A/N: Disclaimer: I don't own HP, or its characters. Evelyn is all mine, and I wont give her up!

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Evie POV

Waking up the following morning, I was still feeling strange. Not clogged up and grouchy, not any more, but I felt weird. Almost giddy. 'Drunk' would be the best way for me to describe the sensation in its truest sense. I was lying on my front, with my heavy head pressed into the flurry of white, feathery pillows and as I pushed myself up with shaky arms, I felt the world tilt on its head and I was back on the bed, on my side, facing the wall. I could see black spots behind my eyes and I had to clench my eyes closed just to stop myself from freaking out. The hair on the back of my neck and my arms stood on end and I shivered, grabbing the sheets closer to my body, tucking my face into them, hiding my pale face from view.

During the night, I had kicked my legs out, in a wild star-fish shape, and now they lay dead at my sides, and beneath the duvet, my forearms closed over my face, protecting my eyes from the light that wouldn't even enter my bedroom until the fucking light above me turned on of its own accord. I realised, with a start, that I was alone. For a brief moment, I thought that Draco and Blaise had left - I couldn't help it, I knew that I had been a little catty last night, and I was still so unsure about them, still so uncertain about their feelings about me, even though they make their love for me known at every available moment - sometimes at the risk of my own embarrassment. I couldn't stop the rush of ice-cold fear from accosting my body and straightening out my spine. My heart thumped dully in my chest and strangely, I felt an irrational despair overwhelm me.

I tried to sit up again, this time clenching my eyes closed and I pressed the palm of both of my hands against my temples, in an attempt to stop the throbbing from flooring me once more. Slowly, I inched out of my wide, messy bed, one eye cracked open, just so I don't trip over any of the discarded items scattered across our floor, and made my way towards the door. I made my way towards the living area, where I could hear Blaise lightly snoring. I edged closer, swaying from side to side, until the thumping in my head became too much and I whined. It seemed to be loud enough to stir Draco out of his silent slumber. He looked up at me, the sight of him blurry through my squinted eyes, and, after he inhaled, deeply, his eyes widened and he shot up.

"Blaise!" he hissed, the sound shooting straight to my core. My top dominant shuffled in his sleep then he slowly blinked awake, his expression adorable and confused for a long moment before he followed Draco's line of sight. Their expressions mirrored one another for a long moment, and I felt a hysterical giggle overwhelm me. It spilled from my lips and I stumbled over, the giddiness overtaking me, and I slapped my fingers over my mouth to quash the laughter. I needed to stop, it wasn't funny, it wasn't a funny situation, but I couldn't help it. God, I was ridiculous.

Draco and Blaise locked eyes with one another, then back to me, stumbling around, like a sack of unsteady potatoes. Draco whispered, quietly, "Baby… Babe, I'm coming over, is that okay?"

I kept giggling, a short laugh escaping before I bit down on my bottom lip to suffocate it, and I shook my head, because no, he didn't need to ask permission. He was being so silly, I stumbled forward, trying to reach out for him, but he jerked forward, as though he wanted to stop me from falling over. Blaise was sitting on his knees, his arms out, but his expression so open and so vulnerable that I felt the urge to reach out and comfort him. Draco repeated, his voice warm and smooth, like honey, "Sweetheart, can I come over?"

"Why are you asking? Don't be silly," I grumbled, making grabby-hands at his general area. He smiled, softly, and then I was in his arms, and it felt okay again. I stumbled, leaning my weight against him, and grabbing at his smooth shoulders.

"I've got you, I promise," he whispered into my hair, kissing my forehead and rubbing his hands over my upper arms. He walked forward, leading me back into the bedroom, and no, I didn't want that. I really wanted to just hold them. The bedroom was messy, I didn't want them to see that. It was embarrassing. Draco chuckled and admonished, lightly, "It's not messy, baby. I just need to get you into bed."

I grumbled, turning slightly in his arms, making him stumble slightly, "Why?"

He nosed my neck, his breathing uneven, and he replied, his tone deeper and more feral than I could remember, "Don't you feel it? You're in heat. It's early."

My head lolled against his shoulder, my eyes closed for a second and I ground my ass against his obvious, hard length, hidden in his sweatpants. He hissed under his breath, prompting a smug smile to pull at my lips, and he pressed the slope of his nose against the curve of my neck. He sighed and his grip became tighter on my hips as we stepped over the threshold of our bedroom. He edged me closer to the bed, bucking his hips slightly, causing me to fell onto my front. Instead of turning around, I curled my legs up, pushing my ass into the air, and considering I was wearing nothing but a button up shirt and a pair of black tight underwear, I knew I was pushing it. He hissed under his breath, more to himself than anything, and groaned, "You're so ready for me. For us."

