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

Evie POV

"Do you want to take a walk with us, Evelyn?," Draco asked, his hands clasped together, an unreadable expression in his eyes, and I couldn't help but choke a little on my tongue. I babbled, blushing brightly, "O-Of course. That sounds nice."

They both stood, simultaneously, and I followed suit, biting down the chuckle that threatened to escape me over how comical they looked together. They were both clad in ravishing formal clothing, that suited their body shapes to a tee, and I couldn't help but gawk a little at the size of their muscular forms. Inhaling deeply, I shook my head of those thoughts, and questioned myself over what exactly this would mean for me as a person, rather than me as the vampire-veela hybrid that I was.

"Milady," Blaise lilted by my side, and I giggled, absolutely beside myself with happiness over the face that we were actually getting along. I was sure I had fucked up when he had practically stormed away, followed by an anxious Draco, leaving a shocked Cissy and a crestfallen me in their wake. Needless to say, I was overjoyed when they returned, and glad for their change in attitude. They seemed entirely more.. Animated, and, dare I say it, happy. I decided to relax and let myself be myself and I fired off the first thing that came into my mind, "So.. What do you guys do for fun, then?"

Draco glanced at me, shocked for a moment, then replied, casually, "Personally? I like playing quidditch.. And I'm guessing by that face you're pulling, you have no idea what I'm talking about, huh?"

I shook my head, my hair shaking with me, and he shrugged, "It's a wizard game. We play on brooms," and I couldn't help it, I laughed, a little louder than I probably should have, and Blaise smirked in my direction, however at Draco's serious expression, I sobered up, quickly. He huffed, proudly, and I found it a little adorable, if I were being honest, and he continued, "It's hard to explain to someone who doesn't understand it, but think of it like football.. You call it soccer, right?," and at my nod, he added, "The ball, or quaffle, is passed between the teams, like a football, and you try and get it in the goals."

"That sounds like a lot of fun.. So you run around on brooms?," I asked, confused, and Blaise practically howled with laughter, and I felt my face heat up, brightly, embarrassed that I had unwillingly made a fool of myself in front of these two guys. He apologised, chuckling still, "I-I'm so sorry, but.. Shit, I cant breathe.. We don't run, we fly."

He said it like it was absolutely nothing, and I stared at him, blankly, for a few moments, before his face broke out into a wide smile, and his snow-white teeth glinted back at me. He asked, "You've never flown?"

"Yeah.. In a plane. Like normal people. But.. On a broom? No, never."

And he smirked at me, his eyes sparkled with mischief and I felt the telltale signs of nervousness creep into my system.

-0-

"JESUS CHRIST! LET ME DOWN!"

Blaise hollered with laughter, and I tightened my grip on his waist, if only to keep myself from spiralling to the ground, to my untimely death. We were only, maybe, 30 feet off of the ground, no higher than the average tree, and still, I felt complete and utter horror pulsate through my veins at the prospect of falling. Draco slid past us, sleekly, a bright smile on his face, removing his stress-lines and making his appear years younger than beforehand. He yelled, over the wind, "Are you having fun?!"

I growled, loudly, and pleaded, "NO! PLEASE! LET ME DOWN!," tears collecting in my eyes, and he seemed to snap out of whatever happiness he was feeling, and worry snuck into his expression. He told the waiting Blaise, "Let her down. She's upset."

I tucked my face further into Blaise's collar, and tightened my hands around his middle, digging my fingers into his abdomen, and he glanced back at me, worriedly. He asked, with care, "Are you okay?"

I whimpered, "I just want to get down, please," and clenched my eyes closed.

Before I knew it, I felt my feet touch the soft grassy ground, and I threw myself off of the damned broom from Hell, and heaved in gulps of fresh, still air. Blaise lay a hand on the small of my back, and I felt a few tears fall from my eyes; not out of fear or distress, but simply the turbulence having attacked my face over and over again caused tears to well up in my eyes. Draco and Blaise began whispering to one another, and I tried to straighten out, even a little, so I could assure them that I was okay, but once I attempted, the world began spinning a little.

I whined, "Good God, I cant see," and Blaise placed his other hand on the back of my neck, and drew my upward, his hands cradling my cheeks, and stared in my unfocused eyes. He assured, "You're going to be okay. You're just a little dizzy."

I nodded, then groaned, and he smirked at that. He turned to Draco, who was staring at anything, just to avoid his eyes, of which he wasn't happy with. He stated, "Hey, Drake, stop beating yourself up about it. She's fine, she's just not used to the height, that's all."

Draco mumbled something I couldn't hear over all of the blood rushing to my brain. I moaned, lowly, and Blaise turned back to me, before sighing, and led me back towards the manor. Before I knew it, we were under some kind of shade, and as I glanced around, we were simply on the patio of the garden, and as I kicked off my shoes, the cobbled floor was smooth and strikingly cool against my heated skin. Blaise clicked his fingers, and Binky popped up out of thin air once more, a respectful smile on her face.

