Forgive me for grammatical errors and spelling mistakes.

Disclaimer – I own nothing! Some characters belong to J.K Rowling and some belong to Lisa Klyepas, and the plot belongs to Lisa Kleypas as well.

A/N – As I said on the disclaimer, this plot of the story belongs to Lisa Kleypas in a novel of the same title, I just simply rewrite. But there will be some different points on this story. And Luna and Draco will be a bit OOC. The story is set in the Victorian era.

Chapter 1

Ever since Draco Malfoy first saw her, he knew – despite the beauty she had – she would never be a bride to any man.

He followed the oarsman through the fog, a cold mist clinging to his skin and forming a grain of water on his woolen mantle. He shoved his hands into his pockets, while his eyes moved to observe the place. The river looks oil-coated in the dim light of a lamp hanging on giant granite blocks near where people get off the ship. Several small boats drove passengers across the Thames, bobbing like toys over water.

A cold March wind penetrated around Draco's face and ears and slipped behind his cravat. He held back the cold while staring at the river. Nothing can last more than 20 minutes in that cold water.

"Where's the body?" Draco grunted impatiently. He reached into his pocket and reached for his pocket watch. "I don't have all night."

The oarsman on the Thames stumbled while turning his head, glancing at the platinum blond haired man who was following him. "You're Malfoy, right? Mr. Malfoy himself... Woah, people will not believe if I tell them. The man guarding the king... I thought you didn't handle this kind of dirty stuff."

"I'm afraid not," Draco grumbled.

"This way, Sir. Watch your step. The stairs along the river are very slippery, especially on a humid night like this."

Clutching his jaw, Draco approached a dripping tiny body that was pulled onto the runway where the ship was tethered. In his work as a detective he had seen corpse many times, but the drowning victim certainly belonged to an unpleasant corpse. The body was facedown, but it was obviously a woman. Her body was lying with both hands bent like a rag doll abandoned by a haphazard child, the bottom of her dress dripping water around her foot.

Crouching beside her, Draco took her by the shoulder with a leather glove and began to turn her over. Draco immediately jumped back, startled, as the woman began to cough and spew water, her body twitched.

The oarsman started screaming in fear behind him. "I thought she was dead." His voice cracked in fears. "I swear, her body was very cold already."

"Idiot," Draco grumbled. How long had this poor woman been left in the cold, while the oarsman called the Auror to investigate? This woman's chance survived much bigger if she got immediate medical treatment. Draco turned the woman over and lifted her head to his knee, her long hair wetting his trouser. Her skin was very pale almost white under dim light, and there was a bump on the side of her head. Even so, the fine and feminine figures of her body are recognizable, Draco knows her.

"Dear, Merlin," whispered Draco. He's pretty sure he's never surprised with anything, but found Luna Lovegood here, like this... It's unbelievable.

Her eyes were half open, gloomy, not knowing that her death would be imminent. Luna is not the kind of woman who just lost without fighting. The woman moaned and her hands reached up, her hands brushing the front of Draco's vest in a weak attempt to save herself.

Without thinking long Draco lifted her body. Her body was small and solid, but with her dress full of water nearly doubled her weight. Draco held her high up to his chest, snarling uncomfortably as cold water wetting his clothes.

"Are you going to take her to Auror's office, Mr. Malfoy?" The oarsman rushed after Draco, who climbed two steps at a time. "I think I should come along and tell my name to Sir Kingsley. I've helped someone, haven't I found the lady before she died. No rewards, of course... doing the right thing is enough... but there might be a prize, right?"

"Find Dr. Remus Lupin," Draco said roughly. "Usually this kind of night he's in Tom's coffee shop. Tell him to come to my residence on King Street. "

"I cannot do that," the oarsman protested. "I have to work; you know... I can still get 5 shillings tonight."

"I'll pay you when you bring Lupin to King Street."

"But what if I don't find him?"

"You'll take him to King Street in half an hour," Draco replied coldly, "or I'll confiscate your ship – and I'll arrange for you to spend three days in jail. Is that enough motivation?"

"I always thought you were a good person," said the oarsman sourly, "until I meet you. You're nothing like what the Daily Prophet says." The man stepped away with a short stride, disappointment clearly visible on his chubby face.

Draco smirked with a somber gloom. He is very aware of what his experience is drawn in every newspaper. The authors and editors exaggerated his success until he looked like a super human in the public eye. People think he is a legend and not a normal man with many flaws.

He made very lucrative job as a detective, earned a large sum of money from the taking of stolen goods from banks. He sometimes takes on other types of cases – finds a kidnapped heir, acts as a personal bodyguard for visiting members of the royal family, tracks the murders – but theft in the bank has always been his favorite case. And with every case settled, his name became more and more famous, to the point that he could be a topic of conversation at a coffee shop in London.

And most humorously, the upper society welcomes him as one of those who has a glorious life, where money is not a problem for them. They say a party will be bigger success if the host writes 'Mr. Malfoy will be present' under the invitation. But with the popularity he gets among the nobility makes him feel that he is not really considered one of them. He is more entertainment figure in the high social class. Women are excited about the idea that he is a dangerous man, and men want friendships to make them look bolder.

