No Funny Business
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Supper hour for Hogwarts School was winding to a close, several students taking early leave and heading back to their dormitories.
Makoto however was holed up alone in the chambers she shared with Noelle, Herms, and Pavarti; fully bathed and changed into her pajamas. The tall brunette firmly ignored the grumbling calls from her empty belly, too deep in a maelstrom of emotion to care.
She sat on her bed as she absently towel dried her damp hair, one leg tucked beneath her while the other absently swung back and fro at the side. There was no literal effort, just moving her had back and forth against her scalp as she gazed unseeingly at the empty space before her, thoughts drifting.
In a short span of four days, her mental sanity had been tried and pushed to its barest limits.
Why was it that every blasted morning she took a little bit longer then usually to make sure she looked a bit more presentable then usual? How about why exactly did her heart rate increase a tenfold when she neared a certain platinum-haired fellow? Or maybe why she found her eternal damnation to being attached to the said platinum-haired fellow's side for the entire school year really…pleasant?
And perhaps just why in bloody hell did she suddenly found taking on the title as Mrs. Draco Lucius Malfoy so damned alluring?
Cause it damn shouldn't, not even the slightest iota. There were plenty of reasons why it shouldn't, enough that the entire world's supply of paper wouldn't be enough to accommodate if she were to list.
He was a complete and utter jerk, for example. An inconsiderate good-for-nothing egotistical ass who's probably hasn't earned any real thing in his entire seventeen years of life. The boy held no morals, held no goals aside from making everyone's life shit, and all for his amusement too.
'—at least that's what you see until you get to know him, gain his trust. Then you see that he has more layers then an onion and it takes a helluva a lot for him to even let you began to reach the surface. Just like you cause he's just as afraid of rejection and hurt too and that perhaps Makoto, is why you lo--'
The brush in her hands fall quietly to the bed, bouncing faintly on landing. A well-manicured hand remained clamped tightly over her mouth, eyes flared as she fought against the lingering words of her mind.
She hadn't just said…had she?
Face paled, she shook her head, unbound curls swishing about her as she did. She hadn't…but it didn't mean that it wasn't true.
It just meant that she'd never admit it.
"Makoto!"
The auburn-haired girl jerked back in an instant, glancing up with a stunned look at her doorway. Her roommates were all gathered at the entrance, understandably concerned expression wrought across their faces.
"You weren't at dinner." Pavarti remarked from the back, pushed on her tippy-toes to look past the much taller females.
"We were worried as hell." Noelle added soon after, scowling slightly with her arms crossed on her chest.
"Did you and Malfoy get caught in the rain?" Hermione followed in a much more calm tone, brow puckered and blinking curiously at the other brunette's direction.
Makoto visibly winced at the last inquiry, but quickly masked it, instead lifting her hands in mercy from the onslaught.
"Calm down guys, I just wasn't all that hungry after walking in the rain." She half-fibbed, forcing a tight smile in hopes of getting her worried friends to back off. It wasn't as if she didn't appreciate their general concern, but she just wanted some time alone to think…
The trio of females exchanged leery, uncertain looks which only caused the tall female seated on the bed to force her feigning smile wider. Her smile just didn't seem so genuine…
"Wanna see the gown I got?" she asked a moment later in a last ditch effort, brows lifting in question.
This resulted in a chorus of excited squeals of joy, the girls practically jumping from their seats and onto the four-poster bed in the center of the room. Makoto sighed wearily and bent over, snatching the bag up off the floor at the foot of her bed.
Her roommates released another fit of giddy giggles as the expensive-looking bag was set down in front of them. The tall brunette carefully parted the wrapping shield within the knapsack, paper crinkling as she did, before extruding her hands out a moment later.
Hands were forced to cover gapping mouths as jaws came falling open in sheer shock, the ring of girls releasing surprised gasps. There was a moment of dead-silence, just sitting there and allowing themselves to watch as the gown was pulled out completely from the bag. Pavarti was the first to recover.
"It's FABULOUS!" she exclaimed loudly, taking the tiny slip of silk and satin from the other girl's hands.
