Luna Lovegood always knew she was different. She had her first vision when she was eleven. She didn't know it was a vision at that age, and didn't tell anyone about it, not even her father. The vision was of her father bringing home a cake from Hogsmeade so it didn't register to her that her visions may have been an important gift one day.
On her first day of Hogwarts, Luna had a vision on the train, knowing that she was going to be sorted into Ravenclaw. After her little squeak of excitement which got her numerous looks of outrage, Luna settled back down on the seat and watched the countryside pass by her.
The remainder of the train ride was uneventful, except for Hermione Granger- a second year Gryffindor- running around frantically searching for her friends. Draco Malfoy and his cronies- all second year Slytherins- simply laughed at her and carried on about their business. She didn’t meet anyone on the trip, though.
Luna's years at Hogwarts were all rather the same. Up until her fourth year, she would arrive at Hogwarts, be ignored by pretty much everyone - even those in her house because of her strangeness. She had been sitting in the carriage, reading the Quibbler upside down as she usually had done, when a vision quickly popped into her head. “Nargles...hmmm...” Her fourth year was rather exciting. She had met Harry Potter and his friends and had grown a rather strong friendship and bond with them. She had also started noticing the attention she had gotten from one Draco Malfoy.
Draco was dreaming about her again: How her long hair felt when he ran his hands through it; touching her skin and feeling it burn under his touch; her body against his, naked, glistening. He dreamed about being inside her: loving her, bringing her that joy, bringing himself to utopia, hearing her scream out his name and whispering hers as well...
“Luna...” Draco woke up immediately, his hand still wrapped around his softening member. He sat up and rubbed his face with his other hand. “Shit...not again. Why am I dreaming about that damn Looney bird again?” He said to himself in frustration.
In Draco's fifth year he got his first good look at Luna "Looney" Lovegood. The fourth year Ravenclaw had blonde hair that fell like a waterfall down her back, a quirky attitude and was instantly friends with Potter and his lot. Draco was frustrated that Potter could so easily make friends with just about everyone in school- that is, apart from the Slytherins. Luna Lovegood was pretty much the only person in Ravenclaw that Draco could stand. Eventually, he understood what he had to do. Draco had to seduce Luna Lovegood but he would find this to be a very hard thing to do.
Over the next year, Luna would constantly shove him out of her life. Every time he tried to talk to her she just smiled and walked away. Each time he would sit by her in class, Luna would simply stand up and move to another seat. Even when he approached her in the library to simply ask a question, Luna would scamper away like a scared rabbit. He had been so frazzled by the whole ordeal that he was beginning to take it out on his friends- namely Blaise.
Blaise was sitting in the common room by himself, sipping on firewhisky when Draco stormed into the Slytherin Common Room. He growled and grabbed Blaise by his robes and pulled him up, holding him an inch away from his face.
"Tell me how to woo her!" he shouted at his friend. Some would call Blaise a best friend to Draco- always being there for him.
"Woo who?" Blaise questioned, pushing Draco away from him.
"Looney," Draco snarled, his face contorting into a rather feral facial expression. He grumbled something else and turned away from Blaise, walking over to the fireplace and holding onto the stone leaning above it, breathing heavily and trying to calm down.
"As in Lovegood?" Blaise questioned, receiving a quick nod from Draco. "Right, and why?"
"Because she's one of the only girls around here that I can actually see myself enjoying a sexual moment with," Draco said, "Why the fuck do you think Blaise?"
"You're not in love with her right?" Blaise asked, coming to stand next to his friend.
"Fuck no," Draco replied, "I just need to get her out of my head- and if that means giving her a good shag, then I suppose it’s the only way."
Blaise grinned and put a hand on his friend's back, asking,"Well then, shall we talk?"
Over the next week, Draco tried all of Blaise's suggestions. On Monday, he asked Luna if she wanted him to carry her books. She kindly refused. On Tuesday, he asked her if she would like to join him for an afternoon stroll. Luna simply smiled and skipped away. On Wednesday, he asked her if she would like him to walk her back to her dorm after dinner. She again, refused. On Thursday, Draco offered her a bouquet of freshly picked daffodils. Luna took them and walked off without him. Finally, Draco asked her to attend Blaise's birthday party with him. "Sorry Draco. I'm off to hunt Nargles," she simply said.
