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...

Join Me In Eternity

They were standing under the roof by the trainstation. The rain was pouring down and she could feel that Malfoy was not at all pleased.

"That idiot driver! He's late!"

She looked at a man that was selling hot dogs. She pulled on Malfoy's sleeve.

"I'm hungry. Let's buy some hot dogs."

He looked discusted by the mere thought. "You want to eat some dogs?"

She laughed and shook her head. "It's just a different name for sausages."

"Ohh..." His cheeks got slightly red. He looked over at the hot dog man. "I aint got any muggle money."

She giggled. "That's okay, I've got some."

They walked up to the man. "Two hot dogs with everything on."

"That's discusting!" Malfoy exclaimed as he saw what the man put on the sausage.

"It's not actually made out of real dogs, Draco." Ayala said with a teasing smile as she paid the man and gave him his hot dog.

"Then why would they call it dogs, then?"

She didn't really know how to answer his question so she shrugged her shoulders.

"What can I say? Muggles have twisted humor. There's a car waiting over there, is that yours?"

He looked over at the parked, black car and nodded before swallowing the sausage whole. "Yeah, that's it. Eat up, we have to get away from this rain."

Their luggage was packed inside the trunk and Malfoy held the door opened for her to step inside.

"You ride limos to get home? That is so cool."

"You like cars?" he asked as he shut the door behind them.

She nodded. "Yeah, I love them. You wouldn't happen to have a Harley Davidson, would you?"

"A Harley - what now?"

She laughed and cuddled next to him. "It's a bigger version of a motorcycle."

"Aha. Yeah, I have one of those. It flyes, though."

She shrugged her shoulders. "I hate to fly."

"Yeah, I know you do, love."

He started kissing her neck and soon, she was on her back, shirt open and him kissing her over and over.

"What if the driver..." she started.

He took out his wand and pionted at the front of the car before mumbling. "Silencio..." was all she could hear.

The black window went up and Malfoy secured her that it was silent proof. Nobody would hear her.

"I want to be inside of you." he whispered.

He lifted her skirt up and ripped off her panties. "No, you can't. Not yet."

"Fine. I won't." he promised.

He separated her legs and ripped his pants off. "Now this may hurt a little." he mumbled.

Her eyes widened and she bit her lip as he got into her from behind. "Damn, it hurts."

"Sorry. It will get easeyer after a while."

He waited for a few minutes before he started to move.

"Ohh...Draco, it hurts." she whimpered.

"I know, baby, I know."

He sat up and wrapped her legs around his waist. "Hold on to something." he warned.

He pulled allmost all the way out. And before she knew it, he slammed right back into her. Hard.

She moaned with surprise when it didn't feel so bad. Sure, it was painful, but in a good way. She moaned loudly and grabbed whatever that was close.

"Draco..." she moaned.

Without realizing it, she repeatedly hit her hand in the window, making it allmost brake.

He smiled. Damn, she was on fire today.

She moaned. Damn, he was on fire today.

"Draco, I'm gonna..."

He fastened his paste, making her scream his name as she orgasmed. A few seconds after she climaxed, he came hard inside of her.

"Whoa...Let's make this a habit." she breathed.

"Great idea, love."

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They stepped out of the car and Ayala gasped when she saw the huge mansion.

"It's beautiful, Draco." she breathed.

He loved it when she called him by his first name. It turned him on.

She took a hold of his arm. "Hold me, Draco. I don't think I can stand up."

"Why? Nervous about meeting my parents?"

She shivered as he held his arm around her waist. "I didn't even think of that. No, it's because of what we did in the car."

He smiled and nibbled on her earlobe. "You sore, baby?" he whispered.

"Yeah. Kiss and make up?"

He was quiet for a moment. Then he smiled and said, while dragging her up to him. "Yeah."

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"Relax, you'll be fine."

"Yeah right. I'm not good with parents, Draco."

He was still holding her. As they got closer to the livingroom, she could feel him stiffen and get cold.

Behind the livingroom doors were two people. A woman with dark hair, skinny body and pale face. And the other one was a man. His hair was the colour of the sun and his eyes were ice blue. But even though to an outsider he would look like an older version of Malfoy, Ayala could see that they were not alike at all. The man's eyes were cold, his lines like pure evil and those lips hid dussins of nasty comments.

"Hello Father. Mother." Malfoy greeted his parents.

His mother got up from her chair and walked over to them. "Welcome home, Draco. I've missed you. How was school?"

"Stop that smuthering, dear." Mr Malfoy said in a harsh tone.

The woman simply ignored her husband, turning towards Ayala.

"And who is your friend, Draco?"

It was quiet while Malfoy thought about what he would answer. Ayala wondered what he would answer, too. Would he say that she was his girlfrien? A friend? A girl he made a contract with?

"She's a very close friend of mine."

"Is she your girlfriend?" the mother asked.

He looked down at Ayala, who was looking like a big question mark. He smirked. "Well, I'm not sure about that...But we're getting there soon, aren't we, baby?"

She jumped as the attention was directed to her.

"Ehmm..."

The woman looked at her from her shoes to her head. "What is your intentions with my son?"

She swallowed and was about to answer when Mr Malfoy interrupted her.

"This is ridiculus! Malfoy is engaged to Miss Parkinson and no little tramp will step in and ruin the connection between the Malfoys and the Parkinsons!"

Ayala blushed. This was not as easy as she had planned. Well, yeah she was sort of a tramp. But only with Malfoy.

Oh, this man was a dumbass! She hated him allradey. Father of her master or not, she did not like him at all.

