Thunder Storm
The black clouds scudded across the inky sky above Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Draco Malfoy cursed under his breath as he hurried over the wet grass, slipping and sliding on the muck and the leaves trying to keep his balance as he headed for the only spot of light on the horizon; the window of Hagrid's hut. Draco disliked Hagrid intensely, and it grated on his nerves that he was going to be forced to ask the half giant for help in returning to school.
Rain, icy cold needle's of rain pricked the exposed skin of his face, sharp and stinging causing him to shiver in his wet clothes. Teeth chattering, Draco pushed himself forward, blinking through his waterlogged eyelashes; the thunder rumbled over head like the growling of a dragon and the strong wind crashed into him, sending his slender body careening sideways into a patch of bushes.
This time, Draco cursed loudly, his words swallowed up by the wind and tossed away into the night like bits of confetti. Struggling with the bramble thorns which gripped at his clothes and ripped at the skin of his hands, Draco freed himself, and hurried to the little hut, the rain pelting him now; falling harder and faster filling the air around him, plastering his shirt to his body and chilling his skin.
Draco didn't bother to knock when he reached the door he simply grasped the metal handle with fingers that were so cold he didn't even register that the handle was wet and cold itself, Draco yanked open the door.
Stumbling into the light and warmth of Hagrid's home he issued his demand immediately. "You'll have to take me back to the castle. I can barely see a thing out there and I'm soaked through."
"It is rather dark out there now isn't it? I suspect that's why Hagrid isn't here, he's probably staying up at the castle. Dangerous to be out in this weather you know."
Draco stood there on the welcome mat dripping water everywhere and staring stupidly at Luna Lovegood who was sitting beside the fire. "You?"
"Me," she agreed with a sweet smile. "Did you get caught in the storm too, Draco?"
"Oh no," Draco responded scathingly, "I just love to go walking around in the thunder and the rain getting soaked to the skin."
Luna sighed quietly but choose to ignore his attitude. She stretched out her toes and wiggled them in the heat from the fire. "Why don't you take your wet things off, Draco and sit by the fire?"
Draco quirked and eyebrow and smirked at her. "Want to see me naked do you, Lovegood?"
"Not particularly," she replied completely unfazed, "there's a blanket there hanging over the chair, it's bound to be warmer than your wet clothes. That's why I took mine off," she pointed to her clothes she had hung up over a piece of rope that was strung up over the fire. Luna had suspected that Hagrid used that rope for the same purpose.
"Well I'm not changing with you sitting there staring at me!" Draco snapped, annoyed that she had given him a perfectly valid way to get warm and dry, one that he had honestly not thought of. His annoyance hiked itself up a couple of notches when he saw Luna roll her eyes before she turned her back on him.
It was only then that Draco realised that he was shivering so much that his muscles were bunching and starting to ache from the strain. His teeth were chattering loudly in his head again now that he had stopped talking and he crossed the room to the blanket Luna had pointed out to him using it to rub at his blonde hair.
He glanced across at her. She was sat with her back to him angled towards the fire; her long, dirty blonde hair hung down her back; wet and bedraggled like rats tails. From the way it fell her hair obscured one shoulder but the other was left bare and slender with pale skin that glowed the colour of rich cream in the light of the fire.
Blinking, Draco turned away from Luna to concentrate on getting his clothes off. He was so cold that he could barely feel his fingers, they were numb, and he wiggled them for a moment trying to get his circulation to flow better. "Fuck it!" he hissed through clenched teeth when he couldn't seem to get a proper grip on the buttons of his shirt.
"Something wrong?" Luna queried running her own fingers through the knotted ends of her hair.
"I can't undo my buttons, my fingers don't work," he complained bitterly.
Luna stood up, wrapping the blanket around her toga style and turned to help him. "I'll do it, my fingers have thawed out. Considering it was a nice day today the temperature has really dropped, it must be below zero out there."
"You don't have to tell me," Draco retorted, "I was out there too."
"Just making conversation," Luna replied airily, again unfazed by his rudeness and concentrating on the buttons of his shirt. "Oh Draco, you're chilled to the bone," she exclaimed pressing her palm flat to his bare chest. "Let's hurry up and get that blanket round you, you'll catch a cold." Without warning Luna dropped her hands to his trousers and began to work on his belt. Draco managed to catch her eye and he expected her to blush and look away, what he got was the full force of Luna's unwavering stare. Her silvery grey eyes held to his, staring so intently at him that for an instant Draco thought she could see into his soul.
