CHAPTER 26-The Day Before

WARNING ALERT: This chapter contains a slight rated M part. You could skip the fourth and fifth part of this chapter to avoid reading it and continue to the three last paragraphs instead :)

Draco woke up at one in the morning, his damaged chest stirring with indescribable pain. He moaned in agony, trying his hardest to ignore the stirring sting that kept on bothering him. Even though there wasn't any individual roaming around, it was bad enough that he was almost killed by Harry Potter- at least, for him. Merlin, he was left whimpering like there was no tomorrow, he deeply wonders where Potter learned such spell. He did not thought the goody two shoes had it in him.

He moved his eyes sideways, adjusting his sight just enough for him to have a glance of the pain killer resting on the side table.

With seeing the cure, he dragged himself to sit upright, groaning in frustration as he somehow did it with so much effort. He grabbed the goblet and swallowed the bitter liquid. Somehow, without a minute wasted, the medicine made it's effects; his stomach felt a weird kick and a few swirls. Warmth spread all through his digestive system and momentarily, the phenomena of having one's body jumping immediately to a comfortable trance- of knowing that one is incredibly well was felt.

He stood up, profoundly surprised to see his wand laying innocently on the opposite side of the table. He thought Potter must've kept it somehow, holding it for his advantage- he could have used it for interrogating him later on, or have it checked or even investigate any sign of dark arts being operated.

But no. Nothing.

He did not confiscate anything at all.

But.

But?

Where was-

He groaned. He knew perfectly well where he placed the silver pendant. He couldn't possibly lose it. He spoke too soon.

Harry Potter must've destroyed it, he thought. The goody two shoes must've thought it was another dark scheme Draco Malfoy, one of his nemesis, had created, and so he felt the need to destroy it.

He entered the Room Of Requirements with so much ease, he already felt familiarity whilst passing by certain hallways leading to it. At some point, he wondered if he could visit even with his eyes closed.

"Harmonia Nectere Passus" After scanning through the book Luna had brilliantly asked for, he finally had the courage to elevate whatever progress he was so hesitant to endure. A small flash of white light sparked, oozing through the cracks of the wooden cabinet. Yet, despite having the guts to chant so flawlessly, by just a blink of an eye, it died.

Dread and his nerves overcame him again. It was a cycle he thinks would never be broken. Whenever he was to act on decisions, his neuroticism was something that hinders him to win smoothly. Nevertheless now, when it was a matter of life and death.

And so he reminded him again that he had no decision on that one. He was sent to act on a task. He was not allowed to worry.

Draco clenched his fist tightly on his side, inhaling and exhaling a couple of times and then, with his talent of making the worry numb his very much alive and overwhelming nerves, he raised his wand, the encantation forming on his lips over and over again.

A brush of air touched his cheeks ever so faintly. However, he still refused to open his eyes. He was afraid the spell didn't work. He couldn't possibly and wasn't powerful enough to do such magic.

Please, he whispered to no one.

He also did not know what he was pleading for. Both fate led him to undesirable consequences. It was the matter of surviving that seemed appealing to him now.

Slowly, he dragged his eyes open.

He gasped with shock. The sketch upon the book was alive and was narrated by the cabinet in front of him. There was a single bright light circling, swirling up and down to the bottom and top. It worked.

His heart was loud against his ears and he was at loss for words. Realization after realization were piling, narrowing themselves to fit inside his brain.

It's done

I have finally done it.

There's no turning back now.

It was the twenty ninth of June when he received the news that the Headmaster left with Harry Potter. Truth to be told, he was thankful because he was given another day on his lifespan inside Hogwarts. Certainly, after all the destruction he would partake in, he would never feel the same way he had when he was just an innocent first year student. He never thought that that exact Slytherin would help get the Headmaster killed.

And so he decided that he would do everything he ever wanted right before he would truly give away whatever was left of that little boy. If he even still have any.

The Slytherin Common Room was surprisingly abandoned when he entered. But knowing Zabini, he would be in their dormitories, reviewing his statistics in Quidditch- Zabini takes his skills seriously, as well as how he does in Transfigurations and all the other subjects he secretly excels in.

As to be expected, Zabini was hanging out upon the window cell, a bunch of notes beneath his thighs.

