A/N: Disclaimer: I don't own HP, or its characters. Evelyn is all mine, and I wont give her up!
Evelyn POV
The Ball itself was fascinating, to say the absolute least.
My dress was amazing. It hugged my curves, and left enough to the imagination to be enticing and sexual. My bust wasn't overflowing or bulbous, but my skin was glowing under the dim lighting of the hallway.
It was a dull wine coloured dress. A pretty one. I liked it, a lot. Ci-Ci bought it for me, after one of her short trips abroad. Paris, France, if I'm not mistaken. I, even, wore the special underwear, that she bought me all those months ago.
The party itself finished in an hour or so, but the boys and I thought it would be better if we just left early. Pansy and Theo were still at the Ball, dancing the night away.
And, by that, I mean I couldn't keep my hands off them, and I wanted nothing more than their dicks inside of me.
"You are going to be the death of me, mio amore," my Italian wheezed, pressing me closer to his chest, my back arching off of Draco's hard, sinewy chest.
Grinding myself against him, pushing us closer, hoping to just force him over the edge so he'd lose control, I groaned, "Please, Blaise. Fuck me."
His lips sealed themselves atop my own, flushing ones. His tongue slick, hot and probing in my mouth, and his hands rigid on my waist, holding me in an iron tight grip. He smiled, softly, "Don't worry, tonight, it's all about you."
Draco's mouth was hard on my neck, his tongue dipping into my collar, sucking a bruise into my skin, and I ground my ass into his groin, bringing a whine from his throat. Blaise broke away from my neck, moving his heat from my body, and my chest heaved at the loss.
His breathing was heavy, his eyes tight and straightforward, however his fingers wound through my own. Draco, on the other hand, didn't seem to want to let me go. His tongue - wow, his tongue was warm - traced the tendon in my neck, making me sigh, in pure pleasure, and the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. The pulsating heat that thrummed in between my legs ached for him, for both of them, and I lived for it. I loved them. I loved them both so much.
He sucked the shell of my ear in between his pearly white teeth, and his hand was pressed flat against my stomach, forcing my hips to move in a slow grind against his hot, throbbing length, strapped tightly in his slacks.
There was an oppressive fogginess blurring my vision, and my fingers wound themselves in his hair, knitting themselves in his strands, and pulling him infinitely closer.
Why wouldn't he get any closer? I didn't understand. I was right here. I felt my canines sheath with a faint ache in my gum line, and my eyes lined with frustrated tears.
Blaise chuckled at my embarrassing display of affection, and said, "Draco! Your Allure. Reign it in."
The heat ebbed away, slowly. Draco's teeth moved from my skin, and I almost heard him smile, excitedly. He moved his hand, which had been on a slow, torturous descent to my most private area, and lay it, softly, on my hips. He turned me around, roughly, and pressed a passionate kiss on my lips, nearly blinding me for a moment, before pulling away.
His orbs had darkened considerably. The obscurity of the corridor, bathed in obscure and dim light by the flickering, faintly scented candles that lined the otherwise indistinguishable hallways, only accentuated the sharpness of his features.
The shadows that fell across his angular cheekbones, created by his strawberry blond lashes made my heart so cartwheels in my chest.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" he asked, humorously, his fingers trailing the faint lines of my veins that coloured my otherwise flawless wrists.
Shaking my head, languidly, I said, in breathless anticipation, "No. Let me just.. Look at you, please," then I turned, slowly, to angle my body to Blaise, who stood, cloaked in the darkness, away from my body.
"Why are you standing so far away from me? Come here, you big dummy," I said, latching onto the sleeve of his expensive suit jacket.
The cool of the hallway kissed my skin, making goose flesh break out on my skin. His lips quirked up, showing only the briefest flashes of perfect, sharp canine, before he trudged over, his entire aura radiating mischief, and he placed both of his hands on my hips.
The action itself wasn't sexual. Well.. As un-sexual as we could get when we were in one of our moods.
He lay his cheek on the crown of my head, and my own was lodged on his chest, just listening to the rhythmic sound of his head.
Thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
Breathing in my top dominant's rich scented cologne, I closed my eyes, and fisted my hands at my sides, fighting the urge to tear away his clothes and taste his skin.
I always felt so safe.. So protected whenever they were by my side. It was times like these that reminded me why I fell so deeply for this duo, so quickly.
Draco drew lazy circles on the small of my back, and he said, "We should get to our room. It's freezing out here, and I don't want you to get sick, love."
And there it was. The concern. The anxiousness. The care.
Almost inaudibly, I sighed, opening my eyes, feeling whatever calming spell that Blaise's steady heartbeat had over me break, "Okay. Let's go inside."
Thankfully, neither Vylet or César had anything to say. One look at the frustrated expressions on each of our faces was enough to make them simply chuckle and grant unrestricted access.