That night at Blaise's party, Draco sulked. He had drunk about five goblets of firewhisky and just sat in his usual armchair in front of the fire, brooding while his friends and fellow Slytherins partied around him. Blaise had tried on various occasions to get Draco to talk to him but Draco just shoved him off and continued to brood.
At about ten to eleven that night, when the party was just starting to die down, Draco stood and made his way over to the door. He exited the Common Room and made his way to the Ravenclaw Common Room. He argued for countless hours with the painting outside the Common Room and eventually gave up, leaning against the wall and sliding to the floor, resting his head back, sighing heavily.
Draco awoke the next morning to someone kicking his foot. His eyes fluttered open and he looked up to find Luna Lovegood herself looking down at him, her bright, wide eyes showing confusion as to why he was sitting where he was. He shook his head, jumped to his feet, and brushed his hands over his clothes
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"Luna."
Luna looked up at him- he was a head taller than her- and grinned.
"Good morning Draco Malfoy. Can I ask what you were going outside my common room? Passed out on the floor?"
"I wasn't passed out... Was I?" he asked, receiving a nod from Luna. "Oh, sorry about that. It's just....you've been ignoring me."
"We're not friends."
"No, but we could be."
"I'm friends with Harry Potter."
"So. Just cause you're friends with Potter doesn't mean you can't be friends with me. Who said so, anyway?" Draco asked, crossing his arms across his chest.
"No one, I suppose."
"Exactly."
“I don't think it would be best,” Luna stated, pulling her shoulders back and turning away, skipping off in the direction of the Great Hall for breakfast.
Draco grunted and walked off after her, his expensive leather shoes clicking on the ground after him. He followed her, watched as she turned and went to open the door to the Great Hall. He rushed forward, grabbed the door handle and pulled it open for her. Luna looked up into his cool grey eyes. He didn't say anything, just lifted his hand slowly and touched her hair gently, running his long fingers through it softly.
“Luna...” he whispered, taking her hand in his and holding it loosely. “I care for you.”
Luna didn't know if it was the way he had touched her hair, said her name, or the way he looked at her, but she somehow ended up in an abandoned closet, kissing him. Draco touched her hair.
“Draco...we can't...” she whispered, pushing him away.
He smiled at her and pushing her hair out of her face and slowly placing his forehead against her own.
“I know silly...kissing you makes it alright.... Nothing to get in a tissy about. Seeing you, being around you, touching you, smelling you... it’s alright...” He lowered his eyelids slightly, looking right into her eyes. “Upon her head a platted hive of straw, which fortified her visage from the sun, time had not scythed all that youth begun, some beauty peep'd through lettice of sear'd age...” Luna looked up at him and grinned.
“A Lovers Complaint, William Shakespeare.”
“Silly little love poem. Don't know what a chap would complain about if his lover had blonde hair. Rather fancy it myself. Poncey sod,” Draco whispered, running his hand down her side.
“William Shakespeare...you actually quoted him to me,” she replied, smiling up at him. “So... so what is this?”
“Don't worry. I know what you're thinking. We're not “friends with benefits” because I know that’s not what you want. I'm asking you... if you want to date.” Luna paled and turned away from him slightly.
“Date? I'm Luna Lovegood. I don't exactly date... I mean...” Draco silenced her with another kiss and she fell back against his chest once more. When they parted, she smiled at him. “Why do I get charming Draco?”
Draco returned to the Slytherin Common room to find Blaise sitting in his usual chair, sipping firewhisky from his usual glass, smoking a cigar. “Merlin, Blaise, don't you do anything different? Brooding in the dark, drinking firewhisky. You could be doing better things...”
“Like?” Blaise asked, blowing smoke above his head.
“Snogging a blonde Ravenclaw, like me,” Draco boasted, grabbing a bottle of firewhisky for himself and ignoring Blaise's gag.
“What?” he spluttered, “You actually snogged her? Looney?”
“Yep. Snogged her good and rotten.” He popped the cork from the bottle and Blaise grinned at his friend as he poured the drink into a glass. “To us, Blaise... the sons of bitches put on this Earth to hump and move on...”
“Ever fancy you'll settle down? You know... a wife...family?”
“Maybe... some day. For necessity I suppose. For now, shagging is just fine.” They clinked their glasses together and Draco grinned, “Cheers.”
Over the next seven months, Draco made Luna grow closer to him. He would send her flowers, chocolates and love poems, a different one every day by William Shakespeare. But while Draco was still convincing Blaise that he was using Luna, he couldn't convince himself very much. Every little smile, every touch... it was like another bolt of lightning would deepen his feelings for her.
