*****So many views already, thank you for taking the time to look at my first fic. Reviews, constructive and otherwise would be GREATLY appreciated. This is going to be a long one. Warning, graphic non con in this section. You've been warned. I own nothing, J.K Rowling owns any and all characters.*****
Three weeks after the first attack, the boys agreed that it would be Draco's turn next. They pooled together the names of every girl who matched their requirements and debated amongst themselves over who got who, when, and how. Finally, Malfoy stood up. "I'm going to do some recon around the other common rooms. I feel as though I should know my victim before I just blindly saunter over and take her. I'll be be back around midnight with my decision. Do wait up".
Without another word, Draco swung through the portrait hole and made his way up towards the nearest common room, which was Ravenclaw. Truthfully, it was Hufflepuff, but as far as he was concerned, THAT wasn't an option. He stopped about halfway down the corridor when he heard what sounded like arguing. He followed the sound to the empty potions lab where he heard the voices of Seamus Finnegan and Dean Thomas heatedly discussing something.
"You should have taken her up on it, Seamus. You've been after her for months now. Her and Neville are done, and besides, she never slept with him"
"Are ye barkin? That's exactly why I canna bed her. I respect 'er too much. She 'as morals, and she's been through 'ell. She's a virgin, Dean, I 'afta do right by her. She's not some scanger I can shag and ferget about. I care about the lass"
Draco's heart skipped a beat. He had no idea who the two boys were talking about, but by the way Seamus was talking about her, he knew he had to have this mystery girl. He listened in more intensely now, hoping for a name.
"I know Seamus, but just because you shag a girl doesn't mean you don't respect her. Besides, how do you expect her to know how you feel when you've barely said a word to her since the battle last year?"
"I dunna have a way wit words like you do, Dean. She's different. Not like Lav or Gin or any of the other girls I've been with. She's just so..."
"Strange? Peculiar? Bizarre? Loonie?" Dean interjected.
"No, ya bleedin eejit. Unique. Luna is nuttin if not unique. 'At's what drives me wild about 'er. She doesn't care what anyone tinks of 'er and she 'as no idea how pure, how beautiful she is."
Draco's heart raced as he hurried back to the Slytherin common room. He was eager to tell his friends about his chosen target. Luna Lovegood would be his, and she had no idea he was coming for her.
"Luna Lovegood? Why in Merlin's name would you want that halfwit to carry your child? She's mad, Draco. Not to mention she associates with muggles and even house elves" It took everything in Blaise' power not to spit as he heard the words come out of his mouth. Muggles. Elves. Luna Lovegood.
"Because Blaise. She's a pure-blood. She's beautiful, blonde, and a virgin. If Finnegan wants her this badly there must be a reason why and believe me when I tell you I intend to find out". Truth is Draco had his eye on her since she was brought to the Manor the year before. Something in the way her blank stare transformed itself into agony under torture drove him wild. The way she had looked at him, pleadingly, hoping for some sort of salvation, brought out a hunger in him. He always made sure he was present for at least part of her interrogations, he just never had the go ahead to have at her.
Theo looked up from his book. "It's not a bad choice. She's petite, so she probably won't put up much of a fight. I hear she never has her wand with her either, so it will make her an easy target. I have no interest in her, so why not let Draco have a go?" he slammed his book shut and smiled. " I'm on board. Let us know how it goes. When are you planning to woo the little lunatic?"
"Tonight." And with that, Draco went hunting.
After an hour of searching to no avail, Draco came up with a plan. Leaning against a stone wall beside the room of requirement, he summoned his house elf, Sop who appeared instantly. Avoiding direct eye contact, the elf spoke.
"Yes, Master Draco?"
"Find Luna Lovegood. Tell her that a first year chanced upon a...crumpled...horned...bull...parrot. Or something. Tell her it needs to be properly identified before it can be taken to Hagrid for rehabilitation. Make sure she comes alone, and preferably wandless"
There was a brief pause as Sop made a mental note of everything his young master had just told him, and then a loud crack. Draco sat on the window ledge with nothing to do now but wait for his prey.
Time seemed to be ticking by incredibly slowly, even though Draco's watch told him it had only been 5 minutes. He barely had time to look up when he heard footsteps. There, in nothing but her nightgown, was Luna Lovegood.
"You." was all she was able to muster up the courage to say.
"Me." Draco snarled.
"You let them hurt me, you're not a friend to me." she whipped her head around wildly "There is no creature here, is there?!"
"There is, just not the one you're looking for" Draco managed to close the gap between them and wrap his arm around her tiny waist. Luna writhed in his arms.
"I'll scream!" she said, barely louder then a whisper. Her eyes fixated on the hem of her nightie.
"I'm counting on it" He grabbed her by the back of her neck and roughly pushed her through the door that had appeared before them.
Once inside, the same four poster bed lay undisturbed. Luna stood there, frozen, looking up at Draco through a veil of tears.
"What do you want from me? Your Aunt, your Father, they hurt me. They crucio'ed me, they hit me, they cut me. You let them. You stood there, you SMILED. You're a very bad man, Draco Malfoy" her voice cracked at the sound of his name escaping her lips. Draco remained unfazed, as if he had expected this reaction from her.
"Luna, I smiled because I was in awe of how brave you were. All that pain and you still didn't sell out your friends. It's admirable, really. Not to mention how positively stunning you look when you fight back screams. I get chills just thinking about it." He pulled off his coat the quickly unbuttoned his black silk shirt, never breaking their gaze.
