Happenstance

Chapter 10: Nice to See You Again

Luna's first night in her new room had provided her with quite possibly the best night sleep she could ever recall having. Not only did Draco go out of his way to make sure that the decorators had made her room absolutely gorgeous and used the finest materials possible, but he'd also ensured that she would be most comfortable. And comfortable she was. So much so, that even after being awake for over an hour, Luna couldn't quite convince herself to actually get out of bed.

When Luna had entered her bedchamber for the very first time, her jaw nearly hit the floor. Draco had told her that she would love it, and he had been right. Pale, icy-blue brocade print wallpaper had been applied to the walls of Luna's bedchamber. The high ceiling was covered with multiple rectilinear recessed panels that were white washed, with just a bit of their original silver color showing through. The floors, along with all of the furniture, were crafted from light oak wood which complimented the bright and airy feel of her chambers. Her sitting area consisted of floor to ceiling, wall to wall bookshelves, lined with just about every book a girl could want; Luna was surprised to discover that Muggle literature had also been included with the works of various magical authors. The loveseat and two armchairs in her sitting area were antique, light oak fauteuils from the Louis XV period. The backrests and seats were upholstered in a soft white velvet, and silver, white and light blue pillows and throws were used as accents. Out of everything in the entire space, Luna's favorite thing was her bed. The enormous four poster featured ornate carvings and sheer white drapes all the way around. Her thick, down filled comforter was covered in a pale blue duvet that had matching cording around the edges. Numerous plush, down-filled pillows decorated her bed along with a white faux-fur throw. Draco had assured Luna, when she saw the throw, that it was not real and that he had specified that only animal friendly textiles be used in their home since he knew how much it would bother her if they didn't.

Figuring that Landon would be hell to deal with if she didn't feed him soon, Luna finally dragged herself out of the delightful comfort of her bed, playfully running her feet through the thick pile of the large white sherpa rug that was situated underneath. Instead of heading straight to the nursery, Luna decided to open the three sets of french doors that led out onto her enormous balcony that looked out onto the sprawling yard. The moment the doors were opened, the sheer white drapes were hit with the mornings breeze causing them to take flight. Luna couldn't believe the turn her life had suddenly taken. When Draco had found out about Landon, Luna was pretty sure that things would be completely ruined but it turned out that, for the first time in a long time, things were absolutely wonderful. Granted, her questionable sudo-relationship with Draco wasn't perfect, but even at its worst, it wasn't terrible.

After taking in the breathtaking view for several minutes, Luna wrapped her dressing gown around herself, so that her simple white babydoll nightgown was hidden from view, and went to Landon's nursery, making use of the door that led from her room to his. Once inside, Luna discovered that Landon was still asleep, which in and of itself was a miracle, as it was well after nine o'clock and he never slept past eight-thirty. As she gathered Landon into her arms, Luna also noticed that Draco had left the door that led from his room into the nursery open; most likely so that he could hear Landon were he to wake in the middle of the night. At the thought of the young fathers forethought, Luna couldn't help but smile. Peaking inside of his room, Luna found that Draco wasn't actually in his room. In desperate need of a cup of tea, Luna decided to head downstairs before nursing Landon.

As she entered the kitchen, the smell of burnt food assaulted her senses. The sight before her was quite possibly one of the funniest things she'd ever seen. Draco, who apparently was a novice in the kitchen, was attempting to prepare his own breakfast. Strewn across the counters were numerous botched omelettes and eggshells, what looked like an abandoned attempt at making hotcake's and a pan on the stove filled with raw bacon. The counters weren't the only thing covered in the remnants of his culinary prowess. He too was smeared with egg and batter, his usual pristine appearance a thing of the past. It appeared that Draco's in ability to cook was beginning to wear on his nerves, as he looked about ready to hex the hell out of his uncooked bacon.

"Problems?" Luna asked, trying to suppress a giggle. Draco turned and glared at her, before placing his hands on the counter and bowing his head, trying to control his temper.

"I've been trying to get this bacon to cook for the last hour and the bloody stuff is still cold," he hissed, poking at the strips of meat with the spatula. "It never took the house elves this long. I'll starve to death before the bloody stuff's ready." Walking over to him, Luna peaked over his shoulder.

