Shayla POV

"So teach me how to return to my normal skin tone," I plead with the man named the Millennium Earl.

"So, all you have to do is imagine it happening, and it'll happen," he replies in a hushed voice, trying not to wake up any of the paintings.

"Okay." I close my eyes and I imagine myself growing paler and my crosses going away. When I looked at my skin, it was pale and I felt my forehead and my crosses were gone. "I did it!"

"Yes, you did," he mutters sexily. He walks up to me, wraps his hands around my waist, and brings our bodies close together.

"Oh, I like the sound of your voice," I say, clasping my hands around his neck and I kiss his lisps full on.

He moans and deepens the kiss. He wipes his wet tongue on my lower lip. I open my lips for him to explore my wet cavern as I release a groan. His hands lower themselves onto my rump, making me blush as he squeezes. Little to our knowledge a painting had woken up, raking their dreary eyes at the scene. Their eyes widened, taking in the scene before them.

He pushes me up against the nearest wall roughly to try and push our bodies closer. I blush deeper feeling his hard length pressing against me.

"We shouldn't really be doing this in the hall," I whisper breathily, just in case anyone was in hearing distance.

"Let's go back to my room then," Adam replies whispering also. He grabs my arm and rushes us forward. Once we outside the portrait that held Adams room behind it, we ran into a bit of trouble.

"No students allowed, Professor Smith. You know the rules," states the portrait, a hardened gaze directed at me.

"I know where we can go," I whisper as softly as I could. "Since I knocked Allen out we can use his room."

"Good idea," Adam whispers back just as soft. "We shall be leaving now, good bye."

"Bye," I say.

After we got to Allen's room, we found him still knocked out so we brought him to the hospital wing and laid him there for Madam Pomfrey to check him out.

"We'll come back in the morning and pretend like none of this happened. I'm not a Noah, and you don't know anything about the Order or the war, okay?" I explain the plan to Adam and he nods his head in understanding.

LEMON!

Once we got to Allen's room, we immediately stripped our clothes off our body and jumped into his bed. We ran our hands over each other's bodies, trying to feel every inch we could. We crashed our lips together in a hot passion.

"I love you so much, Adam," I breathlessly declared.

"I love you too," he said while kissing down my neck. He licks, sucks, and nibbles on my neck, eliciting gasps and moans from me.

Once he reached between my breasts, he licked my right nipple and sucked on it. I moaned loudly Adams name. While working on that breast, he was skillfully rubbing and pinching my other nipple. He switches over and it brings me to a new high. I release a loud moan.

"You're so sensitive," he whispers into my ear, making me shiver. He laughs whole heartily. "It's magnificent."

"You're teasing me," I pout and he just laughs.

"Maybe, maybe not."

"Now it's my turn." I smirk at his confused expression and flip us over so that I'm on top. I grasp his full cock in my hands and start to pump. "I don't know if I'll be good at this, so please be patient with me. This is my first time after all." I give him a wink. I lower my head down to his tip and give in a small lick. I then take his length half way into my mouth before sucking. I try to push in more but I choke on it. His moan graces my ears. I continue this for a couple minutes while his fingers tangle within my hair. Suddenly, he pulls on my hair, pulling me away from his rock hard member. It makes a pleasurable shiver rocket down my spine. My chest rises and falls with my heavy breathing.

"That's enough of that. Now, it's my turn," he growls out, hunger and lust evident in his now gold eyes.

He flips us back over to where he was on top and kisses his way down my body and reaches my most sensitive place. I release a whimper as he licks me. "Oh, Earl. Please take me now!"

"Oh my child, I will don't worry," he replies slyly. "You're so wet, I don't think this will hurt a bit."

He thrusts into me roughly, but I did not feel any pain. Wasn't I supposed to feel pain my first time? [1] He starts off slowly. After a while he quickens his pace, his thrusts going deeper.

"Oh! Earl!" I cry out. At my cry he goes faster and harder. I scratch my nails down his back and I pull his hair. He releases a moan from my tugging. He bites on to my neck, a mewl releasing from my parted lips. We hear rustling in a neighboring room and a, "Did you guys hear that?"

