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A/N okay my internet hates me -kicks it- I dunno about this story, It's very unlike what i usually write...but I'll try to make it sound good..i'm gonna need suggestions probably lol.
Reviews, thankies very much for your words...so for you three i got another chapter up. Someone mentioned Children of Dune was it? What is that? lol never heard of it!
Makita wasn't too worried about dragging Akky to his parents for the holiday, what he was worried about was finishing his charms exam. Charms were not his strong point, he hated them. Academically he had only been good at divination, and the art he managed to create was lovely, or so he had been told.
'Blast it all. Why does any of this stuff have to matter? I mean if Akky can run around skipping class, why can't I?' Makita thought, only he knew the answer. He never had felt like skipping was right for some reason, but he would do it with Akky sometimes. Only he got in more trouble if he did it for some reason.
"Makita lets go get food damnit! We can look at your precious history books later." Akky growled, baring her teeth. They were a bit yellow, and to tell the truth that had always bothered Makita, though he couldn't imagine why it would matter, not like he brushed his teeth all the time either.
Akky always wanted to be where food was, and she was never in a good mood. How she managed to tolerate Makita was a mystery to most, but no one seemed to realize Makita was a mystery himself.
Makita just rolled his eyes and opened the bookstore door, moving quickly inside so he could go to the history section. He knew Akky would follow, she always did. Makita didn't know why, but history had always been important to him. He loved to read about the Dark days and learn about the battles.
He never had paid much mind to his obsession about finding all he could on Harry Potter, the Order, Hogwarts, or Death Eaters. They were more interesting then his boring life anyways. 'Well it's not that boring, I mean the most exciting thing that happens ever is when Akky plans to pull pranks…those are always fun' He really had to stop talking to himself.
"I don't see why you even bother to look up the past, I mean it happened, lets move on! It's not like anything more interesting is going to happen either way" Akky grumbled, leaning on a bookshelf in the store.
Makita just rolled his eyes and picked up the book called Hogwarts: A History. "Akky this stuff is so different form our world though, and you know me. I've always liked history for some reason." Makita said, flipping through the pages of the book that had been re-written.
"That's not an original is it?" Akky asked, raising her eyebrows. Makita shook his head.
"An original of Hogwarts: A History? No way Akky! I think there's only one left and it's falling apart, that is, original from the Dark Days era." Makita said, he knew too much about it. He laughed at himself for knowing this much about the Dark Days.
Akky snorted, "Can never tell with books, I hardly ever read history books."
"Wow, Akky reads. News flash everyone! Akky the bitter reads and actually doesn't spend too much of her time making up insults that don't exist!" Makita joked, bursting into laughter with Akky.
"Makita, who's the guy with that lovely dark hair staring at you?" Akky said suddenly, making Makita leave the world he was currently in and go back to the real one.
"What?" he asked, looking around everywhere for someone who had dark hair and was staring at him.
"Honestly Makita, he'll stop looking once he notices you've noticed!" Akky said laughing at Makita and his clueless brain.
"Huh?" Makita asked, dropping his book on the coffee table, and staring at his crazy friend. Akky's hair was glinting a deep purple in the light, it usually looked black. Her blue eyes were shimmering with mischievousness as she glanced at a boy who was staring directly at Makita.
The boy was handsome Makita could see that part. Dark wavy hair and brown eyes, he looked Italian. The boy seemed to be lost in space or something, and Makita felt nervous for some reason. Akky was snickering.
"What?" Makita asked, glaring at her.
"Go say hi, he was licking his lips while you were in dream world ya know!" Akky said, laughing harder as Makita blushed.
"Oh fine pushy Miss Akky" Makita growled, getting up and walking to the boy. The boy definitely had been staring at him, and his eyes met his as Makita stood in front of him. "Hey" Makita said, smiling warmly at the boy, he felt like he should know the boy, but he didn't, he'd never seen this boy in his life.
"Hi" the boy said, smirking at him then holding out his hand. Makita took it for some reason and shook the boy's hand. "Makita Rekilt, you are?" Makita asked, he felt like he was repeating steps to a play for some reason.
"Shiraz Corinton" the boy said, giving him a smile full of pearly whites. 'Well isn't this one a piece of art? Confident to what could be a fault' Makita thought, sitting down beside the boy.
"Why were you staring at me like that?" Makita asked.
"You seem interesting Makita Rekilt. Also you seem so familiar. I couldn't help but not stare to pinpoint where I had met you before, but I must say I've never seen you in my life." The boy said, he seemed to hold himself in an arrogant manner.
"Oh and you only talk to people who are interesting?" Makita said, he didn't much like arrogance.
The boy smiled. "No, but you are very familiar, I just wish I could tell where I have met you before" the boy said. 'Feelings mutual there bud.' Makita thought. He didn't know why but this boy irritated him, but at the same time…he felt drawn, just like he had been drawn to the history books.
"Makita, time to go! Get pretty boys number and let's be on our way!" Akky yelled from the door, holding it open and point outside.
"Fine you horrible brute!" Makita screamed back, receiving several glares form people who wanted to read and drink their coffee in silence. He looked over to the boy who was grinning and handing him a piece of paper.
"Put it to good use Makita Rekilt" he whispered, before Makita grasped the piece of paper and walking towards Akky.
"About time mister I'm so cool I got an admirer," Akky growled, punching him in the arm. It did hurt, because she was no flower. Not like most of the girls in his school anyways.
"Shad up!" Makita growled playfully, pushing her away form him and running back to his grandmothers house for dinner.
Makita yawned as he rolled over in the bed he was sleeping in at his grandmothers for the holidays. Akky was snoring louder in the other room, how he was going to block her out? He didn't care at this point, the boy he had met, Shazir, or was it Shiraz? He couldn't remember.
He would look at the piece of paper the cute boy had given him in the morning; right now he was stuffed with cooking and ready to burst. He drifted off in a deep sleep after awhile of sitting and listening to the night creature's move around.
"Potter, don't walk away from me!" a voice screamed from across a distance. Makita turned around to stare at a boy with blonde hair and gray eyes. "Malfoy, you're lost, okay? Get over it." he heard himself say.
"That's not it," the blonde said, moving closer to Makita.
"Then what is it? I'm tired and I want to sleep before I get carried away to a party" Makita said. What the hell was this? He couldn't see much in the way of scenery but it seemed to be a pitch of some kind.
"This" the boy stated and laughed himself at Makita's lips, kissing him roughly yet possessively. The blonde pushed away from him and walked away, moving into the hazy distance, Makita couldn't see past a gray mist for some reason.
Makita turned around to walk to a castle. Makita couldn't see much, it was all somewhat blurry, but it was vivid enough for him to see the castle, funny he thought he had seen the castle before in a picture somewhere.
Makita soon opened the door and fell through a hole in the stone floor, he fell down and down before hitting the black abyss he jolted awake.
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