In early March of his seventh year, two years after dating, the two still hadn't done the deed. Blaise was calling him soft and much to Draco's disappointment he knew he was becoming so.
Luna had been sitting in her room, reading up on her Potions exam for the next day when a sting started in her head. She clutched her head gently before screaming because the pain became so much. In her mind, she had seen Draco, lying in a pool of blood, a sword sticking out of his chest. The vision continued, and Luna watched as the sword was pulled from Draco's body by what looked like a demon, horns and all. It looked right at her and roared.
“Infinite pain.... one life or all.”
The vision ended and Luna gasped for air, pulling herself up.
“Luna...? You alright?” her roommates asked her.
“Y-Yeah... Just a bad...uh-dream...excuse me.” She jumped off her bed and ran for the door, opening it with a crash and made her way downstairs. Luna ran down the stairs as fast as she could and made her way to the dungeons. She stood outside the common room stone wall and thought hard.
“Come on Luna... remember... what was the password?” Draco had told her that he created it, told it to her so that if she ever needed him, she could find him. “Come on...what was it...?....Oh! A Lovers Complaint!” The stone wall opened and Luna made her way inside, spotting Draco sitting with Blaise and couple other Slytherins. “Draco!”
Draco looked up at seen Luna, running towards him. She reached him and gripped onto his arms.
“Luna?”
“Draco... I need to talk to you... I....-AH!” She grabbed her head again, screaming as the pain came.
“Luna? LUNA!” Draco held her up as her eyes rolled back in her head. “Luna! Baby, talk to me...”
“Infinite pain...one life or all...the death of an innocent...or the rest shall fall...the day blinks by...the night soon comes...death on your doorstep...infinite pain...one life or all...”
Draco didn't know what to do. Luna was speaking in tongues and her eyes had still not cleared.
“ARGH!” She screamed again, falling back onto the ground. Blaise helped Draco lower her, and watched as Draco hushed her, cooed to her, wiped her hair away with his hand. It was then he realized he loved her. Blaise turned to the others and shouted, “Get out,” to which they ran off, leaving Draco and Blaise alone with Luna.
“Luna...come on, baby... open your eyes...” he patted her face gently, finally getting a reaction out of her. Luna opened her eyes slowly, realizing where she was and more importantly, what had happened.
“I guess we need to talk, right?” she whispered.
Fifteen minutes later, they were in Draco's private library, Luna sitting down against one bookshelf, Draco across from her.
“How long have you been giving prophesies, Luna?”
“They're...they're not usually prophesies. I mean... they're usually just visions.”
“Visions? As in, in your mind visions? Future-seeing visions?”
“Kinda. I mean...maybe.”
“You didn't answer the question.”
“Since I was eleven.”
“Five years? You've been having visions for five years? And us? You've been having them while you've been seeing me and didn't tell me?” he shouted, standing and gripping his head. “Luna... I... I have never been as scared as I was when you did that.”
“It's never happened like that before,” Luna whispered, standing and pulling his hands down. She touched his face gently with one hand and wrapped her other around his waist. “Its usually...calmer. Less fainting required, actually. Draco... I was scared. What I saw... It killed you.”
“What?”
“That's why I came to see you. I had the first vision in the dorm room. You were lying on the ground, covered in blood...dead...and this, I don't know...Demon?...it came out of no where and pulled out the sword that was in your chest. It said to me “Infinite pain...one life or all.” Draco...something is happening. Something big and... I... I don't want to loose you...”
“What was the second one?” he asked, ignoring her last statement.
“Pardon?”
“In the Slytherin Common Room. What happened?” Luna sighed and leaned her head against his chest, breathing in deeply. “Luna,” Draco whispered, putting both hands in her hair and pulling her close to him, “I have to know. If this thing is hurting you then I can stop it.”
“Death.”
“What?”
“Death. Thats what I saw. In the vision. When those words were coming out of my mouth all I saw was death and pain and torture. Not exactly something I want to remember I suppose.”
“Luna. This is a prophecy... You're like... Prophecy girl.”
“Like Professor Trelawney?”
“I suppose. You know, a younger...sexier...blonder version of Trelawney.” Draco grinned at her and pushed her back slightly so that she was leaning against the bookshelf.
“Really?” Luna replied, grinning up at him, “Draco Malfoy... are you trying to seduce me?” she asked, as he lowered his head and began to nibble on her neck.
