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
The rest of the train journey was spent with me basically cuddled into Draco's lap, my sock-clad feet rested on Blaise's lap, my Vans strewn on the floor beneath the table, our hands intertwined and their warmth seeping through my clothing, and the good energy circulating the compartment. Pansy and Theo were let via our example, and ended up canoodling too.
The atmosphere surrounding us was sparkling with love, and it was awesome. About two hours into the journey, we heard a knocking at out sliding door, and I saw an elderly lady standing there, alongside a cart full of goodies, and I felt my stomach twinge in hunger.
Draco glanced at my grumbling tummy, disapprovingly, and asked, "Have you eaten?"
Innocently, I answered, in a childish voice, "Nope.. Didn't get time this morning."
He frowned, deeply, and ushered the woman in, who looked shocked, to say the least, and handed her a few golden coins, and said, dismissively, "Give her anything she wants."
Blinking at him, slowly, I felt my brow furrow, and he pressed his thumb, endearingly, between my brows, before whispering, "Eat."
I crawled out of my comfortable seat in his lap, with a frown, and went to browse through the small cart with 'Honeydukes Express' written along both sides in big, bold purple lettering.
Vibrantly coloured confectionaries greeted my eyes, and I found that I wanted to try all of them, but I didn't want to seem greedy, especially considering I wouldn't eat it all. Without really thinking about it, I pulled out a few colourful boxes, two bottles of a liquid that looked suspiciously like iced tea, and a few packets of potato chips, which, honestly, probably weren't even chips, considering the fucking world I was living in.
Shuffling back into my spot in Draco's lap, and tucking my face in his warm, sweet-scented shoulder, and closed my eyes, my lashes brushing against the skin of his jugular, and reached out for Blaise's cool hand. Using my free limb, I tucked my hair behind my ear, and I heard a surprised gasp from opposite us draw me out of my reverie, AKA the feel of Draco beneath me.
"Those.. Are.. Beautiful!," Pansy's squeal sounded off, and I turned to her, not quite understanding where she was going. She pointed at the side of my head, and I felt around my hair, wondering if I had something in it, and then I felt the diamonds of the earrings that were in my ears, and I blushed, brightly, while glancing at a shocked looking Blaise.
"You wore them?" he asked, not quite putting two and two together in his mind, and I nodded, "I loved the presents. The flowers were perfect, and they made me smile. And these earrings.. They're so gorgeous, I had to wear them."
I felt his fingers trace over the side of my face, and tugged me forward, giving me a strong, warm kiss. Theodore asked, innocently, "So.. You guys are in a polygamous relationship?"
Draco shrugged, and answered, "No.. It's a little more complicated than that, Theo."
His brown quirked, and I tucked my face further into his side. Draco stated, firmly, "You know that over last Summer, we came into our inheritance; I became a Veela, Blaise became more in tune with his vampiric side.. This girl, our Evelyn, she's our mate."
Pansy grinned, self-righteously, and nudged Theo sharply in the ribs, commenting, cheerily, "I told you so!"
Theo rolled his eyes, and pressed a kiss to Pans' forehead, turning her into pliant mush in his hands, and it was adorable to watch.
Draco bumped his nose against my cheek, and said, heavily, "We've got another 6 hours to go, so get comfortable, love, you'll need to."
-0-
4 hours later..
Blinking my eyes open, I had found that I had fallen asleep, my head cradled in Draco's lap, and my legs draped over Blaise's knees. Draco was drawing small circles on my back, with a content smile strewn onto his gorgeous face.
"Hey, sleepyhead," he said, endearingly, tapping my nose with his index finger, "Everyone else is asleep, so be quiet, love."
Pushing up onto my butt, I carefully threw my legs from a snoozing Blaise, and shuffled closer to Draco, who threw his arm over my shoulders, pulling me closer, and nuzzling our faces together.
"You ever seen rain like this before?"
Glancing out of the window, I, indeed, saw the torrential rain he was talking about, and I couldn't stop the shock and awed expression that my face morphed into. He was watching me, I could tell, but I didn't care. Crawling, so my hands were pressed against the glass, my face nearly glued to the window pane, and the wonder in my eyes shone brightly.
It was beautiful.
I had never seen rain so intense before.
Sure, in New York it rained. It wasn't like it was warm all day, every day. We still had seasons, and sometimes, the weather was abysmal, but.. Nothing to this extent, or this ferocious beauty.
We were passing over a wide, deep lake of some kind, nearly sixty feet in the air, and with my enhanced eyesight, I saw each droplet as it collided with the surface of the water, shuttling upwards a few inches, displacing and refracting, then tunnelling back down again. Over and over again, until the entire surface was practically vibrating with life, and it was stunning.
The clouds were grey, and I suppose it could be called dreary, but to me, it was magnificent. The fierce wisps in the air were curling and swirling in the air, leaves being thrashed around outside, shooting past my eyes at bravura speeds, as if they were bullets, and it was beautiful.
It was the start of September, and if the rain was this dazzling, I could only imagine how scenic the snow would be
It took about half an hour before Blaise woke up, and he looked just as perturbed as Draco had been over the intensity of the rain.
He sighed, not exasperated, but clearly perturbed, probably over the damage that would happen to his classy suit, "Seriously? Let's just hope it calms down by the time we get to Hogsmeade."
Draco nodded in affirmation, and I heard Theo shuffle, startling Pansy out of her stupor, and she yawned, widely, stretching upwards, and making a face of pure disdain over the loud, rattling sound of the rain colliding with the roof of the cart.
