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A/N – I'm sorry to keep you waiting. To make up for my guilt, I wrote this chapter little longer than previous chapters. I'll try to update faster next time. And I've also decided to change the rating just in case things getting serious between Draco and Luna.
He sat in the Great Hall for lunch. Several times, he will be barked on Crabbe and Goyle, and he will be sneered to anyone he thinks is below him. He looked at Harry Potter's back with hatred. Potter steals all the attention that should be his. What's so special about him? He's just a boy with a stupid scar on his forehead. And everyone is more stupid to pay attention to it.
He's definitely more special than Potter, he's rich, he's handsome, he's smart, he's pure-blood, he's tall, and he is the heir of Lucius Malfoy. People are just becoming more and more stupid. Not mentioning the people around him, Crabbe and Goyle? They look more like bodyguards than his friends. Pansy Parkinson? She is the Slytherin's skank whore. Blaise Zabini? He's okay, but he's never been interested in his hatred of Potter. Theodore Nott? He was too busy seeing his reflection in the mirror, no one good enough for him here.
Suddenly, something caught his eye, just as the thing entered the Great Hall. With reflexes, he turned his head. He saw a girl with blond hair, almost as bright as his own, skipping toward Ravenclaw table. She has a small smile on her face. Her eyes were huge, and blue, even from here he could see just how blue her eyes were. Her skin was bright, and he bet it was as soft as silk.
He doesn't realize that he has been staring at her during lunch; he can't take his eyes from her. He was too fascinated by her.
Who is she?
A day has passed, and he already knows who she is, Loony Lovegood, that's what they call her. But he knows better that her name is Luna Lovegood, third year, Ravenclaw. She is not only labeled as a loony, but also a blood-traitor. Her father runs a magazine, the Quibbler, the rags he always laughs at. But after learning that her father was the owner of the Quibbler, he regretted what he had said about the magazine.
Right after his new discovery, he found himself staring at her every time she was around and every time he had a chance.
Days passed into months, and his interest in her grew bigger, he was unable to stop it. He not only looked at her from a distance now, he even ventured to look at her more closely. That's not the only extreme thing he does. He also begins to follow her every time he spotted her in the corridor, he will follow her anywhere. And his actions made him obsessed with her.
He never regretted his actions, not even once, not even a bit.
He came home from work almost midnight. The Dark Lord wants to rebuild the Wizarding World and everyone works hard for it. But ever since she came and stayed with him, he's always waiting for time to go home, so he can be with her.
She has lived with him for three days, and he really enjoys having her around. He enjoys every second of her company. Wherever he goes, she'll be there because he told her to, except when he went to work. He will order her to sit on his lap when he has to deal with many documents. He will stroke her hair, kiss her face, or run his fingers through her flesh. He does everything he always dreams of, it just feels very good.
He knows that she feels uncomfortable, he is not stupid, her face tells everything. But he doesn't care. Does she care about him for years? Certainly she doesn't, she treats him like a trash, throws him away and refuses to see him in the eye or even glances over her shoulder. She did nothing for him but hurt him. He has been tormented for years because of his unhealthy obsession toward her. Now, everything is different, the circumstances are different, she has no one, no friends, no family, no acquaintance, she just has him. She can't run anywhere, he is her home. No arms will embrace her, other than his.
She is completely his. And those who try to take her away from him, he will kill.
He has something to give her, something that will protect her, something that will tell him where she is when he can't find her, something that makes people know that she belongs to him.
It is a necklace with gold chain and emerald pendant. It's very simple yet pretty, but the magic in it is not simple and pretty at all. His ancestors, using the necklace to keep the women they want remain theirs. The necklace will give her security, it will make her not want to be away from him, the emerald pendant will perform some kind of jinx if another man tries to touch her without his permission. It takes a few days to get it, since his father puts it the Malfoy's vault in Gringotts. It hasn't been used for over a hundred years. It is not used because all women are more than willing to be a Malfoy woman. But since the woman he wants is a little different, he will use it.
He smirked as he found the blond woman asleep in his bed. He really likes this feeling every time he finds her in his bed.
