Cooking Lessons: Chapter 2

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Makoto released a weary sigh as she slowly stumbled her way into her sleeping dormitory, absently shutting the door behind her. She gratefully plopped down onto the velvet-upholstered white sofa at the center of the common room, seemingly unaffected by her lavish surroundings.

She had just finished her first lesson as a teacher and it had gone, to put it lightly, horrible.

The eighteen-year-old was well aware that what with being a graduate of their rival school would dredge up some sort of problem, but not on the first day. If it was one thing she had to be careful about it was that Granger girl…she was one of those know it all, ever curious genius types.

She'd probably be asking questions left and right.

"I take it the first day didn't go so well?" A sultry voice muttered.

Makoto only grunted in response, absently grabbing a near-by pillow and blindly chucking it towards the person who had just spoken. The person in question was none other than Haruka Tenou, who just barely dodged the sudden onslaught.

Haruka was four years her senior, a fellow witch and basically her best friend way back in San Francisco before any of them discovered their magical abilities. They managed a close relationship despite having attended rivaling schools and the such.

But after the resident DADA teacher had heard wind of her old comrade taking job at the school, she insisted the tall brunette share dormitories all the while.

"Well they already know I was a Beauxbaton witch and I'm pretty sure someone's gonna try and hex me tomorrow."

"Oh hell, hex them back!" The older female suggested plainly enough, shrugging off her companion's worries. The brunette scowled slightly, head shaking exasperatedly as she propped both feet up onto the marble coffee table.

"If I hexed every witch and warlock that got on my nerve…well, you'd be fucked." Haruka scowled from she lay, sprawled about rather comfortably along the backless divan.

"Hardy har har, Kino. I'd watch yourself if I were you, I am an Auror you know." She informed rather hotly, her sandy blonde tresses shifting and becoming a bright fiery red color.

Makoto gasped slightly, feigning a shocked and thoroughly frightened expression.

"The big bad Auror! Oh stars! You're right, I should be careful…" The brunette paused slightly, a wide and shameless grin spreading her lips. She knew the repercussions of her next words.

"…Ruka."

Makoto managed two feet off the couch before she was tackled back down, a series of pillows pummeled in her face.

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The Great Hall was immersed with lively discussion and laughter that afternoon, children eagerly filling their hungry bellies in preparation for the rest of the day. Some were chatting about the Herbology quiz they had indubitably failed and how the steak and kidney pudding was particularly bland today.

But most of the students were far more engrossed at the cooking lessons now being taught and more importantly – by who.

"Any girl who can cook is hot by my standards." Goyle declared half-heartedly as he eagerly spooned a hefty pile of Sheppard's pie onto his plate.

"Hell, if my foot could cook you'd think it's hot, you bottomless fool." Blaise Zabini growled from across the table, smirking slightly at the chuckling responses his words had received.

"Though I will say she is a fine little thing…" He paused, taking a sip from his chalice, before turning his gaze towards the male at his side.

"Right, Malfoy?"

"I don't get why everyone's making such a big fuss about her!" Pansy suddenly piped up further down the table, scowling rather heavily as she shoveled a forkful of pasta.

"She's freakishly tall…like a man or something. I bet she's a transvestite!"

The others merely rolled their eyes at the girl's claims, head shaking slightly as they turned back to their own respective meals. All but the Malfoy heir who was absently tracing his fingers along the fine, golden rim of the drinking chalice at his side.

He pivoted his head about slightly, neck straining up some as to get a better look at the large dining table established at the far end of the dining hall. The very reason for their discussion was laughing rather uproariously at something, reaching up to cover her mouth for some sort of respectable decency.

He grinned, suddenly reaching over and downing the rest of his drink with one swig.

"I'd say she's more than fine Zabini…she's down right mouth watering."

The surrounding Slytherin male populace erupted into loud, crude laughter as they chimed their agreement. Needless to say, the females did not share their humor, more so was the sour faced Pansy Parkinson.

"I still say she's a transvestite." The Slytherin witch muttered rancorously under her breath, the bitter remark missed under the gales of laughter.

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"Okay class, today we are going to be making banana walnut bread."

Draco sighed a little bit, chin propped atop one curled fist as he managed to stifle a very bored yawn. While his partner Crabbe was eagerly preparing the proper measurements of flour, sugar and the such; poor Draco was left to do nothing but simply sit there.

Everyone about him, Slytherin and Gryffindor alike, were happily stirring and kneading at the strangely sticky, gooey blob of batter for the pastry part of the sweet confection. Even good old Zabini was seemingly gleefully adding his own share in the work, his hands covered in white flour.

The mere idea of even getting his hands near the white stuff made him shudder.

Malfoys did not get their hands dirty. Malfoys did not need to. And more importantly, Malfoys were far too important to do engage in such acts. Things of that sort were left to common folk and those filthy mudbloods.

"Is there a problem, Mr. Malfoy?"

The nineteen-year-old wrenched up at the censorious call, blinking eyes going wide as he suddenly found the Culinary Arts Professor standing at his side.

"What?" He demanded, seemingly irritated by her intrusion.

Makoto scowled at the sharp snap at his words, curled fists settling firmly at the curve of her hips.

"Well, Mr. Malfoy, I wanted to know if there was some sort of problem since your partner here seems to be doing all the work. I don't know if you think this is some sort of joke class but I will clarify any lingering suspicions – it's not."