"What's the time?," she asked, sleepily, and Draco glanced at his watch, before replying, "Ten to six, Pans."
She nodded, understandingly, and stated, earnestly, "We're going to have to get into our uniform soon."
My lips pursed of their own volition, and I asked, "I've never worn a uniform to school before."
She laughed and replied, "You're not going to be surprised then. It's nothing like in those filthy muggle pornography films, even though the boys wouldn't mind that so much."
My eyes widened and I stiffened in my spot, even though I felt Draco do the same, momentarily, before glancing out of the window, his hand being drawn to cover his face, and his steely grey eyes focused and direct.
He was embarrassed. I could see the pale pink blush blooming around his collar, and I couldn't help but chuckle, quietly, to myself. Hoping to quell his discomfort, I asked Pans, "When should we be getting ready?"
She glanced at Theo, who was only just coming out of his sleep, at the incessant chatter going back and forth between us, grumbling about how loud we were, and responded, "We could go now? I mean, because you haven't gotten sorted yet, your uniform will remain blank, whereas mine has the Slytherin insignia stitched somewhere on each piece of my uniform."
"So what's the plan?"
She shrugged, "When you're ready, we can go to the unofficial Slytherin girls quarters to get ready, and the boys will do the same in their own quarters, and by the time we're done, it'll be nearly time for us to leave, anyway."
Turning to Blaise, I asked, "Aren't my suitcases locked away, or something? My uniform was packed with everything else, wasn't it?"
He smirked, and stood, straightening out his slightly creased, yet still immaculate shirt, and reached upwards, pulling an expensive looking duffel bag from a railing above us, that I hadn't even fucking noticed before, and tapped it a few times, before laying it down on the table, and assured, "It's in here. Binky made sure, mio amore."
Pursing my lips once more, I simply settled back into Draco's warmth, and sighed, in contentment, just listening to the strangely calming and just.. Nice sound of the rain pitter-patting against the roof, and felt my hand fist his crisp white shirt in my hands, a true smile making its way to my face.
Of course, that charming silence only lasted for, possibly, around half an hour before an intrusively deafening ringing made its way through each compartment, and the scratchy, wiry voice of an elderly witch sounded off, loudly, "All students are recommended to begin getting dressed. We shall be arriving at Hogsmeade Station within the next hour."
Pansy made a strange, confused face, as did the rest of the compartment, and I guessed that this was a new thing for them. She said, not exactly annoyed, but somewhat agitated, "Probably because there aren't as many of us coming back.. They don't want us to fuck around, I guess."
Standing up, I reached for the bag, and felt Draco grasp my hand, tightly, in his own, and as I turned to him, his expression that met me was intense, to say the least. He didn't want me to go, I could see that, but he knew that I had to. He tugged me back, a little, and pressed a deep kiss to my awaiting, pliant lips, whispering into it, "Be careful, love."
Blaise chuckled, and once I broke away from Draco, entirely more breathless, he heaved my smaller form towards him, and lay another one on me, smack on my lips.
"Alright! I think she's had enough! Let a lady breathe!," Pansy yelled, jokingly, all in good fun, and I grinned, pulling myself away from my sexy Italian. I slid out of the booth, brushing against Blaise slightly, and reached out for Pansy, who grabbed my hand, and I tugged the bag alongside me.
Pansy heaved down an, obviously, pretty minute pink trolley-suitcase, and walked besides me, leading me, this time, further into the Slytherin cabin, and through the doors, revealing a female changing rooms.
It looked nothing like the gym rooms that we had back in NY, but more of that of a prestigious boarding school, which I guess it where I was attending now. The last month had span my life right on its head, and I didn't know what awaited me at Hogwarts, but I couldn't say I wasn't excited. It would be something new, and, before I changed, I had been complaining about how slow and shitty my life had been going as of late.
"Come on, I have a reserved space.. If anyone's in it, I'll skin them alive," she growled, with an unsurprising amount of honestly in her tone, and I trailed behind her, nodding, once in a while, as a few other female students that we passed.
I hung the duffel back on a small cherry wood knob, and unzipped it, pulling out a simple crisp button up short-sleeved shirt, a pleated, black skirt that looked like it would probably brush just above my knees, and a striped tie, with different shades and nuances of grey.
The shoes were similar to the shiny slip-ons that I wore to lunch with Cissy and the guys, but instead of being beige, they were black, with a thinly tied bow at the end. There was a grey long sleeved thin sweater, with singular cream strips cuffing each wrists.
There was a flurry of other, soft, silky material that looked like some kind of dress, but Pansy told me that it was a dress robe, and I only had to wear it during ceremonies and Winter, because it kept us warm.
Slipping on the thick, opaque tights, instead of the knee-high dark grey tights, followed by the rest of my new uniform, I went about fixing my hair, which was an absolute travesty, if I were being honest. Sleeping on it really wasn't a good idea.
Pansy handed me a comb, and I ran it through my ringlet tresses until the curls had been worn out, thoroughly, and plaited the side up in a halfway done French braid, and clipped the rest up in a messy brown bun, spraying some of Pansy's fancy hairspray all over it. It smelled heavenly.
She surveyed me, appreciatively, then replied, "You look great.. You ready to go back now, my sweet?"
Nodding once, I glanced at my reflection, and smiled at it, noticing that there was a faint glow about my cheeks that only the love of my mates could deliver.