Authors note: I just love Harry Potter, don't you? I've been thinking of this story for over a week now and I decided to write it and publish it for you guys to read.
P.S If you don't like the mixin with outside people or Harry Potter for that matter...then do not read this!
Explanation: You know in Quidditch, those red balls that chases after the players. Are they called Dodgers or Blodgers? I'll go with Blodgers, just do you guys know.
Disclaimer:I do not own any of these characters, nor do I own the books or anything. I just own this story .
Don't wake me up yet...
Be Mine
"Those careless games, I just don't understand them."
Ayala muttered something that they were all happy they couldn't make out. She was sitting in a chair with her back towards the room and her arms holding the back of the chair.
Suddenly she twitched.
"Aow! Watch what you're doing, you old hag!"
For that comment, the school nurse made it extra rough. "Aoooow!"
"That's what you get from pulling a stunt like that. You're a witch, dear, you're not immortal...Jumping straight into the air like that. I'll tell you, back in my days..."
"I don't care, just finish it!"
She sneered at her and pulled. "AOOOWW!"
"All done. Avoid lying still for too long. You can go now." she spat and walked away.
Hermione helped her with her shirt and they left the hospital wing.
"You shouldn't have teased her."
"Do I look like I give a damn?"
"No."
"Then shut the hell up with your comments."
They sighed. This was going to be a long night.
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"Screw this!" she exclaimed and stood up.
They looked at her.
"Your back hurts?"
She put her hands on her back for support, like a pregnant lady. She sighed. "Yeah, it's killing me." She walked on and off for hours untill it was time to go to bed.
Of course, Ayala couldn't go to bed. That would hurt her back even more.
"Why don't you go and take a relaxing bath? You can use the prefect's bath, I'll give you the password." Hermione proposed.
She tilted her head and thought about it before she shrugged her shoulders. "Sure. Thank you."
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She let her body sink down into the water. "Ahh..."
The bubbles smelled lovely. They were pink and blue and white. Reminded her of the baths she used to take when she was younger.
Without a warning, she gave up a short shreik. Something came out from her back. Two, black wings. She sighed and started washing them, gently massaging the soap into the feathers. She had almost broke them at the root. They were big. Really big. But not as big as the other's in her family. She had the smallest set of wings of them all. But after all, she wasn't fully grown yet, was she.
If she stood up they would reach to the ceiling while the tip of the feathers would reach the floor. But not nearly as big as her uncles.
"I really wish I could be strong and powerful like them...It's a secret so don't tell anybody 'kay?" she smiled at the mermaid painted at the glass window.
As she finished washing her wings, she made them dissapear back into her back again. Just as she'd done that, she heard the door open and turned around.
Malfoy looked back at her. He looked rather surprised to see her. But instead of turning and walking away, he dropped the towel around his waist.
She quickly looked away before she could manage to see anything. He slided into the water. "This is nice, isn't it?"
She turned back to him. His arms were resting at the edge. There was like a seat in the tub. You could just sit there it was high enough to make sure your head was above water.
"What the hell are you doing? Get out."
He sighed, put some bubbles in his hand before blowing them away. "Such harsh words from such a pretty mouth."
He looked straight at her. "Are all americans as rude or is it just you?" This made her blush and she looked away.
"Just you, then?" She bit her lower lip before looking back to him. "Get out, Malfoy."
He shook his head. "I just came here to take a bath. I can do that, you know. I'm a prefect and I may come to the prefects bath to bathe. But you're no prefect, so I ask myself...What are you doing here?"
She pretended she didn't hear him. "So, I won the quidditch game for you. The contract is over."
When she heard him laugh, she quickly looked at him. "What's so funny?" He smirked at her. "To take my place in the game was no part of the contract, whatsoever." "But, Snape said..." She stopped when she realized what had happened. He had fooled her. He knew nothing of the contract, he just used her. And she had willingly went along with it.
Malfoy smiled. "You're really stupid, aren't you?" She splashed water at him. "I am not stupid! Tell me what you want me to do and let's get it over with quickly!"
He whiped the water off his face. "Well, Ayala...It's very simple. What I want is..."
