A/N: Hello!! I have been working on this one with my best friend and it's ready for the public eye! I hope you enjoy and please leave your comments! Thank you!
Summary: Luna had received a letter from Hagrid stating that Bane one of leading centaurs was hurt and needed help. She came to help Bane, when she came to help him she found that they had a man prisoner in a large cage in their village. She healed Bane and in return she asked for Bane to let the man go. He agreed stating he had killed a centaur and shouldn't be trusted. Luna has brought him back to her home in London.
Chapter 1
Taken Care Of
Cormac didn't know what to do when he was brought out of the carriage and taken back to this woman's house. He knew her from Hogwarts but never really spoke with her. Now this strange woman is starting a shower and helping him in. After three years of wearing no clothing he has become used to people seeing him naked.
"I'm sorry to keep touching you as you have no clothing, but do you need help bathing?" As she says this Luna can begin feeling her face start to flush that evil scarlet color that gives her away.
"I think I can handle it. If I need help I will call for you. Thank you." Having not spoke in three years his harsh neglected voice sounds foreign.
Hearing him speak for the first time Luna looks as surprised as he is "Well good, I will be in the next room listening for you. May I know your name your name?" Luna not wanting to push him too far seeing as she can not fathome know how long he had been in the cage.
"Cormac McLaggen" He whispers seeming almost ashamed.
"Oh!" Being shaken to hear that it is Cormac she raises her brow. He had dated Hermione in school.
"Well Cormac you enjoy your shower and I will gather you some clothing." She turns walking away from him.
Luna, places a heating spell on the faucet so Cormac can take as long of a shower as needed without it getting cold. She gathers some men's clothing she has from when she had some friends staying over night.
Cormac feels relieved when he steps out of the shower. He can actually see he color of his skin and it might be bruised and cut up, but it's still his. As he wipes the steam from the mirror he sees his reflection. His beard and hair long making him barely recognizes himself. He looks down at the sink and it looks like she had left him scissors and shaving materials. He doesn't know how to use either. Deciding that can wait he searches for something to dry himself with, without any luck.
Luna hearing the door open takes a sharp breath, oh no I forgot the towels! As she turns she has to bite her cheek to stop from squeaking at the sight of what she thinks to be a beautiful man. Her eyes travel down his body in shocking amusement due to his rather toned physic considering he was only moments ago a dirtied prisoner.
She sees him eye the towels on the bed "C-Cormac, you found the towels. Good." Flushing and looking down at the floor she did not want to bring up the bruises and perhaps the fact that she her staring at his nakedness is obvious.
"I have set out clothing for you. I also set out scissors and shaving material." Looking up she cocks her head slightly as she says this.
Cormac grabbing a towel looking down embarrassed growls annoyed, "I don't know how to shave or cut my hair."
He says this quick and quietly.
"I can help you. If you don't mind." She walks towards him trying to make eye contact. Looking up he nods then walks back into the bathroom.
Luna had cut his hair short and evenly like what he used to wear in school. She starts to put his shaving cream on his beard and she finally gets the eye contact she was looking for. Freezing in place staring into his eyes she notices the most beautiful mix of sorrowful dark mossy green giving way to a strong glittering gold before falling into the black pit of the iris. As she realizes that she's staring she begins to flush that awful tell all scarlet and look down.
"You have the most beautiful eyes I have ever seen." Cormac broke the silence stating what she had been thinking.
"I've told you my name, what would yours be? I remember your face but after three years in the cage my memory has faded." He says this in almost a bitter grimace.
"Luna Lovegood." She says this to the pale bathroom floor tile hiding her scarlet cheeks.
"Luna, yes I remember. You were kind of crazy in school." He whistles, twirling his finger by his temple.
"You were rather rude in school yourself." She says this with gumption and a slight huff thinking, If any remark can take away a blush it is that one.
She lifts the sharp razor to his skin so he couldn't talk back. She smirks at his cute huff of disapproval at her subtle threat.
"But that is all behind us," she pauses to position his head upward to get is neck. "I don't think any of that matters now."
Finishing she wipes his face down with a nearby hand towel. "Well would you look at that, there is a man under all that hair." She playfully giggles at him as he looks at himself in the mirror.
"Thank you Luna." Turning and grabbing her gently by the face he looks deep into her eyes. Luna's stomach flutters. "For everything thank you." Luna is frozen in place again. She can't l seem to make herself move or speak. What is wrong with me? She thinks to herself he's so handsome and his eyes are so kind. This is not the Cormac I knew.
Making her stiff brings him to the reality that he shouldn't have touched her, he drops his hands letting them fall to his sides, "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have done that."
"No it's fine. You can touch me if you would like." Luna says this without thinking and quickly moves to the kitchen after the realization of their possible implications set in.
"You are probably very hungry. I'll make some food for us. Get dressed and meet me downstairs."
Picking up the plain cotton shirt and worn jeans he stares at them with annoyed presumptions, Why does Luna have men's clothing? Is she possibly with someone? Another man? The thought causes Cormac to brood jealously.
Squinting at himself in Luna's full length mirror alongside the wall, Cormac even if she is seeing someone you can not control that. She's not yours yet. Yet. He shakes his head to clear the thought away and push it the back of his mind, but not completely leaving him.
"Finally, I had dinner ready almost fifteen minutes ago." Luna playfully jabs at the now fully dressed man coming down the stairs.
As he pads towards her Luna begins to wonder why she hadn't even begun to think about turning him into the ministry. Bane did say he had killed a cenataur and normally that would bother her but for some reason it's not bugging her.
They eat in silence but it isn't awkward. Cormac eats so quickly that Luna wonders if he would eat his fork and plate with the food. The thought makes her giggle prompting Cormac to raise an eyebrow at her.
"What's so funny dear?" Cormac taunts with a smirk on his face. Luna feels like she is going to pass out, her stomach won't stop fluttering.
Dear? He called me dear? ...Wait why do I care?
"I was thinking that if you ate your dinner any faster you might eat your spoon and plate along with it, darlingshe raises her eyebrow in return ready for his typical cocky response.
"Well, love, what can I say? Your cooking is so good I can't help myself."
Why is he being so playful? Its kind of attractive... wait I shouldn't have these types of feelings for a centaur killer! If he is a centaur killer...
"Why did you kill a centaur?" Luna demands without even realizing the question was out of her mouth, "I mean that's why you were captured right?"
"Yes," Cormac looks like he's being tortured remembering the situation " but I didn't kill the centaur. After the battle of Hogwarts, I ran after some death eaters. They ran into the forest and a centaur came and ran beside me to help. One of the death eaters turned and wounded him. I ran to his side and lit the area with my wand so people could come help. But when Bane had gotten to me the centaur was dead and I was the one left with the wand. He thought I killed him, but I didn't."
Luna feels he isn't a bad person deep down but that story solidifies that.
"Okay, that's very good to know, now are you finished with your dinner?" She knew not to pry any further.
Cormac, glazing over the now cleaning Luna, wonders where her comment had come from. One minute they were flirting and the next barging through the last three unpleasant years of his life. But as he looks at her he can see that's how she is made to be.
As if to prove himself right he rakes his eyes over her assessing every detail. This morning in the woods she had worn galoshes, ripped jeans, and a coat that hung on her like a wet potato sack, yet now here she stands barefoot with shorts and a tank top that can be found clinging to every curve each time her sweeping cardigan billows as she floats about the kitchen.
Feeling very tired after the days events Luna states, "I only have one bed in the house so you can sleep with me tonight. If you're okay with that?" She looks down knowing her scarlet cheeks are giving her away again.
"Yes dear, I would love that."
