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

Blaise had excused himself from the canopy, because, if he was being honest, another moment with her addicting scent fogging up his mind, he would lose his cool, and give in to his more primal and feral desires. As soon as he turned his face from her endearing, surprisingly worried expression, he felt his canines drop, suddenly, and pierce his bottom lip, and he winced. He practically sprinted back to his quarters at the Manor; Draco had his own at Blaise's manor in Italy, and practically snapped the door off of its hinges, throwing himself into the middle of his dark room.

He was glad the shutters of his windows were closed as he could practically feel the darkness creep into his irises. He growled, loudly, and he felts the vibrations from his mouth ricocheted off of the walls, and he could pinpoint where Draco, who had followed behind him, shortly after.

Cautiously, Draco pushed open his door, and winced at the sight of the severely dishevelled Blaise, rocking back and forth, with his hands draped over his middle, growling in an inconsistent rhythm, and he couldn't help but sigh, sadly. He sauntered over to him, and placed a light hand on the back of his neck.

This had only ever happened once before, and it was when Blaise had first turned, almost a year an a half ago, on his 17th birthday. He had apparated to Draco's manor, breaking through the wards, stinging and hurting himself in the process, screaming about an invisible burning in his throat, and Draco had taken him to his bedroom, just so that they could at least have some privacy. Blaise had, choppily, explained that he what he had turned into, and how he didn't want to be like this - even though he had known his whole life that it was more than likely that this would happen.

"Sshh, it's going to be okay, Blaise, just.. Come here," and Draco had gathered the sweating, weeping mess of his best friend in his arms, and they lay together, for the whole night, Draco's hands never stopped running through his hair, coaxing him into an uncomfortable, restless sleep.

"Blaise.. You need to feed," he said, firmly, knowing where this was going to end up, eventually. He unfastened his tie, and unbuttoned his shirt, waving his wand, and conjuring a hanger, so his shirt would at least be wearable afterwards. He shimmied over to his unstable oil-haired lover, and bared his throat, invitingly.

It took Blaise all of three seconds before he had latched onto the pale expanse of his skin, and sank his teeth into his jugular. His canines pierced the skin, as painlessly as he could in his state of mind, and he drank from the blonde Slytherin until his hands had stopped shaking.

Feeding fresh from the vein had become an unusual thing for Blaise, who had taken to using blood bags, supplied from St Mungo's instead of live subjects, unless they were engaged in sexual activity, where the senses were equally heightened as they were numbed. He pulled Draco into his lap, and the blonde writhed under the intense sensations that skirted across his body, pooling in his groin, behind his ears and rushing to the tips of his fingers. He wound his fingers in Blaise's dark locks, and the vampire gave an appreciative growl of approval.

Quickly, however, the older of the two pulled away, and wiped his mouth away with the back of his hand. He used his thumb to wipe away any excess blood that had pooled in the collarbone of the blonde, and thanks to the veela's advanced healing, the puncture wounds were gone, almost as soon as he had fastened up the final button of his dress shirt.

The Italian brushed, then scratched the back of his neck, entirely embarrassed at the situation, and the subsequent loss of his carefully constructed control, and whispered, quietly, "I-I'm sorry, Draco. I.. I just cant help it. I need her. I crave everything about her, but I don't want her to be afraid of me. I just.. I cant! Her scent is everywhere! It's driving me crazy, and I'm so scared that I'll do something that I will regret - you just don't fucking understand!" he finished brokenly, and Draco understood, perfectly.

After he finished redoing his tie, checking in the closet mirror that he looked good - and he did, as he should, Malfoy's didn't do unkempt and messy - he stepped forward and embraced Blaise in his nimble arms, and said, firmly, "Blaise. She's not like any other girl we've ever met. She's intelligent, she's welcoming, she's beautiful. And guess what?"

"What?"

Draco smirked, "She's going to be ours," and finished with a small fist to his oldest friend's shoulder, which brought a smile to the older vampire's face. He smirked at his pale lover, and pressed their foreheads together, and they soon cleaned up, and left, to return to their mate's side.

"Oh, I wondered where you two went off to. Are you feeling any better, Blaise?," Narcissa asked, as she saw the two of them return, entirely more fresh-faced and content-looking, and Blaise replied, "Yes, thank you, Cissy. I just needed to.. Take a moment," with a charming smile on his face. Evelyn felt her face heat up, immediately, at the intensity of his grin, and she noticed that he would probably be a force to be reckoned with on an everyday basis. His confidence had returned full-force, and refused to allow his vampirism to ruin his chance with this wonderful girl that he had the pleasure of calling his life-mate, so he asked her, directly, hoping that he didn't intimidate her, "Evelyn.. How are you feeling today?"

The girl in question practically choked on her fourth cup of cream tea, and turned to him, her gorgeously vibrant ultramarine eyes were wide and, honestly, confused as to why he was talking to her. Her wits revisited her, thankfully, and she replied, nervously, "I'm.. I'm fine, thanks, and yourself?"

He nodded, politely, and smiled at her, to which she returned fully, and Narcissa took this as her cue to leave. She stated, formally, "Well, I think it's time for me to leave. Evelyn, it was very nice spending time with you, and I would be overjoyed if you would join me for brunch tomorrow afternoon, around midday?"

Evelyn nodded, not quite sure what 'brunch' was, but she was glad she was going to spend some more time with Narc- Cissy, she corrected in her mind, and even more overjoyed at the prospect of having a face-to-face conversation with the two aloof, mysterious men she had only scratched the surface of.

"Good. Now, I shall take my leave. Draco, Blaise," she regarded them coolly, "Behave," and then she was gone, wandering off back towards the manor, a secret, smug smile creeping onto her expression, and nothing but hope blooming in her heart.

Yes, this would be good for them. All of them. Evelyn could quite possibly be the glue that unites their houses together. Narcissa could barely hold back her yelp of glee at the thought of all the trips they would take together, all of the memories they could make. The possibilities were endless. She wondered, idly, what Evelyn thought about having a spring wedding, instead of the typical summer one. Oh, goodness, she was fit to burst at the seams with happiness.

Now, it was all up to her boys.

She silently hoped they could woo her, in a way fit for the princess that she truly was.

Evie POV

I coughed, lightly, and rubbed my thumb against the fleshy part of my palm, and stammered, "S-So, y-you guys are.. Wizards?"

They shared an incredulous look, before Draco - Jesus, he was gorgeous - answered, "Yes.. As are you," then paused, before a gleam flared in his eyes, and added, "So you're coming to Hogwarts in September?"

Shrugging, but not understanding where the conversation was going, thus blushing in pure embarrassment, I answered, "I don't know."

Blaise - Christ, he couldn't be more perfect if he tried - cleared his throat, regally, and clasped his hands together, the epitome of calm, and replied, "Well.. We were hoping that you would."

I blinked, then glanced away, their combined attraction causing my vision to blur slightly around the edges, I responded, "I havent given it much thought, Hell, I didn't even know what I was three days ago, and now I have to start a new school with people I don't know, and.." I broke off with a sad smile, and finished, "Its just a lot to take in, that's all."

They stared at me, as though they hadn't even given these facts a thought, and Draco answered, gravely, after a beat of silence, "We're sorry."

Shaking my head, immediately, I consoled, "I know.. It's not your fault."