He took off his jacket and walked toward her, he hadn't touched her all day. He sits on the bed, pulls her into his arm and kisses her whole face, leaving a wet trail on her serene face. Slowly, he lowered the blanket. The silk baby doll welcomes him, he can see the curve of her breasts clearly, he can even see her nipples through the fabric.
He lowered his head slowly and kissed every inch of her skin. He stopped at her breasts and took her nipple into his mouth; he didn't even bother to get rid of the fabric. The baby doll she wore was pretty thin; it was enough to give him pleasure. He closed his eyes and enjoyed her taste in his tongue, she tasted much better than he always imagine. Suddenly, he bit her nipple hard enough, causing her to open her eyes wide.
She was shocked by the pain in her nipple. She had almost a heart attack as she finding his head right in front of her breasts, and his mouth wrapped around one of her nipples. She felt the shame of taking over her. With all her might, she pushed him, she crossed her arms in front of her chest as if trying to protect her breasts, but that was her intention.
"What are you doing?" She asked in a trembling voice. She has grown very afraid of him. He can be very rude to her when she refuses to do what he wants.
His eyes darkened as she pushed him, his temper rising. "It doesn't matter what I do to you, you are mine," he replied coldly, he tightened his arms around her, making her wriggle in pain.
"Please," she whimpered as his arms nearly crushed her bones. She squirmed trying to get out of his arms, but the pain was getting worse. "Draco, please," she tried again, hoping this time he would release her.
His face softens when her lips say his name, he likes, no, he loves it when she says his name, it's very tempting. He loosened his arms and buried his face in the crock of her neck, he breathes her in. "How's your sleep?" He murmured against her neck, causing her to shiver.
She swallowed nervously. "Good," she answered briefly.
"Do you have a good day?" He asked as he pulls his face away from her neck and staring at her face instead.
"Hmm ..." She hesitated. She has no one to talk to; the house elves seem afraid to talk to her, it may be an order from him that the house elves aren't allowed to talk to her. She just sat in the garden all day, wondering how to get out of here.
"Are you bored, hum?" He answers for her; even from her face he already knows the answer. "My mother will be visiting this morning, you will not be alone again when I leave," he muttered softly.
"That's good then," she forced a smile. She is not really looking forward to meet with Narcissa Malfoy, but maybe she can help her get out of here, she looks like a lovely lady. She might be able to persuade her son to let her go.
"I'm hungry, the house elf has prepared us food," he said loosening his arms around him and pulling her to her feet.
He cut her coldly. "Remember you will get punished if you say no,"
"I'm sorry," she muttered under her breath.
"What's that, huh?" He demanded and grabbed her wrist tightly.
She winced. "I'm sorry, Draco," she said in pain.
"Don't challenge me, Luna, I'm much stronger than you," he told her after he loosened his hold on her wrist. He grabbed her robe from the loveseat and handed it to her, "here,"
She was wearing her robes quickly, not wanting to keep him waiting. Then he took her hand and led her into the dining room.
His hand is much bigger than hers, but that's pretty soft. She can see how her hand looks helpless in his grip, and that makes her think, how can she fight him? Of course there is no way.
They had reached the dining room; he didn't spend much time and started eating. Every time she moves he will watch her, he can't take his eyes from her; he doesn't want to stop staring at her. He will make sure she eats properly so that she will gain her weight faster, she is too skinny and he doesn't like skinny women. Once after she gets her ideal weight, he can show her off, he will take her to every Ball. She will be by his side all the time.
It didn't take a long time to finish the food; he had ordered to prepare the food with small portions. Then, he takes her back to the room and instructs her to sit down.
"Don't move until I get back," he said coldly, he lowered his head and put his mouth close to her ear. "I won't be long," he whispered and kissed her temple lovingly.
She nodded and looking down at her hands that were in her lap, he always intimidates her even with a stare.