Draco felt his brow lift with numbing surprise as for the first time in perhaps his life; a girl had the actual gal to upbraid him in such a swift fashion. More surprising was the fact that he didn't seem all too bothered by her public chiding.

In fact, dare he say it, it almost felt…good. And the bad, straight to hell kind of good too.

His faintly narrowed liquid blue irises surveyed the area about him, growing somewhat agitated by the curious stares directed his way. He glowered, assuming a more foreboding expression.

That promptly caused the befuddled students to turn their attentions back to the cooking lessons.

"Professor Kino," Draco purred, biting back the knowing smirk that threatened to tug his lips.

"This will not happen again."

He internally grinned when he saw her frosty mask falter slightly, obviously thrown off by his uncharacteristic contrition. She quickly gathered her senses; head shaking as she quickly muttered an acceptance and moved on to the next table.

As thrillingly exciting as it felt, Draco Malfoy was not the type to just be embarrassed like that without some sort of retaliation. And at some point and time, he always got them back.

Always.

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Professor Kino sighed tiredly as she chucked the last loaf of charred burnt banana walnut bread into the trash bin.

She hadn't expected a bunch of fancy, high-end chefs but she certainly didn't think they would be that hapless in the kitchen. The eighteen-year-old had been lucky she had remembered that extinguishing spell or the entire Culinary Arts lab would have exploded.

She groaned, recalling as the Longbottom boy managed to get his pan of batter to burst into flames.

And they weren't even in the oven yet!

Her internal despairs were halted at the sudden round of knocking at her door, causing her to swivel about in her chair and face the new entity.

"Mr. Malfoy!" The brunette exclaimed, a bit stunned to see the student still suited in his apron. He was the last person she expected to see, after the way she had scolded him like a young child that afternoon.

He was probably going to try and drop out or something. He seemed like the type.

"What is it that you need?"

The tall male swept foreword, face perfectly indifferent and void of any sort of inclination as to what he was thinking. It unsettled the new teacher greatly.

"Oh I just wanted to know if it was possible that I could change my apron." He inquired earnestly enough, absently gesturing towards the bright pink pinafore draped about his frame.

Makoto barely stifled a laugh, eyeing the funny garment with glinting emerald eyes. Pink was certainly not the boy's color, nor was the 'Kiss the Cook' phrase emblazoned in bold purple lettering on the front.

"Of course, I'm sorry." The teacher obliged, rising from her seat and shuffling over to an opposing closet. She shifted through the hangers, plucking a simple black apron from the piles.

"I'm afraid you'll have to stick with the 'Kiss the Cook' motto--"

Her words faltered into a faint shriek of surprise as she spun about to hand the garment to the boy and slipped on a carelessly forgotten banana peel. It was out of instinct when her arms reached out and clung to the closest thing possible, in hopes of stabilizing herself.

Needless to say the eighteen-year-old was astounded beyond words when she found herself enshrouded by two very strong arms. She was completely mortified to find herself sprawled atop her student of only a day.

Now Makoto Kino had some highly humiliating, painfully embarrassing moments throughout her short life. There was that time she had ripped her pants in front of the entire school, along with that time she had punched the new chancellor of Beauxbaton's straight in the face.

But this definitely made the top three. Definitely.

She would've gotten straight up right that instant if she hadn't allowed herself to revel at how surprisingly warm the nineteen-year-old warlock was. Or at the amount of perfectly toned musculature hidden under the heavy black cloaks and wooly grey sweaters.

"Are you okay, Professor Kino?" His voice almost growled into her ear and her eyes lolled back into her head as she felt the heat of his breath sear the skin of her neck. It sent sparks down her spine and to all the spots in her body she never knew existed.

She was suddenly very aware of her surroundings and how extremely stuffy this room was. It was getting really hard to breath and she was certain it had gotten ten billion degrees hotter.

She was also very aware of how this Draco boy was holding her and how one arm was snaked around her middle, tight and firm, to keep her in place all the while. But more pressing was his other arm, as his hand had nestled comfortably at the curve of her hip, nearly cupping the outside of her thigh.

"Professor Kino?" There he was again. Growling! Growling in the sexiest way possible and his hands grasping at her with this need and all at once, this command.

He was in control. He was the man.

This was straight out of a perverted movie – a teacher and a student, a careless mishap and this was where they were to begin the treacherous descent into lust. Though, she was more ashamed at the fact that she actually began to feel excited at the idea than anything else.

Makoto shook her head shamefully, hastily scrambling to her feet and hurrying out the door. She didn't bother helping Draco up. Or explaining herself.

She just turned the hall and almost ran all the way back to the dormitories.

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I was more than surprised to see someone actually review this story. Sailor Moon stories seem to be a dying breed..especially ones involving Makoto.

- To those wondering, Haruka is a Metamorphagus: the ability to shift one's appearance at will; including hair and other physical features.

DragonGirli: Draco certainly is a sly one…and a sexy one too. Hehe. Thanks for reviewing!

DarkKitty04:I considered making Draco the teacher…but I thought it more twisted to have Makoto, a teacher, brought to her knees. Eh, I'm a weirdo I know.

Serenity Blossom: Hahah, yes, our poor Mako has no idea what I'm gonna put her through. I mean Draco. :

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