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 recommend 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

Draco POV

"Sweet Salazar, she's beautiful," Blaise whispered, and brushed his fingers against her pale cheeks, while I did the same with her thin fingered hands.

Ever since I smelt her sinfully enticing scent from our third floor bedroom, I had lost any control I may have had before over my own body. I had been working completely on autopilot, and I hadn't even realised I had her weightless form in my arms, until I had her in the safety of my room. My eyes had long shifted in hue, from the usual ice-blue to the animalistic, frightening amber-yellow, my claws had sheathed and my fangs hung over my rosy bottom lip, like that of a sabre-toothed tiger, stalking its prey.

Blaise had been so weak that he could barely move, but I knew that once he was in her presence, his inner beast would break through, and regenerate his energy source, and it had. He had come close to taking a chunk out of her neck, but I stopped him - he would never have forgiven himself. His skin looked less sullen and held more of the tanned, healthy glow it had before, and his eyes, still just as mischievous, were shining an intimidating red, instead of the striking indigo that we all knew and loved, conveying the deep, instinctual possessiveness that he was feeling.

"She is, isn't she," I paused, and sniffed her skin, lightly, "She's a true blessing."

He glanced down at me, and smirked, his shorter, sharper fangs protruding, attractively. I quashed the urge to lean up and kiss him, simply because my more impulsive desires were to protect my now-unconscious mate. There was only one reason why I wasn't downstairs, right now, ripping into my father, was because her breathing, no matter how faint, was still going strong, and I had to hold onto that. I didn't want leave her, and have her wake up without me by her side. I kissed her knuckles, briefly, and tasted something I could only associate with heaven.

Blaise did the same on her temple, and I heard his sudden intake of breath. He could taste it too. She was innocent, pure; something that neither of us were. I asked, curiously, "She'll wake up soon, what are we going to say to her?"

Blaise glanced my way, briefly, and sent me an indifferent shrug, showing that, in that moment, he did not care for anything other than being with this girl right now. I agreed with his sentiment, and dug my face further into the palm of her hand. Her skin was so soft against my own, and I felt small sparks of electricity run from her body through to mine, and I felt the stirrings of desire begin to set alight inside my veins.

On more than one occasion, I had to force my inner-Veela instincts down, and when that wasn't enough, I had to literally draw myself away from her, yet I always found myself subconsciously worming my way back to her, and fingering her left hand with my own.

Truthfully, I wanted nothing more, in those precious few moments, than to shake her awake, and kiss her like there was no tomorrow, and in my eyes, if there weren't, I wouldn't mind so much. Blaise glanced at me, and he grinned, knowing exactly where my train of thought was headed. Running a hand through my hair, I whispered, brokenly, "I want her, so badly, Blaise."

He chuckled, somewhat strained, and replied, equally as tense, "I know, I do too."

I glanced at her attire and growled lowly, at the lack of clothing covering her creamy legs. I rubbed small circled around the exposed skin of he calf with my thumb, and she whimpered, suddenly, even in her unconscious state. She recognised that I was here. I pushed myself further up the bed, and tucked my head further into the crook of her neck, and inhaled, deeply, smelling the remnants of whatever shampoo she used earlier - mint - and the soap that was still engrained in on her skin.

Before I could stop myself, I groaned, pathetically, "She's perfect," and he made a small noise of agreement.

"She's going to be a powerful one," Blaise commented, appreciatively, "I cannot wait to get her to Hogwarts, I'm going to have a hard time not showing her off."

I grinned, somewhat understandingly, yet my expression froze as I heard her give a light grumble of fatigue, and begin to move around in her sleep. She tucked her arms around Blaise's abdomen, and drew herself close to him, and pushed her face into his shoulder, like I had done earlier, yet while simultaneously, curving her legs in at the knee, and pressing the soles of her feet on my upper thigh, and her back against my chest. I moved my hands around her thin waist, and glanced upward, to see the shock in Blaise's expression fade into something akin to pure satisfaction.

It was gentle, but we both hear her breathe, "Mine," quietly, and fall back into her tranquil slumber. We locked eyes with one another, and our joyful smiles were filled completely identical. Blaise observed, "At least her subconscious recognises us."

This was a side of us that nobody outside of our families would ever be able to see. The carefree, content sides of us, and we liked to keep it that way. It made all of the time we spent together so much more special, when we could be honest and our true selves around one another.

I reached out and intertwined mine and Blaise's hands together, and he squeezed my fingers, comfortingly. Albeit sentimentally, I sighed, "I love us being like this," and he nodded in agreement. He whispered, "It's perfect. You're both perfect."

I felt my cheeks flush under his inspection, and I wasn't quite prepared for the light kiss he lay on my lips, and the subsequent one he pressed to the forehead of the girl laying in between us. He asked, casually, "Her name is Evelyn then?"

I nodded, quite taken with how protective Blaise was being with her, and added, "According to my father, her real name is Amarie, but she goes by Evelyn, which is her middle name."

Blaise gave a silent 'Ahh', and enquired, "What else did your dad say?"

I shrugged, and replied, "I don't know, I was too busy fighting off the urge to kill him, if I'm being honest."

He snickered, understandingly, and then his expression grow substantially more sombre as he asked, "Do you think she'll accept us?"

I gave him a bitter, grim smile, and replied, honestly, "I have no clue, and I'm in no rush to find out, so let's enjoy this, while it lasts."

He nodded in agreement, and I smiled, tucking my face back into her shoulder, and tightening my grip around her waistline.

I whispered, conclusively, "I just want to relax."