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.

Evie POV

Packing my few bags that I had accumulated over the month was a bittersweet feeling.

Bitter because I didn't want to leave such a beautiful, enchanting piece of land, and sweet because I knew that in a few hours, I would be seeing my parents again.

Honestly, even though they lied to me, and manipulated me, to an extent, I still loved them. They raised me. They made me into the young woman that I am today, and without their tender care and love, I couldn't imagine where I would have turned up - so yes, I owed them my life, and I would respect and honour them until my death, regardless of how they treated me.

Draco called from my bathroom, feeling the need, again, to check his appearance before he was formally introduced to my parents, "You ready, love?" I rolled my eyes at the incessant nervousness in his tone, yet found myself grinning all the same.

Blaise wound his arm around my waistline, kissing my forehead before picking up the one suitcase that I had packed, filled with some clothes that CiCi had bought for me over the last month, my uniform, a long list of necessary books, journal, quills and ink-pots and placing them in the far corner of my room, where Lucky and Binky would collect them tomorrow morning to deliver them to the train station, along with the Zabini and Malfoys.

Around 4am tomorrow morning, I would be apparating with Dylan and Jason, who would be my liaisons to King's Cross train station, and I found that I was more than slightly excited at the prospect of seeing my best friends once again.

Because of the time difference, it would have been around 9 in the morning when we arrived.

Draco raised a perfectly raised brow, "Why are you so keyed up?"

Grinning, widely, I felt my inner-Veela react to my dominant's words, and my skin glowed, slightly, with the residual Allure that I projected, constantly - according to Draco, of course, and breathed, "Just excited, is all!"

He tsked me, quietly, and I smirked, before tucking my face in Blaise's collar, and inhaling, deeply, liking his the addictiveness of his natural scent. It took a moment but my vampire mate asked, worriedly, "Are you sure you're okay, beautiful?"

"I just like how you smell, that's all," and I grinned at him, catching his painfully expressive indigo eyes, and I felt him nuzzle closer to me, tucking his face into my shoulder, and pressing a light peppering of kisses there.

He groaned, petulantly, and whined, "Mio amore, why don't you just stay?"

I didn't like the tone of his voice; it made me sad. I felt like I was letting him down, even though I really didn't do anything of the sort. It was crazy to think of how reliant on him, on both of them, I was already. I was only a month into this fucking relationship, and I was already losing my mind over them.

Jesus, this wasn't going to end well.

Sighing to myself, I answered, honestly and wistfully, "I miss my family.. I miss my friends. It's just.. I want to say goodbye," I played with the bottom of his sleep, crisp button up shirt, distractedly and said, glancing up at him from beneath my lashes, "Don't be mad at me, okay?"

He huffed, loudly, and pulled me closely, our hips bumping, slightly, and I sucked my bottom lip into my mouth, and shakily, exhaled, quite frightened of how he could affect me so deeply.

He pressed his lips to the crown of my forehead, and inhaled, "Dios mio, you will be the death of me, you silly girl. Of course I'm not going to be mad at you.. I couldn't even if I tried, but I will tell you this, and as God is my witness, if anything happens to you while I'm not around you.." he broke off, not even being able to comprehend what he would actually do if the situation arose, and I felt his grip on my waist tighten, considerably, finding that if he held me any fucking tighten, bruises would be littering the skin of my waist.

I heard Draco close my en suite bathroom door behind him, and I turned to him, only just about shuffling out of Blaise's grip, which moved from my waist, to my hands, entwining our fingers so they were clasped tightly together.

Draco stated, proficiently, "You guys are getting really intense in here.. Come on, love, its nearly ten, so its almost 5 in the afternoon in the States, so let's go, otherwise we're late, and… I don't do being late."

He was dressed impeccably, even for this time; a crisp button up shirt, tucked into a pair of prim, straight edge slacks, shiny, Italian business shoes and a streamlined, clean-cut blazer drawn over his torso. Blaise was dressed similarly, however there was no suit jacket covering his broad, wide.. Delicious shoulders, and I was glad for it.

More eye-candy for me.

"Let's go then," I answered, cheerily, "I'm so glad that you guys are actually happy with me doing this. I wouldn't know what I would do if you weren't."

I felt cooler fingers snake through my own, slender fingers covering my own strikingly warmer ones, and felt a pliant, warm kiss pressed on my temple, my dark ringlets having been tied up and out of the way in a messy ponytail, having the ends brush between my shoulder blades.

"Anytime, love," Draco acquiesced, coolly, "Anything for you."

-0-

"So you're the kids wantin' to be with my baby girl, then, huh?"