His fingers skimmed across my sides, pushing the shirt up a little, and I sent a suggestive and flirtatious glance over my right shoulder. Since he mentioned my heat, I noticed a strange wriggling in my stomach. It wasn't hot, not like I expected. Of course I was a little sweaty, I felt hotter than usual and my breathing was shallower and coming out faster than it normally did, but I was too giddy to give a damn. I turned around, inhaling deeply, and making grabby hands at my love. He smiled, like a predator finally having caught its prey, and he stood in between my opened legs. He nosed my neck, his tongue poking out to explore my skin, and he groaned, "You taste so good… Better than before. You're killing me."

I ran my fingers through his hair, resting them on either side of his head, and I pulled him closer. Our lips were a few centimetres apart when Blaise stepped into the bedroom, his arms filled with dry, non-perishable foods, like cereal, fruits and bread, water and fruit juices and small chewy things that I wanted to chew on while fucking myself on one of my lovers.

Wait-

I froze, Draco's tongue probing in between my collarbones, and I breathed, "What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing," Blaise murmured, settling next to me, by my head, his long fingers combing through my hair, soothingly. My eyes closed without my permission and I moaned, quietly, "That feels so good."

"From what I understand," he leaned down, and I could hear the smile in his voice, "The first night is going to be a little intense. I sent McGonagall a letter, letting her know that we are not going to be in class for the next three days, and that it would behove her to alert our teachers to send us any appropriate work, so if that's a worry, let it go."

I locked my legs around Draco's waist as his teeth nipped at my skin, a hitch in my voice catching his attention, and I asked, breathlessly, "What's happening to me?"

Draco whispered, against my skin, "I guess what we did over the weekend triggered your heat, so my apologies."

He wasn't sorry at all.

Arching my back, I felt a shudder run through me and I whined, "I'm getting warm."

Blaise prompted, sternly, "Draco…"

With a sigh, Draco stepped away, shredding his sweatpants with ease, while Blaise helped me onto my knees and unbuttoned my shirt for me, slipping it off my shoulders and throwing it across the room without a second thought. He gave me a once over, praise and love clear in his gaze, and he bumped our noses together, making me smile and blush, the heat rising from my chest and fingers to my cheeks, surprising me.

"This is kind of important right now, okay, sweetheart. Draco isn't going to be much help because you smell really good to him. Pheromones and stuff. That's why he woke up so quickly, he could smell your heat before I could."

I nodded trying my hardest to hear and pay attention to what my top dominant was saying, because I knew it would be important, because he was usually always so carefree, but his expression was closed off right now, and I didn't like that. I reached up, to touch his face, in hopes to bring back my Blaise, but he clasped his fingers around my own and held them away from his face. He said, firmly, "In about two hours, you're going to feel different. Hot, sweaty and uncomfortable, and you're going to want sex. A lot of sex. You're going to be relentless, but I need you to, hey, pay attention."

His grip on my fingers tightened, fractionally, to catch my eye again, because I had been tracing the lines of his stomach with my eyes. I blushed, darker, still, at that, and he smiled, for the first time. Draco was pawing at my skin, his long fingers pulling, lightly, at my underwear, trying to get my attention, palming his cock with his other hand.

He sat down, pulling me with him, into his lap, away from Draco's pawing grip, and he said, "I need to know if this is something you want to do. Mother gave me something - to make sure you don't get pregnant - and, I mean, that's something we can talk about later, but we've barely started our lives together, and we've got all of our lives to go. So… Will you take it?"

I nodded, my head lolling forward to rest against his chest, listening to his heart beat in his chest, strong enough to give me something to focus on to. He reached behind himself, on the bedside table, and handed me a small vial with a mouthful of pale pink liquid floating inside of it. I held it up with shaky fingers, trying to pull off the cap, when Blaise snickered under his breath and flipped it open with an easy flick of his thumb. I frowned at the vial and felt the irrational urge to throw it away. Instead, I necked it, gritting my teeth at the sour, unpleasant taste, and went back to cuddling against Blaise's chest.

He shuffled us further up the bed and grabbed the sheets, to cover my body, and said, "Sleep. You'll wake up when you're supposed to, and we'll take care of you. I promise."

