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.

Lunch that afternoon was a tense one at that. Instead of eating in the ostentatiously large dining room, Cissy decided that a more intimate scenery was required, and I was swept back in the garden, beneath the canopy, however the setting itself had changed.

There was now a long smooth, oval shaped table beneath the marquee, with six chairs tucked into it, Narcissa and Lucius seated next to one another, Valencia besides Cissy, and I found myself sandwiched between two very animated young men, who persistently asked me about what Lucius and I discussed beforehand.

I was loathed to tell them, as I wasn't sure what exactly I could say on the matter, and Lucius chose that moment, thankfully, to address them, curtly.

"Draco, Blaise, please, can you not see she is uncomfortable with your hounding of her? Evelyn and I simply discussed her stay at Hogwarts, and her training leading up to such a date," and went back to sipping his tea, calmly, as though he hadn't just struck both men besides me still with an invisible lightning bolt.

Draco turned to me, and whispered, lowly, "You.. You decided to come with us?"

I nodded, slowly, not really understanding why he was so shocked at the revelation of sorts, and yelped, loudly, as he drew me into his arms, and tugged me up off of the ground, so my arms were forced to lock around his neck, and my feet hung, unceremoniously, off of the floor. Blaise simply smirked in my direction, and as he set me back on my feet, Blaise grasped my hand in his own, and held it tightly, grinning, happily, down at me, and I returned it with my own. He said, "I'm glad you're coming."

I felt my face heat up, slightly, and I turned to the now-full plates of food that I didn't recognise in the slightest. Creamy soups, with sprigs of diced herbs around the circumference, and a dark orange sauce swirled in the centre appeared in front of them.

All four of them clasped their hands together, and began mumbling some kind of prayers under their breaths, and I felt my eyes widen, exponentially. The atmosphere swirled with residual magical energy, and I could practically see the magnetism in the air. I felt it char my skin, and twirl charmingly in the air, and I inhaled, deeply, wondering what exactly was going on, and as soon as they all finished simultaneously speaking, the allure stopped.

Lucius grinned, at my lost expression, and he said, "Just one of the many things we learn as young children."

He indicated at me, "You can eat now, if you'd like," and he began digging into his food, with a refined sense of aristocracy that I could never imitate, and, all of a sudden, I felt like a bit of a slob.

I didn't know how to be all prim and proper like them; Hell, if I was really hungry, I ate food with my hands, forgetting about cutlery, but not these guys. Every single one of them ate in quick succession, never letting a drop of the soup fall anywhere but their mouths, and their expressions remained neutral and calm throughout it all. I felt someone's eyes on me, and as I glanced up, I noticed both Blaise and Draco's eyes glide across the panes of my face quickly, trying to find the source of my discomfort.

Upon closer inspection, I found that neither of them had touched their soups, but had their spoons readied in their smooth hands, as if they were waiting for me to begin. Were they? Was this some kind of mating thing?

Lucius regarded me coolly, before answering my unasked questions, "They cannot eat until you begin, as dominant's they are sworn to protect you, and therefore, you become their responsibility. They feed you first, it's a basic impulse that majority of animalistic or instinctual dark creatures suffer from. I do the same with Narcissa, it's an unspoken, written code in our modified DNA. We cannot go against it, even if we wanted to."

My eyes widened, once more, and I found myself annoyed that I kept making that same confused, lost expression. I just didn't get it. I wanted to know what I was getting myself into, and I made a decision, to begin reading up on, not who, but what exactly I was. After a pause of silence, I nodded, and grasped the cool stainless steel cutlery in my hands, and scooped a small spoonful of soup onto it, taking care as to not get any on the dress I was wearing, as well as trying to get it all into my mouth, without spilling any anywhere else. It was a poor imitation of what they could do, naturally, but it was the best I could give, and apparently, it was alright, as Lucius, Narcissa and Valencia observed me with a quiet appraisal, and went back to their meals.

Both Draco and Blaise began eating, just as sophisticatedly as their parents were, and our lunch proceeded on fairly relaxed and calmly.

-0-

"If you want it to be real, it is," Draco said, for the eighteenth time, just as calmly as he had the first, " Step up to the left side of the broomstick, right arm extended, and just say 'up'. It's really that easy, you can do it."

I growled, under my breath of course, and ground out, "Up," in a high annoyed, distressed tone, to which he simply grinned at, conveying his perfectly straight, gleaming white teeth, and strangely sharp canines.

"Up."

"Up."

"Up."

"U- You know what? This is not working," I snarled, throwing my hands up in the air, entirely upset that its not working. He stepped towards me, his expensive cologne filling my senses, and placed his suspiciously warm hands on the upper part of my shoulders.

He stared in my eyes, and said, reassuringly, "You can do this. Now, come on," his blue eyes twinkling with mirth and something else, "One more time, but feel it. The magic is there, its in you, we can all see it. You just have to believe you can do it."

Inhaling, slightly, and receiving a proud smile from Draco, I gave it one last try. I concentrated on the intense, spicy sensations the magic coursing through my very veins. The fiery passage it left in its wake. The taste of it on my tongue, the scent of it, the texture and the incomparable heat. I was so alert that I could feel the tendrils of magic spiraling off of my body, and colliding with his own. They were twisting, turning, rubbing against one another, and I felt my body well up with a power that wasn't completely my own.

Whispering, pleadingly, to myself, of course, "For the love of God," before tensing, and stating, strongly, "Up."

And the smooth texture of the wooden broom that was previously laying dormant on the floor was now firmly planted in my hands, and I couldn't help but half-way scream in happiness. Before I knew it, I had thrown my arms around Draco's warm, inviting, sof- No, stop. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and his hands wound around my waist, tightly, before he whispered in my ear, "I'm proud of you."

Being this close to him, I could see all of the intricacies of his face; the sharply contoured panes of his cheekbones, and his straight edged node and bright, yet withdrawn ice-blue eyes. His strawberry blonde lashes brushed his cheeks, and his hair fell into his eyes, as though he had just woken up from a long, fulfilling nap.

At the mere thought of his lips, I felt myself lick my own, without permission, and he inhaled, sharply, before his eyes darkened considerably, and he nudged me away, softly, with a significant shudder of his body. He wheezed, "S-Sorry, I shouldn't.. The Allure could make this situation a Hell of a lot worse,"

"W-What's an Allure?"

He sighed, his body heaving with the action, and said, "It's a tool that us Veela's use with our partners."

My forehead creased, and he elaborated, without a smidgen of embarrassment of hesitance, "When we have sex, we use the Allure to double, sometimes triple the pleasure of our mates."

"So you're saying that we can.. Turn people on?"

His smirk grew then, "Not just people," he shuffled towards me, emitting the most sensual and enticing aura that I had ever encountered. My eyesight began blurring a little around the edges, and he chuckled to himself, before whispering, his lips barely a hairsbreadth away from my own, "It. Works. On. Everyone."

And then he stepped away, and the magic that seemed to be pressing down on my neck, choking the air out of my throat, was broken. His smirk was so cocky, and he was clearly proud of himself, but I could do nothing but frown and turn on my heel.

Shaking my head, dispelling the less than reputable thoughts that crossed my mind, I said, shakily, "Yeah.. S-Sounds g-great," and, wobbly, made my way back towards the broom to continue the fucking lesson.