The blowing cold air made the woman's body in his arms moan and shiver. Draco leaves the embankment and crosses a stone path covered with mud and animal dung. He continued walking through a small field filled with vats of water, stinking pig pens, and carts. Covent Garden is littered with fields like that, a place where dark animals are kept and diseases spread like nets. Every respectable man with common sense would think twice to go to this part of town, a place that is willing to kill for some shillings. However, Draco is not a gentleman; the underworld of London never scares him.

The woman's head slumped over his shoulder, her cold breath brushing his chin. "Well, Luna," Draco muttered, "there was a time when I wanted you in my arms... but this is not what I imagined."

He found it hard to believe that he was carrying the most desirable woman in London past the shabby corners and animal cages in the Coven Garden. The butchers and peddlers stop, looking curiously at him, while the prostitute comes out. "Come here, laddie," a woman with a chubby cheek resembling a scarecrow called out, "there's a fresh cream pot for you!"

"Next time," Draco said coldly, ignoring the harsh voices of the prostitute.

He crossed the northwest of the square and arrived at King Street, where old buildings turned into rows of neat modern houses, coffee shops, and one or two publishers. It is a clean and prosperous road where the upper class people live. Draco bought a spacious and elegant three-storey modern house there. The busy Auror's headquarters is not far away.

Draco quickly climbed the stairs by kicking the mahogany door aloud. Since there was no response from the inside, he backed away and kicked it again, this time louder, maybe loud enough to make the door broken. Suddenly the door opened and the housekeeper appeared, sparking a series of protests over his rough treatment on the polished wooden board.

Mrs. Buttons are women in her fifties with pleasant faces, good-hearted but tight-seated, hard worker, and have religious beliefs. It's no secret that she doesn't approve of Draco's profession. Nevertheless Mrs. Buttons relentlessly accepted the various guests from the crime world who came to his house, treated them all with courtesy and caution.

When she saw the body dripping in her slinger's arms, her expression was startled. "Oh my God!" Mrs. Buttons gasped. "What happened?"

Draco's muscles were getting tired of carrying a load of faint women that far. "Nearly drowned," he replied rudely, passing his housekeeper to the stairs. "I'll take her to my room."

"But how did it happen? Who is she?" Mrs. Buttons asked. "Shouldn't she be taken to St Mungos'?"

"She's an acquaintance," replied Draco. "I want her checked by a private doctor. God only knows what they will do to her in the hospital."

"An acquaintance?" Mrs. Buttons said, hurrying closer to Draco's quick pace. She obviously wanted to know more, but didn't dare to ask.

"Actually she's a prostitute," Draco said dryly.

"A prostitute... and you brought her here ..." Her voice was full of disapproval. "Sir, once again you put yourself in the worst situation."

A grimace flashed on Draco's handsome face. "Thank you."

"That's not a compliment," Mrs. Buttons tell him. "Mr. Malfoy, wouldn't you prefer one of the guest rooms to be prepared?"

"She'll sleep in my room," Draco said firmly.

While frowning, Mrs. Buttons ordered a maid to mop up the puddles they had left on the marble floored.

The modern house is decorated with long windows, Sheraton furnishings and handmade Persian carpets. The house was so much different from the creaky tenement house he lived in as a child, three rooms inhabited by eight children selling books and their mothers. His father was thrown into prison for debt and his family was scattered.

Draco finally found himself on the streets, until a fishmonger in Covent Garden put his mercy and gave him a job and a straw mattress for his bedding at night. As he snuggled against the heat from the kitchen stove, Draco dreamed of something better, though his dream never had a definite shape until the day he met an Auror.

An Auror was patrolling the crowded market and catching a thief snatching a fish from a fish man's stall. Draco turned toward to the Auror, with his fine red vest, equipped with a short sword and a gun. The man is looking bigger, bolder, stronger than an ordinary man. Immediately Draco knew the only hope of having a better life was to become an Auror. He enrolled at the age of eighteen, promoted on the Daily Patrol within a year, and a few months later selected by Kingsley Shacklebolt to complete an elite team containing half a dozen Aurors.

To prove that he is worthy, Draco devotes himself to his work with an endless spirit, treating every case as if it requires personal revenge. He did anything to catch criminals; he once followed a murderer across the English Channel and arrested him in France. With more success piling up, Draco begins to ask for more than usual wages for his personal services, which only makes him more desirable.

On the advice of a client he once helped, Draco invested in shipping and textile companies, bought some shares of a hotel, and bought selected properties in west London. With a little luck and determination, he climbed higher than he had intended before. At the age of thirty, he could retire with considerable wealth. However, he knows he can't resign as an Auror. The sensation and appeal of danger is a strong need for him.

In his bedroom Draco brings Luna to a king-sized canopy mahogany bed with ornate carvings on the head and legs. Many of the furnishings, including the bed, are made specifically to fit his size. He's tall and big, the doorway and the ceiling are always a scary specter for him.

