Discalimer: I do not own the HP characters, they belong to the great JK Rowling.
Warning: Major M at the end of this chapter.
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Chapter 9 – Bouquet of Lilies
Luna:
Luna sat alone in her hospital room, staring out of the window at the gray sky for two days now. A few days stay had turned into eight to be exact. Hermione wasn't allowing her to go home just yet, said that she still needed to be observed. Her visitors were also limited, two at a time for only thirty minutes every four hours, no overnight visitors. Draco was there every four hours, even through the night. He had even given up a couple of minutes here and there for Ginny and Harry to visit with her. Hermione had been there taking notes several times when she would wake up, asking her the same questions, 'How are you feeling?' and 'Were you dreaming, do you remember any of it?' As always Luna felt the same like she had been on a three day drunk, or had been hit in the head, and she did not remember her dreams.
Looking at the clock on the wall, it was time for her afternoon visitation. She adjusted her self in the bed when she heard her door open. To her surprise the visitor was not Draco.
"Hey there," said Dean Thomas, a large bouquet of lilies in his hand. "How are you feeling?"
Luna sat straight up in the bed; she felt her blood leave her face and her stomach twist in knots. His hair was cut close to his head; he was sporting a thin goatee and a new earring. Dean looked at her with concern in his eyes; he studied her for what felt like forever before she could muster a voice to answer him.
"Better, thank you," she answered as she moved her legs to the side of the bed. "How are you?"
"Okay, keeping busy with quidditch and all that," he said handing the flowers to her. "I got these for you; I know how much you like lilies."
"They're beautiful." She took them from him and breathed in the heady scent of the flowers. "Can you put them in the vase; just throw the old ones out."
She watched Dean as he removed the flowers that Harry had brought her. He turned back to her, and smiled. Luna stood and smiled back at him.
"You haven't changed," he said studying her before embracing her.
Luna felt his arms tight around her, pulling her to him, instinctively she hugged him back.
"Dean, there is something I need to tell you," she said pulling back from him. Taking him by the hand she closed her eyes and moved over to the table underneath the window. She knew this wasn't exactly how she wanted it to go down, but in the back of her mind she knew there would be no easy way around or through this part of it.
"This is more like an apartment than a hospital room," he said as he pulled Luna's chair out for her to sit.
Luna smiled uncomfortably; Draco had insisted that she have the best room, not to mention he used a bit of magic to give it the comforts of home, mostly his home. Tea was always ready on the table, current news lying beside it. A small sofa and a large arm chair with an ottoman were placed vicariously in a corner. Hermione insisted that he tone down the ambiance of a fireplace and use less décor.
"Would you like some tea?" she asked as she poured her self a cup.
"Please."
Luna handed Dean the cup of hot tea and then took a sip of her own.
"Dean, there is something I need to tell you," she started. "I don't ask that you understand it, and you may never want to speak to me again after I tell you."
"Luna-," Dean said but Luna cut him off.
"Please I need to do this; I should have done it a long time ago."
"If it's about Malfoy, I already know," he said placing his cup on the saucer in front of him. "I've known for a long time."
Luna was sure that her expression was one of shock. She could feel the tears forming in her eyes as she looked at Dean. If he had known then why didn't he tell her before now?
"Dean," she said through tears. "I meant to tell you, I went over it in my head, time and time again, but I just couldn't," she stopped as she felt the tears from her eyes stream down her cheeks. "I should have told you, you didn't deserve this."
Dean held up his hand to her. "Listen, Luna," he began, "I won't tell you I wasn't furious, I was. I was hurt, felt betrayed, every emotion under the sun, I felt it. I wanted to cut his head off and put it on a stake in my living room."
Luna felt her eyes grow wide with his vivid words.
"I was hell bent on rescuing you from him, but then one day I followed you, and when I saw you both together, you were happy, happier than I had ever seen you," he stopped and looked at her, she could see the grief in his eyes. "Happier than you had ever been with me and that was something I could not take that away from you, not in a million years." He reached across the small table and took her hand gently in his.
"Dean you have to believe me, I never, never meant to hurt you," said Luna as she laid her other hand on top of his, the hot tears burning her cheeks.
"I know you didn't Luna, you can't help who you fall in love with," he said in a surreal voice. "I won't lie to you; I wish a thousand times over that it was me."
If he could have said anything to make her feel like she should be hanging from the gallows: that was it. She would have felt much better if he had yelled at her that would have been easier to hear. No he had to sit there and tell her that he still loved her, loved her as much as he ever did, and truly saw her happiness.
"Can I ask you something?" he said getting up from his chair moving in front of her and kneeling down.
She nodded her head. He could ask but she wouldn't grantee that she could answer.
"Why him, why Malfoy?"
