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.

Warning: Yeah. Lemons. Or something

Evie POV

"I'm ready.."

I almost wished I could have photographed their immediate reactions, because they were, in a word, priceless. There was a beat of silence before Blaise's eyes widened to the point of it almost being comical. His grip tightened on my hips, almost as an afterthought, and he breathed, "Are you sure, mio amore?"

Kissing him, deeply, sensually, emotionally, passionately, I drew him closer, until there wasn't anything between us, not even space, and I felt him smile into the embrace. He reclined on the sofa, pulling me with him, so I was curled over him, the heat from the flames licking at the side of my face, and I felt Draco trail his fingers up and down the length of my spine. I turned in Blaise's lap, a sharp inhalation being drawn from his lips, and I pulled Draco close. The sensation of Blaise's erection pressed against my back, trapped between our bodies was something new to me. I licked Draco's bottom lip, tasting something that was perfectly him, and sighed, "Come here, Draco."

Blaise straightened his legs out, and Draco crawled forward, so he was straddling Blaise's lap, and confining me between both of them.

"You are going to get yourself into trouble with that mouth, love," he said, passion colouring his every word, and I grabbed the lapel of his shirt, holding him tightly to my chest.

"I want you," I groaned into a kiss, unable to stop myself, "I want both of you, so bad.."

Blaise grabbed my waist, tightly, grinding himself against me, running his hands up and down my legs, skimming the edge of my skirt, and I inhaled, sharply, as he tucked his fingers into the waistband of my tights, and shuffled them halfway down my legs - Draco grabbing them and pulling them the rest of the way, and throwing them somewhere else.

He swooped forward, his hold like molten lava against my skin.

"More.. I need, I cant," I couldn't find the words to explain how I was feeling in those precious, sensual few moments, and he kissed me, deeply, filling me with an outrageous flash of passion and love.

"I know.. Cant get upstairs.. Here."

They both pulled back enough to tug their shirts from their bodies; their naked torsos having been revealed to me before, yet still shock and awed me every time. The rugged panes of their chests enthralled me. Their soft skin, so warm and silky against my own. It was magical. Draco threw his shirt away, and I felt Blaise do the same with his own. I stammered, feeling nervousness settle in my bones, "How-How does this work? I-I cant.. There's two of you."

Draco laughed, quietly, the sounds vibrating from his chest to my own, and he drew small circles on my bare legs.

"We'll make it work, love," he assured, "We're going to take it slowly."

"You promise?," I asked, with a tremor in my voice that made Blaise sigh, deeply. He nudged me, so I should turn around, and I did so, on my hands and knees, my hair falling over to the left hand side, and he ran his fingers through the strands a few times, securing me in place, his eyes darkened with lust and something else that I couldn't place, and they pinned me to the spot.

He said, earnestly, "Mio amore, we are here for you. If you are not comfortable with something, let us know. Never censor yourself around us - you are ours, the same way we are yours and we wish to show you so."

I played with his fingers, my own embarrassingly clammy with anxiety, and I stammered, nervously, "But.. What if I do something wrong?"

Draco chipped in, honestly, "You wouldn't be able to disappoint us, even if you tried, love. We don't expect anything more than what you can give us. Don't force yourself to do something that you aren't content in doing."

Sitting up, so Draco's chest was pressed against my back, Blaise's against my own, and they both swooped in the nibble on my neck or kiss my lips, respectively.

I almost came on the spot.

There was so many sensations rushing through my body; attacking my nerve endings, burning my veins with an aching desire, a heat that rushed through my stomach, almost to the point of being painful. On instinct, I ground myself harder against Blaise's abdomen, almost as if I were some kind of a wanton whore, and I just didn't care.

I needed something, and I knew that they could give it to me.

"Blaise.. It hurts," I sighed, rocking against him, inhaling, sighing, groaning and writhing, over and over again, feeling Blaise grab my waist harshly in his calloused grip, and ordered, "Stay still, one second, Evie, I can-ngh. Ah!"

