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
My eyes flickered open, shutting immediately as the harsh tendrils of light peeping in from the barely open curtains streamed through and assaulted my eyeballs. I winced, and tucked my face into the pillow I was lying on. A very warm pillow. A very warm, breathing pillow. Yelping loudly, when I realised that I wasn't resting my head on a plush cushion, but a very tanned, taut neck, belonging to someone I had never seen before in my life.
I slapped my hands over my mouth, and attempted to sit up, only to feel the hands that I hadn't noticed before, tighten on my waist, and as I glanced down, I saw a pair of paler, more ethereal looking fingers, entwined around my middle. Glancing behind me, I saw another, blonder looking man, and in a tizzy, I hissed, quietly to myself, "Oh sweet heaven, what is going on?"
Where was I? Who were these men? Taking a closer look at the two of them, my mind made a few connections, and I had to stifle a loud groan of exasperation behind my fingers, and I made a small face, unwillingly noticing how heartbreakingly beautiful these two men were. The blonde, Draco I assumed, was tall, sinewy, lithe and he looked muscular, to an extent. His white blonde hair fell into his blissful-looking face, and I bit my lip, slightly, becoming aware of how pale his own were, wondering how his would feel against my own, and I felt the initial wisps of lust bubble in my abdomen.
Quickly, I snatched my vision away from his idyllic expression, and I turned to the other, who had to have been Valencia's only son, Blaise, and Lord Jesus, was he gorgeous. His skin held a deep, resonating golden glow, and his hair stood stark against it, also falling into his eyes; like mixing oil and honey in the most delicious of ways. His shoulders were far broader than Draco's, he seemed more sculpted and agile, where as Draco was more refined and regal - they contrasted together, like fire and ice, and I couldn't stop the excitement from dripping into my ice-cold veins. I could tell that he seemed to be the more domineering of the two, what with his arms draped completely over my middle, his fingers embedded in the skin of my back, not uncomfortably, and my face having been tucked into his neck, and I must add, although begrudgingly, it was comfortable as hell.
Panicking a little, I wiggled out of their embraces, although it took more effort than it probably should have, what with both of their annoyed growls frightening me every few seconds, but I got out one of the men's holds, then fought away the warm, tense hands of the other, and fell, unceremoniously, off the far end of the bed, onto the floor in an ungraceful heap, and groaned, as quietly as I could. Eventually, once the world had stopped spinning on its axis, I made my way to my feet, my eyesight still sensitive to my surroundings, and padded to the door, then out of the bedroom I was in - taking in nothing of my surroundings.
Thank God they were heavy sleepers, otherwise I would have been well and truly fucked beyond belief.
I had to have been only walking for a few minutes, but I already knew I was lost. And very much so at that. Why was this place so God damn big? I mean seriously! Staircase after staircase, endless corridors, attached to more secret doors, and I had just about enough - I was ready to scream! I bit my lip, in confusion, and whimpered, my voice echoing off the cold, dark, empty walls, covered in nothing but expressionless, noblemen and stunning women, painted into the folds of time, "Where am I?"
A familiar popping sound made my turn around to face it, and I saw a miniature creature not dissimilar to that of the goblin from the bank, with larger, more endearing looking eyes, and a polite, respectful air about it. She, I learnt very quickly, stated, worriedly, "Missus shouldn't be being around here alone. Master Malfoy ordered Binky to watch out for a wandering Missus. Please, come with Binky now."
She held out her hand, hesitantly, almost as if she expected me to defer her, sharply, and I grasped it, tightly, in my own, as she led me down a few flights of unnecessarily long, winding stairs, down to the main foyer, where both Lucius and Narcissa awaited, with open, welcoming arms. The Lady of the Manor wailed, happily, "I am so glad that you are feeling better, Evelyn," and drew me into her embrace. Lucius simply lay a comforting hand on my shoulder, and nodded at me, appraisingly. I asked him, "What exactly happened last night?"
