So I'm thinking about writing something druna related after this story is finished. Can you guys choose any from the following? drabbles, one shots, one shots or a 'moments' sequel from this story, one shots inspired by songs, or a novel/long shot- but with what kind of genre? fantasy or angst/fluff?. But I cannot promise you a monthly update though, since I will be in college when that time comes.. But please do choose :)

Chapter 53- The Test part I

Blaise huffed out a huge exhale, working on his tensed nerves as they pry- they're intertwining tightly unto one another. He was staring blankly at the door knob, his eyes questioning it's motives as it burns with cold danger. From where he is standing, he already felt the big leap that he is about to make; he knows and craves for accomplishment, truly hoping that they could get out of this mess.

There is no backing out now, his only path is in this one dark room filled with uncertainty.

Draco entered the door of his room, the one back in the Malfoy Manor. He was unprepared- nervous of what is inside. Would the darkness lurking within torture him? Have him give up with a mind broken and abused? Is this his punishment disguised as a one way ticket back to his earthly body?

Or is this some sort of lesson?

He took a wobbly step inside, his own pale self entering the darkness he is so familiar of.

What he saw was something he had never imagined. He had thought he would be sent into another dimension where fire is blazing and endless persecution would be given; he thought he was going straight to a mild version of hell. But instead, he is inside a Slytherin green wallpapered room filled with photo frames containing various moments taken from his memories.

'Never let go of the happy moments Draco, you will need them once you're in the room of uncertainty'

"Hullo, you must be Draco, you are quite famous-" There's a melodic tone that startled the blond boy. Instinct and reflex made him roll his eyes with annoyance; here he was relaxing and having the opportunity to escape Daphne Greengrass's annoying babbles, but now, some sort of creeper would disturb his solitude? Whipping his head and with expression comical, he glared face to face with no other than the blonde loony. He have had heard about her, all that crazy rumors and stories about her being as mad as her father. But unfortunately-not that he minds, he does not know her name. Nobody in Slytherin actually greets her with sincerity, to everyone, she is just Loony or Lovegood. But what is exactly the difference between those two anyway?

But really though,what business does he have with the likes of her? What does she need? Is she going to kill him for what his father have done? Or worse; Is she having this nauseatic giggly girly crush over him that she would most likely confess? Oh Merlin, please no.

"Who are you to call me by my first name? Are you one of them? These bloody hormonal stalkers, getting creepier each day-" He sneered at her, his eyes fighting the urge to look at her bruised bottom lip, knowing who had caused it.

"Stalker? Oh dear no, I am talking about the wrackspurts, they are enjoying their stay in your head you know. My daddy-"

"I don't want to know about the silly things inside the head of yours. And why are you talking to me? Leave me alone, Loony" The loony girl shrugged, placing her weird spectacles back on the bridge of her nose. Pulling her wand from her ear, her small fingers grasped it with an enchantment falling from her lips.

"I'm sorry" she said half heartedly whilst pointing her wand at the top of his head.

"What the hell Loony?" He jumped, startled as some sparks appeared. The girl, however stood still, confusion written all over her wide eyes hidden beneath her spectacles. When he had recovered, he grabbed her wrist tightly, glaring at her with annoyance and anger. Who is she to-

"I caught them, they will leave you alone but it would be just for a little while. Try not to worry Draco. For now, everything might not make sense, but your father would be alright. It is always better to choose what's the right path instead of what is easy, and it is quite brave of him to fight for what he thinks is right." she smiled at him without any hidden malice, making the hot rage evaporate to their normal state. He scoffed, but inside, he was impressed and surprised that the lunatic everybody's been making fun of is actually wiser than the lot of them. If you let her words act like metaphors.

"Well I must be going now Draco. Oh, and it's Luna by the way. Some call me Loony- funny, they seem to always mistake the 'a' to a 'y'. But that's alright, it must be the wrackspurts right? Anyway, good bye now!" He stared dumbfounded with her skipping figure, wondering why and how Loon-with a 'y' can take all of these name calling and childish bullying. Certainly, that girl cannot be thick, she is just mindlessly empathic and mature- in some places.

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And wait, when did she even placed a cork necklace around his neck?

