A/N: Hey readers! As I said in the summary, this story is a little intense. It starts off really dark, but it will lighten up once the romance kicks in. With that said, I hope you guys enjoy the story. P.S. Luna and Draco may seem a bit OOC.

Chapter 1

The scene outside the window is gloomy and depressing. Rain falls onto a perfectly cared for lawn, quenching the thirst of the rainbow of beautiful flowers in the garden. The trees sway in the wind and leaves that have fallen from their branches are cluttered along the white picket fence. Normally this scene would have calmed the woman who looked out the window. She would have been out there dancing and twirling, swaying with the trees. Now, she looked out with dead, wide eyes that had once held so much curiosity and joy. They used to shine a brilliant blue, radiating wonder about the world around her. The eyes that looked out now were dull and scarred.

A loud crack echoes across the lawn and a man appears at the end of the cement walkway. The woman jumped up and quickly started serving dinner. He likes it to be warm and served by the time he walks in the door. She worked quickly, listening to his footsteps making their way to the front door. A jingle of keys signifies that he is pulling them out of his pocket. She moves faster, placing his fixed plate on the dining room table and rushing to serve herself. Her plate is served and on the table just as she hears the key in the door. Luckily, he opens the door just as she places a bottle of his favorite wine on the table and she rushes over to greet him.

"Hello sweetie how was work?" she asks as she takes his coat and hangs it on the coat rack.

He looks her up and down and she holds her breath. Her hands are folded in front of her, against her midnight blue dress. The dress is tight fitting, with one inch straps and a low neckline. It flows just above her knees and she sports some simple black heels. Slowly, he walks towards her and grabs her by the waist. A grin creeps across his handsome face. She lets out the breath she had been holding...he approves.

"Hey babe, you look great," he leans down and greedily kisses her.

Luna stiffens a bit, unwillingly kissing him back. His hands travel down her body and she inwardly grimaces. She slowly, very carefully pulls away and gives him a fake sexy smile.

"Sweetie, I made your favorite for dinner and I bought your favorite wine. We should probably start eating before the dinner gets cold and the wine gets warm."

He looks at her, eyes heavy with lust and glances at the table. With one last kiss he lets go of her waist and sits in his chair at the head of the table. His name is Rolf Scamander. He has dark brown hair and stunning brown eyes. He is very well built; with muscular arms and tight abs. Any woman would die to have him. Luna Lovegood wishes she never met him. She met him a few months ago in an antique shop in Diagon Alley. He had been so sweet to her and so charming. He showed interest in her speculations of the home of the crumple horned snorkacks and her other creatures. From that day forward they started dating. Before Luna knew it she had fallen in love, or what she thought was love. He was sweet, smart, and kind. When he asked her to move in with him after three months of dating she happily agreed. Many of her friends told her that she was moving a bit too fast, but she didn't listen. She was won over by his kindness and was happy to have someone care about her again. He is a very successful businessman, and he would always shower her with gifts and flowers for no reason. Life seemed perfect.

It all started a few weeks after she moved in with him. He had come home from a bad day at work and she didn't have dinner ready. She had lost track of time when she was visiting with Ginny and Harry. When he walked through the door she was breading the chicken in the kitchen.

"Hello darling! Sorry that I don't have dinner ready. I came back late from Ginny and Harry's. It will be ready soon though!" she called back to him.

He moved quickly and quietly. She didn't even notice that he had entered the kitchen until he grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away from the counter. A cry of pain escaped her lips as he pulled her head up to his and looked her in the face. His eyes were no longer the kind brown she loved to look at. The eyes that stared at her were crazed and angry. She looked at him with eyes full of fear.

"I don't ever...ever...want to come home to an empty table again. Do you hear me? When I come home I expect to see a freshly made dinner on the table and you at the door to greet me. Do you understand?" he pulled her hair back to emphasize the last statement. Luna winced with pain and slowly nodded. He let go of her hair and his eyes changed. They were once again that warm brown she fell in love with. He smiled down at her apologetically and smoothed her hair with his hands.

"I'm sorry about that. I had a bad day at work and I didn't mean to take it out on you. I was just really looking forward to dinner so when I saw that it wasn't ready something snapped. I promise that it won't happen again. Luna, I love you so much. I don't ever want to hurt you."