Makoto watched on with a somewhat sad smile as her three friends began to rattle on about their own dresses, absently rubbing their fingers against her own. Despite their mates, they all seemed more then excited for their upcoming 'weddings.'
It was a girl thing, she supposed silently to herself, shaking her head slightly with a disbelieving air, smile tugging her lips.
"…man, if I knew Malfoy was this generous, I'd be his freakin best friend!" the Indian beauty exclaimed loudly, shameless grin across her face.
"Par!" Hermione and Noelle cried in unison, tone scandalous.
The dark-skinned female only shrugged them off, tilting her head slightly to fix Makoto with a wry smirk.
"You're one lucky girl Mako."
The auburn-haired girl blinked stunned at that, taken aback slightly at her words, before smiling slightly, cheeks blushing.
"Yeah…I really am."
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Sometime around midnight, Makoto lay restless in her bed, glaring hard at the gauzy canopy above her. She hadn't been able to sleep at all and she had a damned Herbology test tomorrow. Or was it today?
She sighed exasperatedly, shaking her head as she jerked her covers away and forced herself into a sitting position. Her mind was unsettled and unwilling to rest into slumber, plagued with…with…plagued with him.
That heart-wrenching look of shock, pain, rejection and humiliation that flashed across his delicately handsome features kept replaying in her mind, over and over, slabs of guilt piling layer atop layer…
…along with a little tweak of regret mixed in.
It was quite blatant to her now…well always, just never willing to accept…that she was semi-attracted to him. And he was too, yet she…she turned away? That flip of her cheek must've been so much more to him, turning him away physically and emotionally…dear heavens, how could she?
Her eyes practically watered up right that damn instant, feeling like a complete motherfucking IDIOT! She had to tell him sorry, so so so sorry…tell him she felt for him too, tell him…tell him everything!
With a slight growl, the auburn-haired Gryffindor practically leapt from her bed, shoving her feet carelessly into a pair of near by slippers. She hurriedly brushed her hair into a quick pony-tail, giving herself a quick look-over in her vanity before swerving away.
Standing just outside the door, she quickly doubled back, snatching her wand off the vanity dresser and Draco's jacket off the hanger before hurrying back out. Mindful of her slumbering companions, the tall girl quietly but swiftly made her way down the stairs and out of the dormitory.
It was pitch dark, the flickering embers of the fireplace lighting the common room, highlighting some places and enshrouding others. Common sense screamed for her to turn back, in a voice that sounded quite like Hermione's, telling her that it could very wait till morn. But her heart said other wise.
Jaw setting in firm determination, the seventeen-year-old silently made her way out of the safety of her tower and out into the dark, empty hallways of Hogwarts. She made her way past several corridors, through ever-rotating staircases and past the main hall without so much as a whisper to reveal her presence.
Just as she began to near the entrance to the sublevels and dungeons of the school, a familiar meow rang the air. Her heart practically stopped right there.
Filch and Mrs. Norris!
How could she forget? Oh dear heavens, she was gonna caught wasn't she? God this meant detention for sure, a fifty point deduction…
…she never got to tell Malfoy how she felt.
Her short life past whizzed past her eyes in an instant, now engulfed by painful remorse, hating herself for not listening to her heart earlier, stupidly thinking that his house mattered cause it doesn't only the feelingfeelingfeeling—
The night-watcher and his faithful animal companion passed by without so much as giving her a second glance, Filch whispering on about how he just wanted to go sleep. The small kitty purred back in response.
…what in hell?
Large green eyes watched on as the odd pair disappeared into the large doors that lead to the Great Hall, their soft whispers wafting across the dead-silent recesses. She blinked twice, completely flabbergasted at what had just happened.
But she only gave a moment's time to contemplate the miraculous event of pure luck that had befallen her, turning her heel and slipping deeper into the shadows of the dungeons.
Cold slabs of stone and mud comprised the floors she walked on, along with the ceiling and walls as well. It was understandably cold, a draft from some unknown place floating by and chilling her thin pajamas.
