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

September came and passed quicker than I would have liked; everyday feeling like a piece of sand in a small hourglass slipping through my fingers, and I enjoyed every moment that passed, even though I wished I could relive every second all over again.

For the entirety of October, the month practically made for magic, there was a sense of tightness about my body that I couldn't explain. It ached in everything that I did, and my headaches became more frequent and intense.

Waking up every morning, I had to drag myself to class, only to throw myself headfirst into the pits of homework that washed over me every single class that I took and it was taking its toll on me. My eyes were losing their glimmer, my skin becoming more ashen and pallid as the days past and I could tell people were noticing. The rumour-mill was churning again.

Is she pregnant?

Of course I wasn't. We all knew that, but they didn't, and it was kind of hard trying to convince a school of almost eight thousand that I was still a novice, while I was in a relationship with two of the most previously-promiscuous men in the eighth year class, which is why I left it alone. If I was asked, I answered honestly, but beyond that, I rarely gave them my time.

Besides, it was getting to the point where I could hardly glance at a piece of text without the words floating off of the page, and spinning my world on end. It was nauseating to say the least.

Twisting my fork through my plate of rapidly-cooling spaghetti bolognaise, I glanced up and out of the Great Hall, through the large oak-wood door at the entrance, and just stared. I didn't know how long for, but I just did. The very thought of eating anything made my stomach flip on its head, and start to frog-stomp against my small intestine. Needless to say it wasn't a pretty sight, and I felt like my entire body was going to burst into flames.

"Hey," Draco's warm, inviting voice that felt like molten honey dripped against my skin. He slipped his arm around my waist and asked, his brow puckered in worry, "Are you feeling alright, love? You're looking a little pale."

In actuality, I probably looked like an overstuffed, tired cadaver, but he just wanted to be nice about it. Sniffing, a little, I shuffled closer to his, tucking my face in his welcoming collar, and mumbled, languidly, "Jus-t a little tired, 's all."

Blaise stated, seriously, and even though I couldn't see his face, I could imagine that he was frowning deeply, "You sound a little more than tired, mio amore, you look sick."

Draco reached out and hit him, sharply on his arm, and bit out, "Not the time, Zabini."

But Blaise wasn't having it. I poked my head over Draco's shoulder, my eyes unfocused and shaky but I could see my calmer lover's lip curled upward in sheer anger. He snarled, seeming to not give a damn if there were people around him, who could probably see the sudden change in his eye colour. They were the violent red that I both craved and feared. He growled, his tone taking on a more primal tone, "But look at her! She's clearly ill, but she hasn't said anything. Excuse me for being fucking worried, Malfoy."

Unable to help myself, I flinched at the venom in his tone and I sighed, forcing both of my hands against the wooden table that was filled with food that I would usually jump over myself to get at, and I stammered, shakily, "E-Enough with the surnames, please. I-I feel horrible."

Blaise asked, "Where does it hurt, mio amore?," his focus suddenly pointed directly at me, and I heard him stand up, as though he were going to make his way over to me. Thankfully we were on the further end of the bench, away from the teachers. Draco liked the privacy.

Unable to help myself, I groaned as a particularly vindictive wave of primal ache exploded in the back of my neck, causing my entire body to seize up and jerk. "Everywhere."

Draco tucked me closer, pressing a comforting kiss to my hairline, and asked, worriedly, "You want to go to bed, love?"

I begged, knitting my fingers in his shirt, mussing up the material, "Please."

He helped me us, excusing us from the table, and helped me across the dining hall, receiving many strange glances in return but not caring about anything other than me. It took a while, and Blaise ended up having to carry me, bridal-style, in his strong arms, considering I promptly lost consciousness halfway through the journey.

Spec-fucking-tacular.

The sensation of the cool silk pillowcase of the plump duck-feather filling against my face made my eyes flutter open, almost feeling the burst blood vessels in my eye squirm under the overtly bright light.

"Turn 'em off, please," I begged in a hushed, pained tone. I turned on my side, feeling my skin crawl with antipathy, and shook under the strength of my stomach cramps.

"I cant b-breathe," I choked, my stomach clenching over and over again, drawing up the liquid remnants of whatever shitty food that I had eaten earlier this morning. I wasn't going to vomit - I just felt like a bag of steaming shit. Draco drew small comforting circles on my upper thigh, and kissed behind my ear.

"It's going to be okay, beautiful," he sighed, cuddling me tighter around my middle. "You've just got to tell us what's wrong? We can't… I can't do anything."