He took a hold of her chin and dragged her face closer to himself. "You.." Her eyes widened. Her? He wanted her? She had agreed to this? Oh, she was stupid! She had simply agreed to anything he wanted, no questions asked.
"Dammit..." she mumbled.
He realised she remembered and smiled at her. She looked at him with angry eyes.
"Fine, I'm yours. What, you don't have enough people hanging around you, Malfoy?"
His grip of her chin hardened and he held up a finger. "Rule number one: Never call me Malfoy again."
She smirked. "What do you want me to call you? Master, Sir, My Lord?"
He waved with his hand as if her question annoyed him. "Idon't care what you call me, just never call me Malfoy again." She nodded that she agreed to this. He now held up two fingers. "Rule number two: You shall do whatever I want, whenever I want." Her eyes widened and he haistly added. "But I will never order you to do anything embarrassing in public."
He released his grip on her chin and she sat next to him, holding an arm over her chest.
"Fine. But I'm telling you right now, sir. You'll have a tough time making me do whatever you say."
He smirked. He liked it when she called him Sir. It sounded seductive coming from her. "That's okay. I allways like a good fight. Just don't embarrass me in public, will you."
She smiled mischeviously. "Sure, whatever you say."
He looked down at the arm covering her breasts. All the bubbles in the tub were allmost gone now. He turned a little towards her. "What kind of lipstick do you use?"
She stared at him? His question had more than surprised her. "I...I don't use lipstick..."
He let a finger stroke her lips. "I knew it...You're all natural, arent you?"
Thank God, that's why he had asked about the lipstic. She had heard rumors going around school about her having implants, botox in her face and all sorts of surgery. "You shouldn't listen to rumors like that. They're all bullshit."
Her master laughed. "You should hear some of them. Most of them are ridiculous."
She smiled and tilted her head. "Did you hear the one where my boobs exploded?"
"No, that was actually going around?" "Yep, you bet."
Nobody could imagine her surprise when he suddenly grabbed her and pushed his lips against hers, making her separate them with his warm tounge.
She was pushed towards him and she sat in his lap with her legs on each side. He could feel her nipples against his collarbones. That made his whole body react and he broke the kiss, gasping.
"You're a virgin, right?"
"Umm...Yeah, why?"
Great, just great! A virgin was getting him hot and flustered. And he couldn't just take her, right here and now. He had more integrity than that. Sadly enough.
Then, he got an idea. He gave her an intense look. "How long can you hold your breath under water?"
She tilted her head, her lips even redder from the kissing. "My record is fifteen minutes. Why?"
He leaned closer to her, sucking on her bottom lip. "How about making my first wish come true?"
She leaned over and nibbled on his earlobe. "And what would my masters first wish be?" she whispered. He smiled and actually giggled a bit as she let her tounge tickle his neck.
"Make me come..." he whispered.
She sat up straight. Looked at him for a minute. Then, she smirked and nodded. "As you wish, Sir."
She turned away from him and dived into the water. No matter how hard he looked he couldn't see her anywhere. "Can you see her?" he asker the picture of the mermaid. Then he smiled at himself. "Don't be silly, the painting wont answer you. But where the hell did she g-oooh!" He allmost jumped where he sat.
He felt a hand holding his hip and a pair of lips kissing his manhood. A small hand came up, stroking his well-built chest before slipping two fingers into his mouth. He gently sucked on them.
She had snuck up at him. And now she was driving him crazy with that mouth of hers. He moaned loudly when she swalloved him whole.
"Ayala...God, you're good at this..."
Ayala let her tounge tickle the tip. She could hear him moan and she smiled, relaxed her throat and sucked him hard.
He bent his head backwards as he grabbed the edge of the tub so that his hands whitened. "Gods!" He felt like he was about to come at any second. Damn, this girl was good. A master in the art of tounge. God, he was going to...
"Mwhaa!..."
After a few seconds of heavy breathing, Ayala slowly came back up, triumph glowing in her eyes. "Did I please you, Master?"
She smiled at him and he smiled back, dragging her closer by grasping her hair. "You're a winx, you know that?"