She sits on a loveseat like a good puppy; she really doesn't dare to move. She is afraid that if he sees her moving, his anger will rise. In these three days he unhesitatingly shows his anger if she doesn't obey him. She's lucky if he just stares at her with deathly stare. He never physically hurt her, or at least not yet, the worst treatment is when he grabs her hair and kisses her harshly. For some, it may look sexy and intimate, especially those who love violence in relationships. But for her, it's very painful and embarrassing. She can't imagine what he would do if she was here longer.
She can't stay with this man; she will never be able to. But who will save her? She doesn't have anyone; even she doesn't know where her father is. Everyone disappears, save themselves. She is alone. No one will help her this time. Harry won't show up and take her away for the second time, he's gone, he's gone forever, he's gone and doesn't keep his promise.
Why Harry? Why are you breaking your promise? You said you would help all of us. Why did you leave us in the dark?
He watched her for a moment as he had finished bathing. He stood there only with sweatpants and no shirt.
She just sits there like a doll, his doll. She doesn't move at all, she doesn't even show that she is breathing. The black baby doll and the black robes she wore made her skin glow, and the dim room made her almost unreal, her blond hair reaching over her waist made her look a goddess, but she is definitely a goddess. And he determined to keep her as long as possible.
He held the necklace tight in his palm and approached her. She was unaware of his presence and kept her eyes on her hands. But she looked up after he cleared his throat lightly. Her face flushed as her eyes landed on his bare chest. He smirked arrogantly.
"Stand up," he ordered firmly but gently. He licked his lips, as the swelling from her breasts distracted him. "I have something for you," he murmured hoarsely, his eyes not leaving her breasts. Without waiting for her response, he put the necklace around her neck and hooked the chain. "Do you like it?"
She lowered her head to see the necklace more clearly. The necklace is beautiful, but the color is not her favorite, somehow this necklace makes her feel like his pet, 'return to Draco Malfoy if you find her', she feels the words are written on her forehead. But she tried to smile. "I like it, it's beautiful," she replied quietly. Suddenly she felt a wave of magic hit all over her body, was this a charmed necklace? Cause she felt the magic from this necklace.
He smirked in satisfaction as he saw the pendant shining faintly, the necklace having started its work. He moved his eyes to the ribbon on her robe, slowly; his hand reached the ribbon on her robe and tugged it off. She gasped at his actions. He took off her robe for her and dropped it on the floor. He ran his index finger around her collar bone. "But not as beautiful as you," he muttered.
His eyes turned to her face, he smiled gently at her. He really can't believe that she's here, in his bedroom, with him, it really feels like a dream. He grabs her chin and brings her face close to his, his arms wrapped around her waist and pulls her closer. "You are so beautiful," he whispered before pressing his lips against hers.
She can't move she's petrified; she closed her eyes as his lips touched hers. He kissed her possessively and roughly like always, making her frown in pain. She gasped as he held her into his arms and carried her to bed. Oh, no! She thought in fear. She doesn't want to do this. Her body trembled as his hand squeezed her thigh and his lips explored her neck. She ventured to put her hands on his chest and pushed him. "Please, no," she pleaded, holding back the tears that threatened to escape.
"What?" He said coldly, he was fed up with her rejection. She is his now, he can do whatever he wants to her. "Don't order me, Lovegood," he grabbed a handful of her hair and yanked it roughly for the umpteenth time. Doesn't she know that she has no choice at the moment? How dare she say no when her pretty little face keeps teasing him.
"Please," she said between her sobs. Her body couldn't stop shaking, she was too scared.
He studied her face and body for a moment. He can't do it now, she's too fragile, he'll probably end up crushing her in the process if he forced himself on her. He let go of his grip on her hair and took her into his arms, hugging her lovingly. "Maybe next time, what do you think? You must be healthy first," he murmured. He looked down at her and smiled softly. "Go to sleep," he told her and kissed her forehead.
She just nodded and lay down by her side. She felt better until he put his arm around his waist and pressed her back against his chest. She doesn't understand him, sometimes he can be extremely rough and sometimes he can be amazingly gentle, it's like he has two personalities. Her eyes grew slightly as she felt the pendant on her necklace warm on her skin. What now?