A/N My drabble for Mew & Mor's Weird Pairings Challenge; My first go at slash and the pairing was very strange, but I gave it a good shot anyway.
"Draco" asked a despairing Rolf Scamander. "Do you think are sons will ever be as fucked up as we are?"
"God help them if they are" the icy blonde replied, running his fingers through his hair, and touching his fingers to his kiss-bruised lips. "No one should have to be." The two fully grown men were, sat at the kitchen table, their head in their hands. It was strange how little moments had led to the downfall of their marriages, that had led to the kissing and, eventually, what had just gone on in the bedroom.
Draco Malfoy, had fully repented from his sins of the second war. A guilt ridden individual now took the place of the arrogant school boy. He'd grown up. The pain from his own betrayal still hung with him, but forgiveness had come to him in strange forms. Married to a powerful pureblood, Astoria, he had fathered a son. This son had defied all boundaries and become a Ravenclaw, his best friends being Potters and the offspring of "Loony" Luna Lovegood; whose husband sat mere meters away from him. He didn't care, and apology letters sent straight to every Potter-Weasley-Longbottom-Scamander family going. Thanks to the help of his ex-arch nemesis Harry, all the clans had come round to the children's friendship, and formed bonds with Draco in the process.
Rolf Scamander, a brave young explorer, and naturist by heart, had become enraptured with the unique fairy that had captured his imagination. Luna, sweet, caring Luna, had fired his passion for creatures. She had fallen pregnant not long after their marriage, and the world had graced them with two beautiful twins. They had a witty and clever Ravenclaw, and a brave and chivalrous Gryfindor, and when their friendship with Scorpius Malfoy had bloomed, they had become one of the most accepting of Draco. In fact Rolf and Draco were close, more than close so it seemed.
But how the hell had they let it come to this, to that?
Draco's marriage to Astoria had crumbled as soon as it was built, a marriage of convenience. He had produced on heir, and that was all. No affection, no love. A string of lovers on his wife's side had led to furious arguments, and a far from civil divorce. It had left a somewhat bitter man, who felt a sense of freedom from the stranglehold of his wife, from women
And Rolf. Rolf's beautiful Luna had withdrawn over the years. She had retreated, her imaginary beings nonexistent, she had refused to believe it. Her explorations grew longer, and more frequent. Her time with her husband was almost as real as the beings in her mind, which meant it was scarce. That had turned him into the tired man that sat at this kitchen table.
The two men had found solace in each other. At first just comfort, to talk and heal each other's pain. But last night, things had changed. Bottles of fire whiskey and there hugs had turned into a burning kiss. Gentle pecks flew down each other's neck, nips and moans followed swiftly. Soon there clothes were leaving a trail to the bedroom, they hadn't any cares as their lips explored bodies. Hands' snaking into hair, their world was on fire, burning around them but they were frozen, frozen in that moment of lust.
A/N Again lol. I don't really believe that that is how Luna would of reacted in her adulthood, but it fit well into my fic and pairing.
Love Rose :D