He pressed his forehead against mine, and stilled my movements with a clenching of his hands on my hips. I asked, my lip being sucked between my teeth, "Did I do something wrong?"

Draco chuckled, and replied, "No.. You almost made him cum, that's all."

Blaise blushed, deeply, at his crass words, and replied, a little breathlessly, but a smile on his face, nonetheless, "You try having her on your lap and we'll see how long you last, Draco."

"C'mon, love," Draco grumbled, lowly, and helped me so I was standing up, a little shakily, but no worse for wear, "Let's take this upstairs, alright?"

Blaise trailed behind us, quietly, after having adjusted the obviously uncomfortable, delectable-looking hard-on in his slacks. As soon as we stepped into the dimly lit bedroom, Draco asked, coolly, "You want to get.. Comfortable, love?"

I blinked, vacantly, for a few seconds, before biting my lip, and, with help, I tugged off the sweated that was draped over my shoulders. He helped me unbutton my school shirt, and shuffled it off, carefully, taking a second to stare at my bare chest. My brows furrowed, "Is there something wrong?"

My words broke him out of his trance, and stated, seriously, "N-no, you're perfect. I'm just a little," he licked his lips, seductively, "In shock, that's all."

His words made my skin flush, darkly, and I heard Blaise purr loudly from behind me. He groaned, "You. Look. Delectable."

He trailed his fingers over both straps of my bra, before falling to cup the lower part of my back, and pulling me towards him, the feel of actual skin on skin being almost too much, sensitivity-wise, and I hissed, quietly, at the contact.

"Feel good?"

I nodded, unable to speak clearly, and I felt him walk me over to the side of the bed, kisses pressed everywhere and anywhere that either of us could fine. The blurthat clouded my vision stopped me from paying much attention to anything around me, but Draco had made his way over to the wide mattress, and he was grasping me everywhere, too.

Their touches were like molten magma, burning, blistering, lighting up every nerve ending in my body, and I could barely breathe. I curled in on myself, feeling Blaise take this as time to bite my, harshly, on the side of my neck, marking me as his own, and Draco did the same on the other side, his canines actually piercing the surface, and cutting into my skin, licking over the injury, healing it, slightly. I arched off of the bed, my lungs seizing up and I exclaimed, "Ah-Jesus!"

Blaise smirked against my skin, and licked a long strip beneath my ear, drawing out keens and coos from the base of my throat; an ardent sensation that flared around in my underwear, and I ached to feel his touch somewhere more personal and intimate.

"Touch me, please," I groaned, falling against the pillows, both of my mates taking post either side of my body, still biting, kissing, clawing at my skin. They paused for a moment, before suddenly everything was on fire. My eyes were closed, so I couldn't see which one but someone hooked their fingers in my skirt and underwear simultaneously, while the other helped me unhook my bra, and threw it across the room, baring me to the entire world.

"Sweet Salazar, you're beautiful," Blaise sighed against my skin. He turned me on my side, so my back was turned to Draco, who practically glued himself to my rear. At some point, they had both shed themselves of their clothing, and they were as bare as the day they were born, and oh, it was perfect.

Draco's entire being radiated a lean, tight, taut fighter, with sinewy muscles and firm, strong limbs. The panes of his chest were smooth and hairless, feeling soft against my own, and I loved it. Blaise, on the other hand, was broad, muscular, but not to the point of being beefy or overly brawny. He was powerfully-built, that was clear to see, and he held that power with everything he did. His hands were larger than Draco's, more calloused and firmer, his torso littered with a short scattering of hairs that I loved combing my fingers through.

Draco's fingers traced the length of my spine, the digits following the curve of my butt, cupping beneath it, and bending my back so I was pressed against them both in the most intimate of ways. Blaise pulled up the sheets to cover our bodies, and pulled me infinitely closer.

"You are perfect."

Blaise hooked my leg so it hung over the side of his bare waist, his throbbing, pulsing sex pressed against my own, wet and slick with need and desire. He trailed his thumb down my centre, and drew slow, languid circles in the most important part of me.

