Chapter 10

Disclosure

"Did you want to come back to Hogwarts this year, Draco?"

"Yes, I wanted to get away from him," He replied biting lightly on his bottom lip.

Somehow Luna knew that "him" meant Voldemort, somehow she just knew without Draco having to give any further explanation to it. Her hand gave him a firm but gentle stroke and she smiled when she heard him groan softly. "Is he really frightening in the flesh?"

"Yes." Draco replied with feeling. "Let's not talk about him now, let's talk about…" The rest of his sentence was lost as he groaned when her fingers crept lower, exploring every inch of him, stroking him, teasing him, tormenting him until his mind turned.

Snuggling against him Luna pressed her lips to his chest, a kiss to his neck and one to his chin until he lowered his face to allow her to capture his mouth in a hot, sweet kiss. His tongue entered her mouth and his hand tightened on her hip as she lightly began to suck.

Luna gasped when she felt him harden even more, he twitched against her palm as she ran her hand the full length of him, surprised by the hard thickness she encountered, the velvety skin covering a muscle of steel.

"I want to know you, Draco. The real you." She told him quietly.

"Plenty of time for all of that." He replied, his voice strained as he tried to take possession of her mouth again.

"Draco…"

"Hum?"

She gazed up at him with wide, lust filled eyes, "Touch me."

The earthy plea almost undid him there and then. His hand slithered down her stomach, under her nightgown to her inner thigh, parting her legs slowly. Draco felt the dampness of her underwear as he shoved it aside inserting his fingers inside her slowly.

She moaned against his mouth arching herself closer to him as his fingers delved deeper inside her, exploring her again as though he had never touched her before. Draco had never met anyone who wanted him as much as Luna did, no-one, not even Pansy wanted him like Luna. No-one had ever seemed to need him so much either, and the thought rather pleased him.

He groaned, pure enjoyment throbbing in the small noise he made as he felt soft, gentle fingers examining him completely. Her fingers made contact with the warm, liquid that had began to ooze from him and she kissed him deeper, encouraging him to relax and enjoy.

Draco could barely breathe, every muscle in his body felt stiff and he curled his fingers inside her, his thumb rubbing slowly at her sensitized nub making her moan and press her hips closer to him. She was whispering his name, gasping with pleasure and the sounds just sent him higher, he wanted to keep her in this state of pleasure, he wanted to give her more, make her scream.

Luna's back arched, urging him to send his fingers deeper. Draco seemed to know exactly what she wanted just by the way she moved her body and he thrust at her again making her cry out and cease all movements as delight rippled through her body.

Draco groaned, "Don't stop, Luna."

Stop? Stop what? Luna dimly registered what he was talking about when he pushed his hips against her hand, his erection slipping against her palm. She fondled him tenderly, making small circles with the tips of her fingers, stroking him until she felt him quiver in her grasp.

Suddenly, without warning he groaned loudly and bit down hard on her bottom lip, Luna whimpered in pain.

Her name came in a low rumble from the back of his throat as a warm, sticky mess covered her hand. Luna smiled satisfied, relief flooding her that she had achieved what she had set out to do. She had wanted to give him the same feelings he gave her, wanted him to know she was just as happy to give to him as she was to take from him.

Sticking her tongue out Luna tasted blood.

"Merlin, Luna I'm sorry." Draco gasped at the sight of the red liquid against her lip.

"It's ok, it's only a spot." She assured him, dismissing his apology easily.

Pressing the tip of his nose to hers he replied, "I can make it up to you."

She smiled easily, "It's ok, but if you want to you can."

Draco laughed, "I thought you said you wanted us to talk?" He reminded her moving his fingers inside her slowly.

"We did talk."

"Moaning my name doesn't count." He informed her laughing at her embarrassment, "It's ok, Luna, I rather enjoyed it."

She smirked up at him, "So did I."

Kissing her lightly he suggested, "I'll go slow this time if you like, give you chance to breathe a bit and we can still talk."

Luna sighed softly, her whole body relaxing. She curled her free hand into the platinum locks of his hair, guiding his lips back to hers, kissing him hungrily as her other hand continued her exploration of the contents of his boxer shorts, but with less vigour than before.

Draco didn't mind that, he knew he was incapable of responding to her touch so soon after such a violent release. "What did you want to talk about then? Your father?" He asked in between kisses.

"Yes. You're the only one I can talk to." She replied, her voice low and drowsy.

"Oh? What about Weasley?" He wondered, increasing his pace slightly. He smirked as her head fell back against the pillow, her eyes closing as she gasped.

Her legs parted a little more to provide him with easier access to her. She moaned deep in her throat, "Too worried about Ron….haven't seen him in ages….."

Draco smiled at her gasp of delight. Suddenly he frowned, how come Ginny hadn't seen Weaslby in ages? They hadn't been back at Hogwarts that long, and since the Quaffle King was ill in bed and hadn't returned to school, surely she would have seen him before leaving?

