Spanked

The scenery whizzed by as the Hogwarts Express made its way along the track. Draco sat in a compartment beside Crabbe. Pansy and Blaise sat opposite him and Blaise was regaling them with his holiday activities. Draco wasn't really listening, he was too aware of the bubbling of his blood. Returning to Hogwarts meant returning to her.

Luna Lovegood.

His secret lover.

His secret desire.

He'd missed her over the holidays in a way Draco hadn't imagined. In fact, he'd missed her so much, burnt for her so badly he had contemplated sending her an owl to meet up with him or just appearing on her door step. Luna wouldn't have sent him away.

At least Draco didn't think she would. She hadn't owled him either and Luna wasn't exactly backwards in coming forwards. If she had wanted to see him wouldn't she had let him know? Draco experienced a twinge of uneasiness at the thought of Luna's desire for him having waned since they had been apart. Draco wasn't sure what he would do if she didn't want him anymore.

As if his thoughts had conjured her, Draco saw her reflection in the window as she stopped at his table. His breath lodged in his throat and Draco swallowed thickly. She looked quite prim and proper in the pink jacket, her hair pulled into a ponytail cascaded down over her breast and she wore those glasses; those stupid bloody glasses which had the ability to drive him to distraction.

Slowly, Draco turned to look at her. She hugged a few copies of The Quibbler to her chest.

"What do you want, Loony?" Crabbe demanded.

Luna pushed the spectrespecs up to her head and held out a magazine to him. "Quibbler, Draco?"

"Why the hell would he want a copy of that rag?" Pansy asked incredulously.

"There's a very interesting article in this month's issue about Freshwater Plimpies."

Draco's heart beat began to increase and his blood rushed faster. She would not be here, wearing those glasses and talking about imaginary creatures if she didn't want him. She knew the effect her oddities had on him. She was affecting him already.

"If I take it, will you go away?" Draco asked thickly.

Luna smiled sweetly and nodded. "Yes, I have to find Harry anyway." Her eyes met his. "Have you seen him?"

Draco's jealousy flared and his body hardened. Luna knew what she was doing, and he knew what she wanted from him. She must have missed him as much as he missed her if she was seeking him out already.

"No I haven't seen Potter. Hopefully he's stranded on the platform at Kings Cross Station," Draco snapped.

Luna rolled her shoulders in a shrug and placed a copy of The Quibbler on the table in front of him before drifting off. "See you around, Draco."

"That is one strange girl," Blaise commented, watching her retreating back.

"You don't have to tell me," Draco muttered getting to his feet.

"Where are you going?" Blaise asked.

"I'm going for a pee, is that okay with you?" Draco demanded.

Blaise grinned. "Pee away my man. Pee away."

Pansy and Crabbe stared to laugh and Draco rolled his eyes, swiftly following Luna. She hadn't gone very far, as Draco had suspected, she was at the top of the corridor outside the toilets talking to two boys. Draco had no idea who they were, but their incredulous expressions as Luna talked and tried to shove copies of The Quibbler into their hands made him grin.

Draco sent a quick glance at the boys toilets and saw that it was vacant. He turned to the boys. "If I were you I'd just take the magazine and get out of here. She won't shut up if you don't. She's a lunatic."

The boys looked relieved at Draco's intervention and scurried off. Draco opened the door to the toilets and Luna slipped passed him. Draco locked the door with the latch and cast a locking spell to be safe.

He plucked the glasses off her head and put them to one side to ensure they didn't break and she placed the remaining copies of The Quibbler on the countertop next to the sink where the mirror above it flashed with the slanting sunlight coming through the partially drawn blinds.

"That was a bit of a dirty trick you just pulled."

Luna's eyes met his. "It got your attention, didn't it?"

"It did."

An impish smiled curled her lips. "It was still rather naughty of me though. Wouldn't you say, Draco?"

"Oh yes." He smirked, a hot flush warming his entire body. "It was very naughty." He reached for her, drawing her close and pressed his lips to hers. It had been so long, too long since he had last kissed her.

Luna's arms twined around his neck, her lips parting, encouraging his to do likewise. She let out a little moan when his tongue rubbed slowly over hers. He kissed her harder, deeper, trying to show her how much he had missed her, how much he had yearned for her. She pressed up against him, holding him tighter, trying to pull him even closer. Her chest expanded and she was forced to break the kiss to breathe.

Draco rested his forehead against hers. "You know what happens to naughty Ravenclaws, don't you?"

"Yes," she replied meekly, looking up at him through her lashes. "They get punished."

Draco's breath caught, his mind spinning as his entire body surged towards her. This was a very interesting kink of hers. Draco had no idea where it came from, should she want him to know Luna would tell him in her own time, for now Draco was just happy he got to be a part of it.

He popped the buttons on her jacket, hanging it on the hook behind the door. Leaning forward he captured her lips again. It was good. It was right. It was fire. It was need. Draco thought he might just shatter apart from her kiss alone.

Luna gripped him tightly, desperate and greedy for more.