Sneezing, out of the blue, practically dislodging my spine for a moment, and replied, my tone shaky and weak, "I jus-t feel horr- horrible."

Blaise asked, "When did it start, babe?"

Absentmindedly, I noticed that he was becoming more comfortable with Muggle terms of endearment. I replied, "It started last night."

Draco's expression suddenly became queasy, then he asked, tentatively, "Is it.. Your lady-thing?"

He was referring to my period, and it wasn't. I had yet to come on, as a matter of fact. I was a little worried, initially, however after a conversation with Professor McGee, who told me that I would only menstruate every three months now, due to my Veela heritage, which was a huge, green fucking tick in my book. I didn't need extra bleed-y time, honestly.

Apparently I wouldn't go into 'heat', but I would be more likely to become pregnant closer to my ovulation date, which was between one and three days before and after my period started. I had to be careful around them nearing those dates because I couldn't be pregnant right now, I just couldn't do it.

Ever since I came into my inheritance, I've noticed that whenever I would see babies, I would feel a sudden yearning, which Cissy explained to be my natural maternal instincts. I was biologically made to be a mom, and I had nothing against that. I wanted kids. I did. I do. Hell, I wanted a load of mini-me's, but first, I needed to have a stable life made for myself and my family.

It would be awesome to wake up every morning, and stare into the eyes of something that I created with the help of either one of my mates - a biological combination of both of us - but I didn't think I'd be able to cope. Especially because I was still in high school. Turning around, I shuffled closer to him, cuddling further into his arms, and said, "No.. It's not my lady-time, Drake. At least I don't think so. I just feel like shit and I don't know why."

He kissed my forehead, then placed his hand in the crook of my neck, and pulled me closer. Sighing, heavily, I commented, dreamily, "You smell good."

He chuckled, lightly, and said, "Now I know you're delirious, love. Get some sleep, Blaise is making you some soup."

I blanched, immediately, and said, "I don't think I can eat anything."

He smiled, soothingly, "I know, love, we're not expecting you to. He'll put it in that fridge-contraption," he waved his hands in the air, noncommittally, "And it'll be saved until you're feeling better. But," he said certainly, "You will have to eat. I don't want you wasting away, love, you're too important to me for that, okay?"

I nodded. "Okay."

"Good, now," he wrapped his arms around my waist, and said, "Get comfy, and sleep it off. I'll be here when you wake up, I promise."

Even though my eyes were closed, I grumbled into the material of the pillowcases below my face, "I love you."

He grinned against the skin of my neck and whispered, "I know. I love you too."

-0-

Blinking my eyes open, I felt warm, encasing arms flex and ripple as I twisted and turned in his arms. Draco breathed, his eyes still closed as he slowly woke up, "Are you feeling better?"

I nodded, and kissed his jaw-line. "Mhmm."

I shuffled out of his arms, my limbs feeling chafed and a little stiff, but no worse for wear. I rubbed at my wrists, and sat up, rolling my neck slowly, hoping to work out ant kinks that had developed over night. I asked, "What's the time?"

Blaise's quiet drawl chipped in, one violet eye staring up at me while he rubbed the other clear of sleep, "Almost one in the morning."

My eyes widened, comically, and I apologised, vehemently. I felt my frown deepen as I went along, "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to wake up so.. Stupidly early."

He laughed, into the crook of his arm, his dark hair messy, both of his eyes drawn. He stated, "It's fine, beautiful. Just go back to sleep."

My stomach rumbled as soon as he finished his words, and I blushed at their humorous expressions as they took in my dishevelled appearance. Draco dipped his head at my tummy, and asked, "Hungry, much, love?"

"It's not my fault. I didn't eat anything."

He grinned, widely, and flipped out the covers, and grabbed a robe to cover his shoulders. I asked, "Where are you going, Draco?"

He shrugged, casually, and said, tying up the robe, "To get you something to eat. You said you were hungry, right?"

Blaise turned on his side, and shuffled over, and placed his face in my lap. Almost automatically, I ran my fingers through his hair, over and over again, feeling his unperturbed purring in response. Almost languidly, I glanced down at him, my heart swelling with love and compassion, and asked, "Who do I have to thank for you guys?"

He glanced up, his back muscles rippling in a way that made me lick my lips in anticipation, and he levelled me with a glare that was almost murderous in intensity.

"We're the lucky ones, my love," he stated, seriously. "I've been waiting for you ever since I was four years old and I knew what I would become."

