"No, Draco," Luna whispered in a dreamy voice, her hot and sweet smelling breath fanning his face. "You'll never forget me. You can't." She reached out and placed a delicate hand on his chest, as if trying to touch his heart. "I'm here."
Draco pulled back, glaring at her in disgust. "Don't touch me," he demanded.
Luna smiled at him. "If that's what you want," she murmured submissively. Then she nodded fervently. "But it doesn't change anything."
"Lovegood you were a fling. An easy lay—"
She cut him off with her musical laughter. "You know that's not true as well as I do. You were part of me and I you."
He shook his head, his grey eyes practically pleading with her. "No."
"Well, it wasn't your first time, clearly, but it was the first time you i felt /i something wasn't it?"
"I didn't feel anything but lust. It's already died." Swinging his feet over the edge of the bed, he stood up. He was naked; his body fully exposed without shame in his eyes.
"It's still in your eyes," Luna told him sitting up and wrapping the blanket around her chest. "You know you'll never forget me. In fact, you don't i want /i to forget me."
He looked like he had been slapped. "You're trash."
She smiled widely at him, a faraway look in her eyes. "You say that, but you don't i believe /i that."
"Of course I believe that! You were just someone to feel the space in my bed. That's all. I hope to never see you again."
"Liar," she accused in a whisper. His words were starting to cut deep; he could see the pain in her eyes. "You'll never forget me. I'll haunt you. My touch. The look in my eyes as you became part of me. My kiss. My voice. My words. You'll never forget me."
"Why does it matter?" he inquired, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Because I'm the girl you're letting go," she informed him in a soft voice. "I'm the girl you will be longing for but can't have all your life. You'll bed dozens of women but none of them will be me."
"You think highly of yourself, don't you?" he scoffed, shaking his head.
"No. You think highly of me though."
"You're trash," he repeated coldly.
She dropped the blanket, her breasts now exposed, and got into her knees on the bed. She was eye level with the man, staring him down with that look in her eyes that said she was anywhere but here. "I may be trash," she said, "But I'm your trash."
Very slowly, allowing him time and room to back up if he wanted, she reached up and stroked the side of his face. When he didn't move away, she leaned forward to brush her lips against his. That's all it took. His hands were around her back, pulling her to him so her breasts were crushed against his bare chest. His mouth slanted over hers again and again, making Luna feel dizzy.
Finally, she pushed back, staring at him with a smirk on her face that was oddly like his. "I'm your trash," she whispered, "and you'll never forget me." She paused, looking at him vulnerably. "Please never forget me."
Reaching up, she stroked the side of his face again. When he leaned into her hand she realized she had won.