Title: Cinched
Author: Scratches
Date-September 7, 2007
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling, various publishers including but not limited to Bloomsbury Books, Scholastic Books and Raincoast Books, and Warner Bros., Inc. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended
Pairings: Draco/Luna
Rated- PG?
A/N- -dives and hides- sorry for the wait.. if I have any readers that keep coming. Just remember that reviews make my day, no matter how horrid they are
--Cinched--
The invitation to the wedding of one Harry James Potter and Pansy Paige Parkinson had been a complete surprise to this alumnus of the Ravenclaw house. No one had once thought that the strange relationship between the two brunettes would have ever worked. At least twice a week they would blow something up at Grimmauled Place, so much so, that the Muggles had started to notice.
Luna smiled as she looked in the mirror, twirling a strand of hip length hair around her wand. Her clear eyes moved across her bare torso to evaluate what she had there. After graduating Hogwarts a little over a year ago, Luna had changed ever so slightly. Her hips widened, her waist cinched inward, and her bust well.. her bust busted. She wasn't nearly as busty as Pansy, and maybe that was why Harry's intentions had traveled from Ginny, to Luna, and then to Pansy while they all attended Hogwarts for their last year to get their magical degrees.
"I just don't know." She looked over her shoulder to the wizard lying atop of her bed. "There isn't anything that I'm happy with in my wardrobe."
"Nothing suitable for a wedding, you mean?" He lifted a sliver brow over the magazine he was reading.
"Exactly." She sighed and turned around, looking over her shoulder at her bare back. "I wish I could go just like this, Draco."
His smile turned up at the corners, "As much as I wish that could happen, I don't believe I would allow it. There will be seedy old men there preying upon you with their perverted eyes."
She whipped around and smiled at him. "You are a genius."
"I know."
"I'll be right back." The eccentric Ravenclaw moved towards the door of the room, twisted the knob and walked calmly down the hall the one of the many rooms that held the Malfoy assets that Draco had manage to save from an estate sale. She whipped the door open quickly. Just as fast as the door opening, her nose twitched and she sneezed as the dust aggravated her nasal passage. "Oh goodness." She smiled and moved, her hair swaying around her, he back straight, and a smile set upon her face. "This," she opened a trunk, "is," she rummaged around inside of it, "exactly," Luna caught hold of something, "what," she tugged on the hard object, "I," she tugged a little harder, "need." One final tug and she was holding the garment in her hands like a prize.
"I didn't realize that it was going to hurt so much." Luna stated in one quick breath as she looked at the old cream coloured corset in the mirror.
"I think it might be magically binding you."
"Do you think so?"
"Yes, Luna I do."
"I must try a different one, Draco. I can't quite breathe."