My dad, officially, was the most embarrassing person I had ever met in my entire life, and I wanted the Earth to break apart beneath my feet and swallow me up whole, because anything would be better than this torture.

Blaise and Draco were both staring straight at my father, equal amounts of shock, respect and.. Was that fear in their eyes? Not that my dad could physically fuck them up, but emotionally, he could destroy the precariousness of our relationship, and it was getting me hot a little under the collar. Draco was the first to speak, and I felt my breath catch in my throat, immediately, "Mr Kendall.. You understand the peculiarity of the bond between both Evelyn, Blaise and I, correct?"

My dad nodded, once, sipping his warm cup of coffee, my mom quirking an eyebrow from the opposite sofa, and I felt like I was just going to vomit right then and there.

Blaise sensed my discomfort and, without delay, he went about rubbing small circles in the small of my back, trailing my spine, not necessarily in a sexual, intimate way, but it provided me with comfort, and forgetting that my parents were even in the room, I tucked my face into his shoulder, sighing, quietly to myself. He whispered, "You okay, gorgeous?," the ridges in his forehead creasing at my upset.

Nodding, slowly, I turned from my resting spot, and curled my hand within his own, hoping to absorb some of his calm and collectedness, seeing as how I was damn near ready to cry.

Truthfully, I didn't realise just how important this meeting was to me until I was in it. I wanted my dad to love these two guys, so then it would be easier for me to do the same. If not, then it would do nothing but make me uncomfortable, and a little bit on edge every time I thought about them in the same room together.

Blaise, bless him, was running small circles in the fleshy part of my thumb, and I gave him a watery, weak smile, feeling every bit the dependent, pathetic submissive that I was.

A cough brought me out of my musings, and I saw my mom staring at me, relentlessly, a sharp gleam in her gorgeous blue eyes, and I blushed under the intense inspection.

She cut my dad off, drawing an outraged grumble from him, and asked me, direct and to the point, as ever, "Are you happy, Evie? Can you see yourself with these men, and being happy for a long time? No, Luke, I don't care about any of that 'on-the-surface' horseshit! If our daughter is happy, then that is fine by me."

Even though my dad wanted to argue, he, begrudgingly, knew that my mom was right. Without even thinking about it - I didn't need to - I answered, sincerely, "Yes. I can. I am," and felt the deep approving grumblings from Draco's chest, his purring having become a normal occurrence while we slept next to one another at night, and quickly becoming one of my most favourite, cherished sounds.

My dad stared me down, the honestly in my face never changing, and his expression eventually fading from accusatory, to the loving father that I knew he was.

He nodded, once, before standing, and brushing the nonexistent lint from his slacks, and announcing, "Well I need to get changed. I smell like anaesthetic and tooth clay. It's gross. Make yourselves at home."

And promptly waltzed off upstairs, sweeping out of the room, and switching on the shower. The silence that settled over the living room was a comfortable one, and I felt content, internally.

In an attempt to get to know my mates, my mom, the sweetheart, revved up menial conversation, to which they, dutifully and politely, responded to, answering at the right time, giving her all the eye contact that she required, however their faces.. Their expressions were withdrawn, and kind of steely, and I didn't like it. Not that my mom could tell, anyway.

Earnestly, I wanted to pay attention to my mom.

I really did.

But Blaise was so warm. And comfy. I tucked my sock clad feet beneath my butt, and curled into his shoulder, our joined hands resting in his lap.

A polite knock on the door drew me out of my reverie, and, like a polite host, my mom went to answer it.

"Hey, Mrs K!" I heard Dylan's loud voice ask from outside, and I felt my two mates stiffen, immediately. Draco pulled me, so I was pressed to his back, and Blaise was behind me, his arms around my waist, and their eyes trained on the door.

I shuffled, slightly, feeling my excitement at seeing my best friends once again, and, with a lot of coaxing, I threw myself from their cohesive grip, and I heard Draco growl, in displeasure.

Ignoring him, I rocketed through the hallway, and jumped into the agile, shocked arms of Jason, who was standing beside his twin brother. He chuckled into my ear, hoisting me up into the air, twirling me around a few times, "Well, hello, stranger!"

Pulling back from my place in the crook of his shoulder, and stared into his expressive, wide blue eyes, and grinned, "I missed you, Jase."

He glanced at his brother, then placed me on the ground, and answered, honestly, "I know, Squirt, we missed you too."

Turning to Dylan, I threw my arms around his neck, burying my fingers in his messy, golden curly strands, and having his spin me around, once more, and laugh, happily, into my own hair.

