A/N: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LEMONS. UNDESCRIPTIVE, OF COURSE, BUT IT IS JUST A SHORT CHAPTER OF DRUNA LEMONS. IF YOU DON'T LIKE LEMONS, I APOLOGIZE, BUT THIS STORY IS RATED M FOR A REASON.

Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, those rights belong to our queen, J.K Rowling!(:

Chapter 9

"Are we going to the Room of Requirement, Draco?" Luna asked softly, as their hands swung at their sides.

"Maybe," Draco said, popping the b.

She giggled as they reached the blank wall across from the tapestry. It formed a door and they walked in.

The room was dimly lit, and filled with candles. The little glowing flames provided just enough light to see the large, burgundy, king-sized bed filling up most of the room. Rose petals adorned the sheets.

"Draco," Luna croaked out.

"If you're not ready, I completely understand," he said honestly, placing his hands on her waist.

"No, of course I want to. But I've just, never done that before," she mumbled. "And I'm probably no good at it."

He laughed. "Don't worry, I'll help you."

Grabbing her hand, he pulled her to the bed, and they sat down gently on the side. Staring into those electric blue eyes that sent shockwaves through his stomach, he cupped her rosy cheek gently, not breaking the eye contact he held with her. She blinked gently, for half a second breaking the eye contact.

Draco softly kissed her lips, pulling her closer to him and placing his hands in her soft blonde waves. He lowered them, placing them on her back, inching them down as they deepened the kiss and the passion and intensity rose, to the point that they could barely breathe. He kissed down her neck, and she tilted her head backwards. He began unbuttoning her shirt and peppering kisses down her throat and collar bone, ripping off her tank top, leaving it in shreds of the floor. Draco worked his way down to her lace bra, ripping it off and leaving it in two on the ground.

She moaned loudly as he removed her leggings in the same manner. He met her lips again, kissing them and biting her lower one. She licked his bottom lip gently as both of his wrapped around her top lip, cradling it in his mouth. With every touch of their hands, she felt the electric zing all over, raising the hairs on the back of her neck. She kicked off her shoes and started unbuttoning his white shirt, throwing it on the ground and letting her hands roam across his bare chest, feeling his chest. She wondered if he was sculpted out of marble, for his features were perfect. Luna wrapped her arms around his full waist, inching his trousers down as he pulled her remaining undergarments off.

She kissed down his chest, pulling his boxers down when she reached them.

He stood as she lay down with her back on the bed. Luna wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling her body upwards to meet his lips and give him the most passionate kiss he had ever experienced.


Luna woke up in the morning, curling the toes that stuck out of the sheets. She smiled and rolled over, looking right at the man she loved very much.

"Mornin'," Draco greeted.

She laughed. "Good morning to you, too."

Draco looked at the clock next to the bed. "Breakfast just started."

Luna jumped up. She looked at the clothes she had previously worn. "They're all ripped, Draco."

"What can I say?" he eyed her, winking. "It's a good thing this room is stocked for all purposes."

Draco opened up a drawer, throwing her a flannel shirt, a pair of jeans, a tank, and undergarments.

"Wow. I'm going to look like a lumber man."

He laughed. "That's all we got, sorry."

She threw on the outfit, looking down at herself. Luna didn't look too bad, she guessed.

While looking in the mirror, she used it to stare at Draco dressing himself, blushing a lot. He caught her and started tickling her, throwing her down on the bed, as she laughed as hard as she could. When he stopped tickling, he looked down at her.

"I guess we don't have to have breakfast," she whispered.

And once more, their clothes lay in a heap on the floor.


"We really should go now, or else we'll be late for Potions."

They walked out the door, stomachs rumbling, and set off for their first class of the day.

Once inside Snape's classroom, they took their seats, as people turned around to look at the people late for class. Luckily, Professor Snape had not arrived yet.

"Where have you been, Luna?" Harry turned around, asking.

"Oh, I overslept," she answered quickly, sucking in her breath and hoping Harry wouldn't question it.

"Oh, all right," Harry said. "Where are your robes?"

She looked down at herself. Crap. How would she explain this one? "Uh, some of the upperclassmen hid them."

"Wow, they are so rude to you! I can't believe them!"

Harry was really gullible.

"No, it's okay. I'm used to it by now. But I would like them back, as I expect Professor McGonagall will give me detention."

"I'll cover for you," Draco said, chuckling.

Harry looked back and forth between the two, eyeing Draco suspiciously. "Oh… kay."