The belt jangled when she let it go and she popped the button effortlessly. Tiny fingers caught hold of the zip, the hiss sounded loud to Draco's ears as she unfastened his trousers and he was furious when he was the one to blush and look away.
"Can you mange on your own from here?"
"Yes," he spat out crossly.
Luna gave him a curious look, but then she simply shrugged and turned away to give him his privacy. Instead of going back to the fire, Luna went to the window; kneeling on a battered old trunk below it she rested her arms on the wide windowsill and stared out into the ever darkening night.
The light from the moon had been blocked out and everything seemed dark and sinister to Luna's over active imagination. The clouds broke suddenly and a beautiful electric blue lit up the sky just over the Forbidden Forest as lightening struck. It was followed by a deafening roar of thunder and Luna shuddered.
Draco, now with a blanket wrapped around him joined her at the window. White lightening came again, cracking the heavens in two, with smaller tendrils forking from it spreading across the sky and illuminating the tree tops.
"I hope the forest doesn't catch fire," Draco muttered.
Luna pursed her lips and gave him a long hard look. "I bet you always think the glass is half empty."
"It's a perfectly reasonable thought in weather like this," Draco defended himself.
"Yes, I suppose it is," Luna agreed. "It's powerful and majestic isn't it, nature I mean. At least, I've always thought so."
Draco grunted in response. It was just his luck that he was stuck here with the school lunatic. He supposed it could always have been worse, he could have Granger as a companion, Draco shuddered violently, how awful that would have been! Or Potter; Draco scowled at the mere thought of Potter, it was Potter's fault that he was stuck here as it was.
He had potions with Potter at the end of the day and all Slughorn could do for the entire lesson was simper and coo over Potter. Kissing his ass at every opportunity. It got right up Draco's nose so naturally he had to make a comment to Potter upon leaving the class, that had resulted in a fierce exchange of insults between him and Potter with the mudblood Granger sticking her nose in and trying to convince Potter to walk away, stating that he, Draco wasn't worth it! With his blood boiling and the urge to hex Potter into next week burning in the pit of his stomach, Draco had decided to go for a walk to calm down and then the storm had hit trapping him here with Lovegood.
Draco was pulled out of his thoughts when the thunder crashed with so much force that the windows rattled in their frames and lightening tore through the sky throwing Draco into a spotlight for a moment.
He left the window with the sound of the howling wind in his ears and sat next to Luna on the carpet before the fire. "So, how did you end up caught in the storm?"
"I was down by the lake, if the wind had been blowing the other way I would probably have been swept into the water!" Gathering her long hair into her hands she lifted it from her neck for a moment, cracking her neck and rolling her shoulders. "It was getting too dark and raining too hard for me to get back to the castle and Hagrid's place was the only shelter in sight. I thought I'd be stuck here all by myself until you came through the door, it's nice to have a little company."
"Hum," Draco supposed that it was better to have her there as not, at least he had someone to shout at and insult if she annoyed him too much.
"How about you? Where did you come from?"
"Just taking a walk to cool off. I had a bit of an altercation with Scarhead."
"Oh that's right, you and Harry don't get along too well do you?" Luna nodded slightly as she remembered.
"Not at all," Draco said firmly.
"I like him," Luna said mildly.
Draco scowled, remembering now that she was friends with The Annoying One. "I don't see why, all he ever does is find some way to get himself into the papers. He's only happy when everyone is making a fuss over him and is talking about him. He always has to make everything about him. There's nothing interesting about him, he's not even remotely good at anything! Bloody Chosen One my ass!"
As he talked, Luna studied Draco with undisguised interest. His personality was at odds with his good looks which made him handsome in an extremely annoying kind of way. Luna wasn't sure if she wanted to kiss him or kick him. He had lovely eyes though, Luna really liked his eyes, deep and grey, mesmerising; as though they hid a horde of secrets. He had a long nose and a pointed chin and his lips, the bottom one slightly fuller than the top one looked simply delicious. She honed in on Draco's lips, watching their movements as they formed his words and she wondered what they tasted like.
"Draco," Luna interrupted his tirade on Harry. "How do you like to kiss?"
"I... you... What?" Draco blinked rapidly, his mouth moving silently.
