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

Immediately after, Draco and Blaise grabbed both of my hands, nodding once at Pans and Theo, before leading me out of the Great Hall, drawing a little bit of attention, majority of it radiating from the Gryffindor table, and walked down the ground floor corridor, meeting a quiet, grave-looking Minerva McGonagall, who briefly scoped over my form, before settling on Draco and Blaise, and said, curtly, "Mister Malfoy.. Mister Zabini, follow me, if you will," and swept, as she did, down the corridor, and instead of walking up the Grand Staircase, like I had thought she might have done, she walked down. And by down, I mean into the freezing dungeons.

"Please tell me this isn't where we're staying," I chattered out, quietly, my voice shaking from the chill that settled in my body.

Draco chuckled, seemingly used to the gross chill, and said, "No.. This," he pointed at a grim-looking portrait, "Is the Slytherin Common Room entrance. We," he smirked, his breath puffing out in front of him in shadowy mist, "Are going a little further down, love."

Groaning, lowly, I sighed, my own breath puffing out, visibly, as Minerva led us further down the freezing passageway, round corners and down flights upon flights of shorter stairs, until we couldn't even so much as step without the clicking of our shoes as they collided with the stone floors, and the sound of our breath echoed off of the walls, and she waved her wand in front of a pale, unfurnished stone wall and a circular wooden door appeared, of which she knocked on, three times, and it began almost vibrating with newly awakening magic.

"Where are we?," I asked, curiously, and the professor answered, "Beneath the Dungeons, my dear. This is the lowest section of the entirety of Hogwarts, and is the only place we have to hold a union such like your own. Over the years, Hogwarts has been home to many a Dark Creature, and it would only be fair that we had somewhere to allow you your freedoms, but also, without endangering the lives of our students. The third Headmaster, Brian Gagwilde, bless his soul, thought it pertinent to create such a place after a nasty incident with a Couatl and his mate, which resulted in the deaths of eight students. This," she gestured to the door, "Is the entrance to your quarters. Feel free to change it to suit your preference. I will take my leave now, as this conversation is one that should be done in privacy, however, for safety purposes, I will need your password."

Draco hissed at this, annoyed that she would even ask a question, and I knew that he was going to be an asshole, so I pinched him, hard, on his forearm, causing him to wince, and glare at me out of the corner of his eye, briefly, before replying, begrudgingly, "T.. That wont be a problem," and at my shoulder bump, he tacked on, pathetically, "Professor."

She stared at me, for a long moment, before smiling, earnestly, and stated, "You are an interesting one, my dear," and after another nod in their direction, she walked away, her heeled dragon hide boots clicking on the floor as she retreated, her emerald robes flittering in the wind.

"You are the ones who will be living here, yes?," a heavily-accented voice asked, curiously, and I snapped my head to face the previously blank door to see what could have been the most attractive couple I had ever laid eyes on. The woman, of who I was childishly jealous of, simply because of her sultry attitude and confidence, was gorgeous, of course, her sunken, dark eyes and equally dark hair spilling over her shoulders, and shielding her naked bosom and her legs were crossed and settled on the dry, leave-covered ground beneath her. She was settled, relaxed, on a smooth slate grey boulder, staring to watch over the wide expanse of sea below the cliff she was located on, and seemingly waiting for something to appear.

The man, the one who spoke, was tall, with a chiseled bare-chest, and bright green eyes complete with silky blonde hair, just a few shades darker than Draco's, and his hand was laid on her - his mate, maybe? - shoulder. He nodded once, in my direction, and asked both Draco and Blaise, "Is she your submissive?"

They grunted out a response, clearly annoyed at his apparent interest in me, as well as the fact that his chest was bare and open to my eyes, even though I wasn't really paying much attention to him, in that way, because I have two deliciously gorgeous mates of my own. Why would I be swayed? Who in their right minds could even contemplate the thought of leaving these two for someone else?

Well, nobody else would get the chance, because they're mine.

Yay.

"Calm yourselves. I have no intention of laying my hands on your mate," he scoffed, strongly, and the female turned to look up at him, love shining in her eyes, and she added, her voice musical and enticing, "You are.. A Veela-vampire hybrid.. Correct?"

Nodding, vehemently, I felt as though her dark gaze was drawing me in, everything but her face becoming dizzyingly blurry. Why was she so beautiful?

Her face.. It was so bright, and pretty. I wanted to touch it. Could I touch it?

Why was she so pretty?

Toppling over, slightly, I fell into Blaise's arms, my eyes unfocused and glassy, but I didn't care. I nudged out of his arms, preparing to approach her again.

Her skin was peachy and pearly at the same time. So smooth.. So pretty.. So perfect.

"Vylet. Kamposos."

The fuzzy heat that was licking at my skin promptly halted, and I felt myself catch my bearings, finding that I was being held, tightly, painfully, by Blaise, both of my wrists in one of his much larger hands, and his canines protruding, dangerously, and he held me to his chest, Draco locking my elbows in his palms, standing in front of me, to stop me, just in case I escaped.

