Dreams and Sewing Machines
Chapter 3
Luna looks at the passing windows vaguely, not paying attention to the displays. Hermione and Ginny's voices are distant and undistinguishable, as if they are speaking an entire new language Luna has yet to learn. They are shopping for dress robes, something that Luna has never particularly enjoyed because her friends always turn down her ideas, she firmly believes that her father was right and yellow brings good luck.
She first sees him when they pass by Flourish and Blotts, a smudge of white blond hair at the corner of her eyes and she tries to tell herself it doesn't mean anything. He "accidently" brushes against her in Gringotts, his fingers finding hers for what she knows is less than an blink but it sends chills up and down her spine and she is sure Ginny doesn't believe her when she says it's the heat that causes her cheeks to pink.
When the trio walks into Madam Malkin's he is pretending to look at the robes on the window, this time both Hermione and Ginny look her way, something she doesn't notice entirely because her eyes land on him the second he reaches her line of vision.
Hermione is confused but Ginny shoves her into the shop before too many questions are asked.
"Draco" her voice is a whisper, and he only hears it because he's been waiting days for it.
Before either of them realizes it, her back is against the brick wall of the alley separating the robe shop from the next and his lips are on hers and her hands are lost on his hair while his are lost on her back, hands cupping the slope of her butt to pull her up against him.
He breaks the kiss first, taking great gulps of air that tickle her face because he rests his forehead against hers.
"I can't get you out of my head" he mumbles and she smiles, her fingers tracing his cheekbone and pushing strands of pale blonde hair away from his eyes.
"I thought there were Wrackspurts around"
He smiles and kisses her again, just a simple tiny kiss that makes her stomach flutter.
"Oh I'm sure my brain being fuzzy can be totally blamed on only you, love"
She looks into his eyes, he feels like she is stripping everything in him raw. It scares him, not only that it seems like she is reading him like Granger reads books, but because he lets her. He can't hide from her, no matter how much he's tried, because he knows, he knows that she is so much more than he deserves, that he's tried to forget about her but only ends up falling deeper and deeper into this twisted love of 'if's' and 'maybe's' and 'this shouldn't be happening's'.
She shouldn't be here, not in this alley or in his arms. She shouldn't be pressed this close to him and kissing him senseless. She shouldn't be in love with this man and his gray eyes that light up just for her, his arms shouldn't feel like the most completely perfect place on earth, and even Luna Lovegood can't come up with a reason as to why they do.
The diamond on her finger catches the light and shines, making her remember just how wrong this is. Why she should push him away, and tell him that this needs to end (but do either of them really want it to?). It tells her that she already made a promise to someone else, someone who doesn't have gray eyes that make her shiver or lips that were made for her, someone who isn't held back by family names or things that happened before.
She wants to take the thing off and hurl it far away, then sink into his arms and forget about everything else.
"I should go" she tells him, catching his lips against hers. Not wanting to leave at all.
He grinds his hips against hers, swallowing her moan "You don't want to" he reminds her.
"Draco" his name coming from her lips makes him grind against her again, his eyes taking every single strand of her hair in because he knows this can be the last time they might.
"Luna" his voice is almost teasing, because he doesn't want her to known that this is a plea, his arms sneaking around her tiny waist to hold her up against him. He doesn't want to let go, not yet (not ever).
"We shouldn't be doing this" she tells him, not dropping her legs from around him or her fingers from his hair. "We shouldn't have let it get this far"
He kisses her skin, his face hidden where her shoulder meets her neck, praying that she understand what every kiss says.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.
The next morning he put honey on his toast and he did not search for her in the crowded hall. It just happened that her hair caught the light and it was impossible to ignore it.
When breakfast was over he left before Crabbe and Goyle, not that he had been spending time with them anyway and took the longest way possible towards Charms and somehow she is at the top of the stairs when he finally reaches the right floor and she is smiling like the fool everyone says she is and he is about to call her out on it, coming up with the most terrible thing he can say when she walks up to him and hands him a small parcel, carefully wrapped in brown paper with a white ribbon.
"Good day" she says, like they have been friends forever and this is a regular encounter.
She smiles again and her lips are pale pink, her eyes are big and blue and inviting. So he leans forward just a bit and kisses her, something that doesn't last more than three seconds, which are too much and not enough and then runs away.
Later that day he opens the package she gave him, and there is a delicate spun sugar-quill inside.
He wonders how she knew it was his favorite.
She is still trying to recover from his kisses when she almost runs into Ginny as she exits the shop, there are a million questions swimming between then and not nearly enough answers.
Luna tries to fix her hair and clean her smudged gloss and looks somewhat presentable; Ginny just stares at her like it is the first time they have ever met.
"I'm here when you want to tell me the whole story" and Luna knows that she will be, that Ginny is amazingly kind and will not judge her no matter how wrong it all is.
"I would however cover that hickey before Rolf asks too much about it" Ginny says, her eyes teasing somewhat while Luna blushes so red she could pass for a Weasley.
I am so sorry it took so long to update this, but my internet has learned to hate me and has barely worked in the last few weeks.
I apologize for any grammatical errors; I'm looking for an available betta if anyone wants to volunteer.
I will do my best to have the next chapter soon, thank you so much for everyone who read and reviewed and please do keep the reviews coming!
GabbyAbby