Like a fool she fell for it. She told herself that it was just a one time thing. She told herself that it would never happen again and that he really was sorry about what he had done. It really was her fault. She shouldn't have lost track of the time. She should have had dinner ready for him. He does work hard to make the money that supports her. The least she could do is have dinner ready for him when he gets home. Unfortunately, that wasn't the last time he hurt her. It got worse with each mistake she made. The week following the first incident she accidentally shrunk his favorite work shirt. This earned her a hit to the face and bruised wrists. Two weeks after that she forgot to buy his favorite wine for dinner and that night she lay awake with an aching back from when he threw her against the wall. He was smart though. He never hit her on areas of her body that people could see. Especially if he knew that she would be going out in public soon. The times when he bruised her face or arms he would make her stay home until they cleared up. However, if he ever lost his temper and bruised her face when she had to go out the next day he made her perform a concealing charm to hide it.

Luna tried to escape the second time he abused her. She was packing up her things when he caught her by surprise and opened the bedroom door. He had decided to come home for lunch. She stood there frozen in fear. He looked at the half filled suitcase and then raised his head to look at her. Crazed brown eyes stared at her. He strode into the room and grabbed her by the hair, throwing her to the ground. With a swift kick to the stomach he knocked all of the air out of her. She gasped out, and he kicked her again. As she struggled to breathe he knelt down and brought her face to his.

"Don't even think about leaving me you bitch. I will track you down and kill you."

He then got up and left. She laid there and cried. Not from the pain but because of her situation. How could he do this to her? She had thought that he loved her. She had thought that she had met another great man, the man that she was going to spend the rest of her life with. It was a thought that once made her smile. Now, it made her dread the years to come.

"You really outdid yourself babe. This is delicious."

His comment brought her out of her reverie. Luckily, he was used to her daydreaming. She smiled at him, said thank you, and poured him another glass of wine. He talked about his day at work as they ate. She laughed at the appropriate moments and listened intently. As the dinner progressed she noticed that he kept glancing at her cleavage and looking her up and down. She knew what this meant. It happened almost every Friday. She knew what to do.

They finished their dinner and Luna gathered all of the dishes, taking them to the sink. She started to wash them when Rolf came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her, nuzzling his face into the crook of her neck.

"Luna, don't bother washing the dishes now. What do you say we go to bed and have a little fun?" As he said this he placed a few kisses on her neck.

Luna tensed up, but he didn't notice. She inwardly sighed and said in her best forced sexy voice, "You are so naughty."

He reached over, turned off the water, and led her up the stairs. As they walked up Luna ran through the usual plan in her head. He closed the door behind them and immediately grabbed her, roughly kissing her. She went along with it for a few minutes, breaking the kiss when his hand started straying up her dress.

"Why don't we take this to the bed," she said as she ran a finger down his chest to make sure he didn't become angry.

With the wine clouding his usually sharp mind he smiled and walked towards the bed while taking off his shirt. Luna hurriedly walked over to her nightstand and put on the chapstick that was purposely placed there. She nervously sat on the bed next to him and he lunged at her. His lips hungrily kissed her, his hands holding her head to him. She kissed him back, impatiently waiting for her plan to work. Her heart leapt with relief as his hand stopped just above her breast. He stopped kissing her and his face became filled with confusion. Suddenly, his eyes rolled back and he passed out on his side of the bed. Luna looked down at him in disgust and relief. She swung her legs off the bed and sat there looking at the chapstick. It is a special kind of chapstick that she made herself. After Rolf had threatened to kill her if she ever left him Luna started to plan. She knew that if she was going to be forced to live with him that he would eventually want something more from her. After hours of research she found a recipe in a woman's self defense book for a chapstick that will knock out the other person in question within thirty seconds. It has no effect on her as long as she is the first one to use it. After that, it only affects others.

Luna stood up, picked out a random nightshirt, and went to the bathroom to change. Once she had changed and had brushed her teeth she carefully laid on her side of the bed. She lay as far away from him as she could, hugging the blanket against her chest. Soon the emotional exhaustion of another day with Rolf took over her body and she fell asleep thinking of grey eyes.

The next day Luna and Rolf were at Diagon Alley, browsing in the shops after having had their Sunday lunch at the Three Broomsticks. They were in the furniture store when Rolf received a call from work. He excused himself, saying that the call might take a while. Luna gave him a quick kiss that he expected and smiled at him until he was out of sight. The fake smile then left her face and she occupied herself by examining a lovely glass vase.

"Luna?" an incredulous voice said behind her.

Luna turned around and looked up at the man she never thought she would see again. It was the man who stole her heart three years ago and the man who she still dreamed about. Steel gray eyes looked at her. His hair was in the usual side sweep style that she had loved.

"Draco?" she breathed.