"Sh, you have to be quieter," he ordered, making me panic slightly. Adam stops for a second and rips part of the sheet and gags my mouth so my screams can be muffled.

Once we reach our climax, I felt like I was high. My head was clouded and I felt amazing. We lay there for a while and caught our breath. I take the gag off of me. I could feel my face burning red.

"You were amazing," I mumble breathily. "I love you."

"I love you too," Adam says back to me and kisses me softly. "You were excellent for your first time."

"Th-thanks, but now we should put our clothes back on, before anyone realizes something's up and barges in. Right?" I ask him if it was all right to do so.

"Yes, that sounds like a brilliant plan."

LEMON END!

In the morning Adam looked over my neck to make sure there wasn't any bites of bruises that could be seen. All of them were gone. Adam and I made sure the house elves took care of Allen's sheets. We made them swear to secrecy, and they obliged. After that we made our way to the hospital wing.

"Allen," I whisper softly, trying to wake him up. "Oh, Allen?"

I hear him groan and saw him open his deep silver eyes.

"What happened?" Allen questioned, rubbing the back of his head.

"You fainted and hit your head pretty hard last night when we were walking back to the common room."

"No, I'm pretty sure you threw me across my room," remarked Allen, suddenly sitting up. You could tell just by looking at his rigid figure that he was on guard.

"I did not do that. Didn't Allen faint going back to the common room, Adam?" I ask Adam with a glint in my eyes.

"That's true. You must have had one hell of a dream boy," commented the Earl.

"Must have," mumbled Allen not really buying the idea. "May I get breakfast now? I'm starving," Allen pleaded with Madam Pomfrey.

"Yes, you may. I hope to not see you again here, Mr. Walker," warned Madam Pomfrey.

"Yes, ma'am."

"Allen, what happened to you last night? I heard you were in the hospital wing!" cries out Lavi, hugging the smaller male.

"Yeah, apparently I fainted and hit my head. I had this weird dream that Shayla was the one who fainted and she turned into a Noah! That's one of our enemies by the way. They work for the Millennium Earl," explains Allen, worry in his eyes.

"Yeah, that is very strange. But now since you're here, let's eat some breakfast!"

"That's one of the best ideas you've ever had," remarked Allen, digging in to the food vigorously, ignoring the playful glare sent his way.

"I heard that one of the new teachers was snogging with one of the students late last night!" cried out Sir Headless Nick, gushing from the new gossip he heard that morning.

"Who'd you hear that from?" asked a random Gryfindor curiously.

"From the "Lady of Bath" painting near the Slytherin commons. I think they also said the student had Slytherin robes on."

The small group flings their eyes at me and I start whistling.

"What?" I question, trying to look innocent, but the slight tint of pink on my cheeks wasn't helping.

"Shayla, did you do what we think you did?" interrogates Ron, narrowing his eyes at me suspiciously.

"Did what? Oh, snog? Um, yes," I utter shyly, playing with my hands to hide my darkening blush.

"Aw, she's shy about it! How cute," cries Lavi, hugging me close to him.

"Stop it Lavi, she's embarrassed enough," states Allen, pulling an all too happy Lavi off of me.

"Thank you, Allen," I thank the white haired boy with a small smile on his face. I quickly take my medicine noticing that Dumbledoor was standing up.

"Good morning, students!" cries out the Headmaster.

"Morning," some of us reply.

"I hope you all had a wonderful breakfast. Now have a wonderful day at class. Your head of houses are now handing out your new schedule. Have a good day."

"Ah, man. That's right. We have Cross sometime today, don't we," sates Lavi with a grim look on his face.

Allen got a scared look in his eye. "This is going to be just like training all over again," he voices quietly, his face paling drastically.

"Oh dear God," I say, "please let me not be in his class today."

I hear a faint, "Where's Miss Wyre?" coming from the Slytherin table and I turn around to see a random fifth year pointing in my direction with Snape squinting his eyes at me.

"Miss Wyre, you know it is forbidden to sit at another table. You as well Mr. Walker. Here are your schedules, now go back to your own table," commands Professor Snape.

"Yes, sir," Allen and I say to him mellowly.

"Good."

