Afternoon Serenade
To Fione X Fyre: Silly silly me, I meant that the odd attraction to chicks with green eyes ran in their Malfoy blood. However I stupidly forgot to point that out and thus indefinitely making it appear that the statement referred to Mako and Buffy, Sorry!
Breathe by Faith Hill belongs to her and its writers, not me. Nope.
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Makoto suddenly glanced up away from the open Potions book in front of her, instead casting her boyfriend a somewhat uncertain, highly worried stare. Draco, surprisingly, was seated clear across the room on his bed, his back resting heavily on the bed-post of the ornate four-poster all students were given, expression dark and brooding.
The young sorceress however was sprawled flat across her belly on the round forest green plush throw rug in the center of Draco's personal chambers, dressed in a pair of red Gryffindor shorts and a long-sleeved white shirt, finishing up some homework before supper hour.
At least that's what she was supposed to be doing.
But she was far more concerned with her Slytherin mate's sudden odd behavior. Ever since they had returned from his little surprise at Hogsmeade village, he had barely uttered a word in between. It was quite obvious that something was bothering him, plaguing his mind entirely. But what was it?
After she had took a quick shower and changed, she entered the Slytherin male's dormitories to find a very surprisingly scene. Draco was seated in the very same spot she had left him in, perched at the edge of his bed with one knee drawn to his chest. He was also still dressed in school attire, though the tie and dress-shirt left undone and unbuttoned, his shoes placed off back into the closet.
Suddenly Makoto found her curiosity focused instead on the glinting package of foil that Draco was sifting through his fingers, brow puckering with confusion.
"Hey, what's that? She found herself asking suddenly, now pulled up onto her knees and pointing questioningly at the package in question.
The platinum-haired powerhouse snapped back with a start, head jerking up and faintly widened crystal blue eyes glancing curiously at her. And then he perked up, suddenly, fists clenching about the tiny square thing of foil and hiding it behind him, into his pocket.
"It's nothing." He mumbled in a very uncomfortable tone, and looking it as well.
The slender Gryffindor scowled slightly with annoyance as her slight wonderment was now fully pricked, forcing herself onto her feet and slowly beginning to approach the reluctant male.
"It's obviously something if you are going to hide it from me, so let up and let me see!" she half-growled in warning before letting out a full-blown launch attack at him, pinning him down by the shoulders.
"What in hell do you think you are doing?" he demanded rather hotly, obviously none-too-happy about the sudden new amount of weight added to him.
Makoto grinned down at him, her legs straddling him at either side of his hip and allowing herself to take seat on his flat torso. She proceeded to cross her arms over her chest; brow lifting slightly as she suddenly gained a craftier, smug air.
"What in hell am I doing? I'm trying to find out what in hell you are trying to hide from me, cause it really seems to be bothering you. And if you don't intend on sharing this little tid-bit, then I'll have to go find out myself." She spout matter-of-factly, before hunching over and jamming her fists into either pockets of his butter-tan slacks, feeling about hastily.
The sinfully handsome male released a loud gasp of mortified surprise as he suddenly thrust his hips up in feeble attempt, body twisting wildly to escape the hold. Makoto was forced to an abrupt stop at the sudden new streak of electrifying tingles coursed through her body.
Completely unaware of his actions, the young male continued to motions, eventually toppling the ungainly female off his person. His actions were quick and nimble, flopping over onto her and pinning her down in the very same fashion, though this time, finding her legs propped up slightly about his waist.
Her face was burning painfully now, having been caught in such a less-then-innocent position in BED no less. She'd just hope she'd be able to regain breath to tell the goof to roll off before someone walked in.
Now THAT would be quite a story to explain.
"Next time," Draco huffed, clearly out of breath himself.
"Just WAIT or you might just end up falling off the bed."
She remained silent however, struggling to regain normalcy for air, her heart drumming wildly with the sudden amount of energy exerted. If he was fast like this on his broom, he would definitely give Harry a good run for his money in the upcoming Quidditch match.
The auburn-haired female found her eyes snagging onto a familiar figure propped amidst the plethora of clothing in Draco's closet, shiny black wood glinting amongst the dark shadows.
A guitar.
"You play guitar?" she asked suddenly, legs clinging about his middle reflexively as she suddenly pulled herself up into a sitting position, bringing them even intimately closer.
"Erm…sort of." He managed in a fair grunt, now suddenly realizing just WHAT a position he had so wonderfully planted himself in.
So THIS is what Spike was talking about.
The Gryffindor brunette quickly broke free from her mate, legs swinging over onto one side before darting over towards the closet. Draco groaned slightly in woe, feeling cold and at a loss without her so close.