"It helps it you turn the eye on," she replied, looking up at him innocently. Try as she might, she couldn't hold back her laughter at the look on his handsome face. She'd never seen one person so perplexed in her entire life. Leaning over, Luna turned the stove on and shortly thereafter the smell of frying bacon wafted through the kitchen. Instead of being grateful, as he should have been, Draco looked like he was about ready to kill someone. Taking pity on him, Luna ordered Draco to wash his hands and then handed him the baby. "What kind of eggs did you want?" Granted their were botched omelettes all over the counters, there was also what was probably scrambled eggs, but actually looked like egg mush, there too. So, she wasn't exactly sure what he'd decided on.

"I don't care," he grumbled, petulantly. "So long as its edible."

"How long have you been down here," she asked, as she began preparing his eggs and hotcake's while the bacon continued to cook.

"Two hours!" he exclaimed. "Dobby and the others had always made cooking look so easy. Hell, even your father seemed like a pro. But, I can assure you, its not."

"How did you make these omelettes if you never turned the stove on?" she asked, staring at his culinary creation.

"I used a spell," he admitted. "Don't even try to eat it. It's awful."

"I wasn't going to," Luna assured him, as she removed the first two golden brown hotcake's from the pan before adding her seasonings and toppings to the omelettes. "Tomatoes and parsley?"

"Sounds delicious," he replied, bouncing Landon around in his arms as he paced the length of the kitchen. "We have got to get a house elf."

"Absolutely not," Luna replied, turning to face him with the spatula pointed at him threateningly. "I haven't had an elf and I don't intend on starting now."

"So, are you planning on making my food for me forever?" he asked, expecting no for an answer.

"If I have to, yes. Though, you're a big boy now and I think that you can do it yourself," she said, mockingly. "But if you won't learn how to feed yourself than, yes, I will make your meals for you. But I do expect you to learn to clean up after yourself."

"Yeah, what about cleaning the house and all of the other stuff the elves do?"

"I'll take care of that," she replied, nonchalantly. "There are simple charms that can placed on the house that will cause it to automatically clean itself." Draco hadn't seen that one coming. He didn't know what the big deal was, but it didn't seem like anything he could come up with would deter her from her position on the issue. "But that doesn't mean you get to be a slob. If you use a glass, you clean it. Don't leave it for someone else."

"So, is this what my life is going to be like from now on?" he asked, laughingly. "You say jump and I say how high?"

"Probably," she said, shrugging her shoulders. Truth be told, she knew that the answer was more along the lines of definitely, but why discourage the young man.

"Great," he grumbled. "It's the makings of a marriage, minus the sex. Can't wait!"

"Don't be a smart ass," Luna chided, setting his plate down at the breakfast counter before readying her own. Once they had both settled down into their seats, Draco handed the baby back over to Luna and began eating his breakfast as if her were starving half to death. Loosening her robe and unbuttoning the empire bust of her nightgown, Luna allowed Landon to nurse while, she too, ate her breakfast with her free hand. It took Draco a few bites before he figured out what was going on. Freaking out, he dropped his fork and quickly pushed out of his chair, causing quite a commotion.

"What's the matter with you?" she asked, startled by his actions. The look of embarrassment and disgust on his face clued her in on what had come over him.

"Can you put that away?" he asked, avoiding looking at her, a bright blush on his face. "I'm trying to eat here."

"So is your son," she reminded him, laughing softly. "Why does this bother you so much? It's a completely natural thing. Hell, your Mum nursed you."

"Great!" Draco snapped, hanging his head. "Now, I'll never be able to eat. Do me a favor, don't ever mention me having any sort of contact with my mother's breast ever again... especially when I'm trying to eat." Luna sighed loudly, making no move to stop Landon from enjoying his breakfast, or to leave. "Can't you do that somewhere else?'

"Yes, I can," she answered. "But I won't. You're just going to have to get used to this, Draco. He'll be nursing for quite some time and I'm not going to hide every time your son needs to eat. Get. Over. It." Reluctantly, Draco sat back down, making sure to position his body so that he couldn't see her nursing the baby in his peripheral vision. After five minutes of having to eat with Draco's back to her, Luna decided enough was enough. Reaching over, she took his plate.

