Good-morning, my love.
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Makoto released a loud, drawling yawn as she finally began to wake from her slumber, slowly blinking open her large-eyes. They stared up curiously at the canopy of forest green and black satin above her, taking notice of the pair of wonderfully warm arms that encircled her frame.
She smirked faintly to herself, remembering just how he managed to lure her to stay for a tad bit longer, minutes growing into hours all before she found herself snuggled safe and warm in his bed, in his arms.
She tilted her head up suddenly, glancing up at Draco's still-sleeping handsome face, feeling her own face heat up in a faint blush. They were so close now…entangled within each other, his blanket serving as a bind to hold them even tighter.
He looked so peaceful; unself-conscious of it all…the usual brooding expression that seemed to mar his soft features more often then it should, gone completely to give way for something much softer…more vulnerable.
The auburn-peaked female blinked slightly before wiggling even closer to her newly-established beau, pressing her open palms against his chest, flesh warming at the touch. She sighed slightly before fluttering her eyes closed to their own accord, tilting her head aside a little and pressing her ear up against his left bicep.
His heart beat strong against her ears, in a slow yet steady pace.
The entire left side of her face was beginning to tingle, palms burning in sensation…they were bound together so tight, so close…it was almost as if they were one.
And then her eyes snapped wide-open as she felt his muscles cord and twist with movement, practically wrenching back in surprise. He was quick to pull her back however, bringing the girl full-flush up against his bare chest yet again. He grinned down at her.
"Just what were you doing?" he questioned softly, voice slightly gruff from remnants of slumber but tone mischievous nonetheless.
"Nothing." Was her muffled answer, face buried into the safety of his chest and her face burning, though for a completely different reason.
She heard him chuckle, chest rumbling with the action and triggering the oddest sensation in very odd places. He only shook his head with an amused air as he tilted his head downward to glance at his slender little spitfire, fingers shifting aside the cascade of almost glittering chestnut waves away from her face and throat.
And Makoto almost shivered at that, feeling bare and cold without her veil of hair to protect her. Burning face so close to his heart…his beat was still so steady, hers wasn't quite.
His fingers were gentle as the traced zigzags and circles on the flesh of her neck, small smile growing wider and wider at the girl's involuntary twitches. The auburn-haired Gryffindor shuddered faintly at that, sparks of tingling jolts shooting out from her throat and leaving her enthused and excited all at once.
"You're ticklish, aren't you little spitfire?" he cooed teasingly into her ear, allowing his fingers to continue its small dance across her neck.
And she twitched, convulsed, twisted under each swipe of his calloused flesh against her much smoother one; fighting back the urge to laugh and all the while battling her burning cheeks. He continued on, vastly pleased and amused by her reaction, wanting nothing more but to waste his days doing this every morning.
Then she snapped, strained-to-remain calm expression exploding as her body wracked with wild laughter. Her lean frame twisted in the queen-sized four-poster bed, silk sheets swirling into a mess as she did. But Draco didn't care about the fact he'd have to re-set his bed sheets later on, far more preoccupied with keeping his little minx in unmitigated gales of laughter.
And before either of them knew it, they found themselves rolling off the side of the bed, sheets spilling with them and laughing the entire way. The pair only laughed harder when they made solid impact on the wood floor with Draco stretched out on his back, his tiny girlfriend sprawled atop him and the black and grey blanket entangling them both.
Makoto sighed some, finding herself in the very same position that got her in this mess, hands pressed against his chest, ear just the same. His heart was drumming wildly. So was hers. The brunette struggled for a moment, trying to regain her breath and unable to keep herself from smiling, feeling at a complete and utter contentment with the world.
Then she pulled herself up into a sitting position, straddling her Slytherin mate by the waist, peering down at him with amused eyes.
"We've probably waked the entire dormitory." She murmured with a faint grin, crossing her arms under her breasts and fixing him with a reprimanding stare.
He only smirked up at her, leaning back with a sigh as he clasped his hands behind his head.
"I WONDER what they think we're doing."
The seventeen-year-old Gryffindor released a stunned gasp of disbelief before recovering a moment later, smacking his chest slightly.