She shivered slightly, holding her goose-bumped arms to herself in hopes of warming them. She should've known to at least bring her robe, being as she only wore a sleeveless white shirt and a pair of pink shorts, fuzzy pink slippers on her feet.
The tall brunette came to a sudden stop, standing before a large blank stone wall with a cold grey stone sconce atop, a flaming torch within. She took an uncertain gulp, realizing the sheer danger she had planted herself in. A Gryffindor in enemy territory such as this, at this time of night…
Another gulp.
"Pure-blood." A voice warbled, hands clenching even tighter around the garment in her hands.
The slab wafted aside quietly, giving way for low-ceilinged Slytherin common room, which was alight with a ghastly green shade. It was thankfully vacant, though why anyone would be sitting about the common room at this hour wasn't comprehendible.
She only gave the room a moment's glance before running through it and to the pair of staircases that rounded off the room, pausing a moment to gather her breath.
After a moment and managing to slow her erratic breathing, she quickly served to her left and hurried up the stairs. She wasn't exactly sure which chamber was his; she wasn't exactly sure if he'd even want to talk to her after the way she'd brushed him off so coldly, hell she wasn't sure what she'd even say…but she had to try.
She had too.
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Faint grunts of exasperated frustration echoed through the other then dead-silence of the Slytherin chamber housed by Vincent Crabbe, Draco Malfoy, Gregory Goyle and Theodore Notts. The latter of the group remained wide-awake despite the late hours, dressed in nothing but a pair of silk forest green boxers, his bright icy-blue eyes piercing through the darkness.
The seventeen-year-old sat up with his back leaning heavily against his oak wood headboard, one knee drawn to his chest, left arm coiled about it. His muscles were taut tight from remaining in the position he was in, screaming painfully for him to move.
But he hadn't. He hadn't moved in hours, ever since he got back from…from Hogsmeade.
He scowled darkly, a scowl dark enough to shake Death itself. He was so fucking stupid to think that…that a person like Makoto would even consider…
…consider someone like him.
Someone who's pestered the shit out of her and her closest friends for the past seven years. Someone who has hexed her and said closest friends all for sheer fun and vengeance. This was karma or something…realizing what one had after it's gone…even though it was never really his to begin with.
…where'd this sudden change of heart come from anyway? He'd despised her for more then half a decade—wait, wait…correction, despised her HOUSE and Potter for more then half a decade. He had never really given a chance to get to know her…though he had favored her more then the others, despite the fact it seemed other wise.
Just because he teased her a LITTLE more, went a LITTLE out of his way to run into her, took a LITTLE more then an absent glance during classes, noting fully that innocent-scratch in her low, sultry voice...
Draco wrenches out of bed, moving for the first time in hours and upending his black and green coverlets in the process. He grimaces faintly as his sore muscled painfully contort, legs shaking slightly from lack of movement.
The platinum-haired boy shuffles across the large marble floor of his personal bed section, the coldness of the stone jolting him awake. With one hand massaging the kinks from his left shoulder blade, the other began to clumsily fumble with the latches of his balcony.
Some fresh night-air should do him some good and then perhaps he could finally get some sleep.
After a struggling moment, his temper rising as the door latches seemed hell-bent on staying closed; the balcony doors finally went swinging open. Cool fall air gushed in, engulfing himself and chilling his bare slightly warm flesh.
It was magnificently beautiful, the deep sapphire blue sky perfectly clear and bedecked with shimmering diamond stars, the moon high and full. With such scenery, combined with the cool late-night early morning breeze wafting through, the tall Slytherin was left completely invigorated.
He was just about to step out onto the meticulously carved stone terrace when the sound of the door opening caught his ears. The filthy-rich boy glowered darkly, temper flicked.
'That damned Goyle.' He thought angrily, turning his heel and fully intending to berate the over-sized goof for intruding on him with out even knocking.
