Wedding Preparation…sort of

The designs of Slytherin common room isn't going to be exactly as they are in the book, nor movie…so sorry (insert pouty apologetic face). Other then that, enjoy!

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So several moments later, the two intended strolled leisurely down the pathway, side by side in utter silence. Whatever comfortable ease they had found in detention had abruptly faded and now the teens were helpless as to what to do now.

Dinner wasn't due for another hour or so, and they had to spend that hour together, willingly or not. Even as they walked, they saw many forced couples pass by; some happy, some sad. But either way, they all seemed to be holding up much more of a lively conversation then they were. And then the silence was broken.

"What do you want to do now?" Draco murmured with a slight frown, hands shoved in his pocket and head turned away, unable to meet her gaze.

Makoto blinked at that, tilting her head aside to fix him with a puzzled stare. Truth be told, she didn't know what in bloody hell to do now. They couldn't possibly sit out the hour…and then a dreadful idea came to mind, face reddening at the thought.

They could…well; they could discuss their plans for the wedding. It was due in a couple of weeks…she gulped heavily at that, glancing down at the pendant slung around her neck. The cool green jade laid limp against her chest, chilling her warm flesh of her beating heart, beating fast and hard because…because…it couldn't be because…

"Draco…" the auburn-haired girl whispers softly, eyes daring to peer up at him, at his eyes…she was always a sucker for beautiful eyes.

"Hmm?" he mumbled absently, still glancing opposite away from her, up at the intricately designed dome like ceilings.

"We…we could, uhm…" she fumbles for words, silently asking herself why her face is burning or the fact part of her wishes those beautiful blue eyes would look at her, just once, glare even, just at HER…

"Get on with it, Kino."

She swallows thickly at that, shaking aside whatever in Lucifer's name had taken over her. Since when did the idea of Malfoy glaring at her seem like such a lovely prospect? Perhaps she had taken in too many fumes from Snape's potions class…perhaps she did, cause that's the only liable explanation for all this.

...well only liable explanation that she would accept…

"We could prepare for our wedding." She says in a scandalous whisper, turning away herself in a feeble attempt at hiding her flaming cheeks.

He tenses at the words and stops in mid-step all together with his hands still jammed into his pockets and eyes perfectly rounded.

And the seventeen-year-old brunette felt like it was her first year yet again, when she first snagged onto her tender first love Oliver Wood. Just how she couldn't seem to be charmingly coy like Noelle or perhaps witty and demure like Hermione.

She was and still is that awkward tomboy who could probably teach one how to do a roundhouse kick better then make-up application.

"I guess so." Came his ever-cool reply, mobile again and seemingly indifferent from the touchy subject.

"Your common room or mine?"

Makoto flusters and tries so hard to fight of the blush blossoming her cheeks, wondering why why WHY she is in the god damn first place. She swallows then answers.

"Whichevers closer."

He nods at that and guides her down the stairs that lead to the sub-levels, finishing the last leg of the trek in familiar silence. They pass through the poorly lit sublevels of Hogwarts where the dungeons and entrance to the Slytherin common room is located.

It was meticulously carved grottoes to put it simply, vast in space and pleasantly cooler then it was in the main castle. Granted yes; it was dark, murky and slightly creepy by very cool. Then, they came to a stop in front of a plain stone wall, not even a gargoyle statuette adoring the stone slab.

"Pure-blood." Malfoy utters, the click of a door opening soon following before the wall slowly wafted open.

"THAT'S Slytherin's password?" Makoto questions in a faintly amused tone, fine brows lifting with surprise.

But yet, come to think about it…it isn't SO surprising.

The male at her side scoffs and blusters under his breath, snatching the stubborn girl by the wrist and yanking her into the room before the wall shuts.

"Yes, THAT is our password." He replies with a sneer, mocking her emphasis on words.

While the capricious little brunette would have snapped him for such a move, she was far more occupied with spacious, though slightly low-ceilinged room before her.

Several fine redwood bookshelves edged the grey stone walls; filled with spell books, knick-knacks, gleaming gold goblets and other gold dining wear. Ugly serpent statuettes lined the cold grey walls; medium sized jade green spheres clenched snugly in their razor sharp teeth, emitting the soft ghastly green light of the room. Rich satin cloths of deep forest green and almost sparkling silver grey draped the walls in grand festoons from the snake lights.

