Beautiful Beast

Chapter 2

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Chapter 2

He leaned his back against the tree and stared blankly at the Black Lake, wondering how he could kill the Head Master. He sighed heavily, how could he face the greatest wizard of all time? He may collapse to the ground before he can aim his wand at the Head Master. Indeed, he never liked Dumbledore, but he never wished for him to die.

He closed his eyes, trying to think of something else. Suddenly the image of the blonde girl is behind his eyes, she is the girl who has haunted him in recent years. She haunted him like a beautiful shadow. But unlike the other shadow, he will never reach her, she will always be a shadow, and he is not happy with that fact. He wants to have her, have her completely, her body and her soul. He wants to reach her; he wants to touch her, inside and outside.


Even her voice sounded very real in his ear like music. He can sit here and listen to her talk all day tirelessly. He sighed, her voice made him more relaxed.


He frowned, it wasn't his imagination, it was real. He opened his eyes and jerked his head. Frown on his forehead deepened. She was really there, standing with her Ravenclaw robe, and her blond hair that he always wanted to touch.

"You are Draco Malfoy, aren't you?" She asked softly. Her hair was blown off and made her look like a goddess rather than a human.

"Yes," he replied coldly, he didn't even know why he sounded like that.

"Professor Snape is calling you in his office," she told him quietly, enough for his ears only. Then, she turned away, leaving him breathless. He just stood there and stared at her back. But suddenly she stopped and turned to him. "Now," she added as she realized he had no intention of moving at all.

"Don't order me, you blood-traitor!" He spat at her, instantly regretting what he had said. She just frowns at him and leaves him without turning her head for the second time to him. He took a deep breath as the wind brought her scent to him. He breathes her in, secretly apologizing and hoping the wind will send his apology to her.

"Where did you find her?" he asked the two men when the house elf had brought her to his room. He has her wand in his hand and he plans to keep it away from her. She doesn't need it anymore, she will not fight anymore, she has house elves to do it all for her, and she has him.

"In the middle of the forest, she was resting in a tent with her two friends." The taller man said. "The red-headed and the brunette," he added.

"What happened to them?" He asked dryly, leaning on the armchair.

"They're just unconscious, then we take the blonde girl." The shorter man muttered.

"No one other than them?" he asked.

"No, just the three of them, it seems they are headed to Scotland." The shorter man replied.

He nodded, thought for a moment, what were they likely looking for in Scotland? It may be a hiding place or they just choose a place at random. He'll think about it later. "Good job," he muttered as he pulled out bags of gold. Both men grinned triumphantly. "I added a bonus because you found her sooner than I thought," he threw the bags at them. "You can go,"

"Thank you, Master Draco."

Luna stands in a room, a walk-in-closet. She doesn't understand why she's here; she should be in a dungeon. She also doesn't understand why she has to bathe and wear a dress she knows aren't cheap, she really doesn't understand what's going on. She only remembers when she, Ginny, and Hermione rested in the middle of the forest, suddenly a mob of men came and attacked them, when she woke up, she was in a carriage, which strangely took her to an estate instead of to the Ministry where she should be punished for become a supporter of Harry Potter.

She wondered what had happened to Ginny and Hermione. Are they okay? Why did they just bring her and not with them? A lot of questions came to her mind, but she couldn't find the answer.

She turned her head as she heard the approaching footsteps; she suddenly was in caution mode. She swallowed uncomfortably as Draco Malfoy stepped in, his eyes staring intently at her, it was like he was a predator and she was his lunch, he intimidated her. She's never afraid of him, pity yes. But now he is different, he is no longer a 16-year-old boy who looks scared and confused in corridors of Hogwarts. He is a man who is proud of what he had done; he wore the Dark Mark with pride.

"What do you want?" She asked quietly and hatefully.

He smirked at her. "You," he replied simply.

She frowned. "I don't understand,"

"You don't need to understand," he muttered, staring at her hungrily from head to toe. "You look very beautiful," he whispered as his eyes fell into her full breasts.

She took a step back, completely ignoring his praise. "I'm not supposed to be here,"

"Why?" He smiled crookedly at the sight of her being cautious.

"I should be at the Ministry or at least in the dungeon for punishment," she said.

"You will not be punished, at least not by them," he said slyly. He resisted the urge to grab her in his arms. She looked down, trying to understand what he meant. "This is where you belong," he added, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him. He smirked as her body stiffened.

"Let go of me," she said firmly, trying to push him away, but he was too strong.

"Don't order me, Lovegood, you should obey me," he hissed in her ear.

"Obeying you? Why do I have to obey you? "She questioned in annoyance.

"Because you are mine," he answered casually, stroking her hip.

"What?" She didn't believe what she heard.

"You're here because I sent those guys to catch you and bring you here," he said, nuzzling his nose against her temple, causing her to shiver. "I have been looking for you for a long time," he muttered as his lips brushed against her cheek.

She panicked, she couldn't think clearly with him being so close to her. He is a stranger to her. "Your... your girlfriend will not be happy to see me here with her dress," she stammered, she stiffened even more as he tightened his arms around her waist.

