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
"What took you so long?"
He grasped my upper arm, pulling me into a deep hug, resting his chin on the crown of my head, his blunt nails pinching into my skin, sharply, but not painfully. He didn't like leaving me alone, without protection, at least, for very long. I wasn't in any danger, but that didn't quell his abnormal, almost borderline obsessive frustrations. It was claustrophobic, sure, but it made me feel all warm and gooey inside. He cared for me, deeply, and it wasn't enough for him to, logically, know that I was safe, but I had to be with him. It was kind of crazy how nice it was to be with him, with Blaise, so closely. After a lengthy, tender embrace, Draco stepped away, and hooked his arm around my waist, and asked, "What were you talking about in there, love?"
He tugged me down the corridor, his warmth feeding into my own, leading me towards the Great Hall. In response, I shrugged, the words flittering around on my tongue, mulling over my thoughts, then I answered, pedantically, "Professor McGee says that I'm part Seer."
He froze, abruptly, and then turned his head to stare down at me, his pale brows furrowing, and a frown marring his striking features. He asked, "What makes her think that?"
"She said she could 'see' it," I replied, with a pout on my lips, and my heart constricting in my chest. After a moment, I continued, softly, "She wants to have a meeting on Saturday around ten... I'm gonna go, just to make sure I'm not going crazy."
His lips thinned out into a thin, grave line, and, as if the action physically pained him, he nodded, curtly. He licked his lips, and drew small circles on my middle, with his thumb, and asked, "Would it be alright if we join you? I.. I cant help but feel slightly perturbed by this revelation."
Nodding, minutely, I grabbed one of his large, pale hands in both of my far smaller ones and played with his fingers, watching as the Viaduct passed us by, as we swept through the ground floor, some students scurrying past us towards the Great Hall.
"Blaise is outside the Hall.. Do you want to join the rest of our school, or go back home?"
Blushing at the use of 'home', I replied, "If we go back now, I'll never want to leave, so no, let's go to the Hall.. If you don't mind?"
He grinned, wolfishly, and picked up the pace, slightly, and we arrived at the Hall quicker than I had initially thought.
"Blaise!," I exclaimed, kissing my Italian prince on his cheek, and grasped both of my mate's hands, and tugged them into the Great Hall. He chuckled at my antics, and led me to the Slytherin table, and he asked, "How was your last lesson?"
"It was.. Fun. I liked doing something for myself, you know," and I sat down, and reached out for a hearty scooping of shepherd's pie, smothered with gravy along with a cup of smooth pumpkin juice. I bit into a small forkful of food, inciting Blaise and Draco to begin eating, also.
"So you like having independence, then?"
Nodding, happily, I felt my smile widen at his recognition, and replied, seriously, "I guess it's harder for me to rely on you two too much, because I feel like I'm being.. Like I'm not being myself."
He nodded, contentedly, a smidgen of his white, squared teeth peeking from his lip, and he quirked his brow at me, minutely, indicating that I should get back to eating something.
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"That was delicious," I sighed, my breath puffing out in front of me, visibly, my long sleeved cardigan having been drawn over my shoulders mere moments after stepping out into the Quad. Blaise and Draco thought it was too cold for me to be out right now, but I wanted to enjoy the British weather, the ups and downs, while I could.
"C'mon," I cried, "I want to go for a walk, please?"
Blaise pursed his lips, momentarily, before reaching into the bottom of his bag, and said, "Wear this, then," and handed me the same thick, over-sized olive sweater from Sunday night, and I pulled it over my head, feeling the warmth immediately encase my being, as well as a pair of expensive looking mittens.
"Help me?," I sighed, not being able to close the second pair of mittens if the first was closed. My brows were drawn together, in annoyance, and he smirked, pressing his thumb between them, and said, "Stop worrying, mio amore. Come here," and he fastened up the second knot quickly, without hesitation. He hooked his arm around my waist, and Draco held one of my hands, and tucked it into the deep pocket of his knee-length thick black trench coat. Where did he even get this from?
I fisted the back of Blaise's form-fitting coat in my hand, and they led me around the campus grounds until the sun had completely pierced the skyline and the darkness swallowed up our surroundings.
"Let's get back, love," Draco sighed, pushing off of the small podium that we were reclining on, sharing stories of our childhood together, and acting like a real couple.
Well, a couple, that included three people, I guess. A triple? Oh I don't know.
Agreeing with him, he helped me off of the platform, and made sure I was steady before they both walked me back to our quarters, an identical, content smile on both of their faces.
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"Tonight was amazing," I gushed, removing the sweater, and caught it on the back of a metal hook in the foyer. I turned to my mates, and kicked off my shoes, tucking them in the little cubby shoe-rack by the door; a feature that I needed in the house, otherwise I would lose all of my shoes. Draco smirked, unwrapping his scarf from around his neck, and said, "We aim to please, love.. Are you warm enough?"
"Yeah.. I think so, but I'll turn on the fireplace just in case," I commented and skipped over to the aforementioned aspect, and waved my wand, hearing the roar of the fire respond, strongly. I felt hands cup my hips, seductively, and I hiccupped, in shock, at the touch.
Blaise growled, lowly, in my ear, "You look gorgeous in front of the flames," and caused the hair on my arms to stand on end. His tone was husky and deep, making my insides churn in anticipation. I turned in his arms, and stared up into those indigo orbs, seeing the flames reflected in them. I rolled up onto my tiptoes and pressed a chaste kiss on his lips, grasping the hair at the base of his neck, and tugged him closer to me, with nothing but urgency in my actions.
Draco whined, the sound muted in his chest, and joined us, quickly, throwing his coat over the singlet couch, and he hooked his hands on my waist, replacing Blaise's hungry ones, which had taken to running through my hair, making me sigh in response. Draco nipped and bit at the expanse of skin at my neck, moving my hair out of the way, triggering substantial bruises to rise to the surface.
"You're beautiful," he sighed against my skin, and he manoeuvred us so we were seated in the three-seated sofa. Blaise was nestled between my legs, mine wrapped around his waist, my skirt barely covering my lady bits, and one of his feet on the floor. Draco was on his knees behind me, tightening his grip on my body, angling me in the way that he wanted, and I couldn't stop myself from grinding into Blaise's abdomen.
A sharp intake of breath was heard, then, and I smirked, languorously, feeling the euphoria blossom inside of my body.
"Draco, reign it in," Blaise commented, humorously, "She's not all here."
Immediately, the singeing heat that ghosted over my skin disappeared, and I could see again. Draco shrugged, embarrassedly, and I grinned at his awkwardness. Craning my neck, I turned to Draco, and pressed a less-than-innocent kiss to his lips, which included a little more tongue than usual, feeling his arousal ignite, immediately. Sitting up, realising that what I was about to say was penultimate to our relationship. It was a step in the right direction, and I felt glee and anticipation swell in my gut.
Excitedly, I arched my back, and ran my fingers through Blaise's hair, hearing him groan in an automatic reaction, and I whispered in his ear, perfectly aware that Draco could hear me.
"I'm ready."
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It's been a while. I won't ever wait as long as I have to update; my exams are around the corner, and it's been very stressful.
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