"The bells about to ring, guys. Let's go get our books and head towards DADA," suggested Harry.

"Wait, I have Defense first now!" I shout out, angry that I have Professor Cross first.

"So do I," states Hermione.

"Well fuck."

"Shayla, you're not supposed to say that!"

"Well, fuck it! I don't give a shit anymore! I'm pissed," I scream to the world.

"Shayla, we're all mad. You should just calm down. It's not going to be as bad for you since you are quite pretty," Allen vocalized trying to calm me down.

"R-really? You think I'm pretty?" I inquire with a blush quickly spreading across my cheeks.

"Yes, a lot of people find you quite attractive. You don't think so?" Lavi ponders, curious eyes gazing at me. He notices that Harry, Ron, and Hermione look off in separate directions with grave looks on their faces, not looking at Shayla.

"I-I didn't know that. I've never really been told that… I mean Adam has, but no body else has." I start fidgeting with my hands again. I didn't know people thought of me like that, it was such a nice feeling. I felt like a weight has been lifted off my chest.

"Really? I'm surprised. Has nobody asked you out before?"

"No, Adam and I are in an arranged marriage from my extended family in France. I'm really glad it's worked out so well…" I trail off, a soft smile appearing on my face.

"That explains why she's engaged to a much older man," Allen whispers to Lavi, who in turn gives him a curt nod. He stores the information away for later.

"Well guys, this is where we split ways! I'll meet up with you all at lunch, ok?" Lavi cheered as he slipped into a classroom.

Our little group was for once struck with silence. Harry, Hermione, and Ron all looked guilty, but I didn't want to bother them. Maybe it had something to do with their house?

We arrived at the Muggle Defense class and we noticed Professor Cross was not there quite yet, so the five of us took a seat near the back. Allen and I started chatting about different foods that we liked, but I didn't hear our Gryfindor friends mutter a single word.

A few minutes after the bell has rang, all chatter ceased as the office door of Marian Cross flung open, revealing the older man with bright red locks. He glares at us students, but it only looks like he was glaring at the males. His glare intensified when his eye landed on Allen. The boy next to me visibly swallowed. My shocking blue eyes locked with his wine red eye, and his face softened slightly. Then I notice him glance down slightly, a small smirk pressing at his lips. I quickly cover up my noticeable cleavage and cursed myself for being a little too blessed in the boob department. He quickly reverts his gaze to the other students, and takes a seat on his desk.

"Let me cut to the chase. I want to be here LESS than you do. I honestly don't want to be teaching brats all day long, but this is what my boss told me I had to do to get off the naughty list, not like I don't mind being there. You all are a bunch of morons. Especially you, boy," proclaims the professor, pointing in Allen's direction. Some of the Slytherins start snickering at this, but immediately stop when he throws a glare their way.

He continues, "This is a class on how to deal with Muggles with out the use of a wand. Because some dumbasses don't know that using magic outside certain places is a no-no. This class will be mostly hands on. Listen closely the first time because I don't like to repeat myself. In fact, I WON'T repeat myself if asked to. There won't be many exams or much homework, so if you fail one assignment, you're pretty much fucked. Any questions?" He took a swift look around seeing petrified faces, and smirked to himself. "Good. Now get out of my sight. I'm sick of looking at you all." He gets off the desk, and saunters back in to his office, slamming his door shut.

Allen quickly gathers his things and leaves immediately. Hermione, Harry, Ron, and I quickly followed suit. "Hey, Allen!" Hermione called to the speeding boy. He starts to slow down and we quickly catch up to him. His face is a ghostly white.

"Allen, are you going to alright, mate?" Ron questioned the boy, placing a comforting hand on his shoulder.

Allen let out a deep breath, trying to calm himself. He states, "I have a feeling that Master Cross's class will be Hell, and he won't go easy on us. So, hopefully we will survive."

"He can't be THAT bad, can he?" Harry hoped, and pleaded with God that he would be right just for once, but the look he received from Allen flushed his dreams down the toilet.

"Maybe to you, but he will not have mercy on my soul. Did you see the look he gave me? It just spelled doom. I saw a fire burning in those Damned eyes. I'm sorry you guys have to put up with him," Allen said softly, his eyes down cast so we couldn't see them.