The lightening flashed outside the window again throwing the room into a hazy blue light and highlighting Draco's eyes, giving them the illusion of glittering like two gems. His face was a comic picture, but Luna didn't notice, she was waiting patiently for his reply.
"I said, how do you like to kiss?" Luna repeated when it became clear that Draco was too shocked to form any words.
"How do I like to... are you out of your mind?"
"It's a simple question, Draco. You must like one way better than another," Luna reasoned.
"For Merlin's sake," Draco ran a hand through his hair, glancing warily around the room as if he expected Hagrid or Potter to appear suddenly from under the bed.
"You've been kissed before, Draco, haven't you?"
"Well of course I have," Draco snapped, his face flushing uncomfortably. "But you don't just ask someone that... you just don't," he said exasperated. "This is a stupid thing to be talking about."
"You're right, Draco," Luna conceded. "It is stupid to talk about it when we could just do it."
"What...?" Draco didn't have time to say anything else before Luna's lips were on his.
Her lips were soft and warm and she took so much time over that one kiss that Draco's heart was pounding in his ears by the time she moved back, gasping for air herself.
"I think you like it slow," Luna's voice was a little breathless when she spoke.
Draco stared at her, unable to form a clear thought; his brain was still stuck in complete shock mode. Finally he drew himself back to the present. "Oh do you?" his lips curled into a smirk.
Luna swallowed nervously, unsure now as to what she had actually started. For the first time since he had undressed Luna realised that Draco was probably as naked beneath his blanket as she was beneath hers. The thought was both frightening and erotic to her. "Yes," she managed to force the words out past a dry throat. "Yes I do."
Draco's hands curled around her shoulders, drawing her closer he kissed her. It was a kiss that started off slow and deep, his tongue flickering against her mouth, being granted entrance only to stroke against hers in such a sensual manner than Luna was helpless to do anything other than respond and the kiss somehow ignited into something hot and intense.
He finally released her when breathing became too pressing an issue, and while the storm raged outside, and the wind shrieked like an escaped banshee around the house, pushing at the titles on the roof causing the rafters to moan in protest, Draco's mind worked busily. He was pleased to note the flush of Luna's cheeks and the way she kept her lips parted just so in invitation to another kiss, and he thought he might just take up that invitation, after all, with a storm battering at the walls of the house they couldn't go anywhere and there wasn't exactly anything else to do.
"Aren't you going to kiss me again?"
The question irked Draco a little, he was pretty sure that he was not in control of the situation and he was unsure as to how that had happened. "Yes, if you like," was his reply, he strove for indifference, as though it really didn't bother him whether he kissed her again or not.
Draco couldn't deny to himself however that he did want to kiss Luna again. He promptly seized her in his arms and kissed her, sliding his tongue past her parted lips in a caress that Luna instantly responded to with equal fervour. He felt a surge of triumph when Luna's breath quickened with his own and he hauled her closer to him, pulling her into his lap where he could touch her.
He started at her face, cupping her cheek, angling her slightly to enable him to get a better hold of her and deepen his kiss. His fingers fanned out over her neck and his thumb stroked idly against her pulse point. His fingers moved downwards, tracing the curve of her neck, the dip of her collar bone and brushing over the swelling of her breast.
Luna's breath caught in the back of her throat and Draco felt himself harden. He broke the kiss, "No?"
"Yes."
If the lightening had come in through the window and hit him where he sat, Draco was pretty sure he wouldn't have been more shocked than he was right now. He had asked the question because... well, Draco wasn't really sure why he had asked the question because he had assumed the answer would be no. But Luna had said yes, and Draco was suddenly filled with the urge to hear that word from her again, or to hear her speak his name in a breathy moan or a shout of pleasure.
It was Luna who returned her mouth to his, her lips coaxing, her tongue tasting with a new hunger that Draco instantly recognised and his hand slid beneath the rough fabric of the blanket to trace the outline of her breast that was now taunt and sensitive, sending a fire streaking through her body.
Rain slashed nosily against the window's and lightening lit up the room again followed by a crash of thunder that was louder than anything that had come before it and seemed to vibrate around the room.
The noise filled Luna's ears and she wiggled in Draco's lap, trying to get closer to him hoping that he would block the noise out.
The feel of her brushing against him, even covered with the blankets was severely testing Draco's patience and he tugged at the blanket until it slid from her shoulder and he was able to cup both breasts in his hands. He felt her moan against his mouth as his fingers stroked over her nipples enticing her to let go; she shifted in his lap again and dug her fingers into his shoulders.
