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
BEEP. BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.
That infernal ringing is back, and it was blistering the canals of my ears with its vengeance, and let me tell you, it was horrible.
"Come on, mio amore," Blaise's drawled, softly, and brought me out of my bleary, muggy dreams, so I was, not quite conscious, but not necessarily unconscious either, "Time to wake up."
"Mph- No.. Don't wanna," I whined, frowning like a child, and he chuckled, minutely, before the bed dipped with his weight as he sat down, and started tickling me.
He.
Started.
Tickling.
Me.
The bastard!
And, of course, I couldn't help it, I burst out laughing, by the end of it, my lungs were burning with exertion, and my arms and legs flailing around, as if I were drowning.
Too soon?
Blinking, furiously, at him, I pouted, deeply, and sat up, nudging his roaming hands away with my own, and adjusted my cotton shorts, fractionally, before leaning forward, over my crossed legs, and bumped our noses together, smiling into his warm embrace, and sighed as he pressed a light kiss to my forehead.
"Get ready - we're going to the Great Hall for breakfast today," he said, promptly, before slipping out of the room, to give me some kind of privacy, making sure to lock the door behind him, with a smirk on his face, to which I giggled at.
Hey, at least he's observant.
Sweeping out of the bedroom, I slipped into the bathroom, a fresh teal towel curled over my forearm, and my koala slippers warming my toes. Quickly, I filled the tub, finding that I had been woken up far earlier than yesterday - nearly quarter past seven in the morning, as we would be joining our fellow peers at half eight. Draco hated being late; even if it was only fashionably. It bugged him to no end, and I guessed his rigidity made me chuckle, if only to myself.
He was so obviously uncomfortable with situations that required him to lose any semblance of his carefully constructed control, and I was the complete opposite. The urge to take my board out for a roam of the grounds was nearly palpable, and I felt my stomach set with resolution. I would get both of them on a skateboard at some point during these next three months, and they would enjoy themselves. That was a personal promise that I had no intention of breaking.
Instead of having a usual boring shower, I decided on slipping in some scented oils, lavender and black orchid being my favourite aromas to relax into, and I mixed them into the tub of warm, bubbling water. Undressing, quickly, I threw my dirty clothes in the basket, which had a magical connection to the laundry sector of the castle, only run by house elves, I hear, and it disappeared as soon as it collided with the bottom of the crocheted basket. Before long, I found myself neck deep in the deep set of warm water, sighing in happiness over the sensations that exploded all over my skin, slyly skirting beneath it, and caressing my magic in its comforting hands.
This was, by far, the most relaxing part of my day.
Being in my mates arms was enough to calm my ever effervescent Creature, which had, as of late, been making more unprecedented appearances, sending shocks to my very core.
After scrubbing my body, head to toe, and rubbing serum through my curly wet strands, I stared to relax, my eyes closed of their own volition, and my breathing levelled out. Before I realised it, I guessed I fell asleep into a light slumber in the bath, my head resting in the curve built in for such a purpose, which also negated the possibility of me drowning. A sharp tapping on the oak wood door brought me out of my short-lived dreams of the warmth encasing me not being a bath, but two pairs of arms, and the sense of a harsh, pulsating need throbbing between our bodies.
Of course, I had to shake away the stupor before I stated, "I know, I'm sorry, I fell asleep," to which I heard an amused chuckle, and Blaise's footsteps as they retreated from the door. I stepped out of the bath, waving my wand in the air, to regulate the smog that had built up, as well as find out the time, which I found to be 7:56am.
"Shit," I cursed to myself, and without any reminisce of finesse or calm, I scrubbed at my teeth, causing my gums to itch and bleed, recklessly, and I ran cold water over my face, quickly, waking myself up, at least, slightly, anyway. Sliding my slippers back onto my feet, I padded back into the bedroom, dropping the towel on my way, and slipping on a fresh pair of black uniform matching underwear, which was followed by a pair of opaque tights. Drying my hair with the same heating charm from yesterday, I found that I would need to invest in socket for my mechanical blow-dryer if I wanted to make my mornings go a little smoother.
Quickly, I buttoned up my shirt, and tucked it into my pleated skirt, spraying myself with sweet-scented perfume, and rolled on some deodorant, before kicking on my shoes, and grabbing my backpack from the bottom of my wardrobe. Thankfully, the bitch didn't get anything on it, because we were told to carry our books with us to the Black Lake, and leave our bags back at the Care of Magical Creatures classroom. It had been dropped off while I was passed out, I supposed, and I had to thank whoever had the thoughtfulness to do so.
Sprinting out of the room, and down the stairs, while simultaneously throwing my hair up in a messy, unkempt bun, at the back of my head, meeting the other two waiting Slytherins, who did nothing but smirk as they saw how dishevelled I was, causing me to blush deeply at their silent remarks.