He laughed at the thought of how he had treated her back then. If somebody would've had the chance to tell his old self that he would someday fall inlove with so called Loony Lovegood, he would've punched them for insulting him.

Looking back, he realized that he had actually changed dramatically. Back in that memory, he looked young, actually living the life of being the so called Slytherin Prince, the stress haven't quite settled in just yet. And Luna, that impossible girl, grew with wisdom and grace, yet in her youthful and 'let live' attitude, she still have not changed,with the same serene eyes, serene lips, serene smile, she remained the same.

He slide his index finger to the top of the picture frames, his eyes darting back and forth to each of them

"Mum, do you love father?" a nine year old version of Draco asked. It was tea time with mum, a favorite pastime that he has that he decided to keep as a secret. His father would always call him a mummy's boy, but he's quite certain that it's because father's always away doing things his innocent mind doesn't understand. Besides, his mother is his most precious gem, something or someone he would fight for and would love forever. Even though they have an image to uphold, she does everything just to make him happy, he truly feels and is thankful for all of that.

"Why do you want to know Draco?" she is as beautiful as the apple blossoms that grow in their garden. With elegance and grace, she simply knows how to carry herself without even trying.

"Because he taught me that our bloodline marries according to the agreement of the parents, to prosper the wealth and power. Are you happy, Mum?" the blonde woman smiled sympathetically, her eyes that are rarely showing any emotion opened, only for her little boy and impossible husband to see.

"Oh Draco, I am. Not at first mind you, but somehow, I am. I do love your father you know." he raised his eyebrow slightly, deeply entranced in his thinking. Narcissa squeezed his hand affectionately, analyzing every sharp feature that he has, finding another trait Lucius had passed to his son. They are just so alike that she can't help but to smile in contentment.

"But do not fear the future darling, I will not allow you to marry against your will. You will find a fair witch for you, someone you could spend your life being inlove with. Someone who would accept you as the way you are and would stick with you even in your darkest times"

He stepped back, marveling at the thought of having Luna in his life. Although they met in the most unfortunate time, he wouldn't trade it to anything. She had found him and lifted him up through all of these thick layers of difficulty, surely she is a beacon of light in his dark and messed up world. She is his key to end all of these. He just needs to believe and rely on how he feels rather than believing in his apathetic mind.

Clementine blinked curiously right at him, her icy blue eyes locked with his as a pang of familiarity hit them both. Her features had became clearer and detailed with just a spun of a week since her birth. It was marvelous, breathtaking even. Those eyes that had been often closed are alive and have the lightest blue hue that he have ever seen; right from the start, Luna said that Clementine would look alot like him, but these eyes that look at him held her mother's innocence, her trust that he prays he would never break.

"I would spoil you rotten, I'm sure of it" he greeted her with a rare smile, his hands holding her small fists inside his warm palms. Upon seeing her father's action, Clementine stared cross-eyed at the movement of his lips, seemingly curious with the newfound data that is five inches away from her still blurry eyesight. Unknowingly, her mouth opened and flexed, trying to copy his work. With her obvious attempt, Draco laughed wholeheartedly, his chest vibrating with her atop of it. Unalarmed and a newbie with the sensation, Clementine grabbed Draco's chin in an instance, her little fingers tracing and grabbing clumsily at his skin.

"Don't tell that to your mum though-" he sat upright at the medium sized bed in the cottage, bringing her along with him."-she thinks it's not right to spoil you with everything" He raised her standing up, both of his long hands supporting her sides. She waved her hands infront of her, in between their distance as he raised his light eyebrow, testing her patience. She tried to inch a bit closer, her hand reaching up to him, but even if he dreads to do it, he held her back. He just wants to know his daughter's blossoming personality, and where she gets them from, after all. After a few attempts, she set her hands to his wrists, turned the grip limp and stared right at him. He again, raised his eyebrow.

Clementine looked at his eyes, then to his eyebrow, stopping at it for a long time. For a moment, none of the two moved, challenging each other with their eagerness to know new things from one another. Then, her thin and still growing eyebrows quivered and the right one raised a small bit. And as soon as it happened, it fell so suddenly.

"You're going to be such a daddy's girl aren't you?"

