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Evie POV

Waking up the day after my first Heat was horrible. I couldn't describe it in any other way. I was aching, all over, in places that I wasn't sure I should be aching. I was curled over, my head pushed into Draco's neck, the wisps of his soft blond hair having fallen into my eyes, and my leg was thrown over his mid-section. His fingers were cupped behind my thigh, with his other arm tucked behind my head, with his fingers knitted in his own hair. Blaise was curled up against my back, the big spoon to my little one, and his hands rested on any bare skin he could find. My hair was tucked over my shoulder, and his warm lips mouthed against my bare skin, trailing down the length of my spine.

He smiled against my shoulder and whispered, "Nice to see you awake, sweetheart."

I grinned, turning over onto my back, my breasts bare to the cold air, and I disentangled myself from Draco's form. I turned to face him, my only lover who was actually awake, and pressed my nose against his. "Morning," I grinned, curling my leg around his naked waist, feeling his hardness press against my innermost personal area. "You seem happy to see me, baby."

"Don't," he laughed, grabbing my fingers and kissing the tips of my digits. "You've broken something down there. And it's night-time. I think it's just gone nine."

I sent him a wounded expression, without much heat behind it, over being denied time to play with my top dominant. "What?"

His head tilted to the side slightly, and he asked, with a quirk in his lips, "Don't you remember the last three days?"

I shook my head, and replied, stretching, "Not really? I just know that I feel achy."

He sat up a little and asked, softly, "Where?"

"My lower back, my legs," I smiled, softly, and curled closer to his warm chest.

"Good," he murmured, his lips an inch from my ear, his warm breath fanning against my skin. We spent a few moments in silence, simply just breathing each other in. I smelled bad, like sweat and, God, everything else, but I curled closer to him, because he felt safe and secure and warm and everything that I craved in that moment. I closed my eyes and breathed, "I'm sorry."

I felt him look up at me slightly, but I didn't move my face from his chest, "For what?"

I shrugged and pouted, heavily, then replied, "Being mean. The last thing I really remember is being a bitch to you, being mean and cold and nasty. You didn't deserve that. Neither of you did. Please, don't hate me."

He sighed, as though he had heard the same thing before, and kissed my forehead, with a warmth that caught my breath. He sat up, manoeuvring me so I was doing the same, but made sure not to disturb Draco who snoozed softly off to the other side of the bed. He pulled me so I was straddling his lap, the skin of my inner thigh rubbing against his meaty upper legs and he rested his hands on my hips, lightly but firmly. It wasn't sexual, not really, but because we were both naked, I felt a little weird. It was strangely empowering, you know, but still, I curled up closer to him. The sheets gathered around my waist, the dips in my lower back, just above the clefts in my ass, were visible to the air and I pushed my hair over my shoulders, so it fell down in thick waves, trailing the length of my spine.

He knitted our fingers together, and said, smiling, "There's nothing that you could do to me, nothing you could say, that would make me hate you. Sure, it wasn't nice, but you were experiencing pre-Heat sickness. We don't blame you, neither of us do."

He kissed each of my fingers, tenderly and gently, with warm eyes that shone with a profound wisdom and intensity, and a love that was so clear to me, in that singular moment, I couldn't help but cry. My eyes were wet with tears, my cheeks streaked and flushed, as I tried to bite back my sobs. All that would come out were aborted, ugly, short cries that he simply helped me through by drawing small circles on my lower back, in near silence. When I was done, when I had been left sniffling and coughing, lightly, he asked, wiping away my tears with the back of his thumb, "What's brought this on, love, anyway? I thought you'd cried all you could last night, baby."

"I just...After my meeting with McGee, I met Astoria," I scrambled to calm him when his upper lip curled at the mention of her name, and continued, in a hurried breath, "Nothing happened. Nothing, I promise. She just got to me. She said some really... horrible things. I guess I just kept it with me, and in a way, I took it out of you guys."

His lips pursed in an angry pout and asked, his eyes taking on a furious edge, "What did she say?"

I chewed on my lower lip and curled over, sniffing a little, and I answered, "Just... Just that she and Draco were, kind of, supposed to be? And then I came in and ruined it. And that I just keep ruining things. She said I stole him, and I guess I sort of did, in a way."

Draco snuffed a little in his sleep, rolling onto his back, and scratched behind his ear, with an adorable quirk in his lips as he yawned, his eyes fluttering open then closed again. Blaise leaned forward, his chest pressing against mine, and said, "You know that isn't true, baby."

"Still..."

"He's not kidding, Evelyn."

Draco's voice surprised me, and I watched with wet eyes as he shuffled in his sleep, turning onto his side, to look at the two of us, adoration clear in his eyes, and he continued, his voice thick with sleep, "You didn't steal me away."

I shook my head, and replied, feeling defeated once more, "You can't say that. You don't know that. Maybe... Maybe it's all just instincts, you know?"

He gave me a half-grin - one of those smiles that made my own lips quirk upwards in response - and said, "Mother never promised me to Astoria. She's had a little.. Thing for me ever since we were kids. It never bothered me before because she was one in a million girls who wanted me to take their hand, but.. It's always been you. Ever since.. It doesn't matter."

"No," I said, upset, tightening my hold on his taut bicep, "Tell me."

It took a moment for him to reply, but when he did, his expression was pinched with stress, and his eyes tight with discomfort. He wheezed, almost inaudibly, "I met you before."

"What?"

Blaise intertwined our hands at my front, his forearms tight around my hips, keeping me in place, firmly, and he rested his chin in my shoulder. I felt Blaise's nod, and Draco's expression steeled, fractionally.

He sat up on his elbow, and answered, as if the words were a well-guarded secret that he didn't want to share, "We were kids.. You were a newborn. Barely three days old. Apparently Mother brought me with her when she visited your mother after she gave birth to you, and as soon as I saw you, as soon as our skin touched, I wouldn't let your fingers go. I don't remember it well, I was a few months shy of one years old, but my mother does. She showed me a picture, a few days after your change, of you and I.. Together. I didn't want to say anything because it.. Well, it might sound creepy."

My eyes widened, almost comically, and I breathed, disbelief and awe visible in my expression, "..Really?"

He breathed out a faint smile - one of those that weren't really real, but to appease others around you - and said, unable to meet my eyes. "Really really."

And I was back crying again.

Fat, wet tears streaming down the sides of my cheeks, and Draco's eyes enlarged, horrified at my antics, and patted me on the back, almost awkwardly, as he tucked himself closer to my body, all three of us fitting together like a piece of the same puzzle. We fell asleep together, breathing in the same air and every expanse of skin being touched and caressed.

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