"You're sucha PERV!"
Draco only chuckled as a faint blush sprouted his mate's cheeks, sticking his tongue out childishly at her. She only rolled her eyes at that, leaning in slightly and propping her elbows at either side of his face, chin resting in her palms. And there was just a moment of them staring at each other; gaze fogged with hesitancy and utter contentment of it all, uncertain of what would come with their budding relationship.
Could good honestly come from this? A Slytherin, a Gryffindor. Malfoy and one of Potter's friends. The only possible way the said situation would, could get any worse was if it were Harry HIMSELF dating Draco. Their houses would disapprove, hell practically everyone would.
And that alone…
Then Makoto took an absent glance in the corner of her eye to the clock, checking the time. She blanched at the sight, head shaking before releasing a despondent sigh.
"Better head back to the tower." She announced with another sigh, beginning to move and get to her feet.
Her newly established mate reached out before she could get far, pulling her back in and fixing her with a faintly hurt pout.
"Just say you woke up early."
The tall girl lifted her brow in question, pinning him with a skeptical look.
"They'll ask where I went and why I was up so early."
"Well just say you couldn't sleep." Was Draco's quick reply. Makoto only frowned.
"We're gonna be spending everyday hour of our everyday here together anyway." She reasoned sensibly before placing a chaste kiss on his lips, carefully prying his arms away from her middle and gaining to her feet.
"Plus, the girls nine times outta ten can tell when I'm lying."
"Ain't my fault you're a bad liar." He muttered somewhat sulkily under his breath, pouting stubbornly as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Makoto only giggled, bending to place a quick kiss on his cheek before straightening fully, stepping around his frame and stalking towards the door.
She didn't get too far before a, "Wait!"
The tall brunette blinked with wonder, curiosity all but evident across her face as she turned about to see what was the matter. She turned just in time to catch something being tossed at her, her eyes widening with surprise before fluttering up at her gaze up at Draco.
He stood there in his boxers with a lop-sided but affectionate smile across his face, arms crossed over his chest.
"You almost forgot your jacket." He called after softly, the high-line of his cheeks warm and faintly pink.
She blinked then smiled, denim garment clutched to her chest as she walked back to him, blushing the entire time. She came to a halt right in front of him, lingering still there for a moment before pushing herself up onto her toes and placing a quick peck on his lips.
"Thanks babe." She murmured into his ear before spinning her heel and running out of the room, knowing if she lingered any longer she wouldn't be able to leave.
And Draco remained standing there, amidst his messy entanglement of sheets and not caring at all, relishing in the scent that seemed to saturate the atmosphere around him.
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"…and the consumption of alihotsy leaves can cause the unfortunate victim to fall into hysteria, but the simple sedative fulx--"
Hermione was forced to stop in mid-sentence as she felt a pair of lips find there way on the sensitive flesh at the nape of her throat, nibbling and nuzzling across the skin with not a wit's care. She and Ron had woken up at five-thirty in the morning, an hour earlier then usual, to study for their Herbology exam first block.
And he had spent the past half hour snuggled behind her, arms around her middle to hold her in place and his chin perched on her shoulder, cheek pressed against cheek. He seemed attentive enough at first, practically reading the sentences under his breath as she did.
But after several moments, she felt him take a deep intake of breath, turning slightly and hiding his face amongst her thick mane. She let that pass.
Then she felt her hair being shifted aside, cool air brushing against the warmed flesh. She let that pass too. But now he was brushing up against one of the most sensitive parts of her body, which he knew DAMN well and knew that she could only fight the sensation for a certain number of time.
"Ron," she started, pretending to ignore the slight tremble of pleasure in her voice.
"We are not going to pass the test if you keep on doing that."
Her half-pleading, half-warning was stoutly ignored by her boyfriend, who continued to nuzzle and kiss at her neck. He reached out and snatched the book from her hands, lips never leaving her throat, and tossed the thing onto a near-by coffee table.
"You know you're gonna do just fine." He murmured, lips trailing to the side of her neck, right under her ear.
She sighed slightly, tilting her head back against his shoulder and deciding to damn hell with whatever it was they studying for. She could surely spare sometime for Ron, one low-mark was worth time with Ron. Especially with the odd circumstances these days.