She wore a pale pink blouse beneath her jacket and Draco undid the first few button, just enough to open out across her chest. He stroked the soft skin of her chest, dipping his head to nuzzle her neck and draw her pulse between his lips.

Her fingers curled into his hair as she tipped her head back with a soft sound of pleasure.

His arms slid around her, hands resting at the base of her spine. He brushed his lips across hers again. "Can you do something about your hair? Can you pull it back out of the way?"

She blinked mistily at him. "Yes. If you like." Arms lifting, Luna pulled her hair back as Draco pressed a soft kiss to the valley between her breasts and unbuttoned her skirt. He squatted at her feet to drawn her skirt and her underwear down her legs, holding her steady for her to step out of them. She took them from him and placed them on the counter atop the remaining copies of The Quibbler.

His fingers touched lightly to her neck, a soft gesture of reassurance even though she knew she was safe with him and then Draco angled her across the countertop. They had often ran the risk of getting caught but the thrill of that had waned for Draco, he couldn't bare the thought of anyone else ever seeing Luna the way he did. To that end, he cast a silencing charm. She was watching him in the mirror, but she didn't comment.

Draco set his wand beside the sink in case he needed it. His eyes found hers in the mirror, noting the flare of quicksilver as his hand ran over her behind, his fingers rubbing in slow circles, testing the pliancy of her skin. She had the most beautiful skin; soft and smooth it put the finest silk to shame.

He pushed her thighs apart, stroking the inside skin for a moment before letting his hand come down on the tender backs of her thighs. His first strike took her by surprise even though she had been waiting for it, he could tell by the way she jumped and flinched.

The smacks must have stung, her thighs were turning red, but she held his eyes in the mirror, her pupils dilating as she bit down on her lower lip to keep from crying out in spite of the silencing spell.

When his hand connected abruptly with her untouched behind, a sharp cry escaped her.

Draco smiled at the sound and ran his fingertips only over the backs of her thighs, knowing she would feel the light, teasing touch more powerfully. She quivered, and he could see the hard points of her nipples straining against the soft cotton of her bra.

He gave her other cheek a stinging slap, tempering his arm, always worried he might hit her too hard. Hurting her was the last thing Draco wanted to do. It was always about finding the right balance between discomfort (never pain) and her pleasure; his own pleasure heightened at the control she allowed him. Draco counted in his head as his palm collided with the soft rounded globes of her behind. He'd learnt her tolerance some time ago, he knew not to hit the same spot consecutively, he knew what his girl wanted and needed from him.

When his fingers followed the curve of her behind, dipping into the wetness between her legs, spreading her apart; desire shivered down her spine, spreading out like heat inside her. In the mirror Luna could see the awareness in Draco's eyes, she could see the way his jaw clenched and his face darkened with the same wanting spiraling inside her.

A gasp left her when his fingers slid into her. His free hand held her hip firmly, ensuring she had no way to find the friction she craved. He let his fingers slip out of her, pushing his thumb into her instead, and allowing his fingers to slide between her legs, teasingly searching for the hard bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs.

She was panting, her eyes wild. "Draco . . ." Her face contorted, when he touched her and she shook under his hands.

He kissed her neck, those stupid radish earring rasping against his cheek and Draco realised he was panting too.

Unzipping his trousers, Draco freed himself and moved around behind her. She winced a little when he cupped her behind, kneading the tender flesh softly, red and warmed under his hands. He spread her legs further apart, brushing himself lightly against her, a soft moan catching in his throat.

Luna trembled as she eagerly pushed her hips back; searching for him.

Draco held her steady with one hand and himself with the other. Their eyes met in the mirror. "Go on. Take it," he encouraged.

Luna pushed back, feeling the head of him breaching her, filling her inch by inch. Her cry of pleasure was echoed by his and Draco's fingers dug reflexively into her hips as he gasped for breath.

She shuddered, twisting her hips as she drove herself back on him, her behind snuggled up against his abdomen. Draco held her against him as he struggled for control.

There was no real time to get himself under control, Luna was just as desperate as he was, and she moved, her hips driving back against him, taking him inside her again and again, tightening her abdominal muscles to squeeze his cock until he was lightheaded and struggling to breathe; his own hips moving to meet her, groaning panting pleasure bouncing off the four walls making Draco glad he had cast the necessary spells.

His eyes met hers again and Draco convulsed in pleasure, spilling himself inside her. She came with him as he pressed down on the sensitive bundle of nerves between her legs, crying out her release, her eyes widening and flaring like heated silver.

The tension left her upper body and Luna rested against the counter, tendrils of dirty blonde hair sticking to her face and neck.

Draco softened inside her, his arms circling her waist as he drew her back against his chest, smoothing her hair from her face with gentle hands.

Her voice was softer, breathier than usual when she spoke. "I missed you. Did you miss me?"

The simple honestly of her words made Draco want to respond in kind. He nuzzled her neck, his lips brushing her ear. "Every minute of every day."

She smiled dreamily. "How nice."