The room quivered, and it made him step back. Eyes wide and alarmed, he grabbed for the picture frame, but it turned red and hot inside his palms. With his reflexes, his hands shrugged the picture frame away. As it fell, the picture frames shivers quite violently, shaking with such intensity that some, the lighter ones, those ones that seem to be more meaningless than the others, fell broken to the ground.

The sound of the crashes were loud, shards of glasses bouncing in slow motion as they twist and turn, sharp and deadly, to the air. His feet backed away with fear, his whole surrounding that was once Slytherin-typed filled with picture frames was being pulled by an invisible force on the right side of the room. Slowly, against the contrast of the shards, the room turned into a dark and empty dungeon.

He should feel calm, he should feel in place. It is not an odd occurrence if some weird things would happen in his surroundings. He lives in a world full of magic and mischief, but in this dimension, he does not feel any sign of calmness at all. He feels trapped; useless and abandoned. It felt like he has been swallowed whole by his own deep and well-locked thoughts, those thoughts that are still being the hindrance of letting all the weight in his shoulders go.

He feels suffocated. Breathless. Choking.

The ground lightened, blinding him with bright white as he shields his eyes with his wrist. The clutters of the shards reacted viciously, aware with the new arrival of presence along them. Behind his wrist, he heard a small whimper, a tortured groan from no other than the new comer in the room.

"Draco, I'm scared for you" Her voice echoed throughout the room, repeating itself through his ears. The room feels cold aside from the warmth on his chest. "Draco" he removed his wrist away, and he saw the petite girl sitting with eyes wide as saucers, the shards of glass surrounded themselves to her with their tips glistering without light.

"Don't move Luna, I'll come and get you" He said, but Luna just sat still and smiled sympathetically, her blonde curls dangling from her head.

"Draco? Are you there?" The blonde whipped her head to the opposite direction from where he stands, as if she did not hear his reassurance. Sensing her sudden action, the shards whirled faster than they did before, but to the girl below them, she seemed to be oblivious.

He looked at the fragment of Luna sitting innocently on the floor. He had realized that this Luna is his version of the one that was before the war. That one moment when they're both in bed, pretending to be two normal teenagers without anything to worry about except their teenage dramas. His wise little bird, with her hair tousled about and eyes half lidded with sleep, sat there with the sheets covering her body, looking at him with concern and pure adoration.

"Luna" he uttered her name, his chest quivering with the sense of longing. Missing her eyes, craving her smiles. In this moment, it felt like it was a century ago when he had last touched her.

Desperation hit him, and so he ran to meet her. The room quivered as a thunder struck hit, flashes of green appeared but disappeared quickly.

As soon as he got there, his knees gave in with what he saw. The version of Luna a while ago changed into the version of her, weak, thin with cuts and bruises scattered all over her skin. A sudden pang of guilt was placed heavily unto his shoulders. He should've done something when he could, but he did not. He let her starve and endanger herself in his cellar. He doesn't deserve her- Oh, he will never deserve her.

"Draco, it's okay. it's not your-" she was about to speak when the room quivered again.

It's all my fault

Then, he sat silent, the Luna infront of him changed with the version of her, heavily pregnant but with her face hurt with the revelation of finding out about the bet.

"Draco, what should we do?"

So this is all a bet? Well, congratulations Malfoy

The two versions of Luna Lovegood's voice rung, shouting back and forth from each sides of the dark room.

He bowed down, ashamed with himself for even looking, let alone, crave for her. He had done this without even thinking of the consequences. How could he have been so selfish? he had already hurt her for using her just to prove his pride, but now, he marked her as his, permanently, because he can't let her go?

It's all my fault

Then, the shards of glass fell down limply unto their sides. He felt the room throb with anticipation, waiting for him. But he did not move, overly accustomed with the weight hanging on his shoulders. Slowly, Luna's face changed. Her sad, betrayed eyes went blank with horror and mouth opened slightly in disbelief.

There was a loud slap coming next to her, then there's a feeling of falling.

The Luna that was sitting down a while ago was being pulled down by a quick invisible hand. She then, lied helpless on the floor, her ragged breaths imitating how his' were doing. Instinct and de ja vu had come up to him and he immediately glanced on the lower part of her body. To his horror, he saw droplets of faint blood leaking from the crotch of her trousers.