"You two ready?," I asked, hoping I sounded at least a little bit more in control than I felt, and Draco simply bowed his head, once, and stepped forward, taking my hand in his, tightly, and tugging me behind him, as he walked out of the room, Blaise trailing behind me. This would happen for a few days, he had said last night, they would need to make sure I was safe at all times - and that meant to be hyper vigilant with everything and everyone that they came into contact with.
I almost pitied them, honestly. The others, not my mates.
Draco whined, his brow crumpling, "Do we have to go to breakfast, Blaise?," in a slightly petulant tone to his voice that made me crack a smile, even if it were only a brief one. Blaise scoffed, the sound echoing off of the walls around us, and replied, "Yes. Your mother said she had something to deliver to you, and we needed to go this morning."
"You get mail at breakfast?"
He nodded, curtly, and replied, his focus on fixing the striped tie around his neck, "Yes.. Via owl."
Pursing my lips, slightly, I asked, "Everyday, without fail?"
He raised both of his eyebrows in acquiescence, and said, "Yes. If there is mail for us to get, our owls will get it to us."
I hummed, low and quiet in the back of my throat, and answered, twirling my finger in the tightest curl I could find, "That sounds interesting."
-0-
"Eat up, love," Draco pleaded, for the umpteenth time, his fingers drawing small circles in the lower half of my back, his thighs pressed against mine, "I'll worry if you don't. You've got Potions first, and it's a double lesson - you wont get to eat till lunch."
Shuffling closer to him, my cheek resting on the hard, warm pane of his chest, and I poured myself a cool glass of orange juice, and gathered two pieces of toast, and smothered them both with freshly pulped strawberry jelly - or jam, as these guys call it.
Grinning, astringently, at him, I asked, "Happy?," with a gentle roll of my eyes, and bit into my toast, hearing Blaise chuckle, lowly, to himself, and sip on his chai tea, a regal, decorous air about him. The crumbs of the toast felt strange as they coated my fingers, the jam sticky and unpleasant as I wiped it off on the available napkins, but it was delicious, nonetheless.
A loud caw, followed by a distinctly familiar succession of hoots echoed through the Great Hall, and as I glanced upwards, I saw the recognizable outline of Tooter - my given owl. Lucius had presented me with Tooter not a week into my stay at the Manor, and I loved him with everything in my being. Jude did, too. They liked to play together, a lot.
Tooter was followed by Blaise's midnight black owl, Majesty, and Draco's perfectly primped and pearly white owl, Pepper, who had a trail of grey down her back, from her nose, all the way to the tips of her feathery tail. My beautiful owl swooped down, landing, perfectly, on my shoulder, as did Majesty and Pepper on their respective owners forearms, and his playful, frisky hoot drew echoing noises from the two females he arrived with. The little player.
"What have you got for me, Tooty?" I whispered, rubbing small circles in the crown of his brown and white feathery head, his intelligent topaz eye glinting at me, deep set in his skull, wide and knowledgeable. He shook his leg, in response, and I saw that there was a note rolled up in a tube shape, attached with a red ribbon to his ankle. I pulled out a piece of freshly cooked bacon, tearing a bit off, and handed it to him, letting him eat it, quickly, before I unhooked the letter from his body. I kissed the crown of his head, and said, lovingly, "Thank you, Tooty, my smart boy."
He cawed at the appraisal, and twirled on my shoulder, then, with a great, powerful flap of his wings, he whisked away, taking the rest of the bacon I had in my hands with him, the cheeky git, trailed by Majesty and Pepper, who had given their masters a copy of the Daily Prophet, the local newspaper that seemed to be most popular with Hogwarts pupils. Swiftly, I unravelled the ribbon, finding that as soon as I did so, the note itself trebled in size, and was now roughly the same width and length of a normal A4 piece of paper. With sharp eyes, I scanned the note, finding what was written on it more interesting that anything the ragtag newspaper could have supplied me with.
Dear Evelyn,
Okay, screw it.
Hey, Evie. It's the twins.
Well.. No, its Dylan writing now, but whatever.
We're both in Athens, right now, sorting through some family shit that we really don't care about, and we wanted to know how you're settling in at Hogwarts. And listen up, just because you're a bonded witch now doesn't mean you can forget about your friends, Widget. We're still here, you know. It's going to be hard to be away from you, but we miss you, a lot.
We heard about your accident at the Black Lake, and believe me, we're working on getting that Daphne chick royally fucked over. Nobody messes with our Evie and gets away with it. We have connections in the Ministry - connections that would not care to make enemies of us, and experience the wrath that accompanies our family namesake. Either way, she's been suspended from Hogwarts, pending a trial with the Heads of House, the Ministry and the current Headmistress. Because of all of the Voldemort drama that occurred last year, they're taking extreme penalties against violence within Hogwarts, especially hate crimes - crimes against those who are of a different speciation, heritage and blood status.
