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.

Evelyn POV

After finishing the trials earlier this afternoon, CiCi had asked me to attend a late night dinner in her private quarters in the east wing of Malfoy Manor, and I thought it was very considerate of her considering I hadn't spent a surplus of time with her. As soon as 7pm chimed way on my grandfather clock in the corner of my room, I rolled off of my bed, straightening out my simple knitted sweater, and drew my hair up into a high pony, before padding out into the frosty hallway, and towards her quarters.

The Manor had become easier for me to navigate through in the last month, and I was thankful that I was able to call this place home, even if it were just for a short period of time. We would be on the train, heading to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in two days time, and I already knew that I wanted to spend my last night with my parents back home in New York. It only seemed right that they got to see me one last time before I disappeared from their lives for over 4 months, until the Christmas break.

Shivering against the chilling cold, I sighed into the silence of the corridors, and I felt my skin prickle with goose bumps. Knocking twice on her bedroom door, I heard her eloquent, "Come in, Evie," and I did. I stepped inside of her room, only to be swarmed with the comforting heat emitting from her roaring fireplace. The floor was covered with a lavish Persian rug, three plush, wine-coloured singlet chairs, surrounding a laminated dark wood circular high table. She smiled, brightly, at me, and stated, "Take a seat, my sweet."

I followed her instructions, and, although I felt a little awkward at the formality, I reclined in the seat, and crossed my ankles, the denim of my skinny jeans rubbing together a little. I sighed, hoping that the awkwardness would casually fade away, "What do you want to talk about, CiCi?"

She answered, "Well we havent had much time to get to know one another, and knowing that you're going away for such a long time, I want to be able to share some good memories with you."

I smiled at this, sensing the sincerity in her words, and I answered, "I guess that would be pretty nice."

-0-

Instead of asking the house-elves to prepare some kind of lavish dinner, I simply wanted to sit by the fire, like I used to with my mom back home, and drink hot chocolate while gossiping about nothing in particular. At first she was quite confused, obviously not used to such muggle antics, however eventually got used to it, and started having a lot of fun. Her peals of laughter ricocheted through the air, and was more than infections, drawing my own laughter from my body. She told me about her life prior to giving birth to her son, my mate, Blaise.

"I didn't go to Hogwarts like the rest of them," she said, huffily, "I lived in Italy, with my parents, and was given private tutorage for the first seventeen years of my life. Then, I met the love of my life.. Blaise's father, Sergio Luca Zabini, and that was it. We eloped, and ran away together. He was an Italian national, he came from old money, but he was willing to give it all up for me. Thankfully his parent were more welcoming than my own, who couldn't bear to have Creature blood in their family, and they disowned me. I havent looked back since. Then, after years of trying for a baby, Blaise came along, and I hadn't been so happy in my life. He was everything to me."

Her expression sobered, then, and I felt like the story was about to take a turn for the worst.

Hatred bloomed in her eyes, like a wildfire, and I felt my stomach clench, uncomfortable as she growled, angrily, "The Hunters came in the dead of night, and killed my husband. He fought to the death for us, his family, and protected us like a mate should," then sadness gleamed in her eyes, along with regret and guilt, "I.. Seeing my mate's body, I lost it, and when I came to, I had killed them all. I couldn't be charged with anything, of course, because I was a subjugation of a Dark Creature, even if I was had been made, and was acting to protect my kin, however I regret the way in which I did it."

"Still", she sighed, after a long sip of the near-cold liquid from the cup in her hands, "I owe everything I have to him, including a wonderful son."

I raised my nearly-empty mug and cheered, "To an amazing mate!"

She laughed then, the sadness having disappeared, and she agreed, "An amazing mate!"

"So," she asked, intrigued, "What was your life like before all of this?"

I sighed, fond memories of my old life swelling inside of my mind, a nostalgic smile making its way onto my face as the heat from the flames caressed my skin, "I was a sub-average girl back home. No magic and barely any friends. My two best guys, Dylan and Jason.. Well, I guess they're known as the Doxiadis brothers here?"

