Never have I written a whole Harry Potter story, but I thought I'd have a crack at it. I hope I do this story justice. It's an amazing series, and I recommended both the stories and the movies. Srsly. JK Rowling is the epitome of badassery, and I bow to her writing skills. That is all.
This story takes place after the war.
Evie POV
After an hour into the Defence Against the Dark Arts class, we were dismissed for lunch, at one in the afternoon, and on our way from the third floor Dueling Hall that we were in, to the ground floor Great Hall, when I was struck with a brilliant idea. After mulling over the idea, with a gleeful grin placed on my face, and I said, "Hey," absentmindedly, then grasped the cuffs of their shirts, stalling their movements, and asked, with a tilt of my head, "Are you guys especially hungry?"
They pursed their lips, noncommittally, and Draco replied, with a soft, arrogant quirk of his brow and a twitch of his perfectly-shaped lips, "Not really, love, why?"
Biting my lip, I grinned, softly, "Come with me, please? I want to show you something," and drew all four of them - Draco, Blaise, Pansy and Theo - all trailing behind me, all with matching, endearing frown atop their faces, all the way back down towards our quarters. This was going to be so much fun. After introducing Pans and Theo to a fascinated Vylet and César, and whispered the password, nudging open the wooden front door with my side, and led them into the living room. I said, pushing my hair behind my ears, "Wait here, just a second."
"Not to be an asshole," Theo commented, dryly, as he took in the decor with an appraising pucker in his brow, "But why are we here, Evie?"
"Just wait a second!," I yelled, with a clandestine roll of my eyes, as I sprinted up the stairs, and grabbed the object that I needed. Hiding it behind my back, I strolled, steadily, down the stairs, with a small, mischievous grin pitched on my face, and, immediately, I saw suspicion and cautiousness blossom in Blaise and Draco's eyes. Blaise asked, with a suspicious squint of his perfect indigo-colored eyes, "What are you up to, love?"
"Nothing.." I smirked, knowing full well that they'd be more than interested, and drawled, softly, "I, well, I guess I wanted to share something with you."
They all smiled at me, with varying degrees of appreciation pitched on their faces, and Blaise said, with love shining brightly, deeply rooted in his expression, "That's nice, mio amore, but what do you have in your hands?"
Licking my lips, worrying the pieces of flesh until they were a blushing red, out of sheer nervousness, then I held out my skateboard, expectantly, my eyes shining with anticipation and hope, then I asked, quietly, "Ride with me, please?"
Their only answer was something akin to shock and flash of anxiety that overwhelmed each of their expressions.
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"I am never doing this agai- AH!," Draco yelled as he fell off of the four-wheeled magical duplication of my own board, then he glared up at me from his spot on the dusty floor. There was no malice in his expression, but he was clearly affronted at his inability to do something. He was completely out of his comfort zone, and that frightened him, even though he would much rather die than admit his discomfort, at least around other people, at least. He might disclose his upset with Blaise and I later on tonight, when we were together, all cuddled up and warm, but here, he had to wear his Malfoy mask, the one thing in this world that I despised more than anything. He hid behind that mask, the stoic, hard setting of his eyes, the hard line that his mouth formed when he adopted the expression. All of these things were so dissimilar to the Draco that I knew and loved, and it made my heart thump just a little harder in my chest as I thought of him.
Instead of spending our spare time together out in the public eye, or curdle up in our living room, in front of the fire, secluded from the whole world, we chose a spot that was near the border of the Black Lake but also shielded from prying eyes, to give this a shot. The only way anyone would be able to see us actually having fun together was if they purposefully imposed on our time together. I knew that if there were others around, Pansy and Draco would most definitely skewer me to the floor below me with their sharp glares, and so I was glad for the seclusion that the brush offered.
Honestly, Pansy was too busy laughing her ass off to pay much attention to her surroundings, or more specifically, she did not notice the stone lodged in the floor and she, also, fell on her royal rump, ensuing laughter from Theo - who respectfully declined my request, noting that he would much rather keep his dignity than acquire the ability to keep his balance on a skateboard for longer than six seconds. There was no love lost there, I understood his circumstances. He was too cool for that, and he didn't want to make an ass of himself in front of Pansy. His pride wouldn't allow him to do so.
"Kick up," I said, for the hundredth time at a scowling, frustrated Blaise, who looked every ounce the delicious Italian he was after ridding himself of the constricting sweater, loosening his tie and running his hands through his hair, mussing the tendrils. Draco growled, and used the side of his fist to hit the floor in determination, and stood, disregarding the dust, dirt and decaying leaves that coated his back, and stepped back on my board, precariously yet filled with resolution.
I sauntered over to him, with a tender smile on my face, and said, quietly, without a smidgen of mockery or ridicule in my tone, "You can quit, if you'd like, Draco. You've only been at it for almost half an hour. You've done really well."
He glared down at me, purely out of frustration, then huffed and crossed his arms over his chest, petulantly, "I will get this before the end of luncheon."
"I'm sure," I replied, with a purse of my lips, turning back on the Veela, and faced my vampire, and saw he was becoming more comfortable in his balance on the skateboard, and commented, "Well done, Blaise, you're doing great."
I walked over towards Pansy, who was being helping her on the board by Theo, one hand on her waist, holding her close to his body, and I was surprised to see that he was still a few inches taller than her, even though she was standing on the board, and I asked, "How are you liking it, Pans?"
She trained her withering glare on me, and I saw, finally, why she was a feared Slytherin. She had one hell of a glare on her. Especially for someone so ceremonial and petite. Raising my hands in surrender, I said, calmly, "I getcha."
