Chapter Two: "Love me; love me that's all I ask for"

A/N: A friend of mine was so kind to let me know that yes Luna is a Pure blood. Well I thank her for that! I also wanted to give a shout out to Meganlovesjb her hauntingly amazing story "Beautiful Beast" is what inspired me to write again. If you enjoy Beauty and the Beast you should check her story out.

Also I cannot always promise that updates will be this fast but I promise I will try. I am currently an EMT-B student which requires a total of 10 hours of class a week, 5 hours of homework and 2 hours of tests also next month I will be doing my ride alongs but I have high hopes for this story so I will update as much as possible

At any rate I have rambled enough, now on to chapter two

We landed at the gates of a large Manor. A cold, black steel set of gates stood before us. Malfoy wasted no time dragging me through them and up the drive. I looked at the lush green lawn that ran along the driveway. It was manicured and well kept. The house that stood before us was large; its pointed grey roof seemed dull against the bright colors of the setting sun. I looked over the full house wondering if he lived her alone. I could hardly imagine him still living with his parents.

Malfoy pushed through the front door and yelled out, "Abigail!" As we can come through the entrance of the house I had been looking at our hands, amazed by the contrast. His pale hands were clean and well kept, his nails short and the skin soft. My hands were dirty, my nails were jagged and the undersides filled with dirt. My hands were callused from the year in the forest. The only thing that was similar about the two was the new scar from the vow.

I broke my eyes away from our hands and looked up at the entrance hall. The place was well kept with a dark black and emerald theme. I had never been in such an extravagant looking place, now such a place was my prison. I watched a small mousy woman come running through a side door. She was dressed in servants' robes and her brown hair was pulled back in a low pony tail. She was defiantly someone that you would call "plain"

I was brought back to the present when I heard Malfoy's voice. "This is Luna" He tucked a dirty strand of my blonde hair behind my ear. "She is now mine." I couldn't help but notice that this phrase seemed to not even faze the young woman. "Now I am already late but I must take care of some things with her quickly then I must be off to the celebration. We shall be in my study and we shall not be disturbed until I call for you. In the meantime draw a bath find her some suitable clothing and start some supper for her." With that I was dragged from the room and up a flight of stairs.

We went up the stairs and down a hall before turning down another hall. I became dizzy and lost very quickly. Finally Malfoy opened a door and we walked into what I was guessing was his study. A large cherry wood desk sat in front of large picture window. The walls were a dark almost black wood and the carpet was thick and green. Malfoy pretty much threw me into a chair at his desk before he came to sit behind it. He interlaced his fingers and sat looking at me for a minute. It was at that time I got a good chance to look at him.. His hair was still its platinum blonde color but he no longer slicked it back. Instead his chin length hair simply hung around his face framing his sharp jawline and clean shaven face. He was dressed simply in black dress robes very similar to what Snape used to wear. He reached his hand to try and take mine so I pulled my hand away. Malfoy sighed and pushed his chair back before standing up. He turned his back to me looking out the window.

"You now belong to be Luna, wither you like it or not." He said "You volunteered for this. I want you to always remember that. You could have gone on your merry way and let this be Granger but you didn't. I assure you she is safe. Golye will send post when he has returned. She will have a good life in America. They care not about blood there and with her brains she will do very well." He turned back and faced me. He slowly walked over and behind me. He placed his hands on my shoulders. "There is only a few things I want from you Luna obey me I won't ask you to do much but when I do you must listen. But above this I want something else" He leaned down and whispered into my ear "Love me Luna. I have loved you for years and I want nothing much but the same in return." He swept my hair over my shoulder and I shuttered.

He stood up straight sighing again before he reached into his robes pulling out his wand. He placed the tip of his wand around my throat and muttered something. I felt something appear around my neck and I reached up to touch it. It was a velvet collar about an inch thick with a ring hanging from the center. "This marks you as mine. It cannot be removed ever it will not get wet so do not worry about that."

Malfoy returned to sit at his desk. "Now let us simply go over the rules. You are to use no magic, you will have no wand but I see you have been living without one anyway. Every morning you are to rise, dress and join me for breakfast unless otherwise specified. You bathe every day. Make-up is your choice but you are to keep your hair long and your nails well kept. Anything you need you can ask for. You may only call me Sir, Master or Draco. You are to never call me Malfoy. To begin with you may not leave your room. If you are good you will get privileges. You will speak when spoken to, and you will obey me at all times. Am I clear?"