"I wasn't done yet," he barked, reaching to take it back but Luna wouldn't allow it.

"Look at me," Luna ordered. "Now!" Begrudgingly, Draco turned to face her, his eyes trained on her face for once, instead of her chest. "Look, okay, your being uncomfortable with the idea nursing used to funny, hell, it used to be convenient, but now, it's just annoying. Not to mention, immature. If you're old enough to be a father, than you're old enough to deal with any of the weird or uncomfortable stuff that comes along with it. If you can't deal with that than you need to let me know now, so I can get my son the hell away from you. I'll not have him being squeamish and petty over beautiful things like this just because his father is an immature prat."

"Fine," he replied, realizing that she was completely serious. "I'll work on it."

"No working on it," she barked. "Just get over it." Gently, forcing Landon away from her breast, Luna held the boy in front of his father. "This is Landon." His eyebrows shot up in confusion. "And this is one of my breast. I believe you've met before." Draco couldn't help but snicker at her words.

"Nice to see you again," he said, laughing. When he extended his hand to greet her breast, Luna slapped it away.

"And this, is your son using said breast for sustenance." Luna positioned Landon back against her chest, so that he could continue with his breakfast. "See, that's it. It's no big deal!" Draco peered down at his son, suddenly feeling a bit ridiculous about his previous behavior.

"Point taken," Draco replied, sliding his plate back over so that he could finish his breakfast. A few minutes later, Landon had finished his breakfast and had been burped, leaving Luna to enjoy her's while the boy lay in his bassinet, looking on. "Can I ask a question or two?"

"Sure," Luna replied, glad that he'd moved past his stage of being petrified, even if it meant she'd have to answer his, mostly like, annoying questions. "What do you want to know?"

"Does it hurt?"

"Not anymore," she answered. " It smarted at first, but eventually I got used to it."

"Are your breast going to stay that big?"

"Malfoy, you're hopeless," Luna laughed, gathering her and Draco's plates and placing them in the seat.

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For the most part, Luna and Draco settled into a bit of routine, one that worked quite well for both of them. The only downside to their arrangement was the lack of a house elf. Draco was quite insistent about their need for one, and Luna was absolutely against it. Draco was going out of his way to try to get it through her head that they needed to have one, but no matter what he threw at her, Luna wouldn't budge. But after three days of him trying her patience, Luna was about ready to skin him.

"Luna!" Draco shouted, as he lounged on the couch in the sitting room, reading. "Luna!"

"What?" she asked, worriedly, as she rushed into the room with Landon in her arms. With the way he was yelling for her, Luna thought that something was wrong.

"Can you bring me a glass of tea?" he asked, not even looking up from his book called 'Deadly Potions Every Wizard Ought to Know'.

"Have you lost your bloody mind!" Luna shouted, smacking him on the back of the head. "I thought something was wrong!"

"Something is wrong," he replied, rubbing the back of his head before smoothing his hair. "I'm parched."

"Get it yourself," she hissed, rocking Landon gently, her shouts having startled him.

"If we had a house elf, I wouldn't have to."

"Well, we don't. So get it yourself," she ground out before storming out of the room, leaving the still thirsty Draco alone.

"This sucks," he grumbled, standing and stomping towards the kitchen like a baby.

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AFTER A RATHER RIDICULOUS DAYDREAM I HAD AT WORK FRIDAY AFTERNOON, I'LL HAVE TO GO BACK AND ADD A CHAPTER THAT WILL GO BETWEEN THIS ONE AND THE NEXT. THIS WILL PROBABLY FORCE ME TO REVIEW ALL OF THE PRECEDING CHAPTERS AS WELL, BUT IF TURNS OUT ANYTHING LIKE WHAT I'VE GOT PLANNED, IT SHOULD BE PRETTY FUNNY. THIS CHANGE MAY DELAY THE NEXT CHAPTER BY A DAY OR TWO, BUT IT SHOULDN'T BE ANY LONGER THAN THAT.

UNTIL THEN, BYE AND I HOPE YOU ENJOY : )

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