The violence that you experienced at the hands of that 'woman' comes explicitly under more than one of those categories, and now, we're exercising ever inch of our family's influence and power to have her become a social pariah. I want to destroy her reputation, her parents reputation, her children's status. I want her to rue the day she even so much as thought about hurting you.
Onto lighter things, sweetheart.
Write to us as often as you can, we'll always find time to reply to you. I hope that this doesn't change anything between us. You're still our best friend, and we love you, a lot. Don't forget about us, Evie, it'll break my heart if you did. We hope you like the present we left you, it should still be rolled up in the note - if not, this entire section should be ignored, otherwise I'll look like an asshole.
P.S. - this part if from Jason, if you couldn't tell from the fucking terrible writing.
Hey, fuckwit, how's Hogwarts? I know Dylan just asked you that, but I'm writing it again so it looks like I care.
Don't worry about that Daphne girl - Dylan knows a guy, who knows a guy, who'll sort it out. Either way, Squirt, I just wanted to let you know that we haven't forgotten about you - we never could. We were sent to live in and around your life, to help and protect you until your mates came around and took over, but you grew on us. A lot.
It actually kind of hurts my heart to know that you don't need us anymore - Draco and Blaise are more than capable of protecting you, we get that, but a guy cant help but feel a little put out that his best friend is moving on, you know. I didn't write this to make you feel guilty, I wrote it to let you know that we're thinking of you.
We're sorry for lying to you, please, believe me, if it weren't pertinent to your safety, we wouldn't have done it. Lying to you was the hardest thing that either of us have ever had to do, and to see you look so put out and betrayed, especially on your birthday.. Well, it sucked, and its something that I wouldn't want to do again.
Give my regards to your mates, and tell them if they hurt you, in any way, we will find them, and well.. They'll understand.
We love you, Evie,
Your twins.
Dylan and Jason Young
By the end of the note, I had tears lining my eyes, and I felt my heart lurch in my chest, once, twice, and a third time, before settling down.
"Can I write to them soon?" I asked, quietly, fearing whatever protective bullshit answer they would give me, and I was pleasantly surprised to find them entirely complacent with the idea.
"Sure, they obviously care about you - keeping you away from them would only serve to upset you, and that's not what I wish to happen," Blaise commented, after a casual shrug of his shoulders, and a soft smile placed on his face. They both had read the letter over my shoulder, chuckling at times, growling at others, but generally, they had gave off a good, accepting vibe, and I was glad for it. We settled back into the usual, comfortable silence, and I used this time to sip on my juice, or nibble on whatever fruit was available around me.
"Instead of the usual hour and fifteen minutes that we would have for a normal lesson, its two and a half hours, every single Potions class," Blaise stated, not five minutes later, after taking a sip of his water, "Severus Snape is, and always will be, the teacher of that lesson - and even though he's dead, he still is."
My eyes widened in shock, and I stuttered, "He's a ghost?"
"Mhm," Draco hummed, conscientiously, his arm wrapped around my waist, and his arm settled on my upper thigh, and said, edgily, "Best teacher in this place. It doesn't matter if he's dead or not, he's still brilliant."
Rubbing his arm soothingly, I felt the tension that had gathered in his torso lessen, fractionally. Draco carried his godfather's death heavily on his shoulders, that was clear to see. He thought it was his fault, in essence, that he died, especially in such a painful, upsetting way. It got to him every time he thought about it, and it made me uncomfortable to see him so emotional. Because when he got emotional, he pulled away, and became withdrawn and cold.
And that wasn't what I wanted.
"I'm sure he is, Draco," I said, calmly, hoping to quell whatever discomfort that had settled around his heart, "I'm excited to meet him, as a matter of fact. He knew my parents, I'd really like to meet him.. Ask him about them."
Draco smiled, then, only a small one, but it was real, and said, "I'm sure he'd like that," while he bumped our foreheads together, lightly, our noses just brushing one another's, and I heard a feminine squealing from opposite me. Pansy sat with her face tucked into Theo's shoulder, a silly grin on her face.
"You three are.. Adorable!"
Blaise didn't seem to like that as he growled, lowly, of course, and in a way, a little playfully, to which she scoffed at, minutely, before clasping Theodore's hand tightly in her own, basking in the whole love-y dove-y atmosphere that encased us all.
Thank you, guys! I hope you guys are enjoying this so far. You're looking at an update every two weeks - so the next update should be 28th February 2014. I hope this is alright with all of you. Please, read, review, favorite - whatever - if you could. I really love you guys, and every single one of you are special to me.
A special thanks to my 100th reviewer - Roo 3 - for the great compliment that you gave me.
I did upload this earlier, but I took it down, bc of mistakes, but w/e, I hope you like it!