A/N: Not mine :(
Written for hppjdragpncode 's Random Pairing Challenge.
Not technical incest, but forgive my weird twist. Blame it on writers block, it's killing me :?
He fell to the bed, breathing deep, thinking hard. Beside him the girls breath came in desperate pants. All of the sudden Draco knew why he preferred her.
It wasn't that she was better than all the others. Not better than Pansy, or Granger, or Ginny. It wasn't because after sex she was wide awake, but never asked to cuddle.
He could feel the sweat slick to him. He watched a bead of her own sweat travel the length of her jaw, hollow of her neck, curve of her bosom.
The weird twisted thing about her that Draco craved each time, was the way that she reminded him of himself.
If he squinted his eyes just right, it was him whom he was sleeping with, him he was shagging. In fact, if he couldn't at least catch a glimpse of himself, then he couldn't get it up.
But all narcissism and mirrors aside, she reminded him of his mother. Of his father. Of a place to call home, of warmth, comfort. Even if that's never what the Manor represented.
Away from them, he felt a keen sting that no sixth year boy should feel or homesickness. And he knew why because he was smart despite himself.
It was in an unnaturally close way that he shared a relationship with his parents. If he squinted his eyes slightly more, he could see each of them in her appearance, and he reveled at the momentary comfort it gave him.
For all that he'd known he'd said their names during- or his. Mostly Draco didn't care. He didn't need love from anyone but his parents like he needed sex. Maybe that much was at least rationed for.
Most of all, he loved that she didn't ask questions. He grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair, and if he imagined it right it felt like his fathers silky locks, or smelled of his mothers scent. He didn't even have to say her name. He didn't have to call her Luna.