He never gave her a chance to answer. He kissed her. Hard and passionate.
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Harry sat between Hermione and Ron when Ayala came in through the doors. "Wow, she actually got up in time to eat breakfast."
Hermione struck her elbow in his side. "Harry." He laughed. "Sorry." Ron stood up and waved at her to come and join them. She was walking towards them, smiling. "Is your back okay?"
She stopped by them and nodded. "Yeah it's better now." Ron looked up at her as they made room for her to sit. "So the bath helped?"
She blushed at the thought of the night before. "Yeah, it was a really good bath."
Harry moved aside. "Come, sit here." he offered, smiling at her.
Before she could sit down, a dark shadow stopped behind her. "Good morning, Ayala. Come sit with me, will you?" Ron bit his lower lip and Harry protested. "You're not the boss of her, Malfoy. She can sit wherever she wants to."
Ayala turned her face and her dark, purple eyes met his ice blue. "No, that's allright, Harry. I'll go and sit with him today."
They saw Malfoy offer her his arm and nobody could imagine the surprise in their eyes when she took it.
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"You're being too obvious, Malf...Sir."
He smirked and stopped. "What on earth do you mean?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Well, everybody is staring at us. They're gonna think we're dating."
He continued walking and she followed, his arm holding her waist tightly in a obsessive way. "I don't really care what everybody else thinks."
She looked over at the Slytherin table. Pansy Parkinson glared at her, her eyes full of hate. Everybody knew that Pansy and Malfoy were engaged to be married once they hit the right age. And everybody also knew that Malfoy hated Pansy and her so called love for him.
"I don't want to sit by your table, Malfoy. Pansy is glaring at me."
He could hear her fear towards his fiancé. That's why she hadn't even noticed when she'd called him by last name.
He decided to let that one go and leaned over and gently blew in her ear, nibbling her earlobe. "Don't worry about her, love. She's not gonna touch you, I wont let her."
She tilted her head so that he had to look at her. "She is a girl, sir. Even if you choose to deny it. A girl can be truly cruel to other girls. Trust me, I know by experience."
He stopped their paste and walked in another direction. "Very well, You won't have to sit by her. The other end is empty, let's sit there."
She felt like the whole great hall had gotten quiet, including the teachers table and was now staring at them. Malfoy didn't seem to care as he sat down with his legs on the bench. Alaya sat down with her legs on eachside and he put his legs over hers. "Just to make sure you don't change your mind." he said with a glittery smile.
He nodded toward the table that were filled with sweets and all sorts of eatable things. She stared at him. "What, you want me to feed you?" "That would be nice, thank you for offering."
"You're so cheap." she teased as she picked up a nougat ball and reached it towards his mouth. He was about to take a bite when she took it back and, with a teasing smile took a smill bite for herself before giving him the other half. "Tricky, you are. Teaser."
People werent staring as much anymore. Wasn't paying as much attention to them. And they didn't notice. Malfoy was really enjoying himself. What a nice bargin he'd made when he made her take that oath. He found himself liking her more and more for every minute that went on. She was smart, beautiful and she had a sense of humor. And she was oh, so sexy. And she gave the best blowjobs in the friggin world. She had given him several ones last night. She had this ability to make him excited time after time after time. Over and over again.
"Dammit." he muttered.
She looked up at him. She'd been eating her breakfast while he had been lost in his thoughts. "What?"
He took a lock of her hair and held it. "I was thinking about last night. How you stopped me on my way back to my chambers. That banister is marked forever in my mind."
She blushed. "Well, so is Dumbledores seat."
His eyes widened. "That was what that chair was? I though you said it was a bench." He looked over at the headmaster. "If he only knew..." he mumbled. She laughed.
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"You're so beautiful..." he mumbled.
He had pushed her down so he was lying on top of her on the bench. They were alone in the great hall. Or so they thought. Suddenly they could hear Mcgonegall's upset voice. "Are you absolutely sure, Albus?"
