A/N: Disclaimer: I don't own HP, or its characters. Evelyn is all mine, and I wont give her up!
Draco POV
Why did she have to make this so hard? And by this, I meant me. And my dick. But that wasn't the problem right now.
She was breathtaking.
It wasn't natural to be so beautiful - it couldn't be. It was enough to give me damn heart attack. She was already making the back of my eyes ache and I batted away the urge to rub at the irritation. She was so gorgeous.
She didn't even have to be especially dressed up to be the only person in the room I could focus on. The sound of her heartbeat was the only symphony that I cared to listen to, the only sound that I wanted to hear for the rest of my life. If I lost the ability to hear everything else, but the sounds that radiated from her lithe, slender form, I would be content. There was a light blush coating her soft, smooth skin that made my groin ache with need. I wanted to press my lips to her most private and sacred parts.
She was wearing a blood red chiffon, sweetheart neckline dress, with a rushed bust and front detail that I really didn't care about, that flowed to the floor with an asymmetrical hem, and strapped silver heels adorning her feet, giving her height and a refined poise that I fell in love with all over again. Her hands were clasped in front of her, nervously, and Blaise and I almost tripped over ourselves to get to her.
The thought of her skin on my own made a large, less-than-innocent smile make its way onto my face, and before I could even stop myself, I kissed her, deeply, on her lips, clasping my hand on either side of her face, careful to not fuck with her hair, because I can imagine she wouldn't appreciate that action - no matter how tender the sentiment may be.
"You look stunning, love," I sighed into her hairline, and pressed a light kiss to her temple in response, completely unable to help myself. The taste of her skin was like molten honey and ambrosia.
She slipped from my chest, to turn to Blaise, however I didn't release her from my hold, and lay my hands lightly on her soft waistline.
Blaise sighed, equally as enthralled by her ethereal beauty. He kissed her temple, smoothly, and murmured, against her pale skin, "Could you be any more perfect?"
She giggled, adorably, and I stepped infinitely closer, basically pressing myself completely to her back, and rested my head on her sweetly fragranced shoulder, and breathed in, taking in her scent.
Pansy scoffed, lightly, "There is a party going on - and I didn't waste hours getting ready just for you three to shuffle off upstairs for some lovin'. Come on," she tapped her foot, lightly, and hooked her arm with Theo's. "Let's go be fabulous."
Walking through the Hall doors, we caught the attentions of everyone - as we should. We were the most attractive group of friends in Hogwarts, so of course we were noticed. Evie was the most gorgeous woman - no, person - in this entire shindig - a muggle word that she was especially fond of - and I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
She was absolutely enthralled with the transformation that the Hall had gone through.
The walls had been chanted an obsidian colour, to match the ceiling, which was spelled to mimic the midnight sky. Hovering in the air were pumpkins, with eerily startling expressions carved into the orange skin, alongside dull, flickering candles, which burnt a murky ochre, adding to the mystery of the event.
The long dining benches had been moved to the sides of the Hall, to create 'bleachers' - something that the Americans used during their football games; another sport that Evelyn liked to watch, apparently - and a few students, who weren't lucky enough to snag a date were sitting there, misery radiating from them, making me snigger in amusement.
There were circular tables dotted around the Hall, covered with equally dark sheets, doilies made of rich blood red cotton strewn over them, and thickly stemmed darkly coloured flowers in the main centrepieces on each.
I led my group, Evie's hand resting softly on my forearm, towards the far corner of the Hall, where we would have a perfect scope of vision, as well as a sliver of privacy to talk.
There was nobody in the immediate vicinity that could hear us - thankfully - and I pulled out Evie's seat for her, so she could sit down. Blaise smirked, and glanced up from beneath his lashes, his eyes sparking with unadulterated pleasure and arousal as they skimmed Evelyn's perfect bust and long, thin limbs.
It was going to hard as Hell to avoid touching her tonight, but we had to. I couldn't trust myself around her for much longer - I didn't want her to feel like I was forcing her to do something she wasn't comfortable with, and if that meant that I got my dick sucked nearly every other night by Blaise just to quell the fiery passion that swelled in my abdomen every time she so much as glanced my way.
Blaise wasn't any better though.
I was part animal; I knew that - a half-breed, some might say; but they'd lose their tongues, mighty quick, let me tell you - so it was more instinctual for me to mark her and make her mine. Blaise, on the other hand, was all about the sensuality of the relationship. He was a lover - and a damn good one at that. He liked having sex and he was great at it. He was a biter, and he wanted, so badly, to taste Evelyn that it was driving him insane.
That night, I shiver slightly to think about it, shouldn't have happened.