"This," he accentuated by grinding himself against me harder, "Is the most intimate part of you. This," he curled his finger against me, making me lose all control of myself, and rut against his finger like a common wanton whore, "Belongs to us. Nobody else can make you feel this way, nobody else can hold you like this."

Draco insisted, sucking particularly harshly on my collarbone, and growled, the hum heavy and dark, my insides becoming slicker and hotter at the sound, "Just us."

Blaise took this time slip his finger inside of me, and curl the digit in such a way that had my legs shaking in desire and licentiousness. I cried, tears prickling my eyes, "Please, good God!"

He didn't waste any time, pumping his fingers in and out of my body, initially at such a slow pace that my eyes crossed in equal parts annoyance and anticipation. He grinned, mischievously, and said, to the younger Veela, over my head, "She's an eager one, isn't she, Drake?"

The blonde replied, serenely, "She's perfect."

Blaise's breath puffed against my skin, and he whined, grinding his erection against the inside of my leg, "She's so warm.. I cant wait to be inside of her."

Blaise choked on his words, a little, and once he deemed myself prepared, he slid in a second, followed by a third, increasing the pace to almost supernaturally fast, and I felt a burning, tingling sensation begin to line my abdomen. Draco had been playing with the rest of my body; pebbling my nipples, clenching my hips, tugging on my hair, kissing the base of my neck. All sensual movements that, not only made me feel loved, but cherished.

"I-I cant.. Ah," I groaned, my vision becoming blurry and a bundle of something convulsing inside of my body, "I think.. Ngh, I think I'm close?"

Blaise took this on, and his fingers seemed to essentially vibrate with how fast they were pumping inside of me, and I had maybe, nought-point-seven seconds, before a white-hot flash of light shot through me, and I was practically riding his fingers with how ruggedly I was humping the digits. He let me ride out my climax, his lips attacking my neck, sucking on my skin, and subsequently his bite mark.

"You smell like us," he commented against my collar, drawing his fingers from my body, and stared deep into my eyes and sucked on his digits, sensually, licking them clean of my juices.

"Well.. I-Uh," I smiled, nervously, feeling tendrils of lust spike my stomach again and I licked my lips, apprehensively. Draco chuckled, slightly, and pressed himself against my body, turning me on my back, and slotted himself between my legs, both of which were hooked around his toned legs. He asked, "Are you okay, love?"

Nodding, naively, I shuffled closer to him, both of his elbows perched besides my head, his hands clasped above me, and he ground himself against me, minutely, before licking and sucking at the skin surrounding my sensitive nipples.

"You know, Blaise has had his fun.. Can I give you a try?"

His tone was light and playful, however I heard the plead for permission, and I nodded, giving my consent immediately. He grinned against my hypersensitive skin, nipping, licking, tonguing, biting, lower, and lower, and lower, andlower, and- sweet Jesus, was his tongue inside of me?

My legs were hooked over his shoulders, and sure enough, Draco was there, giving me the best - and the only, I noted, with embarrassment - oral orgasm I had ever received. I guess my lady parts were a little more sensitive than usual, so almost as soon as that warm, wet muscle probed my entrance, I was arched off of the bed, my eyes clenched closed, and my second orgasm being wrenched from me. My entire body was clamped tight, my legs shaking with the amount of pure pleasure shooting through my body.

Blaise simply sat besides me, his cheek reclined on his fist, which was tucked into the pillow beneath him, and he observed us both with a gentle, compassionate gleam in his eyes. His fingers were running through my hair, but I was too busy focused on how shot my nerves were.

"That was.. Jesus, that was amazing." I sighed, into the crook of my arm, a few minutes of recovery later. I felt my blonde lover grin into the skin between my shoulder blades, as I was lying on my stomach, and said, coolly, "You should go to sleep."

Feeling how.. Excited they were, as their hard cocks were pressed against my thighs, I could hardly leave them alone in such a state, and go to sleep. I asked, "What about you?"