"They're gonna hear us..." Ayala mimed. He shook his head and kissed her neck, letting his hand glide down her legs and up under her skirt. He felt her smooth inner thights and tickled them with his fingers before he let his hand slide in under her panties.
"I am absolutely sure, Minerva. She is the one I suspected she was."
Ayala's eyes widened and Malfoy's eyes shone with triumph as her eyes started shine with pleasure. "Mhm..." He kissed her and put his hand over her mouth, making her keep quiet.
They could see a pair of legs under the table, on the other side. Ayala would know them anywhere. They belonged to no other than Severus Snape. Ayala moaned behind Malfoy's hand. He smiled at her and fastened his paste.
"If it is her, Albus. Then what on earth is she doing here?" Snape asked.
They could hear how someone stood to his feet. "I don't know, Severus. I truly don't. But there must be some sort of reason. Either she is working for Voldemort..."
Hagrid stood up, they could hear his high voice protesting loudly. "She 'asnt got a bad bone in 'er 'ole body, sir! I assure you of that. She is the most kindest person in the world!"
"Yes, Hagrid we know that she is very kind. She has a good heart, I am sure of that."
"For God's sake, she is a Dark Angel! Those would never work with anybody that wasn't more powerful, and there is nobody in this world that can outmatch them in power, but she is a Dark Angel nevertheless! She works for evil!"
Hagrid protested again. "Ayala aint' evil! She wouldn't harm a fly!"
Malfoy stopped what he was doing. Ayala looked at Snapes legs as they walked towards the teachers table. "Mmph!"
He woke up from the chock, looked down at Ayala who was a pile of desire. He couldn't deny her anything and he wouldn't give what he had just heard one thought.
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She splashed water at them.
Hermione, Ron and Harry looked at her, with smiles on their faces. "Sometimes you just can't act your age, can you?" Harry said.
She was bathing in the little lake with only a black t-shirt and a pair of blue boxers. "I'm just cooling down, guys! Come on in, the water's great!"
"No way."
Suddenly, someone came walking towards them. Where they were was like a miniature valley. The place couldn't be seen neither from the school or the yard.
"Have you seen Alaya?"
"Why, has she run away from you, Malfoy?" Harry mocked him.
He sneered at them. "We were supposed to do this essay together. As you know we were all divided into groups and she and I made one group. Where is she?"
He heard a splashing sound and a klinging laughter. He looked down and saw her. He hissed at her. "This is where you are? You were supposed to help me with this."
She stood up so that the water reached to her waist. "You'd rather have me sitting next to you watching while you write the essay? Weren't you the one bragging about how good grades you have?"
"Get up or I'll come and get you myself."
Without thinking twice, she walked up shook her head so that the water from her hair sprikled all over them. Then, she sat down in the grass, and offered him to sit down with her.
It took a few minutes but after a while, they all got started. "This is the one I have some difficulty solving."
Alaya threw herself on her back and squirmed on the grass, stretching like a cat. "Read the question."
"Well, it says "Explain what Mitosis abilitys are" simple as that."
Hermione looked up. "Oh, we have problem with that one, too. Personally, I think that Mitosis is some type of mushroom."
"I'm not sure, but isn't Mitosis something that grows in the muggle world?" Harry said.
"Yeah, it is. I had that question once when I was visiting a muggle school." Ayala said with her eyes closed.
They were now all looking at her. "And what was it?" Malfoy asked.
She blinked a couple of times before resting her elbow on the grass and supporting her head with her hand.
"I don't know, I forgot to ask."
They all sighed and continued writing their essays.
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"What did you write on question five?" Malfoy asked Hermione.
"Mandrake juice." she answered.
"So it wasn't mandrake leaves?"
"No"
"You sure?"
"Pretty much."
And there were nothing but silence again. Malfoy looked down at Ayala. She had fallen asleep not one hour ago. And he was still sitting here being nice to her friends. This was so beneath him. But he felt he had to behave around Alaya. He knew she loved her friends.
Her best friends.
He looked up. "How do you know Alaya?" he wondered.
They stared at him for a couple of minutes. Then they looked at eachother. "Actually...I don't really rmember how we met..." Harry slowly said.
