She's MINE

…& I will never be able to eat an apple the same way again…

-:-

"Even you, Kino."

Makoto swallowed thickly under the intense scrutiny, large green eyes peering back at him with narrowed slits. He seemed unaffected by her motions, simply peering back at her with his ever-cool air and his eyes, GOD his eyes…

And he moves in even CLOSER, face hovering a mere inch or so over hers, slow rhythmic breathes searing her lips and it tingles, burns, but damn her if she didn't want more.

"Right?" he whispers in a barely audible tone, keeping hold of their gaze through heavy lidded eyes and it was now that she had established why them Gryffindor girls were so hyped about this.

"Our wedding s-song."

The sound of the wall opening forced the two teens to jerk apart, the auburn-haired girl releasing a loud sigh of relief. She was still trembling from…from before and she could feel her face a flame and with a dying passion she tried her best to tell herself it was from ANGER, out right ANGER that he'd even try such liberties with her, invade her space like that…

…even though it definitely wasn't.

"Draco!" A familiar husky-toned voice cries and almost instantly, Makoto groans with dreading displeasure.

Her bright green eyes peer up to see no other then Pansy Parkinson, a tiny slip of a girl with limp jet-black hair to her shoulders and coal-colored eyes to match, nearing them wide a wide grin. Her grin faltered though when they snagged onto the Gryffindor at his side, a glint of repulsion coming to her dark eyes.

Makoto sneered at that, the awkwardness from before fading to give way for intense fire-hot dislike. It was no secret to the amount of abhorrence the two females shared for it was shown quite frequently, from searing squabbles to hexes during class.

See, the dark-haired Slytherin was indefinitely ten times worse then Malfoy since her annoying infatuation with the said boy. She often questioned Makoto's constant fighting with him, accusing her of trying to take her away from him.

"What is she doing here?" Pansy spout in a highly disgusted tone, eyes glaring down at the seated Gryffindor, shooting imaginary holes through her head.

But before Draco could respond, Makoto shot up to her feet and hovered a vastly displeased visage over the shorter girl's, brow quirked.

"Have you forgotten, Parkinson?" she questions in a sugary sweet tone, swiping the folder up off the table near them.

"I'm his wife."

And the tall brunette swiftly shoved the file cover into her face, lips twisting into a wide, all knowing kind of smirk. She knew this angered the dark-haired female greatly, which is precisely why she stated it so often in her presence.

So maybe there were some perks being bound to this bumbling fool.

With vast amusement twinkling in her bright jade depths, Makoto watched as the little Slytherin writhed beneath her glare, flustered and complete upended. Pansy continued to fluster before releasing a highly annoyed sound hind the back of her throat, tiny fists curled tightly at her sides.

"Go to hell." She finally retorted in a deadly whisper only audible to the other female and solely her.

And with that, the Slytherin slipped away from the tall brunette's twinkling gaze, plopping herself into the vacant spot next to Draco. A bit TOO close for Makoto's liking…

"How you holdin' up?"

The auburn-haired girl blinks dumbly and turns away from the chatting green ones, curious eyes snagging onto a familiar red-head.

"Oh, Ron! You're Parkinson's hubby, aren't you?" she questions in a surprised tone, turning about fully to face her brighter-haired companion.

"Unfortunately," he grumbled with a frown, absently shoving his shaggy flaming mane behind his ears.

The seventeen-year-old let out a half-hearted chuckle at that, reaching over and ruffling up the thick stuff.

"Seems like you needa hair-cut, Ronniekins." She remarks with a grin, gently tugging a hank of his soft tresses.

He chuckles and swats away her hands away from his person, raking his fingers through his scalp to get it at least half decent for public viewing. And neither Gryffindor noticed the pair of narrowed ice-colored eyes that watched them from the distance.

Gaze falling a little, Makoto gulps heavily with uncertainty. The awkwardness between he and Hermione had only escalated as time passed and it was wracking her mind to know why. It pained her so to see two of her dearest friends in so much turmoil and even though they tried desperately to shield it from she and Harry, they knew. Everyone knew, could tell.

"H-hey Ron?"