Blaise POV

My eyes had been closed for what felt like half a minute, the clock that Evelyn had brought home a few days ago shone in bright, irritating red numbers '03:56', when Evie whined in her sleep, her knees rubbing together, in an attempt to get some kind of friction against her most sacred area. Her face was scrunched up in adorable discomfort as she rested against my chest, and her nails dug into my side, not uncomfortably. I rubbed a hand across my face and mumbled, "This is going to be ridiculous."

I shoved Draco awake, who had drifted off a few minutes after jacking himself off about an hour ago, and indicated that Evie was a few minutes away from waking up, horny and emotional. He glanced down at her, his eyes displaying all of the love and adoration he felt for her, clear as day.

I asked, teasingly, maneuvering myself out of Evie's tight grip, "You up for this, big guy?"

He scoffed and rubbed his hand across his face, to wake himself up, and leaned over to kiss me. I grasped his chin in between my fingers and pulled him closer until we were breathing in nothing but each other. I bit on his lower lip, pulling down and away, my tongue slowly curling into his mouth, fighting with his own, for dominance - something that I was winning - until a soft, pained sound roughly brought us out of our little pissing contest, only with less pee and more tongue.

Evie had kicked off her sheets and her thighs were rubbing together, clearly frustrated, red-faced and teary eyed. She was awake, but not all the way here. She was glassy eyed and giddy, like earlier, only less mouthy and playful and more frustrated and emotional. She whined, her back arching off of the bed, "Need… Please, I want… Hurts."

Her legs parted as I touched her, and it was clear by how wet she was that she needed something inside of her, to quell whatever flames tormented her. Her panties were soaked through and I wasted no time in trying to get them off, tearing them from her body and throwing them to the side. They were ruined anyway. I'd buy her new ones. Her bra went with it, her breasts rising and falling as her breathing quickened and her nipples hard from her arousal. I took one of the nubs into my mouth, my tongue swirling around the tip, and my teeth catching on and pulling, with just enough force to keep her alert.

Draco settled between her legs, her knees draped over his shoulders and his tongue delved deep into her folds. Whatever noise she made, between a moan and a pained cry, escaped her wet lips, until I could her tongue with my own and kissed her as deeply as I could. I fucked her mouth with my tongue, promising, with my kisses, that I would do the same to her wet cunt as soon as I got my hands on her. Evie was always responsive, so good for us, such a pretty and pliant submissive when the mood struck her right, but right now, she was babbling, none of her words made any logical sense and I found great enjoyment in watching her struggle to explain herself while Draco fucked her with his fingers and tongue and I licked and kissed all over her chest, alternating between her nipples, along her ribs, her belly button and her neck.

I held both sides of her face in my hands and hovered above her, trying to catch her attentions. Her breathing quickened, her breasts jiggling as each breath appeared to be wrenched from her lungs. I asked, "Baby, are you going to be a good girl?"

"Yes, yes, please, I'll be so good, I'll be good for you. I'm going to come- I-I- please, God, I'm-"

Draco could hear her babbling, hear her promising all of the pretty things that turned us on in the right ways, and he went to town. Her response to his efforts was nearly immediate, as her eyes widened, her head lolled from side to side and tears spilled from her eyes. Her knees turned inward and her body tensed as she climaxed. Evelyn had the most beautiful o-face that I had ever seen on any person that I had ever made orgasm. Her eyes almost lost all colour, as her pupils swelled until they nearly encompassed her entire eye and she bit down on her lower lip to try and stop herself from crying out. Draco played with her, until her tremors slowed, rubbing his cheek against the inside of her thighs, rubbing soothing circles on her hips and calves. Her breathing was still laboured and her irises blown wide and her lips bruised and parted as she tried to speak.

She pulled me close, biting her lower lip in that way that made her infinitely more seductive, and she sighed, "More… Need… Please, baby. I need you, I want you so much. Please."

I glanced back at Draco who winked and wiped his wet lips on the back of his hand and sat back, to enjoy the show, I guess.

I pulled off my boxer-briefs, my leaking, hard length rubbed against my stomach as I positioned her. She babbled, begged for my cock, begged to come, begged and pleaded and whined and promised to be a good girl, all if I just gave her what she needed. Her back arched off the bed, but that would do no good. I helped her up, so she would be straddling me, and I lay on my back, with the flurry of pillows supporting my back and elbows. I knew she wouldn't be able to do much, she could barely keep her head up, but this was just a better position for me, because I wanted to see her every expression. This was our first heat together. I wanted to enjoy it, at least a little bit.