Her eyes flashed with recognition, and she asked, "Were.. Were you ever with one of them?"

My brows furrowed, deeply, and I replied, mystified, "What makes you ask that?"

She raised a perfectly shaped brown, and reiterated, "Just that.. Well you know how kids can be, its just that I don't know how Blaise will take it."

I sighed, quirking my lip slightly, and answered, "Well neither of them have anythin' to worry about. They guys and I are just friends."

She smiled, relieved, and asked, "What do you like doing?"

With a shrug, I stated, evocatively, "I skate, all the time. I take care of my dogs, and I like playing the guitar. I read a lot, so the library here is a Godsend to me. For some reason I love cleaning and cooking, it relaxes me when I'm stressed out, sometimes," and then seeing her bright-eyed, happy expression, I smiled, "Just the usual."

She said, after a moment, "You.. You're something special."

Blushing faintly, I twirled the ends of my hair between my fingers and smiled into the fireplace, the flames glinting a powerful ochre, darkening the colour of my eyes.

-0-

The following day.

"So.. Do you think I could do it?" I asked, from my seat opposite Lucius' desk. He glanced up from the many sheets of paper sprawled across his desk, and he sighed, pushing his hair behind his ear, and regarding me, coolly, "Honestly, Evie, I would love for you to go," he shrugged, then, "There would be no qualms on my behalf, however you will have to ask both Draco and Blaise if they are comfortable with this rendezvous."

Shuffling from foot to foot, I bit my lip in nervousness, and he chuckled, "It is not that bad," and went back to his fucking papers. What a jackass.

I grumbled under my breath, and I could see the remnant of a smug smirk on his face, the bastard, and he said, his tone distracted, "Go, Evelyn. You're wearing a hole in my new-rug."

Grimacing at him, I rolled my eyes, and moaned, "It's not gonna be that easy, though, is it?"

He smirked, and I took that as all the answer I needed. He was such a smug asshole! Strolling through the hallways, I found myself lost in my own thoughts, the gray walls fading into nothingness, my cream Vans rubbing against the glossy, cobbled floor. I wondered what they would say, or how they'd react to my request, and I hoped that they would be receptive of it. It wasn't like they could force me to stay, could they? I told myself that I was only asking because I would have been more comfortable knowing that they were okay with me going, and not because something inside of me keened at the thought of doing something against their will.

No, never that.

Before long, I had arrived outside of Draco's room, where I knew that both him and Blaise were currently in, preparing for their stint at Hogwarts. They had already told me that people wouldn't exactly be overjoyed at their presence, although I didn't exactly know why. They had been loathed to tell me, and it was intriguing to say the least. Still, it was fucking bothersome. I had barely knocked on the door once before it was pulled open by an impatient Draco, who huffed, "You took long enough, come in," and grasped my hand, in his overtly warm one. He intertwined our fingers, and I couldn't stop smiling, he just gave off an unnerving, yet appealing aura that I fed off of, on a regular basis. He was like taking an ice-cold bath after a long Summer day. It was refreshing.

Quickly, I apologised, "Sorry, I was just talkin' to your dad," and he observed me with a cool stare, before tugging me to sit onto his sleek, black ottoman, besides a, surprisingly, unruffled and chilled out Blaise, who's sleeves had been rolled up to his elbows, smooth expanses of tanned skin being shown, and it made me gulp, nervously.

His entire appearance practically screamed indifference, yet with an undercurrent of clear intimidation, however when he looked at me, and I mean really looked at me, I could see nothing but pure adoration in his eyes, and it made my insides go all gooey and shit. It was a strange sensation.

"Hey," he said, leaning in a little, only to give me a little peck on the cheek, "What did you and Lucius talk about?"

This was where this could completely change.

