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

"Where have you been, young lady?" Vylet growled lowly as soon as she saw my face, and I flushed in embarrassment, and mumbled, "Sorry," and shrugged, apologetically, before introducing Lucius and Cissy to César and his wife, who respectively returned their introductions, and I whispered, "Okoigéneia," with perfect pronunciation. Lucius stated, then, "Cissy and I will take our leave, now. We just wanted to make sure you arrived at your quarters safely."

Smiling, thankfully, I answered, "Thank you," and hugged them both and watched as they swept down the corridor and out my line of sight. Hesitantly, I nudged open the door to the dormitory, and I was barely able to force my body fully into the foyer, already sensing the tight, heavy atmosphere that befell my pseudo-home, before I was almost roughly yanked into the yearning, shaking, trembling arms of a disheveled Draco Malfoy.

His face was pushed into my neck, sniffing, licking and just generally touching everything that he could lay his hands on, shocking me, initially, however after a few soothing moments, I found myself cooing and trying to calm him down as best I could. Almost like he had been stunned, he fell to his knees, and pressed rushed, feverish kisses on my hands, fingers and stomach, almost as if he was frightened I would fade away if he wasn't tethering me to the ground. This was something that I had never even encountered before. The Great and Powerful Draco Malfoy, almost out of his mind with worry, on his knees in front of me. Me - of all people.

My fingers wound through his damp, messy hair, knowing that he was going to hate the mess that he had unknowingly left it in, running through it over and over again, hoping that I could calm him down, if only by a fraction, and eventually I found standing too trying, and I joined him, on my knees, and tucked my face into his soft, sweet-smelling collarbone. It took a while, but I eventually I made out some of the words he was repeating over and over again, "Please.. don't. Never again. Please, safe, mate, mine," and the guilt that laced my stomach trebled in intensity.

"I'm okay.." I whispered, running my fingers through the silky, soft locks, and drew circles on the patch of skin behind his ear. "I'm here. I'm with you," I kissed him over and over again, everywhere that I could reach without breaking my neck, and breathed, softly, "I promise."

Blaise walked forward then, his steps slow and heavy, as if it physically hurt him to move his achy joints, and he fell to his own knees, and his arms cradled both Draco and my own shoulders, and he pressed a kiss to my forehead, and whispered against my hairline, "Never do that again."

Looking up at him, I stared into his flashing, not-quite-red, almost-indigo eyes, noticing the tension that laced his beautiful orbs. The sadness, the fear, the anxiety, the pain; it was all there.

And I was the cause of it all. I didn't want this - I wanted us to be happy. I needed for this to be okay.

I knew it wasn't my fault; I hardly cursed myself and sent my own body hurtling through the air, but still, maybe if I hadn't run my mouth, I wouldn't have gotten myself into that situation. Guilt ridden, and nauseous, I could only nod in acquiescence and snuggle further into my mates embraces, hoping that when I opened my own eyes, this would only have been a dream.

-0-

An hour later, we found ourselves in our bed, Draco to my right, Blaise on my left, each of my hands clasped tightly in one of theirs, with their other one wrapped around my waist, or bent behind my head, in Blaise's case, cradling me closely. Almost too close, honestly. They were still high-strung. Every time I even so much as coughed, protective wonder shining in their eyes.

Unable to take the large bubble of awkward silence that threatened to drown us.. Or at least me, I asked, "So.. What did you do today? I mean.. Besides all of the.. Well you know."

Draco scoffed, the sound muffled by the skin of my collar, and drawled, languidly, drawing small shapes on the sliver of my stomach that poked out as my shirt rolled up, slightly, with the tips of his fingers, "Shut up."

Rolling, slightly, so my body was angled towards his, Blaise tucking himself further into my body as a result, his grip tightening on me, fractionally, I repeated, earnestly, "No.. Seriously, how was your day?"

His expression sobered, immediately, and said, "Today could not have gone worse, if that's what you mean," he nudged closer to me, then continued, his cool breath fanning my face, "I don't think you understand just how much you mean to me. To us," he indicated at Blaise, who simply nodded once in response. Our bodies were all so close; I could see how his eyelashes curled upwards, as they faded from a dull flaxen colour to an ash blonde, brushing his angled, high cheekbones.

"If anything were to.. Happen to you, I wouldn't know what to do," he confessed, breathlessly, "If you ever were taken from us, from me, I wouldn't be able to function without you."

Blaise nuzzled his nose into my pulse point, and added, his hand flattening against my taut stomach, arching my back against his body, and subsequently causing me to inhale, ever-so sharply, "It would be the end of who we are."

"I don't understand," I said, truly bewildered, and I felt Blaise angle his body so that I was on my back, and they were both leaning over me, in some way, at least. Draco reclined onto his elbow, his temple lounging on his clenched fist, his other hand having tightened in my own as we moved, discomfort shining in his now-open, innocent eyes.