It's all my fault

He wrapped his arms tightly unto her, burying his nose on her hair that once has the smell of lavender or jasmine. A second or two, Luna turned limp inside his arms, the color of her hair turning white as so was her whole body. Then, as quick as how the thunder could come, she slipped right through his skin.

He screamed, his whole body shivering with unshed cries. He felt like the time and gravity had stopped working for him. The darkness of the room erupted with white as a huge thunder hit the never ending blankness. Everything around him fell, as well as Luna who's joining the others, all lifeless and remoted.

He jumped, yelling a harsh pleas of no as he followed her through the dark.

Luna's eyes remained blank but there were tears leaving a trail to the direction that her falling body passes by. Her hand was raised up to reach desperately for his, but to his horror, she was too far away from arm's reach. "Draco, Draco!" though her mouth remained opened without any voice, the room echoed with hers, sounding helpless, hopeless and raw.

"Luna!"

It's all my fault

She fell with her back slapping first unto the ground, her arms hanging limply to her sides and hair splattered messily to wild angles, she looked like a china doll being shattered but was poorly glued together. If he had just fell first, he could've done something. Anything.

Through his disappointment, the gravity in his nightmare floated him down softly, the room tugging along with how his heart is probably feeling now.

"Draco, you promised you wouldn't leave us"

It's all my fault

The broken porcelain creature disappeared through mist, and his haunted eyes did nothing but stare at where she once was. He clenched, and unclenched his weak muscles, feeling tired with the hatred to himself. Crouching down, he sat with his back straight, wrapping his arms tightly to his knees as the room went darker than it could possibly be.

Narcissa Malfoy appeared right across his eyelids, her face whipping to the left side as a smack could be heard. The ring that marked it's way to Narcissa's cheek fell from his father's finger, rolling down to reach his shoe.

Draco inched closer to his back, hitting a dead end as he bowed down with tears threatening to fall.

"Get a grip Narcissa, Draco is our only chance!" his father's voice echoed, the desperation and anger lingering to his words.

"But he's just a boy Lucius. Our boy."

"And he is just like me. A Death Eater. A murderer"

It's all my fault

Narcissa crouched down infront of him, his motherly affection glistering through the tears that were on her eyelids. She just sat silent, the side of her lip bleeding but she did not care. And in that moment, the thunder erupted again, criss crossing straight to the gap that he and his mother has.

Once the blinding light was gone-as well as taking his mother away, the room shifted smaller, inching itself, drawing in with invisible walls.

"Help me" Ms. Burbage laid panting on the ground, her tortured eyes seeking for his help

'It's all my fault'

"Help-" he closed his eyes as the hissing and screams pierced through his ears. His bottom lip quivered, but he is too afraid to let the tears fall. Too afraid to know that all of these had been real and he was the one who caused them.

"Let me help you" A new persona came, even without opening his eyes, he knows his next visitor just by his voice. Professor Dumbledore's soft words tugged violently on his heart. His feet curling desperately to shield out the thoughts from getting in.

Then, there was a sound of a body meeting the ground.

Thunders and lightning bolted right to his surroundings, the heavy downpour of rain blocking his eyelids from opening.

It's all my fault

"All my life I wish I could've been you" Crabbe's betrayed voice lingered. He closed his ears violently, his palms full of sweat were being pressed tightly to block all of the words out.

It's all my fault

"I've looked up on you Malfoy"

It's all my fault

"You don't deserve her Malfoy"

"Ferret"

"Death Eater"

"Murderer"

"Killer"

"Faithful servants deserve a reward don't they young Malfoy?"

Stop

Letting go, he let out a heavy sob, burying his face in his arms as the guilt and the hatred felt heavy in his chest. The room's light flickered slowly, as if it was on the verge of quitting. Looking at it, his face fell to blankness. What is it doing? What does this room serve again?

Turning his head to his sides, he raised his hand to touch his cold cheek.

Why is he crying?

And what is he doing here?

Please kindly leave a review? :( they lift up the writer's mood and help them get inspired ya kno'!. Please give me atleast 4 please? I'm craving for some reassurance for the sad chapters lately. Life's just.. ufgh.

But it will get better soon!. Behind these upsetting chapters would be the rainbow, fluffly ones coming.

Thankyou for reading and for the support. Sorry for the grammatical mistakes or if this chapter got you bored.