(A/N: First of all I would like to say thanks to my sweet beta who helped me a lot. Second, here's the 9th chapter that took me forever to write and I hope you like it and please review. Oh yeah, thank you to all who reviewed. You guys are the best!)

With only one more week to September the first, Diagon Alley had never been more crowded, parents trying to shop while making sure their children were not causing any troubles. Eager eleven years old impatiently waiting to try out the countless wands at Ollivander's for their own personal wand, only compatible with themselves. At the end of Diagon Alley, a quaint shop stood, looking like an expensive boutique from the outside. Expensive and top quality robes on moving mannequins, flaunting their wares at the display window to the passing crowd. Inside the shop, a beautiful woman in her mid thirties with intense blue eyes and wavy black hair and a stout woman in her fifties with a bun at the back of her head fussed over a teenage girl, standing on a low podium, various robes draped over her. Her tanned face looked slightly bored and irritated yet the two older women couldn't help but make a great deal over her wardrobe.

"This light pink robe makes her skin practically glow, Bianca," Madam Elsie, the owner of Madam Elsie's Boutique said critically, holding the robe in front of the girl. Bianca Zabini nodded her head while her face broke into a beautiful pearly smile." We'll take it with the others," the witch gestured towards four pairs of silky black robes, an emerald green and a cream colored robe in the hands of the shop's assistant, who was staggering under the robes weights.

" I swear I have this new design from Paris and it really suits young Anya here," Madam Elsie said, missing the look of horror on Anya's face at the prospect of spending another minute in the boutique after two torturous hours, but the dark young man leaning on the wall saw it and came to her rescue.

"Mom, I think that Anya has enough robes to last her for a year. We do have other things on the school's list to buy." Blaise, a younger male version of his mother put his hand on Anya's shoulder, making her step down from the podium, away from the two women clutches.

"You have taken her measurements so I don't think the two of us should be stuck in here anymore. So we'll be going to buy the books," he edged towards the door, bringing Anya with him to the door (literally) of their freedom. When Bianca opened her mouth to protest, the dark Slytherin slyly made a distraction.

"Look Mom, that white robe will look great for the dinner party next week," as the Italian lady checked out the mentioned silk robe, the two teenagers quickly took their chance at leaving the stuffy boutique to the sunny alley outside. Blaise ran a hand through his soft black curls and let out a relieved sigh.

"Glad that's over. Come on Anya, we have to get the books from Florish and Blotts before Mom changes her mind about buying those white robes"

Anya followed the tall youth, pulling back the sleeve of her blouse over the skin of her wrist that had been exposed slightly when Blaise had tugged on her hand, covering the black mark on it from the world. With a slight shudder, Anya could only faintly remember the fateful night where she, under the influence of the lust potion, had given herself to Draco, leading to a night of passion where she couldn't remember the passion at all, thanks to the potion.


Anya looked down at the small clear bottle in her hand. Its content, a murky green liquid had a slightly wicked aura as she uncork the bottle and surprisingly got a delicious whiff of green apples, seducing her to take a sip. How something that smells so heavenly could have such a sinister purpose. She looked at the bathroom mirror in front of her, she saw a pale teenage girl with a nervous expression on her face with a slightly shaking hand. Beads of sweat gathered on her forehead as she closed her eyes, rethinking for the hundredth time. It was the only way out for her and no matter how she thought there was no other option. She jumped slightly when a knock came from the locked bathroom door.

"Anya? Are you okay?" Draco's voice came from the other side of the door.

"I'm...I'm okay. Be out in a minute," Each of them had taken a bottle of the lust potion with them to drink for the night.

Anya had locked herself in the bathroom while Draco had taken a seat on the couch, staring at the bottle in his hand. Steadily, Anya uncorked the bottle and braced herself. You can do it Anya. Think about going to Hogwarts, far away from Lucius. Slowly, she raised the bottle to her lips and the liquid went into her mouth, leaving a sweet taste in her mouth and for a moment, her body was enveloped in a faint pink glow before it disappeared. A new feeling creep into her, something foreign yet interesting.