It was obvious that this had never ocurred to them before.
"She was just...here, you know. She was just here and she was our friend..." Hermione mumbled.
"I can't really remember if she ever really arrived here. It just feels as if she's allways been here."
Harry protested. "But we know she hasn't allways been here, don't we? I mean, there must be sometime when she came here and met up with us...right?"
They got quiet. Nobody said anything. It had never really crossed their minds to think about this. She had just been here and a good friend of theirs. Ron shook his head roughly. "I don't like to think about this. It gives me a headache."
"Me, too." Harry and Hermione agreed.
Like something kept them from thinking in that direction. Malfoy noticed it, too. As soon as he tried remembering the day she came to school, his head seemed to split open.
So they werent as close as he had thought. He knew her secret and they didn't.
"Why?" Ron wanted to know.
"Huh? Wha?"
"Why do you wonder?And why are you looking so pleased?" Hermione asked.
"None of your buisness, filthy little mudblod." he spat at her.
She jumped. "That was one step too far, Malfoy!" Harry exclaimed and stood up.
"Hmnn..." Ayala woke up and looked at them. She looked annoyed. "Don't mess with my friends or you will never be touching me again, is that understood?"
Malfoy actually stopped his nasty looks at them as he put his hands in his pockets. "Sorry, then." he muttered.
Ayala turned to look at Harry and the others. "You should probably go now. I wish to have a talk with this young man here."
As soon as they were gone she took a hold of his shoulders. "What the hell are you doing, man? They're my friends, and you may not speak to them like that!" She turned towards a cliff and walked to the edge. He followed and grabbed her wrist. "I said I was sorry, didn't I? And by the way, they're not my friends so why should I be nice to them?"
She looked angry now. "Exactly how thick is that blonde head of yours?"
His grip hardened. "And exactly what are you, Ayala? Where are you from, anyway? And what was that talk from the teachers about you being a Dark Angel?"
She had stiffened at his words. She seemed to be thinking about his questions. Then suddenly, her eylids shut half the way and she looked seductively at him.
He let go of her wrist an she put her hand on his shoulders and started pushing him backwards.
"Draco..." she whispered with a sexy tone.
"Y-yes?" he studdered.
She leaned forward. "You're all wet..." she whispered.
He woke up from her charm. "Huh? No, I'm not."
She smiled at him before she gave him a slight push. "Whaaa!"
"Splash!"
She laughed at him. He tried to swim towards shore. But he was wearing to much clothes and he started to sink. Was this her plan? Was she going to kill him for knowing her secret?
Suddenly, he felt someone dragging him upwards. And before he knew it, he was on shore.
"You pushed me!" he shouted.
She smirked at him. "We're even."
"I'm all wet!"
Again, she smirked. "Told you."
"You're such a bitch, Alaya. How am I supposed to get dry?"
She sighed and pointed towards the treebranches. "You can simply strip for me and hang them up for the sun to dry them." She seemed to enjoy the thought of him stripping for her and she made herself comfortable on the grass to watch him.
The slytherin actually blushed. "You're wet, too." he commented. "Oh? So I am." Without hesitation, she stripped and hung her clothes up in the tree.
"Your turn, baby." she said where she was sitting with nothing but the blue boxers.
He blushed again and started taking off his robes.
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"Come on, lie still."
"No, stop it. That tickles!"
The wind was slowly blowing, making their clothes wave at them. Malfoy was lying on her belly, tickling her breasts with a grass straw.
"You're so beautiful." he said.
She smirked where she was lying, with her arms behind her head and her hair spread out like a gloria around her head. Her hair was the same colour as her eyes. He looked up at her profile. Her cheeks were red and her lips were the same from hard kisses. His revenge for her pushing him into the water.
She was just beutiful. He imagined being with her every day for the rest of his life. Would she make every day like this? Filled with arguments and mental fights between them. Would she be as passionate? Would she still be the best in the world on giving mindblowing blowjobs? And would he still feel like giving her pleasure with his hands and his tounge?
He just loved to go down on her. The sounds she made. The sound she made as she moaned his name was the best in the world.