'At this time of night as well, what in bloody hell was he doing up--'
And it was right then that seventeen-year-old Draco Malfoy realized that, indeed, karma was a fucking bitch. Cause if she wasn't, she sure as HELL would not have presented him with…with…
The girl who had kept him up for the past seven-or-so hours, the very same girl who had thrown him into a swirling vortex of sheer unknown with a simple glance of her glittering green eyes and has thus caused the filthy-rich teen to under-go some serious mental, emotional, and personal reevaluation of exactly what was happening to him…stood right there in his damned doorway.
…her eyes were so bright, even in the darkness.
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And the sinfully attractive male that had thrown all her practical sense to the four winds stood wide-awake in all his topless glory. Shafts of milky white streamed down from the open terrace, bathing him completely in the pale and further emphasizing his almost sickly white complexion.
The willowy male wore nothing else besides a simple pair of deep forest green boxers, feet bare against the cold marble flooring. He was trim and lean, as expected, though with VERY surprising amounts of musculature cording through his narrow frame. There was a certain definition to his shoulders and along his back, faint but evident ridges running down the front of his torso.
"What in hell are you doing here, Kino?" he demanded in a dangerously calm but accusing tone, arms crossing over his chest and one fine white brow quirking.
Makoto visibly cringed at the harsh scratch in his tone, shrinking away slightly and her gaze falling aside some. She should expect him to be angry or hurt for what she had done, the way she had acted. The girl took a heavy gulp before speaking.
"I came to return your jacket." She answered in a tiny voice, uncertainty and slight fear all but evident.
"My jacket?" he questioned with surprise clearly on his face, brows lifted and slightly narrowed eyes widening.
She nodded in response with her head remaining bowed, too embarrassed and ashamed to even dare to look him in the eye.
"Here." Her arms jutted out instantly, his garment folded neatly in her hold.
There was a slight pause before she heard him heave a sigh, feet shifting.
"You can keep it."
Her head snapped up at that, eyes rounded and blinking incredulously against what she had heard.
"W-what?" she squeaked in a very shocked tone, glancing up at him questioningly.
His hand reached up to rub sheepishly at the back of his neck as he turned away slightly, cheeks burning with a soft pink blush.
"I said you can keep it." He murmured a bit louder, forcing himself to stare at the floor below him and not at the lovely display right there in front of him.
And all suspicious of whatever ethereal being that housed the big upstairs having some sort grudge against himself were all clarified. Cause if he, she, it didn't; they would not have put the single most beautiful, adorable, sweetest girl who could easily whoop his ass in 2.4 seconds standing in his doorway dressed in a deliciously short pair of shorts and a sleeveless white shirt, where the hardened tips of her breasts shown through quite easily.
Oh and the fact that he was stuck in his blasted boxers at one in the morning, in his bedroom…he gulped heavily. It was best that he get her out of here before he made a very big fool of himself, end up saying or doing something he'd regret.
"Well you better get back." He called loudly, a sickening feeling beginning to swirl his stomach, ignoring that screaming voice in the back of his mind to say other wise.
Makoto lingered for a moment, peering at him with a slightly surprised look on her face, as if expecting something. Then she heaved a heavy sigh, shoulders slouching slightly in surrender.
"Yeah. I suppose so." She murmured quietly, staring at him with a forlorn look of which went unnoticed.
"Good night then Draco." With that she turned her heel and exited his room, door wafting closed.
The platinum-haired teen gazed unseeingly at where the girl once stood, unsure of what he felt exactly, a jumble of emotions swirling through him. Sheer hurt, infuriation, despair, rejection, regret…
'What are you doing, Draco? Go on! Run after her boy!'
'SHE was the one who brushed you off; it's quite obvious she doesn't feel the same for--'
The door suddenly came swinging open, the familiar auburn-haired whirlwind marching in, his jacket falling carelessly at the doorway. His head snapped up, eyes widening with surprise at the fast approaching female. She had the oddest expression of sheer determination, dead-set on whatever it was she intended on accomplishing.
His mouth opened, to ask what on EARTH was the matter, but received a pair of soft warm lips ground across his. The Slytherin powerhouse could just stand there, eyes rounded to its limits as the spunky little bound of fluff continued to kiss him to oblivion, arms snaked around his neck and holding him firmly in place.
