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 next few weeks were pretty chilled out, to say the least. I fell into a niche with my classes, and any spare time that I had was spent in the library, reading up on any extra information I could find about the magical world that I had found myself living in. There was a lot that I would have to learn, but I had always been a very good learner - I had amazing teachers. Blaise and Draco had dedicated their leisure time to helping me study the Wizarding World, and in turn, I taught them about the human world.

Blaise was more interested than Draco, even though the blond tried his hardest to pretend that he liked my stories. I wasn't mad at him for it, he hadn't always had the best relationship with people from the human world, especially after the whole epidemic with the Dark Lord and the negativity that followed him around because of it. He wanted to succeed in the Wizarding world, and show the other witches and wizards that he was a good man who had made a mistake when he had been a child, and afraid for both his life and the lives his beloved family. In some way, I was sure Draco did what he had to to survive, and, even now, he feels the guilt and the regret over his past actions, even though he tries his hardest to hide it. Every time somebody flinches around him, or sends him a particularly scathing glare, he ignores it, but I feel in it in his magic - it hurts him deeply. I think he was embarrassed, too, to have me knowing about this black, burdensome cloud trailing behind him. He wanted to have me see him in the best light - which I did, but he didn't always believe me - and it hurt him to know that at any point, somebody could turn their anger from him, and direct it towards me. He would rather die then let that happen, but I didn't want to even think of the violence that I was certain he would impart on the entire school with. It would practically be a massacre, and I think Blaise would let him.

Speaking of my two mates, I would have to say that the physical area of the relationship shared between Blaise, Draco and I was moving slower than anything else, and for that I was thankful. Even though I had told them I was ready to have sex with them, I didn't know if I was mentally prepared for the physical pain, and that was the only thing putting me off. They didn't force me into anything that I wasn't comfortable with, and so, since that night we hadn't done anything, past holding hands and cuddling. Blaise liked to snuggle behind me, with his arms around my middle and his chin tucked in the crook of my neck, whereas Draco liked to run his fingers through my hair as I lay with my cheek against his lean chest, listening to the thumping of his strong heart beneath his wife beater.

As today was a Saturday, the 'gang' - and by 'gang' I refer to Pansy, Theo, Blaise and Draco - made plans to meet at the Three Broomsticks in Hogsmeade for something light to eat, while we were on our break from school, between ten in the morning and seven in the evening. It gave us enough time to do whatever we liked to do for leisure and still be back at school by a decent time. It was a win-win situation for everyone involved, as the teachers were able to get any extra marking done and the students could literally do anything as long as they stay within the bounds of Hogwarts and Hogsmeade. I had been running a little late. It wasn't my fault that I fell into a book once I was enthralled by it, and lost track of time, and this is why I was rushing now. Draco was going to kill me when he saw me.

Throwing out a hushed apology to a few girls that I skirted through on my board, kicking off of the sidewalk, and forcing my legs to pump as fast as I could in this weather. It was a little windy, but beyond that, nothing I couldn't handle. I tucked my green and grey stripy scarf a smidgen tighter to my neck, and held my beanie atop my head as I turned, a little too quickly, around a corner, and pushed further down the street, trying my hardest to avoid bumping into people. I had never been this worried about busting my shit open when I had been around the twins, who I had yet to hear back from my letter than I had sent almost a two weeks ago. I wasn't worried though - or at least that's what I told myself whenever the noise in my head was quiet enough for me to remember the smiling faces of my two best friends that I had yet to see or hear from. I worried for them, and for me, as though it were possible for them to suddenly forget me. Practically, I knew it was improbable that they could forget me, especially so quickly after me leaving, but I still feared the day that they said they didn't need me any more.

"Isn't that Evelyn?" I heard a dainty voice ask, and as I turned my head, I saw bushy brown hair and intelligent hazel eyes, as Hermione stepped out of The Three Broomsticks. I smiled, courteously, at the petite brunette, and stepped off of my board, holding it in one mitten covered hand by the front bearing, and said, "Hey.. Nice seeing you guys. Can't stop any talk, kind of busy," and gave them all curt nods and taut smiles as I shuffled past them and inside. Of course, the sudden change in temperature made my skin blush a faint pink, and I had to pull off my scarf, hat and mittens, along with my overcoat, which was far too warm for this tight, smoky, yet clean and welcoming inn. I reclined my board beside the cloakroom, where I left my coat.

Glancing around the area, I spotted the familiar mop of neatly combed black hair, besides an antsy, anxious younger blonde. A happy smile made its way onto my face, as I made my way over, and placed my hands on Blaise's shoulder, and surprised him with a warm kiss to the mouth. He looked like he wanted accost me, but as soon as our lips touched, a warm gleam overtook his eyes, and he just seemed happy to have me around. He shuffled out of the booth, to let me in besides an annoyed Draco, and followed behind me, trapping me between them both.

"Where were you?"

Just like I predicted, Draco was pissed. I apologised, smiling at the two opposite me, "Hey, Pans, Theo," then directed at my mate, I added, my eyes pleading, "I got caught up in a book."

He huffed, but said nothing more, and fingered the glass of what suspiciously looked like a large tumbler of whiskey at the table. I quirked a brow at him, and he shrugged it off, then I leaned in and breathed in his strong cologne, losing my senses momentarily, then asked, quietly, "Blaise.. Can you get me a butterbeer?"