Draco pulled open the door then, and I glanced up, seeing him struggle with a long wooden tray. There was a large white ceramic bowl in the centre, filled with herbal soup, and small squared of croutons floating around inside of the soup. Clapping my hands, happily, I felt Blaise pull away, but one of his hands was placed on my lower back, as Draco placed the tray to trap my legs, and said, in a really convincing French accent, "Bon appétit."

"Thanks," I said, somewhat distractedly, as the scent of the food completely overtook my senses. Grabbing a cool metal utensil, I spooned the orange-brown fluid onto my spoon, and sighed in absolute delight.

It was delicious.

I kissed his nose, sweetly, and sighed, "You are an amazing cook, Blaise. If I could only eat one thing for the rest of my life, it would be your cooking."

Draco sneered, agitated, "I helped.."

Blaise scoffed, loudly, "Yeah.. The washing up doesn't count, Draco."

The blond scowled, but to me, it just looked cute. I would never tell him so, though, because he would hate it.

"Leave him alone, Blaise," I said, good-naturedly, and went back to sipping my warm, creamy soup. I asked, "Why did you let me sleep so late? I should really have done my homework.."

Draco shuffled closer to me, and said, concerned, "You could barely keep your eyes open, let alone actually do anything. We were so worried, we got Madam Pomfrey to come and check on you while you were asleep. She said you body was going into its fertility stage for the first time, and its getting used to the changes. We put some pain reliever in your soup, because it tastes like heated death on its own."

Glancing down at my half-empty plate, I stared at Blaise, who shrugged guiltily, and rubbed the back of his neck, unable to meet my eyes. He said, after a moment of silence, "Sorry, my love, you wouldn't have eaten it otherwise."

"I know," I pouted, slightly, "It still doesn't mean I like how you went about it. You could have just told me it was in it. I would have eaten it either way."

He nodded, at least having the decency to be ashamed of their crass actions, and asked, "We didn't want to take that chance. If you want, I can get you another plateful, you must still be hungry."

"That would be nice," I said. Then after a moment of deliberation, I tacked on the end, jokingly, "Hold the potion?"

He grinned, and slipped out of the room, quietly, leaving me and my blonde lover alone. I turned to Draco and asked, "What else did Pomfrey say?"

I knew he was keeping something from me, and I wanted to know. I knew him too well for that.

His frown deepened, slightly, and he stammered, nervously, "S-She said.. Well, just that you wont go into heat, because we're not reptilian or feline creatures. We're more like.. Birds, I guess. She did say that when we have sex, we would have to be careful, and use protection spells and tonics, otherwise you will become pregnant. She said it would be very easy because you're very fertile."

Pursing my lips at the information, I replied, carefully, "That.. Will that be a problem for you?"

He shrugged and lay with his head in my lap, and I ran my fingers through his blond locks, soothingly. "I want children, I always have. I was an only child, so I didn't experience the whole sibling camaraderie thing, and I wouldn't want that for my child. But, with you, I want it to be your choice. If you get pregnant on accident, then we'll both still stand by your side, and be the happiest fathers in the world."

Biting my lip, slightly, I asked, "Are you sure? What if this.. What if actually having the baby makes you realise that we're not actually.. Supposed to be together?"

He scoffed, lightly, and tapped my nose in a reprimanding way. "If you think we'd leave you, you're out of your mind. We have decades together. Our lifespan is nearly double that of a normal humans, so we have all the time in the world."

He bumped our foreheads together, and kissed the tip of my nose in that stupid couple way that made my stomach do weird flips and I felt a sudden rush of warmth encase my being.

He stated, full of a strange certainty, "When you feel ready to take that step, we'll jump together."

"Promise?"

I held out my pinkie finger, and he stared at it with an exasperated expression.

He grumbled, glaring at the appendage as though it personally offended him and snarled, "This infernal finger promise again? I said I would do it and a Malfoy's promise means his name."

I jerked my finger further towards him, and said, with more emphasis and my eyebrows almost reaching my hairline, "Promise?"

He leveled me with a pointed glare, and with a heavy sigh, he wrapped out pinkies together, and pressed our thumbs in response. He blew in the space between us, and I did the same, keeping eye contact all the while. Clasping my hands together, I trundled further into his embrace, and said, my voice muffled by the fabric of his pajama shirt, "That wasn't so bad, was it?"

He breathed out a small chuckle and admonished, playfully, "Shut up, you."

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