"Zabini" he greeted.

"Malfoy"and Blaise greeted back, hiding the confusion from his voice.

"Stop staring at me like how the girl in the muggle movies would look at the guy Zabini. What? Are we having some kind of romance for a sudden?" Draco rolled his eyes and sneered.

"It depends Malfoy. Do you want to?" With such familiarity, Zabini stood up and sported a smirk upon his face. The lost friendship was found through the midst of unspoken concern and gratitude.

"You're an asshole Zabini-"

"Well, you my friend, are a slimy git"

Draco almost chuckled but covered such intimate sound with raising one eyebrow. As if unpleased. Zabini just rolled his eyes and pulled Draco in a half hearted hug- his arm wrapped around the other's shoulders.

Draco was stiff and caught off guard. But he did pat Zabini's back.

"We're cool?"

As rare as it was, it ended quite fast too. Yet, little did Zabini know, he helped the lost Slytherin ease a little.

"We're cool"

He mostly spends his time in the Room of Requirements, keeping himself busy with his task. Yet, when he entered the room, he already felt it was a tad different than the usual. He paced the room with curious eyes staring at strange books and color patterns. They weren't bad at all, quite the exact opposite actually, for they reminded him of her.

Her.

"Luna"

The shelves disappear one by one. Color by color vanished and a one whole yellow cladded armchair and blonde witch were left at the center of room

Her head was tilted slightly and her eyes were staring and waiting upon his own. Presumably, she must've expected him there and waited.

He was shocked to aniticipate the notion that she was inches away from him, waiting and glad to see his presence. He was just so certain that even if they did kiss a month ago, she would want him out of his life completely. Yes, it was unlikely of her to do so, but he was under the impression that it was the best decision they have to go to. He hurt her so badly but she still had the courage to stand in front of him, strong, brave and loving- even if he did not tell her he cares about her perhaps, more than he bargained for.

"Luna-" he began to speak, almost as if he actually prepared a speech. Yet, he was interupted as Luna launched herself to him completely and crashed her lips on his. She took him by surprise, but he easily recovered. He kissed her back with the same amount of pressure. It was a combination of warmth and hot. Her lips were dancing along his', spreading warmth along his ribcage and sending jolts of hot electricity to the tips of his nails. Accidentally, he found himself smiling. She was reviving him.

His very own guiding angel. Her very own guarding monster.

Her wings soft and wonderful, wrapped themselves around his neck. Gracefully, she opened and gave him permission to slither his way inside the garden of her mouth. He took it so willingly, his tongue snaked it's way to the land he called home but he was still a visitor from. He dived in to the familiarity of her own one, meeting halfway through the midst of their own tunnels of darkness.

Closer. He needed her closer. He was burning with his lies and extremity and she was his repentance. So soft. So beautiful.

Closer

His limbs pulled her inside, cradling her toes, smothering her into the burning skin of his chest. Her own chest crashed and tugged, applying soft touches to his burnt mark. 'I forgive you, I forgive you', it said, repeating, almost like a chant. The vital organ beneath spasmed as if her every touch resurrects what was once left from it.

"Luna-"

She spoke no word and simply smiled. She cupped his jaw and laid her soft, kind lips upon his harsh ones. Her gentle caresses pushing him, had him tumbling down-

And they were caught by the clouds. His back pressing against the white silk of the mattress.

The soft light upon them shone her head. Her halo, differing from the shadow he had below him.

He rolled over and crept on top of her. His heart thumping fast against his throat. Down, to her bare neck, he leaned in. His mouth latched upon her pulse point, feeling her heart so close to his touch. He relinquish on the tugging of her heart, counting the beats as if he was memorizing the seconds of her breath. He decided she was the epitome of what beauty lies behind the gift of life, and ironically, he was meant to destroy. He was meant to leave her soon.

She tilted her head in response, making her pale skin exposed and more welcome. He, in return, indulged, trailing his hot breath across the passage as he felt her breath enter and leave clumsily. He chuckled as her toes wrapped themselves around his waist, getting him closer, crashing him to her. He settled upon the space of her collarbones, sucking the innocent skin in appreciation. Her heart loud and pulsating faintly against her skin.