His eyes were the most fascinating colour; sometimes they were the bluest of blues, almost like they were glowing, making my stomach turn, but with nothing but scorching heat. Other times they're both the colour of molten steel, shining under the mid-morning sun, or glowing in the dark. Either way, they were both agonisingly beautiful, and it stressed me out, to say the least. His smirk drew me out of my reverie, and I assumed he guessed what I was thinking about - causing me to blush, brightly, under their intense inspection.

"What Blaise means is," Draco said, pointedly, "After finally meeting you, and having you in our arms, that opportunity of having our own perfect little family.." he broke off then, momentarily, to catch his bearings, his nostrils flaring in pure heartache, "To lose that.. Connection with someone as important as you, would be the end of us. Due to the classification of our heritage, we can take on other partners, but no-one as perfect as you are and that knowledge would slowly drive us insane. Before long, we would be permanent residents of St Mungo's, and eventually.. We'd kill ourselves simply out of longing and frustration."

My mouth dried up, then, at his admission, and I felt my stomach lurch with a sudden wave of nausea. I hadn't realised the severity of my accident - I knew they'd be sad, probably for a while, but.. I didn't know it was that bad. But then again, if anything were to happen to either of them, in any way, shape, or form, and I was in that situation, I wouldn't know what to do. I asked, "I-I mean.. I guess.. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.. I- Well. You know."

He nodded, briefly, and said, seriously, "You didn't mean for this to happen - I hear that you gave that Daphne wench a good verbal thrashing," his smirk was besmirched with blistering anger, "So we cannot be upset at you for the circumstances that occurred around you.. However, what we can do is find that bitch and sear her alive."

My eyes widened, fractionally, and filled with surprise that quickly turned to displeasure at the brutally honest tone in which he spoke in.

"What?," he shrugged, indifference shining clear in his eyes. "We have the right to do what we wish with her."

I sat up, then, onto my knees, and stared down at him, my mouth set in an grim line, "She doesn't know about me.. About us. She shouldn't have to die because she pissed off two Dark Creatures."

Blaise scoffed, "Pissed off doesn't quite cover it, mio amore. We were so frightened when we first heard you were in the hospital, but when we found out you had been.. Attacked," he seemed to struggle with the word, "We were beyond livid. I wanted nothing more than to strip Daphne of her skin and set it alight in front of her whore of a sister's face.." then he noticed my horrified, blanching expression, he apologised, rather sheepishly, "Sorry.. I was in my own world for a second," with an off-hand shrug of his own.

"That's.. intense?" I offered, and Blaise chuckled, tightly - the first sound that could be recognised as one of somewhat happiness or enjoyment that I had heard in a while from either of them. I felt Draco stiffen slightly, and I turned to him, my brow furrowing in curiosity. He bit his lip - SWEET JESUS, WHY? - and asked, quietly, "Can I.. Can I just hold you.. Please?"

Sighing, despairingly, I said, "C'mere, Draco," and slid both of my hands around his waist, interlocking them, and resting them at the base of his spine. He shuffled around a little, so that his face was pressed at my pulse point, his knee rested between my legs - insert blush - and pulled me closer. Blaise rearranged himself, so that he was able to still be close and touching me, but giving Draco his room to.. Heal, I suppose, in a way.

I whispered in his ear, lowly, "I'm here.. I'm not going anywhere, please believe me, love."

Fucking hell, I've even picked that up from him, haven't I? It didn't even sound.. Right coming from my mouth, but it seemed to do the trick. Almost instantaneously, he tightened his grip on my body, just as painfully tight as he had earlier, and practically broke down in my shoulder. The noises that were spilling out of his mouth weren't even screams. They were heart wrenching wails, and I couldn't even compartmentalise my mind in an attempt to get my blond to quieten, even slightly. His body was shuddering - with fury, or out of anxiety, I couldn't tell - and I felt him push his forehead into my shoulder, hiding his face completely from my own, as if he were afraid of what I would find. He was whispering again, but it was too quick for me to understand.. But Blaise could.

Or at least the sad sigh he emitted said so.

"What's he doing?" I whispered, craning my neck to face him, my expression confused.

He frowned, deeply, and replied, sadly, "His Veela is panicking. He's never been in this predicament before; his creature is reveling in your presence. It needs to be around you; you're his tether. When you were in the hospital, he was so sure he would lose you, and it was making him lose every semblance of control he had in his arsenal. I had to get him somewhere safe - he nearly destroyed everything in our living and dining room, I had to reassemble everything before you got back, and Jude's gone to Italy with my mother, if only for the night, to make sure we get our shit together. It was too loud, he pissed himself a few times, but I got it clean, eventually. There would have been chaos awaiting you, otherwise It's hard for him to take control of his Veela, especially when its in connection with you. Because we haven't.. Bonded yet, its even harder for him to.. Let you out of his sight sometimes."

Biting my lip, a little, in response to his words, I found myself tightening my grip on Draco's hair, with a sense of dread bubbling in my stomach. If what Blaise is saying is true, then Draco would be getting more and more protective as the days went by - and it would only be getting worse. My resolve steeling in my stomach, I asked, with a determined gleam in my eyes, "What do I have to do to make it better?"

I hope you enjoyed the chapter, guys! See you next time!