Hesitantly, I tucked my feet beneath myself and licked my lip, with pent-up tension. I mumbled, "Well.. It's just that I wanted to go," then cleared my throat, "I wanted to go home."

His eyes widened, as if he didn't expect what I just said, and I heard Draco drop whatever he had had in his hands, from his en suite bathroom. He poked his blonde head out of the door, and clenched his hands together, tightly, before asking, "You wanna repeat that, I think I might have heard you wrong."

Not quite seeing what the problem was, I repeated, more clearly, gaining confidence, "I want to go home."

His jaw line clenched - Good God, since when did that get so attractive? - and he asked, his voice tight with restraint, "So, you don't want to come with us on the seventh?"

My brows furrowing, for a moment, and I wondered what exactly was so hard for them to comprehend about it.

Did he not get it that I wanted to go home, before being jetted off to some remote school in La-La Magic land? Did he not understand that I wanted to say goodbye to my parents, at least with my own mouth and give them a hug before I left? Did he not get that? Did he-

Oh.. Wait.

He thought I mean for good, didn't he? Shit.. I am such an idiot.

Practically yelling, I amended, my hands becoming clammy, "No! I mean.. what I'm trying to say is that I want to go back home tonight, and meet you at the station.. Tomorrow."

Blaise turned to me, then, his eyes far away, before steeling, and he replied, his expression emotionless, "Is that what you really want?"

Draco hissed a little, his eyes flittering between both mine and Blaise's forms, with wild abandon, however he seemed to be loathed to say anything.

I nodded, not quite able to speak, and he sighed, a sound I didn't find that I liked at all, and responded, sadly, "If that's what you want to do, then I cant stop you," then after a pause, he grasped my hand, tightly, in his own, catching my attentions, and stared into my eyes, both seriously and rather frighteningly, he stated, in a tone that left no room for argument, "Do not, and I mean do not, do anything that could get you hurt. I mean it, nothing."

I nodded, understandingly, and answered, "I promise," and slid forward, wrapping my arms over his broad shoulders, and tucked my face in his warm, inviting neck.

Since when did his neck become so alluring? So soft.. Smooth. I wanted.. I wanted to taste it.

I hadn't even realised it but I had inhaled the scent of his skin, deeply, and I felt him stiffen beneath me. He sighed, "W-What are you doing, love?"

I heard a deep, guttural groan from besides me, although I couldn't really see what it came from - not that I gave a shit, Blaise's neck tasted fantastic. Without even thinking about it, my mouth opened of its own accord, and my tongue swirled over his clavicle, tasting his heated skin.

Unable to help myself, I moaned, quietly, "You taste so.. Good."

He groaned, low in his throat, and his hips rolled of their own accord, and I felt my hips tingle in response. He hooked his hands beneath my knees, and tugged me into his lap, so I was straddling his upper thighs. My mouth was still attached to his neck, and I felt him swallow in reply. I felt two other, familiar hands wind around my waist, and a kiss planted on my jugular.

Draco sighed, "You're going to get yourself into a lot of trouble, sweetheart," and he bit down, fiercely. He growled, I felt my inner-Veela respond to his domineering display, and I curved my back, so my stomach was pressed even more against a slightly writhing Blaise.

We always got like this - a little hot and heavy, all because, come on, who could help it with guys that looked this good? Anyway, we got all touchy-feely with one another, but never further than a pretty intense kiss, and it was driving me crazy! I wanted to blame it on my Creature, but it wasn't.

They were just fucking hot, and I wanted them both to myself.

Draco sighed behind me, for what felt like the ninetieth time, before struggling to spit out, "I guess you're going away tonight then?"

Drawing away from the impressive mark I made on Blaise's collarbone, I replied, my lips throbbing and a blushing red, "Yeah," to which he rolled his eyes and answered, "We better get your bags packed then," and lifted me off of Blaise's lap, before they both grasped either one of my hands, "Shall we?"