“And what if I am, Miss Lovegood...you drive me insane.” Luna smiled at him as he kissed her, all thoughts of visions and demons and prophecies out of their minds.
Draco cupped her face with his hands, Luna's hands pushing inside his thin button up shirt, feeling the hard muscle beneath. Draco purred. Luna giggled. She slowly undid the buttons and his shirt soon fell to the floor, giving her extra room to feel his body. His hands lowered also, grabbing her waist and touching close to her breasts but never actually touching them. That was until Luna slowly moved his hand to one. Draco stopped kissing her and looked down at her, shocked and confused.
“Its alright,” she whispered, “I want this with you.” She removed her hand from his and groaned when he began to fondle her. Her head fell back and if it wasn't for Draco's Quidditch reactions Luna would have hit her head against a rather hard book. Instead, soft hair found a soft palm.
His lips lowered and soon he was kneeling in front of her, pulling her top up slowly, exposing milky skin to his eyes. Every inch that appeared he kissed and when the shirt was on the floor with his, he kissed her breasts. Small breasts, yet plump. Clear skin, perked nipples, perfect structure. He kissed one breast, making Luna groan and then the other, using one hand to cup said breast and the other to slowly undo her skirt. It fell to the ground and soon Luna was standing before him in just a pair of French cut black knickers, black knee high socks and her shoes.
He kissed down her stomach, his tongue met her bellybutton, kissed just above the knickers then moved down to her thigh. He slowly moved down, pulling her socks and shoes off as he went, touching every part of her skin. When her socks were finally gone and she stood before him in just knickers, Luna, pushed him back and he fell into a sitting position. She straddled him and kissed him.
“Luna...” Draco whispered, “Bloody hell, I want you so much.”
“I can tell,” she whispered back, thrusting her lithe body against his growing erection.
“You have to stop that,” Draco whispered, “Or else I won't be able to do...this.”
The next thing she knew, she was lying on her back, his hand reaching down and pulling her panties down over her legs, leaving her naked before him. “My gods you're beautiful,” he whispered, looking across her elegant body. Luna smiled and pushed him backwards climbing on top of him again.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes, Mr. Malfoy.”
An hour later, an exhausted Draco and Luna laid on the carpet of Draco's library, limbs still interlocked, as they gazed at the stars above them through the skylight. Luna watched one strip across the night sky and closed her eyes. Draco smiled at her randomness and kissed her shoulder but looked up at her when she shook.
“D-Draco....Its happening.”
“What? Luna?” Draco whispered, holding her in a sitting position, watching as her eyes rolled back into her head once more. The vision was a second long but it was enough to make her scream. “Luna... come on baby, fight this... you can't do this...Luna!” She came to and looked up at him, touching his face.
“I know what I have to do.”
“Excuse me? All you have to do is lie here and make love to me. It's perfect.” Tears swelled in her eyes and
Draco watched as two fell down her face.
“Tell me you love me Draco.”
“I love you.”
“Love makes no sense at all, does it. You hate me, then you love me. What universe does that make sense in?'
“My universe. Our universe.”
“Draco...believe me when I say I love you.”
“I love you. Nothing is harder. It’s worth the pain”
“Sometimes one death can spare infinite pain,” whispered Luna, touching his face gently, smiling weakly.
“What comes to pass, it’s not in the head of seers. You make your own destiny Draco. I have only seen the path; you must go on the journey.”
“What? Luna...what are you talking about?”
“My vision. I understand it now. In this universe, my vision will only come to pass if we are together. One death... infinite pain. We are the ones who will summon the demon. Every time we make love, the demon finds its way a little bit closer to us. One of us needs to die.”
“Luna... Luna no!” Draco shook her softly, tears running down his face.
“They've shown me. How I can go. No blood, or killing. Just... gone. I think it will be alright, don't you?”
“Luna. You can't do this. You can't. You're only sixteen and a half years old.”
“One life to spare war... I think I can go along with that... It’s not like anyone will miss me, right?” Draco didn't know whether or not to be pissed off or to cry even harder. “You'll be fine, moondrop...promise,” she whispered, closing her eyes.
Sometimes it feels like it was yesterday, graduating Hogwarts and saying goodbye. That feeling that you get at 17 or 18 that nobody in the history of the world has been this close, has ever loved this fiercely or laughed as hard or cared as much. Sometimes it feels like it was yesterday, And sometimes, its feels like someone else's memory.
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