Almost immediately I heard the soft padding of paws, and familiar, adorable blue eyes poke out from the corner of the living room.
Unable to help myself, I sighed, tasting the bitter taste of his momentary fear, "Hey, baby!"
"I didn't know who it was so I hid in my special place."
"You did good, pal. Come here, gimme a kiss, big boy."
Over the last month, Jude's overall health has improved amazingly. Emotionally, he's still a little traumatised, but he comes out of his 'special place' more often to play with me, and we cuddle by the fire sometimes on the weekends when I'm not doing homework. He's tiny, so its easy to lose him under the furniture, and on more than one occasion, he got himself locked in the bathroom with one of us because he's so curious. He likes to eat more often, and he doesn't cry in his sleep anymore, which is a bonus, in my opinion.
Eventually we were able to train him to use his litter tray as a toilet, and, over all, he's just a wonderful, adorable little pet that I'm halfway in love with.
Picking him up by the scruff of his collar, I rested his velvety paws on my chest, and kissed the crown of his head. Draco thought such affection was tactless, but when he thought I wasn't watching, I've seen him play with Jude, and it's so sweetto watch unfold.
"Are you feeling hungry, buddy?" I asked, walking him into the kitchen, his speeding pulse thrumming against my own, and pulled his chrome water bowl and matching food tray, both with his name written in black cursive - thanks, Ci-Ci - across, onto the counter. I set him on his feet, and he went on walkabouts, searching for the plush carrot toy he loved so much.
After cleaning the bowls, quietly, I refilled them with their respective foodstuff, and placed them back on the floor, whistling lowly, indicating that he should come and eat something.
Turning my back on the happy pet, I faced my mates, who were watching my every move with the scrutiny of a fierce, proud hawk. The silence that fell over us was awkward enough, but I felt sick to my stomach. Nervously, I babbled out an awkward, half-assed excuse, and scurried off
Long had my dress been shed, and hung away. The reflection that stared back at me, in the steamy mirror, was a girl I didn't recognise.
My dark hair was laying in wet ringlets, from the shower I had just taken. The skin of my neck, chest and cheeks were flushed red, but not just because of the heated steam that fogged the air.
They were waiting for me.
In our bedroom.
Right next door.
And I didn't know what to do.
My confidence levels had plummeted as soon as I stepped into our home, and I felt the awkwardness settle deep in my tummy. I couldn't keep eye contact with either of them, I just didn't know how.
They both were beautiful in their own rights. They were the first people I saw when I opened my eyes, and the last, before I fell asleep, and still, their sheer beauty baffled me every single time.
How could I compare?
I already knew that they were a hot commodity. The whispers were getting a little too loud for me to ignore, and, truthfully, I wanted to get outside opinions on the men that I had planned to the rest of my life with.
Blaise is alright, I suppose, but Malfoy is a right arsehole. Seamus Finnegan's abject, yet respectfully honest opinion on my blond lover. He was such a lovely Irish kid. His accent gave me the chills. What? I was a sucker for an sexy twang.
Zabini's too quiet for my liking, but he's so bloody sexy, don't you think? Ginevra Weasley, ex-girlfriend of Harry Potter talking a little too loudly to another Gryffindor by the name of Parvati Patil.
Honestly, I don't know why you're even trying with those two. Filthy Death Eaters, the both of them. That last one chose the wrong place and the wrong time to convey his disappointment, and spent the rest of the week in Madam Pomfrey's care, suffering from a wicked nasty case of Pulsing Piles. One of the worse she's ever seen apparently. And she hasn't found the person who did it. She wouldn't, either. I wasn't that sloppy.
Smiling, mischievously, at my reflection, I began toweling my locks, until they were reasonably dry and pulled it up in a messy, unkempt bun.
Draco preferred the curly mass out and free for all to see. His favorite part of my body was my hair. He always found his fingers in it, no matter what. Before I fell asleep, I would feel the pads twirling in the ends of my tendrils, and his soft sigh against the crown of my head. If I sat in his lap, he ran his fingers through my hair. One time he even broke a hair tie as he tugged it out of my hair, just to get at the thick, dark mass.
Slipping into something more.. Risqué than usual, I licked my lips, and went about brushing my teeth. Lipstick never failed to tinge my mouth, and I sighed as I used a spare flannel to attempt at rubbing away the pale pink stain. I failed, pathetically, of course.
Giving myself one last appraising glance in the mirror, I slipped my robe over my slender shoulders, and waved my unused wand to normalize the thick, smoggy air surrounding me.
"You can do this. Stop over thinking. Get it over with."
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Hope you enjoyed the chapter - have a great day! Last update for a while. Reality has hit me like a rock to the head, and I'm not enjoying it!