She continued to massage her lips over his, delicate little tongue probing fro and through his already parted lips, flicking across his own teasingly. He practically whimpered under the action, trying feebly to fight away the growing desire from his lower extremities. However, just as some sense to kiss back began to come to life, the devious little minx decided then to pull back, though arms remaining encircled his throat.
She peered up at him with sheer uncertainty, waiting for some sign of enjoyment, pleasure…just something good about what she had done. Something to reassure the fact that all those emotions she was feeling, all those signs she thought he was sending…were all true, mutual. His lips pursed.
"What was--" She moved up again, briefly brushing her lips across his and effectively shutting him up. Then she pulled back yet again.
"It was for earlier…" She whispered softly, face puckering slightly with remorse, gaze falling aside some.
"I never got to kiss you back. A-and for that I'm sorry, I didn't mean to turn away like that…it was on impulse or something, just so AWKWARD--" she pauses for a moment, head snapping up at him with wide-somewhat pained eyes.
"No-no, it's not YOU…well it is, I mean being a Gryffindor and YOU being a Slytherin it's just--"
And it was her turn to be shut up with a kiss as he bent slightly and pressed his lips across hers, words drowned away in his lips. She gave no struggle, only tilting her head slightly and returning the kiss, the hold around his neck tightening. He pulled away slightly, eyes fluttering open to gaze down at her.
Makoto's own eyes fluttered open no sooner as she felt his lips pull away, staring up at him with huge-eyes. He was just so CLOSE…his struggling breath further warming her already scorching face. Her lips pursed, mouth gone bone dry as she feebly scoured within herself for her voice.
But even before she could, the devastatingly handsome teen before her, who still had his arms around her waist, quirked a tiny grin.
"Ya know Kino," he mused aloud in a very amused tone, tiny grin spreading out into a full-blown smirk.
"You're pretty cute when you ramble on like that."
The auburn-haired seventeen-year-old wasn't sure as to if she should take his statement as a compliment or insult, feeling her cheeks burn anyway. She remained relatively still for a moment, debating heatedly in her mind on whether or not she should snap at him for his remark or smile.
It could be easily taken both ways anyway, though it was obvious he had meant it as a compliment. But did he? He was—
And suddenly whether or not she had just been insulted didn't seem so important any more. Being in Slytherin's male dormitories at night, though it was probably early morning by now, was more important.
"I better get going before we both get our asses in fire." She suddenly announced, managing to extrude herself from his hold, which took quite the amount of force by the by.
He pouted childishly at that, arms jutting out and pulling her back in.
"Staying a little longer wouldn't hurt." He reasoned stubbornly, expression plaintive and pleading.
"Come on spitfire, you've GOT to admit it's quite pleasant here."
Makoto only rolled her eyes exasperatedly as she shook her head in a delicate to his offer, gently breaking his grip and stepping away.
"I would LOVE to, but I have got to get some sleep for my Herbology test tomorrow." She replied wryly as she bent forward and swiped his fallen jacket up off the floor.
She didn't get all that far, standing just between the doorway before a familiar pair of arms circled her waist again, bringing her to an abrupt halt.
"Filch and that damned cat make usual runs every quarter past the hour," he informed mischievously from behind her, face partially hidden by her thick tresses, cheek presses against her cheek.
"They should be passing through the dungeons as we speak, so it'd be best if you do remain here." There was a pause before a soft almost whimpering, "Please?"
She sighed heavily, shoulders slouching forward in defeat. She tried to fight it, she really did…but there are just some things a girl could not ignore. Such as having a Malfoy cooing softly into your ear for you to stay with them in their arms for a while.
"I suppose I could stay," she murmured slowly, unsure of her own words as she turned around to face him fully.
She grinned and placed a quick kiss on the tip of his nose.
"But no funny business, buster."
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Alright, that ends this chapter. Mmmhmm…yeah. And the whole gown-showing scene sucked like a whore, I was just too flippin lazy to elaborate it. SO I hope Draco and Mako's scenes compensate for the such. :P
So…I guess you can review now, it's all the rage these days.