The first thrust was slick and wet, and the back of my head collided with the headboard as I was overcome with bliss. She whined in pleasure and pressed her nose against my neck, and mumbled, "Baby, baby, please, more, just…. You feel so good."

Her fingers combed through my hair and rested on my neck and shoulders, as she arched her back and pressed a messy, sloppy kiss to my lips. She claimed my mouth as her own and I let her, I wanted her to know that she owned me. I pulled out, slightly, then slipped back in, slowly, rhythmically, so she could feel every inch of me inside of her. She groaned and panted in my ear, grabbing my arms, my shoulders and every expanse of skin that she could possibly get her hands on.

She hit me, lightly on my shoulder, to show her frustration over how slowly I was going, and she whined, "Fuck me please, please, I'll be so good, I promise, Blaise. Why are you playing with me? It hurts."

"I know," I soothed, rubbing her lower back with one hand and wiping away her tears with my thumb with the other. I slipped inside of her, stilling completely, then said, "You just want it fast and dirty, huh?"

She couldn't even speak, she was so frustrated and far gone. She nodded, her lashes wet and her cheeks stained with her tears. I smirked, and pursed my lips, in acquiescence. Within a second, I had her on all fours, facing Draco, who lay on his back, slowly fondling himself as he watched us, reached out for her hands, pulling them forward, so she lay at an angle, with her back arched and her ass pushed up in the air. I was back inside of her at a moment's notice, and she made a strange, punched-out sound as though she had been caught off-guard by the intensity of it. She wanted it fast and dirty. That's what she'd get.

"You like this?" I asked, speeding up my thrusts, making them just as precise and perfect, but in quicker succession. She kept babbling, whining and begging for more, more of what, I don't know but I knew that it was going to take more than just my cock to satisfy her.

I looked up at Draco, who had been listening to her whine, and nodded. He sat up on his knees, his cock blushing an irritated red and leaking pre-cum. Evie caught the sight of his cock and started reaching for it. Her mouth had fallen open and her eyes lined with tears, as though she were becoming more upset at the sight of it being so far away. Draco laughed and shuffled forward until his dick was directly in front of her face, and she just… went at it.

As I fucked into her, my grip on her hips becoming tighter and my thrusts hitting all of the right spots inside of her, she mouthed at the slit of his cock. Draco's fingers fisted her hair and he guided her to take as much of his dick as she could. Her eyes watered but she smiled and took it like such a good girl. Draco's eyes rolled into the back of his head as she took his cock at the way to the base and hummed, all the while I was thrusting into her, slowing down enough to make sure she didn't jerk and bite his dick, and shallowly enough so I didn't hurt her while she was deep-throating him.

As Draco moved her head faster, giving her less opportunity to suck him deeper, I sped up, until our speeds were pretty much in sync with one another. I reached over to kiss Draco as he came - I could tell by his sudden shudder and the spasm in his right eye - and he whined into my mouth, all the while he was coming into hers. I glanced down to see Evie trying her hardest to swallow as much of his come as she could from her position, her mouth still wrapped around the head of his dick, some spilling from her lips and dripping down her chin and his length to pool in his public hair and by his balls. She suckled at his softening cock, to take as much of his come as she could, glancing up, with bruised lips and wet lashes, looking like the walking wet dream that she was.

I pulled out of her, unable to stop myself from spinning her onto her back and pulling her legs apart so I could just… so I could just fuck her. I wanted to treat her like a princess, and keep her warm and safe and comfortable, but the look in her eyes, the pride she felt over making her mate come, of taking his cock like such a good girl, it broke something in me, the proper, gentlemanly part of me seemed to fade away and I threw her legs around my waist and started to piston my hips, snapping them against her ass. Her eyes crossed, her tits bounced but I didn't care, and I kissed her lips, still stained and slick with Draco's come and her spit. I wrapped my long fingers around her neck, lightly, never to actually hurt her, but to remind her about who was in control here, and she whined. She fucking whined and arched into my touch.

"Please, I'll be so good. I'll be such a good girl. I promise, please, baby. Just like that. More, fuck me, fu- God, yes, yes, just like that. Fuck me! I swear to God, I'll be good. It's yours, I swear."

I scoffed, under my breath, and asked, "You have to tell me you're mine?"