He laughed softly, "My what?" He pulled his head away from hers.

"Your girlfriend," she said. Surely he has a girlfriend or fiancée. She sees a lot of women's stuff in the closet along with his stuff.

"Let me ask you, are you angry to find yourself standing in your own closet and dressed in your own dress?" He smiled cunningly as she tilted her head, he really enjoying her reaction.

"What?" She doesn't understand him.

"You ask too much, Luna," he muttered as he kissed her temple.

She shivered again when he mentioned her name, it sounded different in her ears. She tries to push him away as he starts kissing the corner of her mouth, she doesn't want him to touch her. He is an enemy!

His temper rises when she refuses him, he grabs a handful of her blond hair and he jerks it violently, causing her gasp and her eyes to widen. "Don't fight me, Lovegood, you'll lose," he whispered harshly. "You have to start accepting me whether you like it or not, because you are mine,"

She began to feel her eyes stinging; her tears begin to pool in her beautiful blue eyes. And he watches it with great satisfaction; she must know who the superior is here. His eyes landed on her parted lips, teasing him to taste it, it might taste like strawberry or cherry.

He tightens his grip on her hair and pressed his lips to hers. He kisses her roughly and possessively, taking everything what he thought should be his, whether she is willing or not. He pressed his lips harder and caused her to whimper. He forced his tongue into her mouth and tasted her greedily; she tasted like peppermint, so refreshing. He tightened his arm around her waist and continued to attack her lips mercilessly. He has been longing for this for a long time. He was always fantasizing about him kiss her passionately like this, letting their saliva mingling, and his fantasy becomes reality, this is better than fantasy. It's like he's been tasting drugs for the first time and he's addicted.

He broke the kiss when his lungs needed oxygen. He stared at her face for a moment and smirked evilly. Tears dripped from the corner of her eye, she was breathless, her lips look red and swollen, and he who caused it, he was very proud of it. He brought her face close to his. "Immediately, you will see how much you belong to me, Luna," he whispered and licked her tears, even her tears tasted really good.

"Please," she sobbed, completely afraid of him. He is a beast!

"Sshhh... don't plead, sweetheart, there will be time to plead," he murmured against her temple. "You must be hungry after a long journey, aren't you?" He asked softly, suddenly changing drastically. "You have to eat, come on." He slid his arm around her and grabbed her hand, dragging her into the dining room which was very dark and cold.

She looked around, this place couldn't be called home, she thought sadly. This place is really beautiful if decorated well, some flowers and some colors other than black will make this place look beautiful.

"You can decorate this house if you want," he said suddenly, looking intently at her face and making her uncomfortable. "This is after all, yours," he added as he placed a steak in front of her and made her stomach growl, she hadn't eaten properly the past year.

"Mine?" She said in surprise. What's wrong with him actually? Why did he suddenly show his interest in her? And why does he say this is her home?

"I mean, this is ours," he said casually, his eyes never leaving her face. It's too good to be true. "Finish your food, we have to talk about something after this," he ordered firmly. She couldn't help but obey.

"Well," he began when they were in his study. He sits in an armchair opposite her. "There are some rules you shouldn't break,"

"Rules?" she looked at him in surprise.

"Yes, you are a rebel, and the rules will keep you in my lap," he said dryly, not once his eyes leaving her face. "First, you cannot say 'no' to me. Second, you must obey me, no matter what it is. And third," he paused for a moment then got up and stood right behind her, very close to her. He rested his chin on her shoulder and stroked her arm with his long fingers. "You cannot call me Malfoy; you have to call me Draco. But I don't mind if you call me, Sir, Master, or..." he paused for a moment and kissed the exact spot behind her ear and made her shiver. "...Daddy. You can call me with those when there's no one around," he mumbled in her ear before licking her neck.

"Am I going to be your slave?" She asked, unable to hide her fear.

"No, sweetheart," slowly he tilted her head to give him easier access to kiss her neck. "You're far from it,"

"Then, what am I?" She asked bitterly. She thinks it's better to be a slave than to be the woman who has to serve him in the bed.

"Let's not talk about it now, I'll tell you what you are to me later," he murmured against her skin. "You have such soft skin." He can't stop himself from touching her.

As for her, she just sat there petrified, letting him touch every inch of her skin with his hands and lips. She stared blankly ahead and wondered how her life could be like this? She never thought that her life would end as Draco Malfoy's mistress. She never thought that her life would be miserable like this, she mused, and a tear fell from her eyelids.

He notices her tears and he takes pleasure of it, at least she knows who the superior right now, he thought with a smirk on his lips. "Now stand up," he ordered as he pulled himself away from her. She obeyed without protest. "Come here," he said as he offered her his hand. Slowly, she approached him, then he wrapped his arms around her possessively. He looked down at her and smiled. "From now on, we'll be together," he whispered hoarsely before pressed his lips against hers roughly, forcing her to kiss him back. And she obeyed him and kissed him back unwillingly.