And that was the one question she wished he hadn't asked. There were a hundred reasons and whys that she had made mental notes of in her head and none of them she really thought that Dean would want to hear, not honestly. The way he made her feel on the inside when she saw him, every time it gave her first crush jitters. The way he was so full of himself that it made her want to slap that smug look off his face. His sarcastic demeanor that always promised a retort for everything she said. His I want what I want and I will have it attitude; his silent command of respect when he enters a room. The way he looked at her, touched her, kissed her, talked to her. She couldn't tell him, she shouldn't tell him, not that. She simply looked at him, begging him with her eyes, pleading with him not to force an answer. She studied his eyes longer and deeper than she ever had before, she could clearly see a desperate want for her answer. Slowly she began to shake her head; she could not and would not answer this.
"Dean, we are two hearts living in two separate worlds, Dean" she finally answered him.
"You're not going to tell me are you," he said dryly still clutching her hands in his.
"No," was all she could say.
Dean then silently moved in and kissed her gently on the lips, before standing.
"I should be going," he said turning around. "It was great to see you again."
Luna couldn't find any words to say. She simply remained seated and watched as Dean headed for the door. He reached for the handle and turned to look at her.
"If you ever need me-," he broke off, then turned the handle and left the room.
Luna felt her eyes overflow as soon as the door closed behind him. That was as horrible as she imagined it would be she felt as if she had just committed murder. Draco was right; he had told her that seeing Dean might not be what she thought it would. Luna turned and looked out the window, shortly she saw Dean walking slowly down the sidewalk, and the morning drizzle had turned to a steady rain, just as the water flowing from her eyes.
She heard the door open behind her; she didn't turn to see who it was. She just watched Dean until he walked and turned the corner. She heard the familiar footsteps, confident and bold walking to her. The heel toe cadence of the leather shoes echoed in the room, ringing loudly in her ears, stopping short just a step behind her. Turing she was met with a tight embrace, a strong hand at the back of her head, clutching her hair as she stood there with her arms down beside her. She felt the tears soaking through the silken shirt beneath her cheeks. She could feel the warm breath on top of her head, the continuous stroking of her hair. He didn't say anything- which she was glad of, Draco just held her, letting her cry until she was content.
After several minutes of her crying, Luna began to snub, she pulled back from the man that was holding her tight and took a tissue from the box on the table.
"Are you ready to go home?" he asked her quietly.
Luna nodded her head; he couldn't possibly know how ready she was to leave.
"Granger," he said then paused, "I mean, Dr. Granger, said you could go home, as long as I promised to never leave your side, and take journals of notes on you while you are sleeping, and give you your medicine, because she knows you won't take it, and a whole lot of other fussy, knit picky rules, she has written a book on them, literally." He smiled that cock-eyed smile.
"That sounds like Hermione." Luna smiled weakly at him.
Obviously he had known that Dean had been by to see her earlier, she could tell he wanted to ask, but refrained.
"Well are you ready then?" he asked looking at her intently, holding out her cloak.
"Very much," Luna said with the thought of a long hot bath in the back of her mind.
"You can go as long as you promise to follow all my guidelines," Hermione said from the doorway, pencil scratching on a chart, glasses slipped to the end of her nose. "Here Draco, sign this." She handed him the clipboard and quill. "I mean I want you to take care of yourself Luna. Take the medicine and follow the guidelines."
"I will Hermione, I promise."
"I will check on you day after tomorrow." She took the clipboard and quill back from Draco, then handed him three phials of black liquid. "Two doses a day. That will last you at least six days. I mean it don't skip it."
"Yes, Dr. Granger," Luna said with a smile.
"I'm not kidding you two this is serious, and I mean I want those notes on any unusual sleep patterns, and Luna if you remember anything in your dreams, please write it down. Any slight dizziness, headaches, anything."
Luna just smiled through all of Hermione's instructions, she knew her friend meant well and only had her best interest in mind.
"I will see you in two days," she said again, then left the room.
Draco removed his wand and gave it a flick and all the furniture and extra furnishings in the room disappeared, and it returned to its normal drab looking hospital room.
"Now let's get you home, I have your favorite soup waiting," he said, adjusting the collar on her cloak.
Draco and Luna waked out of her hospital room and to the first floor. She stepped through the front of the hospital and onto the street; the cool moist air invaded her lungs. It was nice to breathe the fresh air after being cooped up in the hospital for over a week. Holding tightly to Draco's hand they walked a block or two in the opposite direction Luna had seen Dean go in before ducking into a deserted alley and disapperating.