Stepping onto the original board, I rolled onto the balls of my feet and back again, watching over my mates and new friends. Everyone looked happy, I guess. Of course Draco was a bit miffed, but that's only because he couldn't quite get the technique down-pat, and it was bugging him. There was still an invigorated gleam in his eye, and I was glad to have been the one to put it there.
All of a sudden, Theo turned to face me, his hold loosening on Pansy, for barely a second, before she clenched her nails into his neck, and he held her tighter, with a loving smile on his face, and asked, curiously, "Hey! Evie.. Show me that trick you did before.. The Oliver?"
With a smirk, I reiterated, "An Ollie?"
Theo nodded, vehemently, his expression clear and excited - he could deny it all he wanted, he liked this piece of muggle equipment.
"Alright.. Wait," I said, and readied myself. I felt Draco and Blaise's eyes on my feet, to watch the mechanics of my body, and how I landed safely.
Exhaling, deeply, I spread my legs, bending my knees and simultaneously tightening my muscles and preparing myself for the trick. Kicking off of the floor, the wheels working against the dry, crisp floor creating friction, and almost five seconds into my steady drift, I lifted my body, and my board 6 inches off of the floor, landing without thought, and turned to face my stunned audience. With a bow, of sorts, I chuckled, then asked, "Easy.. Right?"
-0-
Strolling back 30 minutes later, back into the Dueling Hall for the remaining hour of the lesson, Draco having cleaned off his uniform, with a pout marring his gorgeous face, and Blaise's hand warm in my own. Blaise commented, "That was.. Actually a lot of fun," with a regal smile on his face, his clothing having been returned to its previous perfection, and I played with the ends of my hair, which framed my face, prettily.
"I'm glad you think so," Draco growled, sarcastic and low, his frown deepening with the spite behind his words. "It was horrendous, and I would much prefer to never have to experience it again."
I pressed a kiss to the angular sharpness of his jaw, watching it quiver in response, and said, quietly, glancing up at him through my lashes, "You wont have to again, baby. I promise."
He swallowed, suddenly, his eyes darkening with an expression of indescribable intensity, and his lips parted, as if he wanted to say something, however I glanced away, sharply, and walked into the classroom, avoiding his eyes. Taking our seats, once more, we recommenced our lesson, and unfortunately, it took a while, but Blaise was eventually called up.. To go against Draco.
Fearfully, my brow puckered as I glanced between my two mates, as they grinned at one another, playful competition shining in their eyes. As soon as they stood, Pansy and Theo shuffled into their seats, protecting me from both sides and I assumed Draco and Blaise did this so they did not have to worry so much about my safety. It was kind of stupid, because I was strong enough to care for myself, yet I guess they had gotten all ends covered. They trusted these two enough with my life, and therefore, I trusted them, too.
"It will be alright," Pansy soothed, comforting me by rubbing her hands along my arms, up and down, generating warmth between us, and I focused on that sensation, instead of the heavy discomfort that settled in my gut as I watched them saunter up towards the podium."They're both brilliant duellists."
"Who do you think is gonna come out on top, though?" Theo mused, softly, and. without delay, Pansy sent him a rather scathing glare, filled with annoyance and disapproval, to which he simply raised his large hands in surrender, and remarked, coolly, "Just wondering, is all, love."
Pansy huffed, almost inaudibly, and turned back to the duel in front of us, even though I didn't think I could stomach watching them go head to head, in such a way. There was no antagonism between them, only the friendly banter that they traded back and forth on a day to day basis. I had never seen either of them fight, especially against one another, and it made my stomach churn uncomfortably.
"Begin."
My stomach successfully nose dived towards my toes, and I clenched my eyes shut, unable to keep them open for a moment longer. There was no spoken spells, but the telltale sounds of jinxes being sent to and fro made me nauseous, and I grabbed Pansy's hand, my own shaking in fear, and tucked my face in her shoulder, hoping the sound of her steady heartbeat would coax my own into doing the same.
It didn't work.
My skin was clammy, my instincts screaming at me to get in between them and stop the fighting, even though it was only recreational, it didn't matter. They might hurt each other, and that thought brought tears to my eyes.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
It just didn't end. And it wasn't going to, either, any time soon, and once they breached the five-minute mark, both slightly out of breath, but no worse for wear, the teacher, Professor Lupin, if I wasn't mistaken, sounded off a loud klaxon, indicating that they both drew - and they returned to their seats, Pansy and Theodore scooting back to their own places, and they sauntered down to sit beside me. Blaise took my hand in his, and reassured, with a kiss to my temple, "Don't worry, mio amore, we wouldn't hurt each other. Not seriously. We were being friendly, I promise."
Mumbling, lowly, I replied, pouting, heavily, "I still don't like it."
He sighed, forlornly, and replied, "I know, I know," and hugged me, tightly to his side. My face was pressed against his chest so I didn't see the grave look they both shared between them, or the strange stares I was receiving from the Golden Trio. It wasn't like they could ever understand our relationship and they probably never would. And that was fine by me. We weren't here to be gotten, we were here, together, to love one another, and help each other through whatever turmoil we may face. Draco smirked, playfully, "Besides.. Blaise couldn't hit me if he tried."
The subject of the statement scoffed then, and shoved the blond in his shoulder, lightly, "You're on, conglione."
Conglione is Italian for 'Jerk', and Lupin is alive in my story. He's a teacher at Hogwarts, however Teddy hasn't been born.
Hi! So... I'm glad that there are so many of you that like this story. I really am shocked, but pleasantly so. Thank you. All of you. From the bottom of my heart.
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