"Control your mate," he growled, ever so threateningly, and I felt my stomach clench in desire. Reclining my head on his chest, feeling his pulse rapidly beating beneath my skin, I begged, breathlessly, "L-Let me go, B-Blaise.. You're.. You're hurting me."

His red eyes flashed down to me, and once he saw that I was being honest, he promptly released my hands from the confines of his own, making me rub, softly, at the bruised flesh. The silhouette of his large hands were outlined as my blood rushed to the surface, and I winced, fractionally, at the twinges of pain that ailed me. He demanded, raggedly, "Are you alright, mio amore?," with no room for argument in his heavy gaze, and I nodded, unable to speak.

Draco growled, loudly, at the portrait, and I rolled my eyes, insolently. I turned towards the couple locked in the portrait, and noticed that the male seemed slightly apologetic, whereas the woman smirked, mischievously, at me, her eyes glinting dangerously, under the dim lighting of the hallway.

"Who are you?"

The blonde replied, ceremoniously, "I am César Rigos. This is my wife, Vylet, and we are you quarter's protectors. I am an Elf, and Vylet, here, is a Siren.. Which is why you felt the effects of her Call so harshly. Even though we have both been deceased for nearly six hundred years, she still has the ability to Call to students. She uses her Call to distract those who wish you and your mate harm. Despite her earlier transgression," he nudged her shoulder, disparagingly, with the back of his hand, glaring, reproachfully, at her, "She cares for all submissives, and will protect yours from harm."

She nodded, ruefully, and said, "I apologise.. I've been resting for a very long time, and I have not been around others like myself for a very long time. Please.. Forgive me."

Draco huffed, disapprovingly, and commented, "You're actions contradict, Miss Rigos."

I glared at him, and he stared back, blankly and impenitently. César replied, staring at his one and only with nothing but mirth and affection in his eyes, "We understand that.. Although she is nearly one thousand years, she still acts like a child sometimes," and traced her picturesque face with the sides of his fingers. I asked, then, "What is the password that the professor was talking about earlier?"

César turned to me, appraisingly, and replied, "Okoigéneia."

My brows furrowed, and I asked, "Family?"

He nodded, smiling, showing his white teeth, contrasting with his tanned skin, and asked, "You understand Greek?"

Shrugging demurely, I replied, with a diminutive and quiet, "A little."

Draco and Blaise shared a brief look, which I ignored, and reached out for the cool brass spherical knob of the door, whispering the password, once more, before stepping inside, closely followed by my curious, inquisitive mates.

"You can speak Greek and Italian?," Blaise asked, his brow crooked, and I breathed out a grin, "I know bits and pieces of many languages, mon amore."

He rolled his eyes, playfully, and whispered Lumos, causing the candles to suddenly come alive. The first thing that I noticed was the spiralling staircase off to the far left corner of the family room, the steps made of laminated wood, and the railings a cool metal. I supposed that it would lead up to the bedroom and I gulped, lightly, at the thought. Hoping to shake away the thoughts, I stepped inside of the room, seeing mine, Draco and Blaise's suitcases piled on top of one another in the centre, along with Jude's cage, my skateboard, and my guitar case perched on the side of them.

"Is it to your liking, love?," Draco asked, and was that a hint of nervousness in his tone that I overheard? No.. it couldn't be, could it?

The walls of the living room were painted a light taupe, to match the thick rug made up of an incredibly soft material that was soft peach in colour. The floor was made up of laminated, hardwood dark brown floorboards. In the far corner, there was a large, distinguished grandfather clock, hidden away from the light, as it ticked away, slowly.

The wood burning, surprisingly wide, tall fireplace on the right wall which jutted out, slightly. It looked big enough to house a person, as it was so tall. There was a reclining three-seated leather brown sofa chaise opposite said fireplace, and two singlet seats made up of the same material and colour. The singlet seats faced a long dark wood, glossy table and the air was scented with jasmine and lavender, which reminded me of a candle set that I had been given three Christmases ago by my uncle.

Gradually, I walked into the living space, and saw that the kitchen was clearly visible to the right of the living room. The sideboards were all made of a modern chrome; the oven/grill combo probably here for my sake, and not my mates. They were probably used to homemade dinners via the hands of house elves, however while we were here, and if we were hungry, we would have to fend for ourselves. I wondered, idly, if either of them were able to cook.

There was a squared fridge tucked besides the oven, and the wooden cabinets were located beneath and besides the chrome sink and dish washer. There was a fan above the stove, which pumps the food smell out of the kitchen and somewhere else.

Hell, I didn't know where I was right now, let alone where the smell would go, and I wasn't going to question it, honestly.

The dining room was to the left of the living room, and was a simple area, made up of a dark wood, long table, a chandelier above it, and was accessed by walking up a few stairs, and pushing open a sliding door. The floor was laminated, thankfully, and the walls a deep burgundy colour, giving the area a more romantic, affectionate theme. There was a see-through rustic looking small cupboard, filled with fine china, silver cutlery and candle holders inside. On the opposite side of the table, there was another fireplace, just much smaller than the one in the living room, and there was a thick bear skin rug in front of it, for when we wanted to spend romantic nights with one another.