The rain was everywhere in England, Draco informed her as they re-appeared on the back veranda of Malfoy Manor. He opened the large glass door and they stepped into a warm and cozy glassed in room. The whole of the property could be seen from this room, it was high above gardens and she could see if not for the fog out to the lake at the edge of the forest. She had never really paid that much attention to this spot before now, perhaps that was because most of the time she had spent with Draco was in another country, in hotel rooms, or caves or just out in the open.
"Let's go upstairs and get you into a nice warm soak," Draco said removing her damp cloak. "Then if you are up to it, we will be joining my parents for dinner."
Luna turned and half smiled at him, the soak sounded wonderful, but she wasn't sure about dinner with his parents.
He took her by the hand and they went upstairs to his room, she could smell the floral scent heavy in the air. He lead her into the bathroom, candles were lit and placed almost in every available space there was. The large porcelain tub was filled with steaming water, a set of towels were stacked neatly on the settee.
"Are you joining me?" she said as she unbuttoned her pajama top and let it slip off her shoulders to the floor looking over her shoulder at him.
He didn't answer her with words as he spun her around pulling her bare breasts to him. His shirt was unbuttoned revealing the well toned chest underneath the white silk. The cold metal of his belt buckle pressed into her belly giving her slight gooseflesh. His mouth descended to hers, and he kissed her like a dehydrated man in a desert, who had found an oasis for which to drink.
When he released her mouth to kiss her neck, she mumbled his name somewhere in the back of her throat. Running her hands up and down his back then back up to his shoulders she pushed the white shirt from his form. Her hands carefully and deliberately found the buckle of his belt, undoing it with intention. When her fingers managed to unbutton the dress slacks her hands rested on his slim hips, pulling him closer to her. She could feel his mouth form a smile on her neck. His fingers pushed down the elastic holding her pants in place, she felt the soft fabric fall down her calves and gather at her feet. Stepping out of them instinctively she felt move back up her neck to her mouth. She felt her mouth open to him, meld with him.
Gently moving her back to the settee he coaxed her hips to sit, her bare bottom took in the cool fabric. Kneeling in front of her she felt completely and utterly exposed to him. His hand gathered around her slim ankle as his mouth grazed the flesh of the inside of her calf. As he explored higher his tongue reached the inside of her thigh, as he lifted her leg higher, exposing her sex to the steamy air in the room. A vast wave of heat caused her entire body to blush; she was vulnerable, to his scrutiny. Her breath quickened the candle light reflecting off his white hair.
Her back leaned further into the wall, as he raised her leg higher resting the weight of it on his shoulder. She felt his hot breath inching ever closer to her center, causing gooseflesh again on her sensitized skin, the dream like feeling escalated and shot liquid fire out to her core, and radiating out to her belly and breast. Her nipples tightened and she ached to feel his mouth on them. Her hips lifted in silent invitation, she could feel the moisture gathering, seeping through her nether lips.
Luna let out an involuntary gasp when she felt a pall of warm air being forced onto her center. A slight chuckle came from the man at her feet as she lifted her hips again in another silent invitation for his touch. His answering moan was followed by his tongue licking the outer edges of her swollen nether lips, up and down, teasing, torturing her. Her hands grabbed a fistful of white hair as she did her best to direct him there, the spot that begged the most to be touched. She needed him to touch it, lick it, and suck it, until she exploded.
Her want did not go ignored; Draco pressed his mouth into her, sliding his fingers in and out pushing her to the edge of insanity. She felt her hips lift to meet his touch, her back pressing deeper into the wall. The ache, want and need to have him there, just there, where she was drenched with moisture. Luna felt her lower abdomen begin to squirm and pulse, her breath taught and quick in her chest. Still in her trance like state, she felt her body being invaded, plummeted into. Her hand instinctively went to hold something for support and she heard and saw the crystal vase full of lilies crash to the bathroom floor.
Once she regained her sense she felt the death grip Draco had on her hips as he pushed his cock deep inside her. Once again she found her breath tight and forced from her lungs; her leg bouncing unceremoniously over his shoulder, his movement fast and hard. His breathing became harsher; she could see the sweat at his hairline, the opaque look in his eyes that told her his climax was near. A final hard thrust and he jerked his throbbing erection from her body to finish the job by hand ejaculating over her smooth belly.
Luna felt her opening convulse, squeezing the air as she came a second time, with the sight of him bringing himself orgasm in that manner. Her head hit the wall with a thump, and her chest rose and fell with conviction of forcing air in and out. Draco stood, a little weak –kneed. She could hear him gasping, like a wild creature after the chase.
And she was the prey.
Perhaps he was. It was too hard to think at the moment. tbc...
A/N: Sorry for the delay in posting; as usual life has happened around me not caring whether I get to write or not. My son injured his hand and had to have surgery done on it. So it has been a little bit quazy! Hope you enjoyed the chapter, Please R&R.