"You're sick. I won't give myself to you if that's what you're after. People might say that I'm mad, but one thing I've never been called is a coward. I'll fight you till my last breath!"
"Luna you have got to stop, you're only turning me on, and I need this to last as long as possible. You should be honored, because tonight, not only am I going to rid you of your virginity, but you are going to conceive one of the first of a long line of Death Eaters. My child, Luna. Our child." Draco's shirt was completely off now, exposing his lean, muscular frame. With one swift movement he spun Luna around and bent her over. He paused briefly and watched a large mirror appear at the other side of the bed. "I want you to watch me fuck the living daylights out of you. I want to see your face when I make you scream"
"Why not just imperio me? Wouldn't that make this whole sick charade that much easier for you?" She spat.
"Because Luna, I want what happens between us to be real. Carnal. I know a small part of you is going to enjoy this. It's human nature. Don't you want to come for me?" He asked the question while running his fingers over the outside of her blue lace panties. She wasn't wet for him, yet, but he would make her. "I'm going to make your first time unforgettable, Luna. I won't even obliviate you afterward. I want you to remember this night for the rest of your life."
"You make me want to vomit, Draco. I will never enjoy this. I'll bite your dick off before I even let you kiss my lips. Don't underestimate me. I truly hate you with every fiber of my being. I will NEVER have your child."
"You don't have a choice, you fucking nitwit. Don't you think we've taken every step possible in ensuring the success of this endeavour? There are too many minds at work here, Lovegood. Believe me when I tell you that you have no alternative. You can either make this fun for me, or fun for both of us. Oh and do put up a good fight." He ran the tip of his wand over her throat "I could have you dead before your body hit the ground. You tell anyone about what happens here tonight, and not only will I kill you, but I'll kill your father, that git Longbottom, Potter, Granger, Finnegan, and anyone else you've ever cared about, and I'll make you watch. So keep your mouth shut about this whole thing, understood? The arrangements have been made. Sometime after graduation you'll be taken to Italy and carefully monitored until the child is born. Afterward, you'll do it again. And again and again and again. Like a brood mare"
Luna carefully considered everything Draco had just said. She closed her eyes and swallowed, and finally spoke again, "Do what you came to do". She reached behind her neck with trembling fingers and fumbled with the string that held up her yellow nightie. Draco stood her up, pressed against her back, and continued to undress her. What he saw did not disappoint him. Her skin was like the pale moonlight she was named for. Her breasts were small and round and pink at the tips. Her stomach was taught and heavily scarred from the weeks of torture she endured at the hands of his fellow Death Eaters. His family. He hooked his middle fingers into the sides of her panties and tugged them off roughly. Beneath them lay a small strip of mossy blonde hair that lead a trail down to her quim, which looked like a beautiful ripened peach. Draco salivated at the thought of tasting her, but knew he wouldn't last long if he did. He satiated himself with running his fingers along her seam, and cupping her left breast with his other hand. The reflection in the mirror had him teetering on the brink of climax, but he managed to contain it. Do what you came here to do, he heard her say in the back of his mind. Draco gave her nipples a hard tug and licked her from her shoulder blade to her cheek, stopping to bite down her neck along the way. To his dismay, she didn't make a sound. He couldn't say he was surprised, he watched her get beaten within an inch of her life without letting out so much as a squeak. She didn't even look at him. It was as if she was there in body, but not in mind. Like she was trying to remember something, but couldn't.
"Say something" he whispered.
Luna looked at Draco's reflection with a cold and hollow stare. After a brief pause she calmly replied, "I'm not in control of this, you are."
Slightly annoyed with her response, Draco became more forceful, taking his hand off her breast and wrapping it around the front of her throat, all the while slipping his fingers into her with increased speed and aggressiveness. Luna let out an involuntary shriek that send sparks through Draco's raging hard on.
"You like it rough." he said, with another deep nip at her throat. Luna was disgusted with herself, but didn't allow it to show on her face."You're not a man, you're a coward. A vile, sniveling coward"
Enraged by Luna's admonition, Draco unzipped his pants and pulled out his swollen, uncut cock, which was throbbing with unbearable force in his hand. He pushed Luna's face down into the mattress and positioned himself at her entrance. "Not a man, am I? I beg to differ, my sweet" Draco slammed into her with all the force he could muster. He continued, never slowing his pace, not even when her blood gushed out onto his length. Luna was now stifling screams with every thrust and it only made Draco more violent, and wild with lust. What seemed like hours to Luna was really much less. She finally let out a blood curdling scream. The pain was just too much.
At the sound of her voice, Draco released. He let his warm seed flood her insides, making sure not to let a single drop escape. "That little scream did me in, love. Glad to know I could be of some enjoyment for you."
"Drop dead you fucking ferret". She spun around and clawed his face, hard.
Draco touched the spot on his cheek that was now growing warm and wet with his own blood and let out a small laugh. "I suppose you're entitled to that. I'll be checking in on you. If you're not up the floo within a month, I'll be back, and I'll just keep coming back until you've fulfilled your purpose"
Luna grabbed Draco's shirt and coat off the floor and threw them at his face. "GET OUT. Leave me be. GET. OUT!"
Without having to be told twice, he threw his unbuttoned shirt over his shoulders and grabbed his wand and coat. He turned one last time to face Luna, who was on her knees holding her night dress against her bare flesh. He let his smokey eyes meet hers. "You're welcome". Those were the last words Draco spoke to Luna that night. After he left, she cried for an hour. When she finished, she regained what little composure she could, dressed haphazardly, and walked out into the corridor, wishing that the whole thing was just a terrible dream. She knew better.