"How are you doing, Widget?" he asked, setting me down on the cement, cool doorstep.

Before I could even open my mouth to answer, two loud roar of pure, unbridled fury burst from the living room, and I turned, my eyes wide, falling upon two of the most beautiful creatures I have ever seen.

My mates.

And, Jesus, they were livid.

Blaise's eyes weren't the deep indigo that I loved, but a harsh, jarring red that forced my internal vampire to surrender itself to his will. His canines protruded from his slightly open mouth, and I wanted nothing more than to kiss his lips until I memorised every curve of them. His nails were sharp and deadly, made for tearing and searing into the flesh of his kills, and I felt my stomach clench at the thought of him hurting my friends or family. Draco wasn't any different, honestly, except his pupils had morphed into a deep ochre colour, his canines fell past his bottom lip, and his nails were more talon-like and I already knew they were coated with a deadly toxin that could kill its prey within minutes of being slashed.

Thankfully, my mom had escaped to the kitchen as soon as I had nudged past her, and now, after hearing the animalistic noises burst from the kitchen, she was stood, frozen to the core, in the middle of the room, her hands shaking and her eyes tearing up, slightly. I shook my head, minutely, telling her not to fuck around and move from the safety of the kitchen. My dad was still in the shower; Jesus, how loud was that fucking spray, because I mean, damn!

Jase and Dyl both scrambled into the house, closing and locking the door behind them, and, simultaneously, fell to their knees, baring their necks in submission, in a way that I was shown during one of my lessons with Draco. They were showing Draco and Blaise that they weren't any danger to me, and I felt as though I would die of pure embarrassment right then and there. Dyl turned his eyes, to glance at me, just making sure I was okay, and I felt my brows crease of their own accord.

He bit out, as quietly and vigilantly as he could, "Go to them."

And I did.

Cautiously, I walked over to them, my eyes glassy and uncertain, and I kicked the door closed behind me, blocking us from any outsider's view. My eyes were tentative and frightened, even though I knew they wouldn't hurt me. At least, not physically anyway.

Their eyes were watching me, like a predator stalking its prey, and I felt entirely exposed and just open. I stammered, trying to lighten the situation, "It's.. It's okay.. Nobody's gonna come in here, you don't have to be so on the ball."

Draco growled, lowly at first, then built up in strength and viciousness. "You hugged them."

Tilting my head to the side, questioningly, I answered, "Yes.. I did.. Is that a problem?"

His teeth gnashed together, and before I could even think about moving out of the way, he flashed forward and clasped my hand in his much harsher, firmer grip, and tugged me forward, so I was off-balance, slightly, and wound his fingers through my hair, and tugged my head upwards, so we were standing near nose-to-nose I exhaled, deeply, my scalp tingling from the assault, and I couldn't stop it.

His eyes were so full of palpable hurt at my admission that I felt bad for my thoughtlessness. I guess if I saw him hugging someone else, I would be overcome with insane jealousy too, and I wanted to take away the upset that I had inadvertently caused him. I pushed onto my tiptoes and kissed him on his lips, lightly, of course.

Blaise took this time to cover my back with his chest, and press a light kiss to the base of my throat, making me wind my fingers in his jet hair, drawing a muffled moan from him. Draco sighed into the kiss, his shoulders tensing and wrapping his arms around my waist, and pulling me forward, softly, and when he pulled away, my eyes blinked open, and I saw that they were both back to normal.

On the surface, of course.

"Don't do that again," Blaise commented, his voice thick with exertion, "Do not let anyone touch you but us.. It's not their place. You're ours to hold," he tightened his grip in my waist, "You're ours to love," and nipped at nape of my neck, "You're ours to be with."

My heart lurched in my chest, and I nodded, completely smitten with them, and willing to do anything that they needed, or wanted me to do.

"I promise. I swear, I wont."

Hey guys! Well.. I have some news.

It depends on your opinion, but I'm very happy with it!

I am, officially, a college student!

I love the campus, its.. Surprisingly open, as a matter of fact. I like the people, although a lot of the people who.. Tormented me in 'high school' are going there, and I'm quite anxious about that but I'm getting on with it!

And with that comes with a lot of responsibilities.

Now that I'm out of 'high school' I don't have nearly as much free time, and independent study becomes paramount to everything else.

Including my fics.

I am not abandoning this story.

REPEAT: I AM NOT ABANDONING THIS STORY!

I'm just warning you that these chapters you're getting are going to be it for a while. I break up in October for a few days, so maybe I'll give you guys a few chapters then, and so on, and so forth.