her words, tight smile about her lips.

The boy-man billionaire sneered at that, swiping the cup out of her hold. He sniffed at the liquid first, glaring at the shorter girl over the rim of his glass. When he found now odd smells from the liquid, he dared to take a sip.

Makoto only rolled her eyes at that, turning about and propping her elbow onto the table as a wall of sorts to block him out. She perched her right cheek onto the open palm, glaring at Hermione hard over the table.

"So what were we talking about?" she questioned with a blink, unbothered peace coming to her face within seconds.

Her ginger-haired companion stared back at her with a quirked brow, cynic banking their hazel depths. And that only caused Makoto to fluster, eyes growing wide with curious disbelief.

"What? What'd I do?"

Hermione only rolled her eyes at that, popping a piece of toast in her mouth before continuing.

"You might consider being more receptive to Malfoy, specially since you and he are bound together for a year." She replied sensibly before turning back to her meal.

That only caused the taller brunette to scoff, nose upturning to the air as she very haughtily popped her own piece of pan-fried bread into her mouth.

"Receptive my ass, the only thing that I'll receive from him Herms, is high-blood pressure and a humungo migraine."

The seventeen-year-old genius of sorts chuckled hard at that, body convulsing from the laughter.

After breakfast the pairs of teens went their separate way, thankfully to Makoto away from Draco. However, her joy was short lived as she suddenly realized that her first period class was in fact the ONLY class that Draco was not in.

Bloody hell. So her only break from the bugger was first period Herbology class; complete with Ron, Hermione, and Harry. Which was good since they wouldn't be sharing lunch or breakfast time together any time soon.

But it wasn't at all the same however, Hermione and Ron barely speaking a word unless truly forced too. And that was extremely odd for usually the teacher of the said class was forced to berate the two love birds for flirting up a storm.

Something was definitely awry.

But before Harry or Makoto could pry enough information to figure out what that something was, the class bell rung. People leapt from their seats and dashed out of the room, yelling a loud good-bye to a smiling Professor Sprout.

"Later," Makoto called as she wheeled down a separate hallway from Harry, Ron and Hermione, waving a good bye over shoulder.

She continued to stare over her shoulder until the three forms were out of clear view, getting blocked out by a herd of rushing by freshmen. The tall girl let out a slight sigh as she turned her head frontward, absently tugging the sagging knapsack strung over her left shoulder higher.

What on Earth was wrong with Hermione and Ron? Ignoring each other, giving the cold shoulder, it was so unlike them. It was so unlike a couple. She knew they must have obviously gotten into an argument or something…perhaps was the reason why Hermione was so odd the prior night?

Though they seemed completely fine yesterday…actually, come to think of it…lunch and supper was relatively quiet. Ron spoke solely to Harry and she, Hermione just the same. Not to mention the fact that there was a massive gap between them, enough to see clear across the room to the Slytherin's table.

Her thoughts were snapped awake as she was suddenly enveloped by a very sweet, musky scent. It was so strong and so alluring, so virile. She couldn't quite discern what the aroma was per say, just that it was so comforting, so safe, all so uniquely…

Her heart bottomed out as she discovered who it was exuding from. No matter how warm and damn GOOD it smelt, she would not enjoy it an iota. Not one bit.

"What's the matter with you, Kino?" he finally spat, glaring down at her with chillingly ice cold blue eyes.

It was then that Makoto realized she had been standing in the middle of the bustling hallways, trying to discern what his scent really was. She flustered for a bit before scowling, turning her heel and continuing her long trek to history class.

"Don't walk away from me when I ask a question, woman." He barked after her, prowling behind her with a darker-then-sin glower.

The seventeen-year-old Gryffindor froze in mid step and spun about instantly, pinning the platinum-haired boy-man with a lethal glare, daggers shooting from her eyes.

"EXCUSE YOU? Who the HELL do you think you're speaking to?" she roared with fierce heat, hurling her knapsack aimed for his head.

And the several students who scurried by cast a fleeting look to the arguing pair, watching as Draco skillfully dodged the oncoming assault to his perfectly kept head. They would've loved to stay but their four minute break between classes was running short and they definitely did not want to serve detention so early in the year.

"Who am I? WHO AM I? I AM Draco Lucius Malfoy, little girl. And don't you EVER think of throwing this piece of shit at me again." He snarled back with eyes narrowed into dangerous slits, his own five-hundred dollar leather bag tumbling down to the wooden flooring.

She nearly doubled back in astonishment, jaw going lax and mouth gapping open. The damned nerve! Unmitigated fury coursed through her veins, the smug shadow in his eyes fueling the rage.

Woman?

LITTLE GIRL?

Oh she'll show him LITTLE GIRL, she'll SHOW this son of a bitch who he's fucking with!

But before she could, the late bell rang out the now empty hallways signaling to any unfortunate soul that they were indeed tardy for class. The two teens blanched with a start as the quickly swiped their fallen bags off the floor and made a mad dash for the room.

"This is YOUR FAULT Kino!" Draco snarls as he tears down the hallway, scowl deadly enough to make even Voldermont quake in his boots.

"MY fault! You were the one who side-tracked me with your bitching!" Makoto snaps back, sprinting alongside her hated counterpart.

"And YOU'RE THE BITCH!"

And they argued the entire way; searing insults and taunting competition echoing down the marble halls.

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A little more exciting, some Mako Draco action happening up. Sure, it's negative…but some Mako and Draco action nonetheless.

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