"Hmm?" he murmured, peering up at her wide curious eyes.

And that caused the girl to pause for a moment, debating the idea in her mind. Just what business was it of hers? She had no right to invade their private matters whatsoever. But as a friend, a friend of both of them for seven years, it was just natural to be concerned.

"You and Hermione have been a little…weird lately. Distant." She started slowly, chewing at her lower lip with slight hesitancy of her next words.

"Is anything the matter?"

She watched as he tensed, calm expression twisting hard with dark displeasure, a glower forming about his lips. His head bowed forward at that, shaggy slightly curling bangs tumbling over his brow and shielding his face from perusal, expression indiscernible.

Then, he snapped back up, eyes glaring back at her.

"What'd she tell you?" he demanded in a sour tone, words coming out harsh and in a snap.

In the seven years of knowing him, spending summers at his house, some holidays as well…not once, ONCE did he ever snap at her. Not once. Then, she heard him sigh, eyes darkening with remorse.

"Hey, sorry…" he mumbled gently, rubbing the back of his neck in an uncomfortable motion, cheeks reddened slightly.

"It's okay," she was quick to assure softly, gaze downcast.

"But what's the deal with you and Herms? I mean, she hasn't been eating and doesn't even talk to us anymore."

The willowy male before her jerked back at that, eyes wide with disbelief.

"R-Really?"

"Yeah, really." She clarified with the familiar edge returning to her tone, head snapping up to blink curiously at him.

"And why wouldn't she be?" she started with a grin, nudging at his middle playfully.

"She hasn't been gettin her daily dose of Weasley lovin!"

The freckle-faced red-head blushed a deep scarlet at that, swatting away her offending hands.

Draco watched with vast interest as Makoto and little Weasley cavorted across the wood-floors of the Slytherin common room, laughing openly as they played a friendly game of cat and mouse. Hands flew about trying to land a tender spot on the other individual, bodies twisting with skillful grace and dodging the onslaught.

He sneered as something…something strong, possessive filled his being and raw primal male nature shown through. Even though he well knew that Weasley had been courting that mudblood Granger for years now and would never even fathom any other female besides she (WHY he didn't know), the mere fact he, or any thing that could even claim manhood was even THINKING of touching the devious little emerald-eyed minx made him see blood red.

She was HIS! And Draco wasn't the most generous man one would meet, nor one to share his things. But then again…she was never really his to begin with.

Malfoy scowled darkly at that, jaw setting firm as he pushed away the very strange, dangerously jealous rage gripping him. This was Kino, a Gryffindor, part of the so DAMNED wonderful Potter ring. No reason to be so…so demanding of her, so possessive of her. He shouldn't even be THINKING of her more then that; more then Kino, then a Gryffindor, then a member of Potter and co.

"Draco?"

The said boy jerked with a start, wide eyes blinking stupidly about himself as he regained his bearings. A pair of soft coal black-eyes peered down at him with vast concern, limp jet-black hair framing its sides.

"What Parkinson?" he demanded with a frown, brow screwing around into a dark glower of its own.

"It's supper time." Pansy informed with a blink, motioning towards the magical clock on the wall.

Draco glanced towards the direction she was gesturing at, eyes snagging onto the still playing around Kino and Weasley. His icy blue eyes narrowed suddenly, his temper pricked and nasty scowl pulling his lips. Time to separate them.

"Let's go." He huffed, shooting to his feet and smoothing out the wrinkles in his outer cloak and sweatshirt.

The filthy-rich teen strode forward, catching Makoto by her wrist and tugging her away from the red-head. She could do little more then release a faint squeak of surprise, glancing over her shoulder to a very stunned Ron and Pansy.

But Draco didn't care, far more concerned about getting his Makoto as far away from Weasley as possible.

-:-

Draco saw Pansy off with a fleeting wave as she was forced away from her beloved leader's side, grudgingly trailing after her red-haired spouse with a growl.

Makoto stared after the pair, beaming wide with grand satisfaction as Ron slowly neared Hermione, gently tapping her shoulder. She whirled around and from the looks of it, gasped in surprise, eyes flared. They murmured something to each other, then to their mates, before sidling off a little to a small ante-room near by.