"Just what about you, Ron? You're mother we'll practically have a heart-attack if she catches news of you getting another low-mark." She mumbled with a faint smile, feeling a familiar pair of hands slip over hers, fingers entwining.
And he finally pulled away, tilting back slightly to pin his petite girlfriend with a rueful smile.
"Well I'll simply inform her that you just couldn't keep your hands to yourself. Honestly, no self-control baby."
"RON!" She gasped, mouth gapping open in stunned disbelief.
He released a loud, rumbling belly-laugh at that, practically falling back against the sofa with his gaiety. The tawny-haired genius pouted slightly, grabbing the closest pillow and whacking him upside the head with it.
"See if I ever help you study again Ronald Bilius Weasley!" she snapped loudly, shooting up from the seat and stomping away from him, curled fists swinging at her side.
She was practically shaking with rage as she continued to march away from her still-laughing beau, fully intending to go back to her dormitory and go back to sleep before school started. As for Ron? He could go fail the whole blasted year for all she cared, that jerk.
The girl was forced to a stop as she was suddenly pulled back against Ronald's taller, lanky frame, causing her sour scowl to deepen even more.
"I'm sorry Hermione," he apologized gently in her ear, grin still spread across his face.
"We'll study, honestly. And I'll pass the test and make you and mom proud."
Hermione remained indifferent at first, arms crossed tightly on her chest as she glared hard at the wall opposite her, trying her best to ignore Ron's soft cooing for forgiveness behind her. Which worked for the first five minutes.
She released a heavy sigh of surrender, tiny smile spreading her lips as she turned around to face him, snaking her arms around his neck.
"You should be glad I like you so much, stupid." She informed softly as she moved up to him for a kiss.
"Oh I am baby, I am."
But before the two love-birds could even meet, the sound of a door-opening caused them to jerk apart. The pair glanced up somewhat annoyed at the entrance to their common room, eyes widening with surprise to who it was.
"Makoto!" Hermione exclaimed loudly, expression stunned.
"You weren't in your room when I woke up, where were you?"
The tall brunette remained silent at that, standing at the entrance with a coat in her hands, face completely red and looking uncomfortable. She swallowed heavily, shifting her weight side to side before forcing a thin, uncertain smile.
"I was hungry, so I headed to the kitchen." Was her answer, licking her lips hesitantly, as if unsure of her words.
Makoto forced herself to smile even wider, facial muscles beginning to hurt painfully with the effort, straining hard to remain chipper. And the agonizing rift of dead, wordless air seemed to drag on FOREVER, muscles twisting hard to smile, ignoring the little twinge of guilt for lying to two of her bestest friends who've been there for her for the past six years without question, lending a shoulder, lending a hand…
"Well you took awfully long…" Hermione started slowly, tone skeptical and leery, expression just the same.
"Oh leave Mako alone, Hermione." Ron piped up warmly, sliding a protective arm around the demure genius's waist, smiling supportively in the taller female's direction.
"She didn't eat dinner last night remember?"
Another spark of guilt tugged her chest, remembering how she had outright lied to her roommates.
"Oh! That's right!" Hermione giggled sheepishly at her silly doubts, cupping the side of her blushing face with embarrassment.
"Silly me, I completely forgot!"
Makoto drowned out as the much taller Ron began to tease his petite girlfriend about her forgetfulness, claiming that memory loss was claiming her at the tender age of seventeen. They fell into a coy little argument, snapping at each other though still somewhat flirtatious in their own unique way.
Then the emerald-eyed witch sighed, eyes rolling at their sickening sugar-coated fluff.
"Well I'm gonna go back to the dorm and get ready for class, if you two disgusting love-birds don't mind." Makoto drawled with vast sarcasm in her tone, carefully moving past the pair and making her way to the stairs.
And the two called something out to her, but she couldn't really hear them, too plagued with thoughts of a certain blue-eyed devil and relishing in the fact that his jacket still smelt of his scent.
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And it's two-forty in the morning, new YAWK time. I've had ten red-bulls. YIPPEE!
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