And that was only the walls!

Several black leather sofas scattered the large wood floor, along with a green-cushioned backless divan, a coffee table made of gleaming black marble, and to top it off a plush Persian rug smack in the center.

She hadn't expected their common room to be so...beautiful, so amazingly beautiful in its own dark sort of way. Some plain looking room with wooden chairs and a table is what she had envisioned, something ugly just like its owners.

"Are you just going to stand there or are we gonna prepare for the wedding?" Draco snapped somewhat irritably, fixing the girl with a vexed glare.

Makoto jerked then blinked, glancing about herself. Her male counterpart had long since left her side and was far across the room, seated on a leather sofa nearest the coffee table. Then she frowned.

"What happened to our ALLIANCE, Malfoy. I do believe stop being a prat is involved." She shot back scathingly, striding over to the sofa and carefully plopping herself down next to him.

The Slytherin powerhouse only rolled his eyes, head shaking as he tossed his leather satchel carelessly onto the table. He sifted through the bag, cursing slightly under his breath.

"I believe THIS is what you're looking for, Draco." She sneers with a sarcastic tone, setting a yellow file folder onto the fine marble top, the cover reading MR. & MRS. MALFOY FILE in big, bold black lettering.

The platinum-haired seventeen-year-old only sneers at that, swiping the folder off the table in a fast motion. He pours over its contents, absently clicking his tongue between his teeth in a little tune.

"You have a white dress right?" he questions off-handedly, still skimming the papers.

Makoto swallows and shakes her head with pink cheeks, tail of curls swishing about her as she did.

"I didn't bring a dress." She announced quietly, ghost-white knuckles clenching even harder at the hem of her skirt.

Seventeen and she was still in her skirt-denial phase, even though she wore one everyday.

"I never do. The uniform is the only skirt I have with me."

She heard Draco sigh somewhat tiredly before shutting the folder, sliding it back onto the table before them.

"Then we're gonna have to head to Hogsmeade sometime during this week." He remarks in a slightly disgruntled tone, hunched over with his head cradled between his hands.

Almost instantly, her head snaps up with surprise clearly evident in her face, blinking incredulously at him with wide eyes.

"W-With you!"

"We have no choice!" he shot back with a growl, whirling around to face her with a sour glare. "If you do not recall, in the words of McGonagall 'we will be spending every waking hour with each other."

And Makoto fights the urge to laugh at his mocking of her own House Head, biting down painfully hard at her lower lip with the effort. But her urge to laugh quickly subsided as she watched the male opposite her carefully pluck his very expensive looking black leather wallet (the intricate Malfoy emblem etched on either side in fine green and silver thread) out from his back pocket.

"What are you doing?" she questioned with a curious tone, sliding a bit closer to get a better look.

"I'm checking if I have enough money to buy you your blasted dress." He grumbled sourly in turn, sifting through the pockets of his wallet.

Her delicate features puckered with vast befuddlement, unsure if she was supposed to take this motion as an act of kindness or offense…

"72 Galleons should be enough to get you a decent gown for the wedding." He sneers and shuts his wallet, slipping it back into his hind pocket.

"You don't need to pay for my--"

"Oh but I do," he interrupts with a slight scowl, flipping the folder back open and shoving a paper into her face.

"As husband, I am required to at least pay for half of it."

Makoto releases a sigh of relief…and disappointment. Disappointment…? She shakes her head at that, frowning slightly. There is NO reason to be disappointed; there should be no expectations for him to purchase the gown. None at all.

"Oh…" she murmurs gently, forcing a thin smile. "Thanks."

He scoffs and places the papers back into the folder, before settling back into his seat with a sigh. Slender, bony fingers reach up and rake through a white-blonde mane of feather-soft hair lest there be a hair out of place! And then, he turns to pin her with a lazy glare.

"What next?"

The female Gryffindor blinks then releases a sigh of her own, shrugging helplessly. She hunches over and swipes the papers off the desk, fingering through them with a sharp eye. The brunette was definitely not in the mood for anything long and meticulous, just something they could do right now without too much thinking involved.