Draco looked up from his hands when the bathroom door opened (finally) and Anya stepped out, a shy look on her face. She stood still in the middle of the room, nervously twirling a strand of her hair around a finger, her eyes cast towards the floor, not looking at the blonde wizard. Did it work, he wondered. Slowly, he neared her, taking step by step towards her. He knew that even if she's affected by the lust potion, he would have to wait for her to make the first move, not wanting to scare her off.

"Anya...did it work? Did something wrong happ-" his words were cut off when slowly but steadily, Anya wrapped her hands around his neck, bringing his lips to her pinkish ones. After a while, Draco succumbed to her soft yet insistent kisses, her lips giving off a sweet taste that he found addicting. His arms wrapped themselves around her waist, bringing their bodies closer. Draco took control of the situation, nibbling on her full lower lip, begging entrance to her warm mouth that Draco's positively sure was full of the sweet taste on her lips.

Slowly, Anya opened her mouth slightly, letting in Draco's enthusiastic tongue which quickly explored every nook and cranny of her mouth, eliciting a faint moan from her. This encouraged Draco to take it further, he let go of her mouth, planting kisses on her jaw line, moving down to her neck, planting hot kisses. She threw her head back, her fingers running through his silky strands of blonde hair. The full affect of the lust potion had kicked in by this time and without a care, Anya let his hands wander over the curves and swells of her body, loving the pleasure she was getting.

Draco looked down at the vision of beauty lying beneath him; her skin looked like honey, moist and sweet. Leaning down, he claimed her mouth for another searing kiss. The night passed with the two of them swimming in the sea of lust, going through throes after throes of passion, not a care for the world. For Anya, it was her first time and even under the influence of the potion, she knew that what she was going through would be one of the best in her life, knowing she will forget the passion and pleasure when she wakes up the next morning, knowing the details will only be a blurred scene with no emotions. For Draco, it is the enjoyment of having his first virgin. Yes, he had slept with Pansy Parkinson on few occasions but being the slut she is, she had lost her virginity to Marcus Flint during fourth year. More than that, the sound of Anya moaning his name turned him on greatly.


The sun shone through the curtains, waking up the blonde youth on the bed, who had an arm around the beauty's waist, her head lying on his lean torso. Draco opened his grey eyes, blinking slowly, adjusting to the sunlight. Slowly, his eyes traveled to the one in his arms, her face seems so peaceful as she slept in his arms, snuggled up in his warmth. Sighing slowly, he knew the peace on her face wouldn't last when she woke up and somehow that left a feeling of regret in him. How he longed for another chance to repeat last nights scandalous event, another chance to run his hands over her body, another chance for him to hear her calls out his name in passion. A black glittering mark on her right wrist caught his eye. The 'marking' ceremony replayed itself in his mind. After fulfilling the requirements, Draco had raised her wrist to his lips, mumbling an ancient incantation and kissed the smooth skin slowly, enveloping it in a faint blue glow. When it dissapeared, a mark had engraved itself in a beautiful manner on her skin.

The mark, in one word, was enchanting. It was the same design as the pendant Draco wore around his neck ever since his 14th birthday. The black dragon had silver tipped scales with its tail curled around it contently. Its wings were folded on its back, making the dragon in a position of peace and yet it would change itself according to situation. Part of the mark's enchantment was to enable the dragon to switch position. If Anya's feeling particularly mad, the dragon will unfurl itself, sending balls of fire. With another sigh, Draco untangled himself slowly from Anya's warmth, covering her body fully under the bed's warm sheet. Before going into the bathroom, he toke a bottle out of the bedside table's drawer. It was the same bottle as the one he had given Anya to drink. The cork still had the wax sealing around it, a sign that the contents was still untouched. With a slight smirk on his face, Draco headed towards the bathroom. Who said he needed the lust potion for the night?


Anya followed Blaise to the bookstore. It was Draco who had said, you better go and buy your stuff with Blaise and his mother. If you went with me, it will cause quite a scene. That was all he could say before both of them had resumed staring at their feet, their faces slightly blushing. The thought of the night of the marking still reminded them of their intimacy and although Anya couldn't remember the details it still brought a blush to her cheeks. True to his words, Draco had persuaded his mother to write a letter of transfer to Hogwarts and nearly a week later two owls came swooping in, each with a thick letter embossed with the Hogwarts' crest in their beaks. Not surprisingly, Lucius had been livid but after an hour in his study with his wife, he had came out and said nothing, neither protest nor agreement. It was because of Draco's I'm-a-pureblood-that-hates-mudblood image that she was here in Diagon Alley with the two Zabini.