"Oh, the sheet," Mrs. Buttons yelled when Luna's clothes wetting the heavy velvet fabric embroidered with gold and green silk. "The fabric will be broken!"

"Then I'll buy again," said Draco, stretching his aching arms and releasing his wet jacket. He dropped the jacket on the floor and leaned over Luna's stiff body. He intends to undress Luna as soon as possible by pulling the front of her dress. A cursed escaped his mouth when he had trouble removing her dress.

"I think the dress should be cut. I'll get the scissors," said Mrs. Buttons.

"No," Draco said coldly. He reached into his boot and pulled out an ivory knife with a pointed blade,

Mrs. Buttons gawked at Draco, who began cutting thick dress as if they were made of butter. "Oh, my goodness," Mrs. Buttons stammered. "No one is better to use a knife than a former Covent Garden fish man," Mrs. Buttons murmured quietly as he spread the sides of the dress, revealing most her white underwear. Luna's underwear was soaking wet and clinging to her snow-white skin. Draco had previously seen many women's bodies, but something about Luna's almost nude body made him hesitate. He struggled against the feeling he doesn't know. It's amusing, considering the fact that Luna Lovegood is an amazing prostitute.

"Mr. Malfoy," Mrs. Buttons squeezed the end of his apron nervously. "If you don't mind I can ask one of the maids to undress Miss..."

"Lovegood," Draco said.

"Miss Lovegood's dress."

"I'll take care of our guest," Draco mumbled. "I bet at least one male regiment has gotten something special to see Miss Lovegood's naked body. She'll be the first to say, 'just finish it and fuck with courtesy'. Anyway, after the problems she faces tonight, she deserves a little fun."

"All right, Sir." Mrs. Buttons stared at him for a moment as if Draco was acting uncharacteristically.

Without any expression, Draco cuts her wet dress, slicing one arm and then the other. When he lifted Luna's upper body and jerked off the wet wool material, someone stepped through a half-open door and gasped.

Draco turned his head around, it was Dobby, his personal servant, a young man with green eyes and dark hair, he wasn't very tall and thin, and his face always showed as if he was always tedious and intimidated. But according to Mrs. Buttons, Dobby is a cheerful guy when he's not around or when there's no one around except Mrs. Buttons.

"Oh, God!" Dobby gasped and covered his eyes with both hands as he saw his master standing with a knife on a half-naked woman.

Draco snorted. "Try to make yourself useful, yeah? Get me one of my shirts and some towels. And after I think about it, tea and brandy will be good. Now, hurry up."

Dobby looks hesitant, but he knows it's better to never oppose Draco Malfoy. Carefully he looked away from the half-naked woman and grabbed the shirt and towels from the closet and handed it to Mrs. Buttons before he ran out.

Draco's desire to wrap Luna's body in warmer clothes suddenly becomes bigger and overcomes his desire to see her naked body. He just glanced at her body and then left the rest to Mrs. Buttons. But he will save his desire to enjoy her body later.

Luna's body wasn't perfect, but the promise of pleasure she gave was perfect. She has a charming little waist like most petite women, beautiful and round breasts and delicate and very feminine curves. No wonder if she became the most expensive prostitute in England. Luna is beautiful, young, sensual... the kind of woman every man wants in bed for days.

Mrs. Buttons covering Luna with sheets of thick linen and blankets, then Mrs. Buttons wrapped her hair in a towel. "She's a beautiful woman," Mrs. Buttons murmured, her face softening with mercy, "young enough to change her life for the better. I hope God chooses to save her life. "

"She will not die," Draco said dryly as usual. "I won't let her." He touched Luna's forehead and used his thumb to brush the strands of hair that slipped out of the towel. Carefully his fingers descended to her temple. "Although there will be someone who is disappointed to know she is alive."

"My apologies, Sir, I don't understand... oh." Suddenly Mrs. Buttons's eyes widened as her eyes followed Draco's finger that stopped at Luna's neck, she found a bruise that wrapped around her neck. "Looks like someone is trying to... to..."

"Strangle her," Draco continued flatly.

"Who would do such a thing?" Mrs. Buttons said out aloud, her forehead frowned in fear.

"Usually in the case of woman's murder, the culprit is a husband or a lover." Draco's lips curled into smirk. "Women are always afraid of strangers, but the ones who hurt them are men they know well."

Shaking her head at the thought of her master, Mrs. Buttons stood up and smoothed her apron. "If you want, Sir, I'll send balm for Miss Lovegood's bruise, then wait for the doctor downstairs."

Draco nodded, barely conscious when Mrs. Buttons had left his room, while he stared at Luna's face without expression. He fixed the damp cloth on her forehead gently. Caressing the pale curve of Luna's cheek with the tip of his index finger, and made a sullen and gloomy sound in his throat. "I swear you'll regret the day you made me look like a total fool, Luna," he mumbled. "However, the opportunity came much faster than I thought."