"Well, to me he's just a very crude person. I don't like him at all, but we will survive this class. I promise you," Hermione claims, she smiles brightly, trying to cheer us up. It works a little because Allen gives the girl a weak smile.

"Thanks, Hermione. I really appreciate it."

"Yeah, don't worry, Allen. We'll be able to get through this class," I commented, but mumbled this last part in hopes no one would hear, "And I'll actually have to wear the uniform correctly in this class… Nah."

During lunch Harry and Ron were excitedly talking about Quiditch, Hermione and I were talking about a Muggle book called "Need" [2] and how the concept of Pixies in the book is very interesting, and Lavi and Allen were talking about their work.

Suddenly a hand comes down on to Allen's shoulder, startling the boy. He looks behind him and his face pales drastically. I look up from my in-depth conversation with Hermione to see that it was Professor Cross.

"Idiot Apprentice, I want you to come to my office after dinner tonight. I have some things I need to talk to you about," commanded the older man, a smirk widening on his face and a glint in his eye.

"Wh-what do we need to t-talk about Master?" inquired the white haired boy, visibly nervous.

We didn't hear what the Professor said, but I saw him mouth, "Torture," and walked away. Allen looked like he was about to faint.

"A-Allen, are you going to be ok?" Hermione questioned the boy nervously.

He turns back to the table noticing the concerned stares. He nods his head and quickly puts on a smile. "I'll be fine. I didn't deal with him for three years and survive to die from him. Everything will be ok."

A group of four first year Slytherin's walked in to the hall pretty late and stopped near the entrance to continue their conversation. Curious on what they were talking about I began to listen in. The other five talked amongst themselves.

"Did you guys hear those weird noises last night?" questioned one first year to the other three.

"You mean those loud banging noises?" asked the red haired boy.

"I heard those too. Did you guys hear moans as well? Do you think somebody…?" questioned a blushing first year.

"Had sex? No doubt about it. You could hear the moans from my year's rooms. I'm a third year," added another Slytherin boy that joined their group after over hearing the conversation.

"Don't talk to me about it. I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night," groaned out a blonde haired boy.

"I bet it was that new transfer and that Shayla girl. They've been all "buddy, buddy" with each other and I wouldn't put it past that whore. I mean do you see the way she dresses? Short skirt and she practically has her tits out for the world to see. I even heard that the Muggle Defense Professor was checking her out. Wouldn't put it past her if she's used her charm to get her good grades," commented a sixth year joining the small group that had gathered at the door a foul smile pulling at his lips.

I couldn't take any more of it. I excused myself quickly and pushed past the snickering Slytherins. I could hear my friends calling for me but I just kept walking, slowly working my way up to a run. I ran up the stairs as fast as I could. I made it to the seventh floor with only one thing on my mind. "I need to find relief." I kept walking around the hallway not noticing that I was going in circles.

Suddenly, the ground started shaking and a door appeared out of nowhere. I stared at it in awe. I slowly walk up to it and pull open the door. Inside the room was a lush red couch and a glass table. I walked to the couch and sat down. I glance at the table and discovered that there was a small knife. I picked it up with shaking hands and stared at it with longing. I leaned against the armrest and pull my feet up to the couch. Lifting my sleeves up and pulling up my skirt I smiled weakly at the pale scars that mared my arms and thighs. I cried.

End! Whew! That was a long ass chapter! I hope you guys didn't mind the Lemon that I threw in there! This ended way differently than the first time I posted this chapter, and I am more pleased with it. Please correct anything that needs to be corrected! I do not Own DGM OR HARRY POTTER! I do own Shayla.

[1] Many people think that the first time someone has sex it's supposed to hurt. Well, that is not right. If it hurts and or you bleed, it's because you're not turned on and/or not wet enough. Foreplay is very important. I personally have had sex and my first time was all right. It didn't hurt and I didn't bleed.

[2] "Need" is an awesome series that everyone needs to read. I really enjoyed it. It's a great novel. That's it.

PS, I kinda feel bad about what I did to Shayla… I'm an evil person I know.