He glanced away, sheepishly, and Narcissa clucked her tongue, disapprovingly. She admitted, "We missed that you were feeling a tad sick yesterday, and the stress after collecting Jude must have knocked you off your feet. You basically began shutting down - we didn't realise how dependant you would have been on your mates, what with your vampiric nature, so we wholeheartedly apologise for that slip up. Apparently, being in your mates presence allowed for a speedy recovery. Now, that's all said and done, would you care for some tea, and maybe spending the day with me, you know, mother to daughter and all that?"
Her tone was pleading, but I could see the twinkle of manipulation in her eyes, and I shook my head, teasingly. I compromised, "Could I, maybe, get ready first? I'm in the same clothes as last night, and I need a shower."
She nodded, and clicked her perfectly manicured fingers, once, and the popping sound returned, although the creature looked slightly different to the one beforehand, Binky. This one had dark brown, wide set eyes, whereas she had dark green ones, and they both were adorned in matching, freshly pressed, crisp uniforms. He stepped forward and introduced himself, "Missus, I is Lucky. Lucky be taking you to the shower room, Missus."
I smiled, welcomingly, and followed behind the goblin-like creature, with an air of quiet, barely reserved curiosity bursting from my being. We arrived on the second floor, and he walked me down the seeming never-ending corridor, where we stood before a grand, rustic door, where he bowed, lowly, and elaborated, "This being your room, Missus. Your bath and clothes be getting ready. Please," and he held the door open for me to step inside.
What greeted me was something that I could have only imagined in my wildest dreams, and even then, that might be pushing it.
The walls were painted a light cream, rivalling that of a nude pallet, and contrasted with the deep, chocolate brown swirling patterns along the header and the footing of the walls, making it appear very demure and timeless. The overtly large, wide four-poster bed was pushed against the jutting out wall, making the bed the main focal point of the entire room, drawing attention from everyone, even if it weren't required. There was a rectangular, shag, expensive Arabian carpet beneath the bed, and the exposed floor was buffed and polished, making me feel as though they had been preparing this room for my arrival for a long time.
Off to the right, there was a door, leading off to somewhere else, which I assumed, from the fragrant scents bustling around within the vicinity, was a bathroom, and I smiled at the easy access. On the other side of the room were three cupboards, all in sequential order in relation to their size, and thrown open, with an equal number of elves bowed, waiting and ready for any orders. I blushed to myself, wondering just how high they seemed to hold me, and I couldn't help but bite my lip, in anxiousness.
Lucky tugged at my fingers, lightly, and my attentions were entirely focused on him. He said, simply, "This being the way, Missus," and he walked over to the secret door. He pushed it open, and once again waited for me to step inside before he did.
The bathroom also surprised me, considering I assumed it had to have been smaller than the bedroom, because come on, that would make no sense, however, they seemed to be about the same size, at least in height, of course. The bath, itself, wasn't actually a 'bath' per se, but more of a 20 foot, in length, width and depth, circular Jacuzzi-type shape, with a ledge made of marble inside, for us to sit on, instead of floating the entire time. This was dead in the centre of the room, with a few stairs on either side to step into it, and the sink was, also, made of a somewhat dull grey coloured marble stone, and shone under the artificial lights.
There were windows, a very wide rectangular shaped one on two of the walls, as a matter of fact, and I assumed they regulated the air in here, as I had only been standing in here for a few moments, and I was already feeling the clammy sweat build up on the back of my neck and my forehead. Lucky coughed, and I turned to face him, expectantly. He indicated at the rapidly filling tub and stated, "Lucky has been told to wait outside until Missus is finished, so, please, be enjoying yourself," and left quickly, without really saying much else.
The three elves standing by the closets followed out behind him, dutifully, their matching uniforms worn with honour and pride, and it made a small smile tug at my features, before switched off the hot tap, and inhaled deeply, the scent of jasmine, lavender and aloe vera filling my nostrils, and I quickly undressed, relishing in the fact that I was going to have the best, most euphoric bath of my entire life.