Blaise handed two lists to a man behind the counter in Florish and Blotts and in a manner of respect towards the high society Slytherin, the man nodded,

"It'll take me about ten minutes, sir" and disappeared among the shelves. Blaise turned towards Anya, "There's this certain Ancient Runes' book I had my eye on. I'll meet you here in ten," Anya nodded slightly; her attention had already been caught by a display at the shop's window. Anya picked up one of the black leather bounds book with her hands, reading the title in gold letters. Hogwarts: A History (new edition). As she flipped towards the pages, an excited female voice came from behind her.

"Harry! Ron! Look over there! It's the new edition!"

" Come on Mione, you read that book so many times already you'll probably had it memorized already," another voice, possibly male by its deep tone," The third voice, another male contains amusement.

"She memorized it already Ron. You should know, every time she tells us the rules we're breaking."

Anya turned around, looking at the three teenagers, most probably her age. One of them had black hair with the vivid green eyes while his slightly taller male companion had flaming red hair. The witch had slightly bushy brown hair and an intelligent air around her. She had her full attention on the book in her hands while the redhead was looking at another display of Quiddicth books. The green eyed youth looked at her curiously until the man behind the counter suddenly appeared beside her, hidden behind two stacks of books floating in front of him.

"Miss Zainudin, I have your books here. Would you like to add another purchase?" the man looked at the book in her hands. Anya hesitated. Narcissa had given money to buy her stuff to Bianca Zabini and the book in her hands weren't on the list but a hand tugged the book out of her hand.

"She'll take it. Along with this book,"

Blaise handed the man the two books and the man nodded once again before heading towards the counter, the two stacks of books floating in front of him. Blaise's sudden appearance had caught the attention of the three teenagers. Blaise nodded towards the girl.

"Granger,"

"Zabini," a casual response. The reply from the other two wasn't so casual. In fact, Anya could sense the tense in the three males.

"Potter, Weasley,"

The both of them nodded stiffly. Blaise turned to Anya, a hand on her shoulder, his blue eyes twinkling slightly." Anya, I got to go and pay the books then we'll go to the Leaky Cauldron," the dark Slytherin sauntered towards the counter, leaving the four of them looking at each other. It was Granger who started introducing herself.

"Hi. I'm Hermione Granger. This is Harry and Ron," she extended her hand and Anya accepted with her gloved hand, raising the two boys' eyebrows at this. It's only August and not even cold but Anya pretended not to notice the look on their face.

"I'm Anya Zainudin," she smiled slightly.

"You go to Hogwarts?" again, Hermione asked her.

"Yeah. I'm transferring from SEASOM for my seventh year,"

"Oooh SEASOM? I read about it once in a book," she says excitedly but the redhead, Ron cuts her

"You read about everything in a book, Mione".

Blaise appeared by Anya's side, two plastic bags in his hands.

"Come on Anya. No, no, I'll bring them," he protested when Anya extend her hands to take one of the bags.

"I'll meet you at Hogwarts then, Anya" Hermione said as Anya waved goodbye and followed Blaise out of the store.

Ron looked at the two retreating figures and faced Harry,

'I reckon what's Zabini's relationship with her?" Hermione waved it off.

"Blaise Zabini is quite okay for a Slytherin. I had the same Ancient Runes with him for years. Quiet but not annoying like Malfoy," All three of them agreed that no one could be as annoying as the blonde prefect.

"Yeah, but she looks more like a Gryffindor..." Harry said, his green eyes looking outside the window, following the two figures.

(A/N: Okay. How was it? The scene where they did it too me a while, not wanting to be descriptive cos' I don't really have a clue! The rating M is just to be safe. Oh yeah, there's something wrong with my computer so I can't possibly type the next chapter then save it without my computer getting stuck. I may have to reformat my computer. Oh well, please review!)