She released a content sigh and turned her head frontward again, feeling proud and very accomplished.

"What you so happy about?" Came a rumbling snap at her side.

Her expression twisted from peaceful contentment to exasperated annoyance within seconds, fixing the fellow at her side with a narrowed glare.

"Why are you such a sour puss?" she shot back with a quirked brow, arms coming to cross over her chest in a stubborn manner.

"How in hell am I a sour puss?" he spout with a scowl, entering the dining hall and holding the door open for her, eyes glaring.

"Thank you and you just asked me why am I so happy. A person can be happy without reason, you pessimist." She answers in a matter-of-factly tone, stepping passed him into the Great Hall.

"Well I was simply questioning if there was more to it, don't assume." The platinum-haired power house retorts haughtily, sauntering after her and allowing the door to shut closed.

And finally the tall girl was left wordless, no snapping comeback whatsoever coming to mind. Malfoy followed after her as they neared her relatively empty table, waiting for her comeback. Her five-second comeback rate was quickly surpassed, leaving the boy blinking after her with curious eyes.

"Dear heavens, has Kino finally stopped talking?" he teased with a grin, carefully placing his knapsack under the table before taking his seat.

"You are seriously trying our alliance, Malferret." She snapped hotly, one by one sliding her long long legs over the long bench seats and under the table.

"Yeah, yeah whatever. Just get my food." He muttered with a slight yawn, propping his chin bored onto a curled fist.

Theodore hadn't arrived, apparently because Weasley and Granger had to talk or something. How bloody wonderful. He'd have to bear sitting at the atrocious Gryffindor table alone for a while. The discreet glares were not missed on him, which he simply responded with a glare of his own. And that promptly ended them, blasted Gryffindors.

Just because they have POTTER they think they're better then everyone else. Well when he isn't around, they aren't so great are they? Pfft…

"Are you eating or not?"

He blinked and felt his eyes widen, a plate piled high with food hovering a few inches from his face. His icy-blue eyes glanced away from the scrumptious little morsels and onto the scrumptious little morsel sitting next to him.

The filthy rich seventeen-year-old was completely awestruck, reveling at her ravishing beauty when riled. The faint hint of crimson that sprouted out beautifully onto the high-line of her cheeks, her petulant temper coming to play in her eyes, flickering strong and stubborn in them emerald pools.

Makoto felt slight uneasiness twist from the pit of her belly, that familiar uncertainty from prior.

He's just staring at her, not with a twisted scowl or brooding brow…just staring and how can he not notice her hammering heart, vibrating throughout her entire being, her breaths shortened cause for some reason all the air had been sucks out from her lungs and her mouth completely bone dry, just HOW CAN HE NOT NOTICE…!

Suddenly, he reaches out and snatches the plate out of her hold, settling it down in front of him. The devastatingly good-looking teen peers down at his plate, sneering slightly with displeasure. The food at Hogwarts was made by the top goblins and chefs, no question about the taste and quality of the stuff.

So with disappointed eyes, Makoto watched as he reached over and snatched an apple out from the fruit basket just in front of them. Why did it hurt, the fact he didn't eat the food she had chosen? Why did a corner of her heart suddenly twinge at the sight, failure and regret mixed in? Quite frankly, why in bloody hell did she care?

With his left cheek cradled lazily in his open-palmed hand, Draco releases a bored sigh before carefully take a bite out of the alabaster-skinned fruit. It was sweet as he had expected; the slight tang in the after taste pleasant enough, not at all too overpowering. He quickly took another bite soon after, the juices of the succulent little thing slid past his lips and quickly down the apple itself.

The brunette at his side gulped heavily at his motions, eyes unable and unwilling to leave the tantalizing show. Narrowed green irises watched with great interest as his lips continued to brush against the light yellowish flesh, teeth bearing, sinking in deep, deep...

Then, dribbles of the juices ooze past the fiery hot, moist confinements of his mouth and drip down the fruit. With a deft twist of his tongue, he catches the drop before it can fall, tongue flicking almost teasingly across the thin reddish-yellow skin.

