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A/N – Sorry to have kept you waiting a long time. I got sick that made me unable to write for almost a week and I've also lost the idea lately.

Chapter 14

Luna hummed lightly as she hung socks by the fireplace. She has become quite happy lately. She and Draco have gone shopping for Christmas. They buy many things, but most are ornaments for Christmas tree and gifts. Draco encourages her to buy more than she needs, but she doesn't know what she has to buy anymore. She guessed Draco always celebrated Christmas in luxury, it was seen from how he bought typical Christmas items at prices that she thought unnatural and ridiculous. But this Draco she was talking about, she couldn't argue with him.

From the corner of her eye, she sees Draco watching her from the armchair with a glass of brandy on his hand. He has been watching her like she is a magnificent creature. His grey eyes watched her from head to toe and several times he would smirk in triumph. Luna feels a little disturbed by how he looks at her, as if he strips her naked with his eyes, but she doesn't dare say anything. He has been pretty calm lately and she doesn't want to be the reason of his anger again. She had enough of his anger that he couldn't control. In the meantime, she will enjoy his company.

"Are you done, little one?" Draco asked as he tilted his head.

She frowned a little. He has a new pet name for her, 'little one'. Certainly she is not that little, is she?

"A little more," she answered without taking her eyes off.

Draco sighed. "Hurry up and come here. I've been waiting for you for a long time and we have to light a fire."

She didn't answer him; she turned around and just gave him a little smile instead. As her attention returned to the socks, she suddenly wondered who she was for Draco actually? Does she mean something to him? She can't say that they are friends. They hardly ever talked when they were at Hogwarts. It might be an acquaintance, but acquaintances may not be as intimate as they are, they share a bed after all. She frowned; did that mean she was his mistress? Was it possible that a man as young as Draco had wanted a mistress already?

It has nothing to do with being old or young, Luna. A voice in her head tells her mockingly.

She may indeed be his mistress; he also treats her like a mistress. He buys her beautiful and expensive dresses, he bombs her with jewelry at every opportunity, he gives her a roof for her shelter and he also gives her the right to decorate his estate as she likes, and the most obvious is he has sex with her, those things are mistresses materials. She suddenly felt pain in her chest; she didn't want to be his mistress. She didn't want to be any men mistress. What if one day she has his baby? Oh Good God, don't let that happen.

She pushed her thought away and studied the socks, it was perfect. She turns to Draco and he smiles seductively at her, patting his thigh lightly, it's a gesture for her to sit on his lap. This wasn't the first time she'd sat on Draco's lap, but for some reason she felt her heart beat fast.

She approaches him and as she gets close enough, he pulls her in his lap. He placed his glass of brandy on the table beside the armchair, then he cupped her face and brought it closer to his face. He kissed her tenderly, it was like she was kissed by a lover, it was sweet and made her toes curled in pleasure. His lips are soft and warm; she can taste the brandy in his mouth as their tongues exploring each other.

"How sweet are you, little one," Draco muttered between the kisses. Luna replied with a sigh into his mouth before she pulled away.

Draco smirked as he ran his fingertips over her ruddy cheek. "What do you think of when putting socks by the fireplace?" He asked. Although his voice sounded soft, Luna could sense the irritation in his voice.

She lifted up her eyes and looked at him. He never liked when she didn't look at him when she talked to him. "Nothing," she replied with a convincing smile.

Draco certainly refuse buy her excuse. Nothing is the most unreasonable excuse. "Tell me." Lost was tenderness in his voice. And he didn't ask this time but demanded. "Tell me, Luna. Do you think of another man? Potter? Longbottom?" He demanded harshly. His fingers wrapped tightly around her wrist and he glared at her.

She winced at his treatment. "It's ... It's nothing, Draco."

"Don't tell me that. Tell me what you think or I'll break your wrist." His grasp on her wrist tightened.

"Please, don't," she pleaded while holding back the pain. She was sure, tomorrow morning her wrist will bruise. His grip is like iron steel.

"Tell me," he hissed.

"I'm thinking about you. About us," she said in difficulty and she tried to pull her wrist away and he let it go. As her eyes shifted to his face, his face softened. Luna was surprised how his mood could change just in seconds. He's mad!

"About us?" His tone turned soft and sweet. "Tell me. I will love to hear it."

Luna swallowed while rubbing her wrist. "I was wondering, what am I to you? Friend or ... mistress," she said while avoiding his eyes. She is hurt and embarrassed.

Draco's laughter suddenly filled the room. His muscled arms wrapped around her waist and brought her body even closer to him. Luna could feel his body shaking as he laughed and how his muscles became more relaxed. He must have enjoyed it immensely.

"What are you to me?" He repeated as his laughter subsided and was replaced with a smirk of satisfaction. Luna nodded nervously. Then the expression on his face turned seductive while his fingers stroked her hip teasingly. He brushed his lips on her jaw line and kissed it causing her to shiver with the touch of his hot lips. "You really want to know?" He whispered hoarsely, his lips coming down her neck and giving her neck more attention, he kissed, licked, and bitten it. Luna nods helplessly. She despises him but she can't refuse the pleasure he gives. "You are my world, Luna," he whispered.