"Our wedding song." She states with a satisfied grin, picking the particular paper out from the bunch.

And his jaw falls open in surprise, eyes wide and round with disbelief. He had to DANCE with her? What in HELL? WHY? He is not holding a…a…a MUGGLE in his arms. Oh freaking hell no. Granted yes, he was married to her but no TOUCHING had to be involved.

"I have to dance with YOU?" he snarls loudly with anger in his tone, jerking up from his settlement in the cushions of the sofa.

'Even though it would be highly pleasant having her lush curves pressed up against your frame, her scent enveloping you, that sweet SWEET scent. And with her arms wrapped snugly about your throat, she'll peer up at you, with those sparkling emeralds that were her eyes…'

"Oh right, I've been DREAMING of this since forever, Malfoy. You were exactly the type of man I envisioned myself dancing with at my wedding." Makoto drawls with sarcasm spread thick across her words, eyes rolling with exasperation.

Draco scowls but shrugs it off, settling back to the sofa with his hands clasped behind his head.

"I know, but that's beside the point."

Her face burns with a painful blush, though over anger more so then embarrassment. And unbeknownst to her, he grins at that, eyes twinkling mischievously.

"Well, there's a list of suggested songs we can choose from or we can decide on one ourselves." Makoto suddenly informs, chewing her lower lip as she skimmed the choices.

"Ugh, give me that." He growls and yanks the paper out of her hands, pouring over the list without the slightest sign of contrite.

Makoto gasped and whirled around to pin the boy with wide, shocked eyes. THE DAMNED NERVE! He was trying their little alliance good and well and if he continued acting the way he is…well let's just say, the Holy wars will be reenacted, swift and fast.

"Listen here Malferret, apparently you've forgotten the peace agreement we formed in detention, perhaps you have short term memory loss or something. Either way, tell me now if you still wanna keep it on cause if not, I have no problem whatsoever going back to our old ways." She announced hotly, crossing her arms tight under over her chest with an annoyed sneer.

He didn't respond however, drowning out her little diatribe with practiced ease. His attentions were instead focused on the list before him, half appalled by the horrid choices he had been given. After a moment, holding back the urge to shudder with disgust, the Slytherin handed back the paper to his wife.

"There's nothing good on there." He stated dryly, settling back into his seat and propping a foot onto the near by table.

"Though Beauty and the Beast seems best fitting for our predicament."

Makoto blinked then scowled, snatching the paper out of his waiting hands. She neatly slipped the thing back into the folder, adjusting it back into a perfect stack before closing it shut.

"But Malferret," she smirks, settling into the cushions right next to him, legs crossed and arms over chest.

"We don't need a song to know you're a beast."

"Indeed, everyone knows I'm a sexy beast." He shoots with a smirk, suddenly tilting his head aside and leaning in close.

The hot air exhaling from his nostrils and slightly parted mouth puffs out onto her throat and right cheek, searing the flesh. And he's too close, too close, TOO CLOSE…

The auburn-haired Gryffindor swallows thickly at his motion, slowly and with vast uncertainty, tilting her head aside to peer back at him. Chilling blue eyes, deepened to a lazy misty powder blue, pierce through her, through her very SOUL…

"Even you, Kino." He whispers, the corner of his mouth upturned into a one-sided smirk.

Generally, she would've responded with a yell, snap, a jerk away with a repulsed look. Generally, she would've at least done SOMETHING. Generally.

But this wasn't generally and she couldn't move if Merlin and Voldermont demanded her so cause all the senses controlling her functioning abilities had gone haywire and her beating heart deafened her ears.

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slightly shorter then the rest, yes…but I figure it's best to end it here. ;) Yes, call me a cruel bitch. But I love it. I do so :D

Oh & here's an explanation of the currency (MONEY FOR YOU BUFFOONS jk) of Harry Potter:

- 1 Galleon is about, £5.12 (pounds)
- 1 Sickle is worth slightly more than 30 pennies (at least in Canada &US)

- 1 Knut is slightly worth more then 1 penny

But don't hold me to key on this, just some stuff my HP obsessive companion had given me. So it should be pretty accurate, but then again, this is HP currency, so in the end it's totally pointless. :P

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