And thoughts are swirling, horribly bad thoughts, utterly displaced thoughts…so dreadfully pleasant thoughts, thoughts of what else that skilful little boy could do with his tongue…and just stop, stop, STOP. Wrong, bad, completely sacrilegious every synonym for the such.

The light-haired Slytherin runs his tongue over the expanse of his lower lip, snagging hold of the lingering juices of the apple in his hands. A gentle whimper snags the boy's attention instantly, eyes shifting away from the fruit and to his pseudo wife.

Much to his surprise, the surprisingly scarlet-faced girl is peering back at him with wide, rounded eyes. His brow furrows with perplexed wonder, still absently licking away the remains of the nectar about the corner of his mouth. And he notes that almost instantly her pretty green eyes narrow into tiny slits, jaw falling open.

And he grins wide at that, a devious idea coming to mind.

"What's samatter, Kino?" he questions innocently, wicked grin well hidden as he took another bite.

His movements were slower with vast purpose, lips languidly dragging across the pale yellow tinted flesh, steely blue eyes peering back at her with a dark glint. Her eyes seemed to widen even more at the movement, face and throat burning painfully hot now.

She flustered for a moment, a faint whimper managing her throat before turning away completely.

"N-No, I'm just f-fine." Makoto finally managed to blurt, sitting perfectly postured in her chair and staring straight ahead at the empty spot where Hermione was supposed to be.

The artful boy-man fought the urge to chuckle at that, sliding dangerously closer to the upended female. Her already rigid frame tensed up even further, trying desperately and feebly to ignore the burning sensation at the bone of her hip, where his was pressed hard against.

Amused eyes watched as the auburn-haired seventeen-year-old wrenched back with a trembling hand, twisting about to pin him with a wide-eyed stare. There was a stretch of time where the two teens merely stared at each other, the treacherous fire burning in her large eyes causing Malfoy's breath to still in his throat.

Her yearning attraction to him at the current moment was undeniable, her eyes giving her away. But she continued to fight it with strong stubborn determination, her slightly confused vulnerable look twisting into a hard, tightened one. Her brow grew stern, lips a frown but she could never shield him from her eyes, oh her eyes…

"Makoto!"

A head of auburn curls snapped up at the voice, expression that of a child caught doing something wrong. It was Hermione who had called for her, approaching fast with Theodore rounding behind her and beaming her 100 mega-watt smile.

She was definitely happier, the dark shadow that had been sagging her down the past day or so seemingly gone. Ron had talked things out with her, the brunette surmised, forgetting the odd position she had found herself in just a scant moments prior.

"You sure seem happy, Herms." The girl commented with a smile, swiping her golden goblet off the table.

"Oh I am!" she chirped enthusiastically, spooning Theodore's plate hefty with morsels.

Makoto chuckled whole-heartedly at that as the ginger-haired genius began to fall into a rattling explanation as to why she was so happy. The emerald-eyed little vixen only gave half an ear to her companion, though not intentionally.

As much as she tried to fight it, that tingling sensation where her hip met Draco's was just too hard to ignore. Even though the table, in fact all four tables were filled to the brim with its students, the platinum-haired Slytherin didn't make a move to back away. And he appeared completely unaffected by their intimate contact, his attention instead focused on his Slytherin companion opposite him.

"So," Hermione suddenly murmured, sliding her fork full of blue-cheese dressing drenched salad into her waiting mouth.

"How was detention?" she says while absently twirling her fork on the plate beneath her, glancing at Draco pointedly.

Warm brown eyes watched as Makoto tensed at the question, gaze falling aside a little and a light pink sprout on her cheeks. But she was quick to recover, whatever awkwardness from before fading as fast as it had came.

"It was…," she seemed to trail, that blush across her face darkening considerably.

"Good. It was good."

The umber-haired genius frowned slightly, face wrought with curious bewilderment. Something…something was awry and that sent warning bells jingling in the back of her mind.

And she didn't like it, not one bit.

-:-

This chapter was so-so…especially considering the amount of time I took writing it. Eh… I needa start finishing up chapter seven of A Dragon's Servant. Haha, I only have 2 pages done.

Review please.