Luna shivered and pulled away. She doesn't want to get too far. She doesn't want to take risks.

Draco looked at her and stroked her cheek. "What are you afraid of?"

Luna shook her head and smiled at him. She leaned her head against his shoulder.

"There's Christmas Ball at Malfoy Manor tomorrow," Draco said suddenly. She stiffened as he mentioned Malfoy Manor. She has many unpleasant memories there, it is her nightmare. Draco could feel her body tighten. "You're still scared."

She didn't answer because she knew it wasn't a question. And she was relieved when he didn't encourage her to talk about it. He just hugged her more tightly. It's like he's offering comfort. "I don't have a dress," she finally said.

"Your dress will be sent by Madam Malkin tomorrow morning," he replied casually as he reached for the bottle of brandy and poured into his empty glass with his free hand.

"All right," she said, giving up. She can't say no to him.

"We'll have a lovely Christmas morning tomorrow before the Ball, don't worry," he reassured at the sound of her disappointed tone. He will not disappoint her of course. She has prepared everything difficulty. Look at the Christmas tree standing upright; it looks like the fairies surrounding the bloody tree. And look at those socks, look silly for him but as long as it makes her happy he doesn't mind. And not mentioning gingerbread, it tasted much better than he had expected. "You've done a great job. I will not let you down. "

Luna smiled slightly with pride. She has spent her days setting everything up for Christmas. It was tiring but at least she could forget her fate for a moment. "Thank you."

The slow music filled the ball room at Malfoy Manor; Draco hugged Luna tightly and danced with her until she could no longer be able to dance. She seems to be enjoying herself tonight. She smiles all the night and her eyes shine in happiness, even Crystal on her black mermaid gown can't beat her. And the absence of her so-called friends makes her even better. He has insisted on his mother to get rid of the wizard servants and replace them with the house elves, because he knows very well that her friend's presence can kill her slowly.

She laughs happily as he twirls her around and it makes him smile, a sincere smile. Her face flushed slightly, then he pulled her closer. "Are you all right?" He whispered while caressing her spine lovingly.

She didn't answer directly and control her breath, she laughed too much. "I'm fine," she replied. "But I'm a little thirsty."

"Let's stop then," he said. He took her hand and brought her close to the window after grabbing two glasses of wine. "Here."

Luna grabbed the wine glass from Draco and drank it without a second thought. Draco chuckled as he watched her finish a glass of wine in a second. "Here. Take mine," he said.

She smiled shyly and drank some more wine. That's enough, she thought. She already has enough wine tonight. She stared out the window and watched the snow that had thickened and covered almost all the green grass, rose bushes, and plants at Malfoy Manor. She thought the garden at Malfoy Manor would look beautiful in the spring.

"Want to go out?" Draco asked as he realized her eyes were staring out the window.

"It's snowing," she pointed out with a weak smile.

"I can handle it," he said with a smirk as he reached for his wand. His free hand took her hand and led her out to the bench. He pointed his wand at the bench and melted the snow and put the warming charm around them. But Draco thought it wasn't enough so he took off his jacket and put it around her shoulder. "Better?"

Luna smiled and nodded. She places herself on a bench and looks up at the sky. The sky looks much more beautiful in winter. The moon is hiding while the stars shine beautifully. It's like she's in another planet. She's hypnotized. One thing that brought her back to reality was the hand on her chin.

"The stars will be jealous of you knowing you are more radiant," Draco whispered, bringing her lips close to his. As their lips touched, his hand dropped to her waist and pulled her into his lap and his other hand rested on the back of her neck, making sure she kept pressing against him.

He heard her moan a little as his tongue licked her lower lip asking permission to enter. As she opened her mouth, his tongue danced in her mouth and tasted it greedily and hungrily. She tasted like wine, intoxicating.

He could feel the little Draco harden under his trouser and he grinding lightly against her buttocks. His lips left hers and traced the jaw line and down to her neck just in her pulse, he left a small kiss there. Then his lips moved into her throat, biting her flesh lightly. But that's not enough, he needs more. His mouth went down to her chest and sucked her breast against her unfriendly dress and he squeezed her other breasts. He needs more. More of her...

"Malfoy!"

Draco pulls away in surprise when someone shouts his name. He turned and found Blaise.

"What is Zabini? Don't you see I'm busy?" Draco growled irritably. He feels Luna struggling in his arms.

"This is important," Blaise said anxiously.

"What's the matter?" Draco's tone started to show concern. "Let's talk privately then," he said, letting go of Luna in his arms. "You're back inside. Stay close to my mother. You understand?"

Luna nodded. "Yes," she said before leaving the two men. But she looked at them with a suspicious and curious look before heading off and looking for Narcissa.

"What's Zabini?" Draco asked impatiently as Luna's back was out of his sight.

"You will not believe this," Blaise said. He could see how Blaise's face looked uncomfortable and panicky. Maybe he saw Dumbledore get up from the grave and demand revenge on him.

"Well, tell me then," Draco said irritably. "I hope the news is worth it, Zabini."

"The Dark Lord will be furious," Blaise muttered to himself rather than to Draco.

"You're overreacting," Draco snarled.

"Harry Potter is alive!"

Draco was sure, that moment his heart had stopped.