My God, was he falling for her?
Well, if he was, he wouldn't really mind. She would be an excelent partner. But he didn't really know that yet, did he? She was a virgin, a bloody virgin. And still, she could drive him crazy by just looking at him.
"I want to be inside of you." he declared.
He could feel her stop breathing and for a moment, she got stiff again.
Then she kept breathing as she relaxed. "Not yet. It's not the time."
He rested his elbows on the grass on each side of her waist and looked at her. "What is that supposed to mean? That sort of sounded like a prediction to me."
She sighed. "If you want me so badly, why don't you just order me to let you come inside. You know I have to follow your orders."
He gave her a angry kiss. "I would never do that. Cause that would be rape. And I never would want to hurt you."
She smirked at him and wiggled her hips, making his eyes widen with passion and desire.
"Not even a little? Just a little bit?" she asked.
He leaned closer, as if he was going to kiss her. "Well...That depends, dosen't it?"
She blushed. "Yeah, it does."
"What you doin' this summer?"
She looked up at him, her eyes still full with passion. Now, she was lying on his belly, her chin resting on her folded arms.
"Umm...Why?"
He smiled. Oh, how she loved that smile he saved for her.
"Well, you do know that no students are still at school during summer break, right? I'm going home. Don't you have a family to go home to?"
Her eyes suddenly darkened, but it wasn't with passion. It was with something else, but it dissapeared so quickly he couldn't tell what it was. She turned her head away.
"I can't go there."
"Why? They're not home?"
She smiled but didn't look at him.
"No, they're allways there...I'm just not...welcome there anymore."
He sat up, supported by his elbows. "Why? Did something happen?"
She was quiet for so long he thought that either she hadn't heard him or she just didn't want to answer. But finally, she talked again, her voice sounding sad.
"Someone I loved got killed..."
"Oh? Who was he?"
She let her head rest against his chest.She could feel the rythm of his heart and he laid back down.
"She was my...best friend...It was all a mistake, what got her killed...A big mistake..."
"Who killed her?"
He had no idea how to react when she turned her face towards him, looking at him with a sad and harsh smile.
"I did."
He stared at her. She'd said it so easely, like it was no big deal. Like it didn't matter. But he could see it in her eyes that it wasn't nothing. It was a painful memory.
"You..."
"Killed her. Killed her and killed her good."
He didn't know how to take this information. The girl he could imagine himself with in the future had just dropped this bombshell on him. Killed someone? She'd killed someone? Her best friend.
"Well...If you can't go home this summer, you're welcome to join me..."
She didn't answer so he continued.
"Of course the summer is not a part of the contract, so you're pretty much free to do as you wish as we get there."
She smiled and nodded. "I would be delighted to see your house, Sir."
"Really? Great, so we'll be off at six the morning before summer break."
She nodded. "Okay."
"Once we get there, can I get inside of you?"
She laughed. "I told you it wasn't the time yet, Mylord. You're as stubborn as a teenager."
He smirked and dragged her up to his face. "I am a teenager, love. Now kiss me."
She giggled. "As you wish, Mylord."
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"Promise to write." Hermione ordered.
Harry and Ron were fighting with the girls luggage.
"I promise to write you a bloody essay if you let go of my arm."
She let go of her friend and Ayala noticed she had tears in her eyes. She immediatley felt guilty.
"Hermione, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...Ompff!"
Hermione threw herself into her arms. "I'm going to miss you, Ayala!"
"Umm...Hermione..."
She sighed and gave up, smiled and hugged the smaller girl. "I'll miss you, too, Hermione."
She gave Harry and Ron a big hug and a kiss each. "Malfoy is glaring at us. Are you sure you should ride with him?"
"Yeah, it's allright. Don't worry about me, you guys. He is nothing but nice to me."
"Malfoy - nice? Since when?" Ron spat.
She sneered at them. "See you when summer ends. Bye."
They looked after her as she dragged her luggage that was floating in the air.
"She's doomed." Ron sighed.
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Okay, so far so good. Don't really know what to call the next chapter. Think I gotta read it over first.
Well it'll be right up .