I glanced down at his dick, and he blushed - wow, that really goes all the way down, doesn't it? - and said, "I don't mind.. I can take care of myself, love. Blaise, too, we're fine."

I could hear the lie in his voice, but I was glad for the way out. Instead of taking it, though, I reached down, quickly, and clasped my hand, tentatively, around the base of his cock, hearing a sharp intake of breath in response.

"Love.. What- Ah, shit. What are you, fuck, doing?"

The moist sound of his pre-cum rubbing against his velvety cock, which was thrumming in my hand, made the space between my legs make itself known, however right now, it wasn't about me. It was all him. I was working on pure instinct; I couldn't figure out why I did it, but I did, and he liked it, so I didn't care. Shuffling through the sheets, and moving him so he was on his back, so I was straddling the calves of his legs, and was face-to-face with his flushing dick.

Dicks weren't pretty; I got that already. Accidental glimpses of badly made porn already told me that, but his.. It was pretty nice, as dicks went. It was around an inch and a half in girth, but easily eight and a half in length. The base was coated with a thin patch of blonde-white hair, and the tip was flushed a deep red, as the rest of it was a blushing rose-pink colour.

"Come on, Draco," I urged, glancing up at his drawn, pinched, almost pained face, "Cum for me, baby."

He hit his head against his pillow in frustration, his abs rippling with exertion, and I glanced over at Blaise, who was fisting his cock so quickly that his hands were almost invisible. His face was blushing with exertion, and I grinned at the sight - the great Blaise finally losing control of himself, and I got to see it. Draco was taking too long to cum, I felt like I might have been doing something wrong, so as best I could, I licked the tip, taking in the budding pre-cum that gathered there. The bitter dew wasn't necessarily bad, it tasted.. Different. It was something that I could get used to, I suppose.

"God damn it, Evie," he groaned, the muscles of his ass clenching in response, "Stop fucking with me, I cant take it."

"I'm not playing with you, Draco-" Blaise's sudden growl cut me off for a moment, and I glanced over at him, to see his cock coating his tan, bare, sweating, heaving chest with white ropes of bittersweet semen. With an intrigued expression, I continued, "I'm not playing, Draco. Please, I want to see you cum. Let me show you."

After this, I almost engulfed his cock in my mouth, ignoring the salty-bitterness that swarmed my mouth, and used my tongue in place of my hand. Because it was my first time, I began tentatively, and kept glancing up at his expression, and taking it as guidance. He was biting his lips, his fingers woven through the his blonde strands and the pillow beneath his head, and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed down his moans.

Blaise was lying on his front, his eyes darkened as he watched me work, and he ran his fingers through my hair, urging me. Draco's chest rippled and he moaned, his hands joining Blaise's in my unkempt, messy hair, practically fucking my face, "G-GOD, F-Fuck.. No, s-stop, Evie. Oh, M-Merlin, I-I-I-AH!"

The flush of bitter liquid that flooded my mouth caught me off guard, however I rode it out, humming low in the back of my throat, massaging his balls in my hands, the soft organ pliant in between my fingers. Releasing his penis from my lips with a loud pop, I swallowed the rest of the fluid, and shuffled up his body, our legs weaving together, and my cheek resting on his chest as I faced my Italian lover.

"I love you two, you know that right?," I admitted, after a moment of silence, and they glanced at me - Draco's usually grey eyes blackened with lust and his pupils blown completely out, and Blaise's expression thoughtful, as he replied, "We love you too."

Draco gulped, and threw his arm over my stomach, and turned on his side, so I was pressed between both of my mates. Without realising it, I inhaled in his scent, and noticed that I couldn't smell anything but them around me. He sniffed once, running his fingers over my naked sides, and said into the darkness, "Goodnight, Evelyn."

Not a complete lemon.. I guess, but it's pretty heated, right?

I've let you guys go for a long time - my exams are coming up and I'm really focusing on it now. So, I doubt you'll get another chapter until the end of May. I AM THE DEVIL, I KNOW, BUT I HAVE GROWN UP RESPONSIBILITIES - I'M REALLY SORRY!