Now, every time I close my eyes, I can only picture her, on her knees, with my cock snugly fitted in her mouth, and her eyes fixated on me, measuring my reactions. When I came, I couldn't stop myself from crying out into the quiet of our bedroom.
The sounds, the scents, to sensations that wracked my body that night were astounding. It was a wonder I even was able to wake up the following morning.
Blaise was a little jealous, though, I could tell. He couldn't help but touch himself as he watched her suck me off, and he was pouting for the entirety of the following day, because he wanted his 'time' with her. I knew that it was hard for him to let Evie and I bond, because he wanted to keep her by his side for every waking moment of every day, but it was hard for me. I was used to having everything that I wanted, and I was learning to share. Evie didn't quite understand why I was the way I was - the jealousy, the aggression, my stoic nature and how easily it was to irritate me - but Blaise did. He was giving us space, and we had the rest of our lives to get to know each other. I know I wasn't as strong as he was, I wouldn't be able to let her go like that, even if it was to him, so I was empathetic, to an extent. That didn't mean I wasn't going to enjoy my time with her. We knew that we would have to take turns having sex with her; she was a novice, and we didn't want to rush her into anything. Thankfully, she didn't have heats, like other submissive Veela. That would have been a fucking tragedy. A hormonal, angry, volatile Evelyn was someone I wasn't ready to ever meet. Her pregnancies were going to be Hell for us all.
I felt a dainty finger press between my brows, and I turned to face the focal point of my thoughts, smiling up at me, a cup of what appeared to be butter-beer in her glass. She asked, glibly, "What are you thinking so hard about, Draco?"
"Nothing, my love," I grabbed her fingers and pressed a tender kiss to the tips, making her eyes widen, endearingly. When would she realise that I loved doing this kind of thing with her? I loved being the one to make her smile like that. There was only one person in this Universe that I would bother contemplate being with permanently, and it was her. I don't think she realized just how special.. How important she is to me.
"Oh-Uh," she sighed, drawing her hands from my lips and tucked them into her lap, "I guess I'm just worried about you."
Tilting my head to the side, I simply watched her, with nothing but curiosity in my eyes. Blaise asked, coolly, "Why are you worried about him, mio amore?"
He had been itching to call her that for the longest of times. The thing is, Blaise and I are weak. We are. We want to touch her, to kiss her, to hold her, to properly love her, but we weren't sure we could stop ourselves before it got too far. That's why we avoided sticking around her for too long. The lonelier she became, the more potent her scent was to us, and the harder it was to keep a clear head. It was as though she was silently calling out for us, even in her sleep. Blaise and I would end up coated in our own come when we woke up because her scent, her cries and her blissful expressions would haunt our dreams.
She played with her fingers, her thoughts obviously making her feel uncomfortable, then she stuttered, "He's.. Both of you.. You're just a little distant, that's all."
I sighed, heavily, and rubbed at my temples. This was not the time for this conversation, yet I felt we owed her at least some type of explanation, and one shared look with Blaise told me he felt the same. He began, cautiously, "You see, Evie.. Draco and I, we're not handling this.. Arrangement very well."
Her lips fell open then, and hurt bloomed in her ultramarine eyes. "You don't want to be with me anymore?"
He choked on his drink, then, and exclaimed, almost in shock, "No! That's not it! At all! Good God.. What made you think that, Evelyn?"
She bit that damned lip, again, and said, quietly, "Well you've been avoiding me a lot, and I didn't know what I had done wrong, so I just.. I just assumed you were getting tired of me."
"We could never get tired of you," I said, through clenched teeth. I couldn't imagine my life without her in it now. It.. It wouldn't be worth living. And that is the honest truth.
Blaise said, after pressing a kiss to her hairline, and her hand slightly shaking in his, "There was no way that we would leave you behind."
Shaking my head, slightly, I stood up, catching her attention, and grasped her hand in my own. Falling onto one knee, I asked, "Will you dance with me?"
The smile that broke across her face was damn near blinding, and she tightened her hold on my hand. Blaise joined us, sweeping onto the dance floor, and we spent the rest of the night passing her between us, holding her tight, and making her feel as loved as we could.
We drew a lot of stares, incredulous, lustful, envious and otherwise, however we brushed it all off, making each other laugh and just.. Well, I guess we just had a lot of fun, which surprised me, honestly. She span between us, her hands clasping onto our shoulders, or clenched tight on our shirts, and I couldn't wipe the bright smile on my face. I didn't usually like the thought of these Balls, but she was just so happy, her laugh echoing through the Hall, tickling my inner Veela into a tizzy.
This had been one of the best nights of my life, and little did I know, it would only get better once we retreated back to our home.