"Actually, Mr Malfoy. Draco and I are to be married. He proposed to me in the car over here and I said yes."

She could feel Malfoy stiffen and stare at her. Amazed.

"I will inform you that Miss Parkinson is an unattractive toad and your son never loved her. They were never to end up together and they never will."

Mr Malfoy rushed up to them, thunder in his face. "How dare you!" he started.

Immediatley, he stopped, like he had hit a wall. He was looking straight into her eyes and she was looking back. He saw what none of the others saw.

Her eyes were filled with irritation over his silly behavior. But there was something more. Something in his instincts that told him not to get to close to her or he would turn into a pile of ashes. She's not human. he thought.

As if she'd heard him, she gave him a deadly smirk and tilted hee head. "What's the matter, Mr Malfoy? You look a little pale."

"No, it's...nothing."

The woman smiled at Ayala. "I like her, dear. She has the sort of integrity that Pansy-girl never had. How old are you, dear?"

"Umm...s-sixteen..."

She looked up at Malfoy. "Right?"

He nodded. "Yeah, that's right."

She smiled, satisfied with her first impression.

Maybe this wasn't going to be such a horrible summer after all.

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They were standing in Malfoys room. It was very big. But it didn't look like Harry and Ron had guessed. There wasn't anything that looked like they came from a dungeon or a torture chamber. It was a normal boys room.

The walls were dark blue and there were paintings on them. Handmade paintings, so they didn't move around.

There was a balcony the size of half the room. "This is fucking amazing." she mumbled.

He came out from the bathroom. "You like?" he asked when he noticed her watching the paintings.

"Yeah." she said.

"Good, I drew them."

"Really? You should really consider going pro, baby. These are really good."

He put his arms around her waist, snuggling against her neck. "You think so?"

"Yeah, they're, like, totally artistic."

"Let's go to bed earley, love."

She sighed. "But what about dinner? You should never skip dinner."

"I don't care, let's hit the sack earley."

"But the food..."

He threw her down at his bed and got on top of her. "Screw the food." he growled.

The attempt to take her shirt off slowly, failed. He ripped it open, ruining it.

"I happened to like that shirt, Draco." she commented.

He growled again. "I'll buy you a new one. A hundred new ones."

"That's not the piont, Draco."

"Forget the bloody shirt, love."

She sighed, smiling. "You're hopless, Draco, but I still like you."

He reached for his wand and pointed it towards his desk. "Accio, lube." he mumbled.

A Small bottle of libricant flew over to his hand. He kissed her neck.

"It wont hurt as bad this time, baby."

She smiled mischeviously. "Promise?"

He gently stroke her nipples. "Promise."

She dragged him closer to him. Sucking on his earlobe, making him moan.

"That wont be neccsary, baby. It's time."

He pulled up and looked down at her. "Time?"

She was serious as she nodded. "Yeah."

He lifted her skirt up and started to undress with slow movements.

She watched and crawled upwards towards the pillows to get comfortable. "You're beautiful, you know that?"

He stopped when he was unbuckling his belt and stared at her, surprised.

"Me? Beautiful? That's a firts."

He took off his pants and crawled on top of her. "But I think I like it, coming from you."

She smirked. "Damn, you're a real charm-troll arent you?"

He nodded, trying not to laugh. Then, he started kissing her down her neck, over her breasts and around her belly button.

She closed her eyes, smiling. "That feels good, Draco. Don't stop."

"I have no intentions of stopping." he smirked.

He tickled her inner tight, but stopped when he saw a scar there.

"What's this?" he asked.

"What's what?"

He licked the scar, making her moan loudly. "This."

"Oh, that. That's nothing. Keep going."

He smiled and rested on his elbows, looking at her. "Yes, it's something. It looks like teeth marks. What happened?"

She sighed. "It's...A complicated story."

"I've got nothing but time, love..."

She sighed again and put her hands under her head. "It's a mark. She gave it to me the first time we were together."

"Wait a second, here. Take it from the top. Who is she and what do you mean together?"

She looked at him, a smile hiding in the corner of her mouth. "She was the first person I ever loved. And we were toghether when we were having sex. Clear enough for you?"

"You let her mark you?"

She put her tounge out at him. "Yeah, I did. So what? I loved her."

"Yeah, but if she's marked you...Then wouldn't this be cheating?"

"Aren't you cheating against Pansy, doing this with me? No, you're right. I was hers, body and soul."

"Was?"

She sighed. "She was the girl I killed, Draco."

"Oh..."

She sat up and he turned, resting his head in her lap. "That's not "Ohh..." That's bad. You should totally freak out. I could turn my mood around and kill you, you know."

He smirked at her. "I don't think so, Ayala. You probably killed her for a good reason."

She looked away. "The reason was good enough, the person was wrong."

"Then what happened?"

She didn't answer for a long time.

"I was...tricked...to think that she had done me wrong...You're not getting anything more out of me."

There was nothing but quiet for a long time.

He tried to change the subject, to take that sad expression off her face.

"So...You're open for marking, then?"

She stiffened for a second, then she started laughing.

"What' you wanna mark me? Isn't it enough that I'm yours next year?"

He pushed her down and got on top of her again.

"Nope. I want to keep you forever, love. But only if you let me claim you."

She smiled, lovingly. "Your wish, Draco..." she whispered seductevly.

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Awright! Don't really know what to write here. Hehehehe

Awww, chapter two all over... Ah, well, chapter three is up.

Not so sure what to call that one though...I think I'm gonna have to read it trough first.