Thread: Cause I May Be Bad, But I'm Perfectly Good At It! (HP! ~Boombox&YukiBlue~)

Maxwell had finally gotten tired of the great hall as he walked out into the large main hall with every intent to explore the enormous castle and burn off the calories he had just gained. His stomach was blissfully full, but he had cut himself off before he over ate. Maxwell was one to always watch how much he ate and also what he ate. Though he did like to eat - and a lot - he had a horrible fear of getting fat and ugly. Not that he would actually tell anyone that It had been a true torment to sit there looking at all that meat and not scarf it all down. Then again, it had been a torment at Salem as well. He was probably certain that the Gryffindors found it odd that he had only picked at his cherry pie, but he was not a big desert fan. Not that he didnt like sweets. He just didnt like the after effects of having to many. Stretching his arms into the air and tilting back a bit, Maxwell stretched his back to try and loosened some of the stiff muscles in his back from sitting down way to long. Lowering his arms and standing straight again, he twisted his upper body from side to side hearing a series of pops and cracks coming from his back. He let out a sigh of relief and leaned against the wall for a moment as he took in the comfortable feeling that those sounds had brought to him. He knew that popping his back was a bad habit, but what habit of his wasnt bad? It was as he was leaning against the wall that he heard all to irritating words coming from an all to irritating voice. His eyes shoot open when he heard the words Makoto said and they filled with anger as he watched her disappear into a classroom. He couldnt help but wonder what possessed the girl to piss him off so when she knew damned well that he preferred to be called Maxwell and not Leo. He couldnt help the growl that echoed in his throat as he took off at full speed after her with every intention of knocking some sense into her. When he got to the classroom she had escaped into, he turned the door knob and thrust it open so hard that it hit the wall with a loud crack and bounced back at him. Luckily, he was already walking into the room by this moment and he ignored it as the door made contact with his shoulder. He scanned the room with narrowed eyes as he looked for the overly sensual creature that had so pissed him off only to find she was know where in side. Sure that she had came into this room, he crouched close to the ground and sniffed the air. Having a extremely acute sense of smell, it didnt take him long to pick up Makotos sent of tea leaves and sugar. Maxwell could also smell something else. But he played it off as his imagination as he slinked towards his hidden prey. His eyes shifted from place to place in the room so as to pick up any sign of his hidden friend as he moved closer and closer to the teachers desk. It was obvious that the sent was coming from the desk, but he wanted to make her believe that he was having issues finding her. He sniffed the air again to make sure she was still in the same place and was reassured by his nose as a small smirk came to his face and his eyes targeted the desk. Makoto, come out. I know youre behind the desk and you should know no amount of hiding will work against me. Now WHY THE FUCK DO YOU CONTINOUSLY CALL ME LEO! My name if fucking Maxwell damn it and I swear by whatever god is listening at the moment. I will pound that into you if I have too Maxwell said as he straightened himself and glared in the direction of the desk that was obscuring his view of the girl. In all honesty, he would never actually raise his hand against Makoto. As irritated and angry as she made him, she was his friend and he didnt go around hurting his friends. Plus, why would he want to hurt a hot piece of ass like her? The simple fact was, he really wouldnt unless she was literally asking for it. Maxwell had to admit that he had had some interesting thoughts about Makoto ever sense she transferred to Salem years ago. Even before she had developed her smashing new look. But he had always held himself back when it came to her. Why? Because he didnt want it to become weird between the two of them. He had seen it before many times. Two friends getting caught up in the heat of passion and end up not being the same anymore. He certainly didnt want that to happen. Though she was very annoyingly seductive and goading, those where some of the things he liked about her as odd as it may seem. He didnt want to ruin it with one long and satisfying fuck. He didnt know if he could contain himself if she actually did a true attempt to get in his pants though.