He looked at me with his dark eyes and I started right back shooting daggers at him. He stood up and walked behind me before grabbing my hair and pulling my head back. My tangled hair was caught in his fingers and tears sprang to my eyes. "Yes" I said meekly

Malfoy pulled harder saying, "What was that? Answer me properly"

"Yes…Sir" I cried and Malfoy let go.

He straightened out his robes and called out the door for Abigail. He turned to me and said, "I have no doubt that I will be tired tomorrow from the festivities. So you do not have to worry about joining me for breakfast. You will be brought your food to your room" and with that he was gone.

I reached up again to touch my collar before I heard Abigail enter the room. She didn't say anything simply lead me though the Manor and to a large room. There was a king sized four-poster bed. The room was large. A fireplace sat between two black doors. On either side of the bed sat black side tables both topped with lamps. The walls where white and the floor was black marble.

I looked at the floor thinking about how cold that floor must be. Almost if she read my mind Abigail said, "Its enchanted you never have to worry about it being cold. Now if you will please strip. The bathroom is through the first door, the second door is your closet. There is not much in there at the moment but there will be more tomorrow. I must go check the soup but I will be back." She left though the door and the lock clicked before I heard the sound of her footsteps fading.

I pulled of my shoes and my dirty clothes allowing them to simply fall on the floor. I sighed and entered the bathroom door. The bathroom was white with white marble floor. There was a double sink vanity, and a separate side room with a toilet. The bathtub was huge, roughly the size of a 6 person hot tub and deep enough that when I sat in it I was sure I could not see over the side. The whole room was filled with steam from the hot bath.

I dipped by toe in the water before slipping fully in. I rested my head back on the built in pillow and closed my eyes. I couldn't help but feel every muscle in my body relax. I couldn't remember the last time I had a bath especially a hot one. Hermione and I bathed in the rivers or sponge bathed using lukewarm water from the stove. I slipped my head under the water allowing my hearing to be muffled and let out my breath. How easily would it be to simply kill myself? Just not come up for air but then I thought about Hermione. Would he go back on his word since I was no longer there to serve him? Would he go get Hermione and turn her in for the reward or worse make her take my place?

My thoughts were interrupted by a sharp knock on the door. I pulled my head above the water just in time to hear Abigail say, "Your clothing is set on the bed, your soup is on the side table. If you need anything there is a bell in the drawer of your side table. Simply ring it and I will be here."

Before I could respond I heard the door to my room shut and lock again. I sighed and decided to start cleaning myself. There was a small shelf within reach of the tub filled with expensive looking bottles of shampoo, conditioner and soap. I picked out several bottles and shampooed my hair, washed my body and conditioned. I scrubbed under my nails and shaved my legs. By the time I pulled myself out of the warm bath, the water was so dirty it had turned grey. I wrapped myself in a thick fluffy towel and pressed the drain button on the tub.

I entered my room noticing that now it was dark and my old clothing on the floor was gone. I walked over to the bed. It was covered in a silk comforter and more pillows then I had ever seen in my life. I noticed an ankle length silk nightgown sitting on the bed. I touched the soft fabric and let out another sigh. It was then I noticed the soup. I climbed into bed and grabbed the bowl ignoring the spoon I drank it straight down. I had been so hungry and the soup easily filled me up.

I then placed the bowl on the side table, stood dried my body with the towel and pulled on the silk night gown. I noticed one of the walls was all windows In the middle of this wall sat a vanity. I walked over finding a hair brush. I sat in the chair and slowly brushed my tangled hair as I looked out the window. Darkness had completely fallen but the moon was full and bright in the sky. The window overlooked the front of the house. I noticed in the corner of the lawn there was a garden with a small water fall which filled into a small pound. A few white ducks sat on the surface of the water.

I was watching the ducks when I saw the first reflection in the water of a bright explosion. I looked up and noticed fireworks streaking across the sky. One firework wrote out the words "The boy-who-lived is dead!" Another quickly followed with "We have won!" Tears threated to spill from my eyes as the scene of Harry's last moments was projected into the sky. I tossed the brush down onto the vanity and yanked the curtains closed. I crawled into bed as hot tears spilled down my cheeks. I clicked off the light thinking I would not be able to sleep but my tears quickly subsided and I slipped into a deep dreamless sleep like I had not had in a very long time.