He grinned, but the action didn't reach his pure indigo eyes and nodded, sliding out of the booth and disappearing for a few moments. Pansy chuckled, approvingly, and commented, almost disbelieving, "You've got them both under your thumb, Lyn."

That damned nickname was going to send me to an early grave - I swear it. I winced, fractionally, then my eyes took on a malicious turn. I raised a singular eyebrow, and teased, "I know right, Leola."

She hated her middle name, and the only reason why I knew it was because I got it out of Draco, thanks to many hours of pleading with a shaky, teary voice and a dash of puppy dog eyes. I knew from years with the twins that it would work, it was just all in the consistency of the acting. And Draco fell for it. He jumped to tell me everything he knew just to keep me happy, and for a moment, I felt an overwhelming guilt, as I was made aware of the true power that I had over him. I could make him do or say anything, and that was dangerous. If I was unhappy, he would do everything - even kill - to make me smile. If I wanted something, regardless of cost, he would acquire it for me. When we would eventually have children, they would want for nothing, and he would still want to give them more. It was astounding, the power a submissive mate had over their dominant. You would think it were the other way around, what with the dominants being physically stronger, but the submissive mates were smarter, had more of an influence on their families and were protected and revered by others.

Draco froze, immediately, his eyes widening minutely, and his gaze became significantly more focused on the dew beading on the glass of the tumbler, which caused Pansy to throw him a disdainful glare, and nuzzle closer to Theodore, who simply smirked, and pressed a light kiss to her nose. I turned to Draco and stated, "I'm sorry, Drake.. I didn't mean to be late, I got caught up."

He sighed, and angled his body towards mine, holding my eyes in a passionate stare with his steely silver orbs. Suddenly, he drowned the cup of orange-yellow liquid. He leaned in, and kissed me, passionately, against my lips, his fingers curling beneath my chin and steadying my head, then said, his lips still against my own, "Don't make me wait, love. I don't like worrying."

I smiled, and clasped my hand over his, and stared into his eyes, honesty shining in my expression, and I stated, "I promise I wont do it on purpose."

He chuckled, and his hand wound around my waistline, and tugged me closer to him. Blaise returned, my cup of warm butterbeer in his hand, the frothy bronze liquid tasting just like sweet butterscotch. Pulling away from my glass, I heard an echo of amusement ring through my circle of friends. My brows furrowed and I glanced at Blaise, who was hiding his gleeful smile in his fist, making me feel left out.

"Have I missed a joke?," I asked, concerned, and that was it for Theo, who practically fell off of his chair with the intensity of his racks of laughter. I turned to Draco, clearly frowning now, and he sighed, "Come here."

I barely hand enough time to frown before he reached over and held my face in his hands. His lips descended on my face and trailed his tongue along the length of my top lip, making my insides churn and my thighs rub together in discomfort. He levelled me with a soft stare, his liquid steel eyes warm as they raked over my face, as though what he just did hadn't set my insides alight, and said, with a kiss of a amusement pitched on his face, "You had a butterbeer moustache, love."

Glaring straight through Blaise, I shoved him in the shoulder, playfully, and said, "You suck, you know that Blaise."

He shrugged, noncommittally, and replied, "I know. I'm sorry, mio amore."

I scoffed, teasingly, and crossed my arms across my chest, and pouted, "Don't 'mio amore' me, that was mean!"

He sobered up, slightly, and admitted, seriously, "I am truly sorry, Evie, I didn't mean to make you upset."

"Blaise," I started, uncertainly, feeling another swell of guilt rise inside of my chest. "I was only kidding, I'm not really mad."

A chuckle broke my line of concentration, and Draco murmured into my ear, chuckling, "He's fucking with you, Evie. He knows you were joking. He's in one of those moods today."

He was referring to Blaise's more playful moods. They were the bane of my existence, simply because he always liked to play pranks and jokes on me. Draco would just punch him; he learnt pretty damn quick to not fuck around with the younger blond. I, on the other hand, was more susceptible, and infinitely more gullible than Draco, and always fell for his trickery. The vampire in question simply shrugged, coolly, and mouthed, "Sorry," an unnaturally bright gleam in his violet eyes.

"Whatever."

I was never really mad at him, it was always refreshing to be around him, especially when he's like this. It was.. Kind of sweet.

HI GUYS! It's been a while, huh? Well, let's get the excuses out of the way.

1. I have almost finished my first year of college. (YAY) I finish next week, and I have a lot of work just to get done and out of the way.

2. I have a job so my spare time to write has been cut down by a lot.

3. I have 75 chapters of this story written. Although I may not be 100% happy with the whole premise - and some of it I may change - there is SEVENTY FIVE chapters already written so I'm not abandoning this story. Please, if I don't stick to schedule, I haven't quit the story, it's still going on, I just haven't found time to proof read and upload.

4. My Mom has been away for the last few months and she's back, so I'm spending a lot of time with her.

So, here's the sitch.

You're next update won't be till after I've finished college. So you're looking at around next Friday - Monday time.

I hope you enjoy this chapter. Please, read, review, if you find any mistakes, please let me know so I can modify it. Also, share with your friends. I love my stories and want you guys to enjoy them. I actually have plans of different stories that I'm in the process of writing up, like another HP story (DracoXHarry), a few Twilight plans (JasperXBella, EdwardXBella etc) and an X-Men (LoganXOC) story (btw did ya'll watch X-Men DoFP? Bc YAS! It was amazing. Recommend fully. Plus you see Hugh Jack's booty and that's just something that I'm always here for.

Thank you guys for being so kind and understanding!