"Oh! Draco…" Her hips lifted towards him, trying to push herself into his hand. "Yes, she's so worried….."

Draco kissed her, caressing her tongue with his, nibbling lightly on her lower lip. "Worried?" He prompted curling his fingers, knowing from the sound that came from her that she was lost in her own world of pleasure.

Luna whimpered, "Not heard from Ron since…. Oh! … since they left."

Sucking on her lower lip Draco frowned again, Weaslby had left with Potter? Was that what Luna was telling him? But that couldn't be right, he was ill, people from the Ministry had been to his house and seen him sick in bed. Pressing his thumb harder against her, he questioned delicately, "Ron left with Harry?"

"Yes, oh, Draco! Yes!" She cried out arching towards him.

Had she just agreed to his question or told him he was good? Thoroughly confused Draco tried a different tack, "Whose in Ron's bed? Come on, Luna, let it go." He urged gently.

"Draco!"

"Hum, I'm here." He murmured covering her face with tiny butterfly kisses. "Whose in Ron's bed?"

"I… he… ghoul…I…Draco," She stammered, her fingers digging into his scalp.

Draco stared down at her face glowing pink with passion in total shock. Weaslby was not on deaths door as they had all been led to believe! He was off gallivanting with Potter! Irritably he pushed thoughts of Weasley from his mind and concentrated on Luna.

Pushing his fingers deeper into her warm wetness giving her long, lingering strokes, he said encouragingly, "Come for me, Luna."

She cried out his name as her body jerked, her hips bucking against him and her orgasm exploded around him. She lay quietly with her eyes closed, her chest heaving as she dragged in a deep lungful of air.

"Do you think you'll sleep now?" He wondered kissing her lightly.

"Will you stay?"

"I'll stay." He assured her.

A soft smile played around the corners of her mouth, "Then I'll sleep. Maybe not yet though." She added thoughtfully, "I'm not all that tired."

"Me neither." Draco muttered, pressing his lips to her temple and inhaling the fresh scent of her hair.

Biting her bottom lip she glanced up at him through silvery blonde lashes, "Do you think my father will be the same after Azkaban? Like yours is?"

"I don't know, I guess it's better there now that the Dementors aren't guarding it, but being locked away from the world isn't a nice thing is it? I suppose it depends on how he chooses to handle it."

She sighed softly, "I suppose. I don't like to think of him in there, Draco."

"Then don't." He advised quietly. "It's best not to." A small shiver ran over his skin as he remembered the stress he had been suffering at the time of his father's imprisonment.

Smiling she stroked his back softly, "You were really worried weren't you? About your father I mean, despite the fact you never showed it."

"He's my father, of course I was worried about him, and I had my mission from the Dark Lord hanging over me. Last year was not the best." Draco muttered frowning.

"You're a very closed person aren't you?" Luna mused examining his face thoughtfully, "You don't let anyone close."

Draco did not like the way this conversation was going. He was supposed to be getting closer to Luna, she was not supposed to be worming her way beneath his carefully constructed guard rail. Raising a silky eyebrow he said mockingly, "I don't think you can say that you aren't close to me."

Luna flushed slightly and adverted her eyes from his face. "No." She muttered grudgingly, but it was not the "close" she had in mind. Luna wanted to know Draco, but she had the feeling he would be keeping her at arms length for a while. Draco didn't trust easily, she wondered if it was because no-one trusted him that he felt he couldn't trust anyone either?

"I can't believe I'm under the guardianship of Snape! I bet he's going to be dreadful to me." Luna complained suddenly, her eyes widening. "He's wretched isn't he."

"Not to me he isn't'."

"Yes, Harry told me all about Snape's favouritism towards Slytheirn's and especially you." she gave him an annoyed look that just caused him to laugh.

"Your one to talk. From where I am I would say you had a particular favouritism towards me as well."

"Oh hush." Luna muttered irritably. She was completely annoyed with herself that her face flamed red at his mocking tone and teasing eyes, whereas he would look utterly comfortable and unashamed at any little comment he made.

Rolling backwards so that he was resting comfortably against the pillows Draco moved Luna into a better position in his arms, where he could hold her close and still fall asleep. "I'm sure Snape won't be all that bad. Go and see him first thing in the morning and see what he has to say. I expect he will have much more information on the nature of the charges than you have. He'll have to know everything won't he? And because your underage the Ministry probably think you wouldn't be able to handle it all."

"That would be just like Umbridge." Luna agreed scowling a little. "But your right, I'll go and see Snape in the morning and see what he says." she smiled when he kissed the top of her head lightly. "Night, Draco."

"Night." He mumbled in between a yawn. Rubbing her arm gently as she settled more comfortably against him Draco figured that tomorrow would be a busy day for Snape, he'd have information coming at him from all over the place.

Before he fully drifted off Draco wondered vaguely what the reaction would be to the news that Weasley was off gallivanting with Potter instead of nearly dying in bed?