Her eyes widened in fear, as though she worried she may have said the wrong thing, and she pleaded, "Don't stop, I'm sorry, I'll be good. I won't say anything. Just, please, let me come. I need to come. God, you taste so good."

She rubbed her fingers in her mouth, fingers still covered in Draco's come, and my eyes crossed. God, she was filthy. Draco rolled over, all of a sudden, more alert and ready, once more. He started to jerk himself, on his knees, with his cock a few inches from Evie's face. Almost as an immediate response, Evie opened her mouth, her tongue fell out of her mouth and she closed her eyes. Draco's hand moved faster, and along with it, Evie's breathing increased, as though she were nearing a panic attack.

"I'm coming, God, please, Blaise, keep going. I'm com-"

She couldn't finish, as her orgasm overtook her almost like a punch to the chest and she just started to scream. Draco came, all over her face, in her mouth, her hair, on her chest, streams of white-hot come sprayed over her pale skin, and she arched into it, begging to be filled. Her cunt tightened around my length, dragging my own orgasm out of me as I tightened my hold on her neck as I came, coating her insides with my seed. She kept rocking up into me, as though she were trying to keep her orgasm going for as long as possible. When she finally stopped moving, she exhaled, heavily, and opened her heavy eyelids. She pulled me down and kissed me, the scent and taste of Draco on her skin nearly driving me insane.

"I think," she croaked, her tone of voice hoarse and rough, yet at the same time incredibly sexy and sensual, "I think that you broke something down there."

I pulled her close, her clammy cheek resting against my sweaty chest, and I said, "I'll apologise in the morning."

Turns out that heat is far more strenuous than the stories tell. After the marathon of sex, the snacks and the breaks to wash away the sweat, the spit, the come from their skin, we barely had any time to sleep. The first day and night were the worst. Evelyn couldn't go twenty minutes without being coming. It was ridiculous. Each time it took less effort to get her off, but still, it was tiring. Draco spent most of the time coming on Evie's skin, letting me, as her top dominant, actually do most of the vaginal penetration. It turns out trying anal during heat without a partner that leaks natural anal lubricant is the worst thing, because it hurts and there's a lot of tears and a moody submissive. Needless to say, that wasn't happening again. God, Draco, couldn't you just leave it well enough alone?

We had to shower Evie ourselves, and even then, she was trying too hard to get our dicks in her mouth that we ended up fucking in the shower. We had to feed her dry cereal, fruits, juice and water, just so she didn't, you know, die of exertion during the heat-sex-marathon that we unwittingly signed up for. We had to carry her to the bathroom and sit with her while she peed. She cried a little out of embarrassment then, but I doubt she'd remember it, so we didn't feel all that badly about it. She would have fallen off of the seat if we didn't!

Most of the first day was a blur. A sweat, smelly, sticky blur.

The second day was my favourite. Evie was cognisant, aware and alert. She let us sleep in and made us a hearty breakfast, all while being on heat. It turns out that she desired - no, 'yearned' would be a better word - for human contact. Well, specifically, her mates. She wanted to bury herself next to us, in a tiny duvet burrito and play dumb games with us, and have us feed her, and tell her that we love her, over and over and over again. We didn't mind, though.

The third day was the worst. She just kept crying. Over everything. Jude knocked over his water bowl and I walked in on her sitting on the kitchen floor, bawling her eyes out. She burnt her toast in the morning. She forced herself to eat it, while crying. She couldn't find her hairbrush - even though I told her it was hidden in the bed somewhere - and declared it the worst thing in the world, and that it ruined her life and that she wanted to die, all while weeping. I found the damned thing and she cried again, for being "silly". I swear, it was like walking around on eggshells, unable to breathe too loudly, just in case she took offence and started to cry. For instance, Draco had started his Potions homework and she perceived his focus for rejection and cried. She cried about not having enough love, not being loved enough, not showing us that she loved us, for being cold and dismissive - when, you might ask? I don't know, but apparently Evie remembers, because she remembers everything - and about being a bad mother. She doesn't even have kids, but she's worry about it. Then she started getting broody, and I just couldn't handle it. I ended up sitting her down in bed, cuddling up close and forbidding her from speaking. She sniffled a lot, and whined but she quietened at my withering stare. She fell asleep pretty quickly after I made her come with my fingers and tongue.

Needless to say, it was an interesting heat. One that we would probably be repeating within the next four months, for the next hundred or so years.

Good Lord.

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So that was her first Heat.

Very explicit, very smutty, hope you don't mind.

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