His mouth left hers to move down her throat in a hot, erotic trail that her quivering in delight. His teeth sank gently into her collar bone before continuing over her shoulder and her body tighten in anticipation when his lips finally reached the swelling of her breast. Bending her over his arm Draco took the agonisingly sensitive nipple into his mouth and was rewarded with a sharp cry of pleasure.
Draco sucked lightly, passing his tongue over her nipple again and again with cat-like licks, the scratch of her nails in his shoulders and down his back alerting him that he was doing all the right things.
Feeling safe in Draco's grasp, Luna allowed her hold on him to relax so that she could trace his spine with the tips of her fingers. She felt him shiver and allowed herself a little smile. Her hands brushed over his side and inched their way up over his ribs with slow, teasing caresses until her thumb nail could scrape over one nipple.
With unsteady hands, Draco pulled almost violently at the blankets between them, his mouth against hers again, kissing her franticly as their bodies came into contact. Luna's breath wheezed past her lips when Draco returned his mouth to her breast, taking her other nipple between his lips this time and locking an arm around her wait to keep her steady as his other hand smoothed over her thigh and dipped between her legs. Luna cried out when he pressed two fingers inside her, her body bathed in flames already she rocked against his hand as he caused an almost unbearable ache to thrum throughout her entire body.
Draco groaned, she was so hot, so wet already and it was all because of him, all for him.
"I want to touch you, Draco." Her lips brushed against his ear as she spoke, the tip of her tongue darting out to lick at the shell of his ear.
"I've got you," he mumbled against her breast. It was all the confirmation Luna needed and she released her hold on his one shoulder to slip her hand between their heated bodies and curl her fingers around him.
He jerked in her palm as she stroked him, slowly at first as she adjusted to the awkward angle of her hand but Luna managed to match the rhythm he was using against her. Draco was soon panting against her neck, sucking the salty flesh into his mouth as Luna moaned in pleasure.
"Draco," she managed to say, "Now, Draco."
Draco gave her one more stroke for good measure and removed his hand, curling both around her waist as she shifted in his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, her fingers burrowing into his hair, Luna lowered herself onto his straining erection with an earthy groan that matched Draco's. His eyes closed to better savour the feeling of pleasure at sliding home inside her.
She was delicious, Draco thought as his hips pushed upwards moving inside her, filling her completely. He heard it then, as her head fell back, the breathy moan of his name he had been waiting for and a smug smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
Luna's head fell forward with a sigh of rapture. Resting her forehead against his she was somehow able to speak past her ragged breathing. "So good, Draco."
Damn right it was good! Draco's fingers tightened on her waist as he thrust up just as she pushed down and their bodies met together in a delightfully gratifying rhythm. "Bloody hell!" he hissed as pleasure flooded every nerve in his body. It had never been like this before, now Draco knew where the phrase mind blowing sex had come from, and what gave this an added bit of spice, was that every time he thrust into Luna and caused her to make that keening sound in the back of her throat; he was sticking it to Potter.
Luna's urgent hips pushing against him lost their tempo somewhat as her body quaked and she reached blindly for her release which caused Draco to lose what little control he had. He held her body tightly with one arm to give him enough leverage while his other hand dipped between her legs to press against the hard little bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs as he took her with a thrusting, breakneck speed towards the ultimate pleasure.
He fell first with a cry that even the thunder couldn't drown out, and while he was still throbbing with his own release Draco drove deeper into her, and Luna screamed his name, her nails digging painfully into his scalp as her climax rippled around him.
Exhausted, Luna and Draco slumped against each other, muscles relaxed with release, bodies hot and skin slick with perspiration.
The storm was still blowing furiously outside and the thunder and lightening did it's double act again, flashing through the window throwing Draco's face into the stark light and Luna thought he had never looked so handsome to her as he did now, contented and sated with a look of masculine pride on his face and his eyes like melted silver.
Luna glanced at the window as again the lightening forked through the sky splitting it in two. The storm, she reflected, was the elements urge to collide together just as her body and Draco's had urged to collide together.
A storm was nothing if not nature's oldest dance and perhaps, she mused, as she absently stroked the hair at Draco's nape, it was fitting that she and Draco had participated in man's oldest dance at the same time.