"What can Binky be doing for Master?"

Blaise smiled, and I noticed that Draco remained silent and stony-faced as before, an expression I found myself loathing on his ethereal face, and asked, "Binky, can we have three glasses of water please? You know how we like it?"

Binky nodded, and Draco added, almost silently, "And anything that Evelyn would like."

They all turned to me, and I simply shrugged, and he asked, "Have you eaten any breakfast? I mean, besides the tea?"

Shaking my head, I realised that I actually hadn't eaten anything, and I wasn't at all hungry, at least until he mentioned it, and now, I couldn't focus on anything other than the uncomfortable emptiness that lay in my stomach. I asked, shyly, "Could I, maybe, have some toast? Just.. Something small will do, thank you."

She disappeared, and Blaise reprimanded me, softly, "You shouldn't miss breakfast, it's important. Weren't you hungry?"

Not for food, if that's what you mean.

"No. Not really, I was too busy screaming for my life, that's all," I joked, playfully, to which Draco winced minutely, and clenched his fists together, tightly. I could see that whatever he was feeling was causing a tense atmosphere to appear between us, so I took the initiative, and followed my instincts.

I padded over towards him, and crouched low, and lay my hands on his knees, and waited until he was ready to talk. Blaise watched me, scrutinising my every move, and the silent question hung still in the air; what are you doing?

"Draco.. Hey, do you want to talk about it?," I asked, reservedly, and he pouted, minutely, before mumbling something. I accosted, playfully, "You shouldn't mumble, it's unbecoming."

He sent me a cautious stare, before enunciating, uncomfortably, "I feel.. Bad."

I prompted, "About?"

"You feeling sick."

I asked, "Why would feel bad about that?"

He gritted his teeth, "Because it way my stupid idea.."

I rolled my eyes, and lay my hand on top of his own, and traced circles with my thumb on his palm, before placating, "Stop being such a worry wart. I'm fine, see? I'm good, now, you.. Smile, because I don't know how long I'm going to spend here with you, and I don't want you to be.. Like this."

He sighed, and pulled one of his hands out of my grip, and ran it through his hair, and moaned, "But.. If I cant even stop you from being sick, then what happens when something worse happens?"

I stood up, then, and drew him with me, and held his hands, softly, which was something in itself. I felt a strange connection with these two men, and I couldn't stop the blush from rising in my cheeks. "If is such a loaded word. It's big, and mean, and stupid. What if? Could I? What about? All these.. Phrases, can mean so much, from something so little. So what if I was sick, and it was because of quidpitch, so what? I'm fine now, and that's all that matters. Right?"

He had a quivering smile on his face, and I think my serious expression caught him off-guard, as he burst out laughing, and practically wept on the spot, while repeating, 'quidpitch' over and over again, breathlessly. Once he regained his composure, he corrected, "It's not 'quidpitch', you silly girl, its Quidditch."

I shoved his shoulder, lightly, and said, flippantly, "Whatever."

It was then that Binky popped back in, and once she clicked her own fingers, and the circular table we had been seated around widened, and three plates appeared in front of me. Another click seemed to pull of some kind of cloak, and food magically appeared; in one bowl there was what I thought to be some kind of chicken broth, in another, fresh, crisp looking, delicious fruits merged together, in the third, there were many pieces of toast, surrounded with smaller pots of strawberry and raspberry jam along with marmalade. Blaise said, contentedly, "Hurry, while the toast is still warm. Heating charms are terrible for spoiling food quickly."

I shook my head, happiness swelling in my chest, and I sat down, took a few wine coloured grapes from the bowl and popped them in my mouth. It was only once I had finished my first bite that Draco began eating, followed by Blaise, who simply smiled at me, while eating a few pieces of banana from the plate. I started on the soup, considering it looked absolutely divine, and the first sip had me gasping in pleasure.

I turned to Binky, who stood silent as ever, and gasped, "This. Is. amazing!"

She smiled, and nodded, once before popping away, to God knows wherever else, leaving me, Blaise and Draco to eat our breakfast, together, in the garden, like a regular old couple, watched by the ever critical eye of one Lucius Malfoy, from his personal business quarters, on the top floor of the manor. He turned to the person behind him, and his face set into a grim, morbid line, as he commented, "She's going to be powerful.. Do you think she is The One?"

The nameless, faceless person simply nodded once, before their genderless form began dissipating, atom by atom, until there was nothing but a fading cloud of dull smoke left behind. Narcissa chose then to knock on her husband's door, and step inside, only to notice his grim atmosphere immediately. She asked, tentatively, "Luc.. What's wrong?"

He shook his head, slightly, his blonde locks breezing around his face, and she, once again, became lost in her husbands ice-cold eyes.