She grabbed the end of his shirt, tugging, pulling it away from his body. Her eyes lingered to his chest and immediately, he felt himself exposed. The outer skin, his shield was ripped off from him, leaving him open and inferior. As if the dark mark was not enough, Potter scarred him just for everyone to see who he truly was. He was ugly, wrong, and vile. The golden boy unchained the shadows from their confines and let them imprint themselves on his skin. Their claws faint and permanent against his perfect skin, violating his facade.

Instead, her lips were raised to a smile, her eyes looking back at him. Slowly, her hand touched the tight skin of his stomach, the warmth of her palm spreading to the cold flesh underneath. Her fingertips, magical and welcoming, stroked the bold shadows of his accident. The other hand preoccupied, it's thumb, soft and forgiving, was smoothening the dark ink that stained his soul, that brought acid to the blood in his veins. "Beautiful" she brought him close, her breath hot against the shell of his ear. He closed his eyes, the vein underneath the dark mark throbbing along his heart.

He grabbed one of the small buttons of her blouse. Automatically, her breath hitched inside her throat. The small sound pulled whatever control he had with himself and his giddy hands wrapped their digits to the small gaps of her garmet, tugging it open as her moonlight kissed skin was then exposed. His smile reached the deepness of his eyes, the cold light orbs sending shivers to Luna's spine. Without another word, he dived in to the tainted skin on the center of her collarbones and kissed it lightly. Slowly and teasingly, his lips trailed down to the valleys of her breasts. Small, gentle hands wrapped themselves behind her, her magical fingers unclasping the lock that hindered him from exploring the wonders of her chest.

He leaned closer to her face, their noses touching and standing next to the other. One by one, every inch of their very own soul and body came colliding to the other.

Chests tinted pink and limbs warm, the hidden world underneath their skins melted into one.

His rugged breath echoed to her own ones and her eyes opened themselves to find his' looking so intently to hers. Pure adoration carried itself throughout Luna's body, her heart was filled with so much familiarity and warmth for the man who gave her so much wonder.

For her, they were not the opposite. She once read about the myth on the creation of human beings; four limbs and wholesomely powerful. And with Draco and whenever they dance to the nature of humankind, everything goes bleak; her own thoughts mashing to his as his heart tugged so loud, it was the only thing she could hear. His soul, no matter what he says about it, was sheltering hers, wrapping his arms around her just to keep her safe. He was her mate, he was her one.

She bit her lower lip as Draco joined her to the pit of her core, spasming her whole body awake and pulsating with pleasure and knowingness. With her legs hanging on his hips, she pulled him closer to her, enveloping him to the cradle of her warmth. He grunted a low moan against the crook of her neck, the height of their heat was at it's peak.

Her wings, warm and inviting, wrapped him into her arms, her bare chest pressing against him. His struggling hands, calloused and cold, were buried in the secrets of her strands, holding her close, keeping her with him. He was molding inside her warmth. She was sinking in his shadows.

Air left his lungs as his eyes settled upon her peaceful face. His struggling fingers left her golden mane and snaked themselves on her jaw, his thumbs stroking the pinkish flesh of her cheeks. She in return, pushed him further to her, cradling him with four limbs around his skin. She let out one long groan and opened her dark eyes. With her gazing, there came a faint smile upon her parted lips, her breath an inch away from his own. He craned his neck and leaned on her face, his lips barely touching her own. He listened to her breathing mixing to his'. Her chest rising up to glaze upon the tightened muscles of his torso.

Then, with a rhythmic push, they came tumbling down to their precipice. He heard her whisper his name. A few times, some were louder, rougher, but all were clear and wonderful and so much pleasing. His insides were burning and he felt as if they were falling down. Her eyes, far away and ethereal, closed as stars erupted behind the darkness of her eyelids.

He rolled off of her and buried his face against the crown of her head, his eyes drifting to an unconscious state "Damn it Lovegood, you know I love you right?"

Luna's eyes widen in shock, caught off guard with the words she longed to hear. She knew deep down he does so. Yet, to finally have such phenomena made her heart figuratively melt. She evaporated, went putty in his hands, and she knows she wouldn't mind.

She stared right at his handsome sleeping face dreamily. Slowly, she brought her hand and trailed her fingertips to the sharp cheekbones, tracing swirls and patterns upon his skin. "I love you too"

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