But she paid no mind, head tilting slight in curiousity, mesmerized as she slowly and uncertainly reached out to take hold of the instrument. Tiny, receptive fingers brushed across smooth polished wood, encircling its handle before carefully plucking it from the darkness.
It was indefinitely one of the finer guitars, that was for sure, well-crafted and a gothic beautiful black color. The strings held a silvery-green sheen to them, glinting beautifully in the streaming shafts of light from the balcony.
She suddenly whirled around, pinning an unsuspecting Draco with a sweetly innocent smile. Her arms jutted out expectantly, guitar cradled carefully in her hold.
"Play me something."
His faced reddened some at that, scratching the back of his head something sheepishly as he plopped himself down back onto his bed.
"I can't really play that wel---"
"I don't care; I just want to hear you play." Makoto was quick to interject, tone assuring and compassionate, expression just the same.
He shook his head however in decline.
"I couldn't possibly; dad stopped teaching us when we were eight or so and I can only recall one song." Now he was just making excuses.
The young brunette growled annoyed under her breath, head shaking with an exasperated air as she suddenly closed the distance between she and her male counterpart.
"I just want to hear you PLAY!" she snapped somewhat irritated as she forced the thing into his lap before hopping onto the vacant space next to him on his bed, snuggling up against his arm.
She suddenly assumed a pleading, faintly pained expression; large emerald pools suddenly grown considerably brighter and glassy. Draco could do little as the mischievous little fluff at his side began to nuzzle gently against the base of his neck, whimpering plaintively into his ear.
He could withstand it; it was ONLY Makoto, Makoto trying to be slick and sly, trying to pull one over him. Think she could get him to buckle down to her every wish? Nuh uh, nope. Not in HELL was that happening!
…he released a sigh of defeat several moments later, head hung down in shame as he carefully began to prop the instrument into proper position.
It was now that he officially understood why and how Buffy managed to keep Spike under such tight lock.
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Hermione watched as Theodore swiftly strode towards what was assumed to be his own personal chambers of the vast Slytherin dormitory he shared with three other students. As his willowy figure disappeared into the shadows of another room, the young sorceress found herself glancing about her surroundings with partial interest.
It was quite similar to the Gryffindor boy's dormitory set up, as suspected, though the colors of deep forest green, unfathomable black, and gleaming silver rather then of warm burgundy red and gold. Their chairs were upholstered in polished black leather instead of deep wine red velvet, the images splayed about in paintings and carvings far more accommodating to the Slytherin household.
It was well-furbished, that was for sure. Though as to it belonging to four of the richest warlocks within Hogwarts, it was uncertain.
Hermione suddenly found her attentions caught onto the faint but evident strumming of a guitar, a voice soon following to join the instrument. Face puckered with curious perplexity, she slowly began to near the area the melodies were emitting from, finding herself standing outside the one of four doors.
It was left ajar, the slab of wood gaping slightly to give faint view into the other room itself. Though she only gave it a moment's glance, far more engrossed with the haunting melody and who was producing it.
Her brow furrowed…Malfoy?
She parted the door open a bit further, mindful as to not give away her presence. Carefully, the ginger-haired genius popped her head between the gape.
Her pretty amber eyes rounded wide and stunned at the sight.
Draco was seated in his bed, one leg tucked beneath him and the other hanging precariously off the side, swinging back and fro like a taunting pendulum. A beautiful polished black guitar was nestled in his lap, fingers plucking across the strings in practiced ease.
But what was most surprising was that Makoto, yes Makoto Kino, was with him.
More so, seated behind him with her arms wrapped loosely about his throat and shoulders. Her chin was perched on his left shoulder with her cheek to his, eyes shut in complete and utter euphoria, expression contented and peaceful.
"…slow and steady rush. Baby, isn't that the way that love's supposed to be? I can feel you breathe"
The tall brunette proceeded to sing along softly to herself, swinging herself and Draco as well side to side. He smiled a little to himself, though continued to sing on, as he tilted his head aside slightly to glance at her.
Feeling his sudden twist of movement, her eyes fluttered open to reveal her lovely emerald green orbs, glittering brightly with a new sort of energy.
"I can feel the magic floating in the air," she whispered in a tiny voice, entranced.
He smiled, a genuine smile at that, and allowed his forehead to clunk against hers.
"Being with you gets me that way."
Hermione finally turned away a moment later, not wishing to witness any else. She knew it. She knew something was different, she knew something had happened.
She had just never considered that they might have fallen for each other.
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Wow, it's been ages since I've updated. I'm sincerely sorry readers; just inspiration totally left me when school started, all of it going to my school work. Blasted devils…but yeah. This is rather short as well, considering the time I dawdled upon it.
I hope you aren't all too upset.
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