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One day when I got home from uni, Draco gave me a surprise. Out of the blue, he said "So have you heard from the rest of your fanfic people?"

I shook my head. "Not since they sent the wands through. Why would I?"

Draco smirked devilishly. "Because I worked out a way to cross between worlds. I'd just love to introduce you to my family and friends."

I shivered at the thought of that. "Um," I said hesitantly, "When you say family..."

"My parents. That's it." Draco said, guessing my thoughts. "You don't have to get all worked up. If it's my father you're worried about, he won't touch you while I'm around. And Mother just wants me to be happy."

"We would come back, right?" I asked.

"Maybe. Maybe not. I might well cross between worlds all the time, some time with you, some time in my world. You don't have to."

I nodded. "Is this in the world J.K Rowling created, or mine?" I asked.

Draco thought for a moment. "A bit of both." he said finally. "We're all eighteen – those of us that were in seventh year during the last one. But if you haven't killed off characters, they might well be hanging around somewhere."

I nodded, but inside I was squealing. If that was true, I might get a chance to meet the remaining Marauders. Two of my top five characters! I just couldn't NOT adore Sirius, and I just wanted to give Remus a hug.

But then...I was going to be with Draco, not the trio. So unless we were going back into third year, I wasn't going to be able to meet them any time soon. Even if we did, I'd prefer to perform that hug when they were still in school. Or at least before Sirius was in Azkaban, or a fugitive on the run believed to be after Harry, or just gone. And Remus would be a teacher by then!

Draco read my expression. "Honestly, you have a face like an open book, you know that?" he teased. "You've got several people from my world you want to meet, and you probably can't, because you'll be with me." He smirked. "So, who are they?"

"You don't know all of them properly." I mumbled. "Even though your mom is a cousin of one of them."

Draco got it straight away. "Oh, you're talking about Sirius Black, right? Yeah, he was locked in Azkaban when I was a little kid. We didn't associate with him anyway. Blood traitor. I guess that's why you like him so much." After seeing the movies, he'd known the truth about Sirius, but that didn't mean anything to him.

I scowled. "No, I like him because he's smart, funny, friendly, loyal, and when he was my age, I heard that he could have his pick of all the girls."

"Not my girl!"

"Draco, don't get all jealous without reason. I know I'm your girlfriend. Sirius is like thirty-something anyway. But I'd still love to meet him."

"Well, you won't get to. So is his book-version like he was in the movies?"

I shook my head. "Way better. Well, he was a little bit weird just after getting out of Azkaban, and that was played up a bit, but as you saw in the movies, he was an amazing godfather to Harry. You just got to see more of that demonstrated in the books, and he was more interesting by far."

Draco shrugged. "Speaking of which, are you hoping to meet Potter and his friends? Cause I can't just walk up to them and say 'hey guys, meet my girlfriend, she's wanted to talk to you, okay, bye'. We're not on the best of terms."

I shrugged. "So if people are alive, will Bellatrix be around?" Bellatrix was one crazy bitch and I definitely did not want to see her. She died in the last book, but if people that would have died were around, then that made her still there. I mean, she killed Sirius, tortured Hermione...the list goes on. I might have been a pureblood, but as she'd killed her own cousin, that wasn't a comforting thought.

Draco shrugged. "Even if Aunt Bellatrix is around, I'm not having you meet her. She's not quite as controlled as my parents."

"Crazy. She and Voldemort really need to get laid together." I muttered. I was sure that Ms Lestrange was more in love with her master than her husband. Draco heard me.

"What?"

"Nothing." I said quickly. "Will Voldemort be there?" Another one I hoped not to see.

"I hope not."

I sighed. "Right." I said. "So how are you getting me into your world?"

Draco paused for a long time before he answered. "It's...complicated." he finally said. "Okay, let me ask. Would you rather know how you're getting there and possibly be traumatized, or just find yourself waking up there one morning?"

What kind of a question was that? Come to think of it, what kind of a question was my answer? "When you say waking up there, how much time do I have before you introduce me to your parents?"

"We-ell," Draco admitted. "I would be bringing you to Malfoy Manor. But I'd give you as much time as I could. I can bring up some robes and stuff for you to wear when you meet them. Be sure to have your wand with you."

"Right." I nodded. "Well, since I'm not a fan of trauma, I'll take the second option. But when are we going?"

Draco smirked. "Trust me, if I told you, you wouldn't get any sleep, and seeing as you have to fall asleep here and wake up there, that wouldn't be ideal. I'm deliberating between tonight, or some night within the next week. "

I rolled my eyes. "OK, I won't ask you again. So, what do you want to do this evening?"

"Watch a movie, or something." Draco said. "I'm kind of in the mood. We haven't watched any movies since we got through my school life."

"Okay, what about a horror movie?" I suggested, holding up Scream, my favourite horror movie.

We watched it curled up together. When my cellphone rang halfway through, I stiffened and felt Draco's arm around me tighten momentarily before we paused the film and I answered the phone. I'm just glad that it wasn't a guy asking me if I liked scary movies, or what my favourite was.

I never really had trouble sleeping after watching horror films. When we got to bed, I would've slept easily if Draco hadn't been in a particularly lustful mood.

"Stop it." I whispered as he kissed most of my exposed skin, making me gasp when he kissed a particularly sensitive spot on the side of my neck. He ignored me.

"I'm too tired for this." I insisted.

"You like it, I can tell." Draco muttered huskily, continuing, now running his hands over me skilfully, knowing exactly where to add pressure and where to simply trace to get the reaction he wanted.

"Just cause I like it doesn't mean I wouldn't like it a lot more when I'm not exhausted." I answered, not wanting to deny his claim (partly because it was perfectly true), and trying to make a better argument.

"I'm not making you do anything." Draco argued back between heated kisses.

"You're doing things to me."

"That you enjoy."

"Why is it that you can never keep your hands off me?"

Draco had his most mischievous smile on his face. "Maybe it's because you look all innocent and demure when we're out..." - he cut off to place a kiss just above where my nightgown started, below my collarbone, which made me gasp and sigh - "But whenever we're in your bed...well, you say that I'm the one who isn't shy, but your reactions show me that there's a little slut trying to get out." He saw my face darken, and added "You know as well as I do that I'm counting it as a good thing. I like that you're Little Miss Sweet and Innocence at any other time – it makes you that much sexier when we're alone together. But come on – you know that I like that type that loves taking what I choose to give."

"We can make out any time!" I argued. "Please let me sleep."

Draco pulled back for a moment and then said "I've got a deal. I'll let you sleep tonight, but the next time I want you, you don't argue."

I surveyed him carefully, staring straight into those silver eyes. And I nodded.

I slept easily that night.

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