At least that's what it was there for in my mind, anyway.

There was a small door, that I found led to a miniature bathroom, with nothing but a ceramic, pristine white toilet and sink with a mirror above it. I looked around, and saw a small transparent cabinet hidden beneath the toilet, filled with tissue paper, and a few containers of brightly-coloured, antibacterial dispensers. I placed one on the edge of the sink, and asked, "Who bought all of this stuff?"

"Mother did," Blaise answered, simply, "She couldn't help herself. There are boxes of them upstairs in the pantry."

"It looks good," I said, with an earnest smile, "I like it."

The grin that overtook his face was near-blinding, and I felt a hand lay on my waist, and he pulled me into a very deep, very passionate, very intense kiss.

Blaise sighed against my lips, ravenous for the taste of my own, his velvety soft mouth brushing, viciously, against my own, "I wanted to do this all day.. All those eyes on you.. Watching you.. I hated it before, and now that they're going to see how amazingly brilliant you are, I'm going to hate it even more."

Draco chuckled, and said, "There's a note for you, love," and he handed me a crisp parchment, which had been rolled into a tube shape.

I unfurled it, Blaise reading over my shoulder, his face still pressed into my hair, laying pepper kisses along my temple and neck.

Miss Evelyn Kendall,

I am not sure whether you are accustomed to our timetables, as I have already been informed of your lack of prior magic ability.

I am aware of how difficult these next few weeks may be, but I hope you understand that any circumstances that result in rule breaking on your behalf will not be dissuaded, simply due to you being unaware, so I suggest you become one with our rules and regulations.

Also, as you have been deemed fit for the subjects in which you have selected, your timetable will be as such:

Monday: Charms, Care of Magical Creatures, Transfiguration, Herbology.

Tuesday: Potions, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Magical Theory

Wednesday: History of Magic, Herbology, Defence Against the Dark Arts, Magical Theory.

Thursday: Defence Against the Dark Arts, Potions, Transfiguration.

Friday: Care of Magical Creatures, Herbology, History of Magic and Transfiguration.

Breakfast will occur between the hours of 8am and 9.30am, lunch following at 1pm to 2.30pm, and finally, dinner from 6pm and finishing at 7.30pm.

You are not obligated to attend any of these, as you have seventh year privileges.

Each class that you attend may be slightly larger than you are used to, for example an average Charms lesson will contain between 35 and 40 students, so expect effervescence in its most basic form.

Also, as you must be aware, the War that passed caused a lot of difficulty within House relations, and it may be harder that usual to integrate between Houses and make friends, and therefore I ask of you, please avoid any confrontation that you may encounter, to the best of your ability.

Either way, I must thank you, as the young Mister Malfoy and Zabini had been very restless last year. They seem to be more comfortable and content in themselves, and that is down to you.

Enjoy your night, Miss, as school commences as usual tomorrow morning, 10am sharp..

Goodnight,

Headmistress Minerva McGonagall.

Despite the caveat sense of the letter, my lips curved up into a soft smile, and Blaise chuckled into the skin of my neck.

"She likes you, you know," he commented, nonchalantly, and circled the tip of his tongue beneath my ear, causing my knees to buck, and he had to catch me from falling to the floor. He smirked, "You should watch yourself."

I turned in his arms, and drew his face to mine, kissing him feverishly, ignoring his shocked gasp, and bit down, lightly, on his bottom lip, scratching my fingers down his muscular upper arms, and tightened my hold on him. He wrapped his hands around my waist, and pulled me close to his body, his heat seeping to my own body.

"This skirt is going to get you into a lot of trouble, my love," he growled in his home language.

The sound of his tongue rolling on the sensual letters made an aching sensation vibrate between my legs, and I sighed, heavily, before replying, without hesitation in the same language, "Care to show me just how much trouble I can get into?"

He tensed, immediately, before staring at me, wide eyed, and I smirked, winking, lewdly, and kissed his cheek, my hand curling beneath his tense, twitching jaw. Draco raised his brow, briefly, and I grinned, my tongue trapped between my teeth, and I went to pick up my guitar case, along with a still resting Jude, and pressed my skateboard beneath my armpit.

"I'll carry up the rest, love," Draco assured, "Go check out the rest of our quarters."

I made a face, and asked, "Why do we call them 'quarters', it sounds so.. Medieval."

He chuckled, and said, "What would you like to call it then? Our casa?"

Rolling my eyes, sarcastically, I replied, earnestly, "No.. Home."

He froze, then, and craned his neck to look at me, and smiled, sincerely, and agreed, "Alright.. Home it is, love."

I hope you guys liked it! So here she is - in Hogwarts, as a Slytherin, with Draco and Blaise by her side. Let's see how much trouble she can get into.