At that moment, Snape strutted in, slamming the dungeon door behind him. He walked quickly as his robes billowed behind him.

"Get out your Potions books and turn to page one hundred and seventy-two."

Luna pulled her book out of her backpack, slamming it down on the desk and turning to the said page.

"Miss Lovegood, is there a reason you don't have on the required uniform for my class?" Snape asked silkily, not even turning around to look Luna in the eye.

Luna panicked. What kind of excuse would work for Snape? "I apologize, sir. I seem to have misplaced my uniform."

"Well, may I suggest that next time you wear the robes required for this class?"

"Of course, sir,"

"Now, on with the lesson. I apologize for miss Lovegood's interruption. What is the name of the mixture of asphodel leaves and an infusion of Gurdyroots and boomslang skin?"

The class was silent. Hermione was biting her lip to make sure she wouldn't, but finally her hand rose.

"I see nobody has studied. Four page essay, all of you," Snape declared, glaring at Hermione.

"Sir, she had her hand raised! Obviously she knows the answer!" Ron shouted out.

"Detention, Weasley! And for you, Granger, for being an insufferable know-it-all."

Harry stood up angrily. "She's getting detention for raising her hand? I see how it is. Why don't I get detention for holding my pen? Or Luna, for reading her textbook?"

"Sit down, Potter!" Snape snarled. "Detention for the three of you. Anybody else?"

The room was silent. Harry glared at him. "You're just angry because you didn't get the Defense Against the Dark Arts position, aren't you? Well you would have no experience against the defense against it, but obviously you've had lots with the Dark Arts, haven't you, being on Voldemort's side and everything?"

Snape drew his wand from his robes, pointing it straight at Harry. "I would advise you to sit down, Potter, before any more snide remarks fly from your snarky little mouth."

"Do it. Curse me. Dumbledore will have no option but to fire you, and we'll all be happier without you."

Neville grabbed onto Harry's arm. "Harry, you don't want to yell at him. He could get you expelled."

"I don't care, Neville! He needs to learn how to not be a complete arse."

Snape walked quickly to Harry, glaring right at him. Harry automatically wanted to cover his face, but instead he glared back at him. The professor grabbed Harry's arm and pulled him out of the dungeon.

"Any foolish wand-waving and you will be on the train back home with Potter here."

The door slammed shut behind them.

Ron and Hermione were at Luna's side in a half of a second. "He's going to be expelled!"

"I don't think Dumbledore would allow that," Luna said earnestly.

"I don't know. He was talking about You-Know-Who, and that's just a suspicion!" Ron ambled.

"Like I tell you, he might get a lot of detentions, but I doubt Dumbledore will let Snape expel him."

"I agree with Luna. By the way, what in the world are you wearing?" Hermione asked.

Luna sighed, looking down at herself. "Honestly, why does everybody ask that?"

Hermione smiled. "I've never seen that before and your robes are-"

"My robes are what?" Luna asked curiously.

"Oh my god!" Hermione screeched. "You guys-"

Draco and Luna exchanged looks awkwardly.

"Did what?" Ron asked stupidly. "What, oh!"

"No! Of course not!" Draco said.

"Where are her robes then, Malfoy, if you know everything?" Hermione questioned.

"As a matter of fact, Granger, her robes were taken by upperclassmen."

"Oh really?" Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Yup," Draco and Luna said in unison.

"Luna, come on, you can tell me."

She considered it for a second, but finally she realized she had to tell her. "Hermione, please don't tell anybody about it. Promise me."

"Swear." She answered.

"Okay fine, yes." She nodded. "Yeah. I slept with Draco."

"LUNA!" Ron, Hermione, and Draco yelled.

"Well. It's true. And I'm not sorry about it, either." She said softly.

"I can't believe this, Luna! I would never expect you to do that, especially with Malfoy."

"He has a first name, you know, Ron," Luna replied, irritated.

"When he starts calling me Ron I'll call him Draco."

"Don't expect that day to come soon, Weasel."

"Draco! Be nice to Ronald," Luna demanded.

Just then Snape burst through the door, dragging Harry with him. He threw Harry into his seat as Ron and Hermione scurried into theirs.

"Now, class-" Snape began angrily.

The bell rang and the students began packing their bags.

"I expect you to begin your essays tonight. One foot of parchment on the mixture of asphodel leaves and an infusion of Gurdyroot and boomslang skin and what it does for the common wizard."

The class filed out of the room and walked to their next class.