WARNING! - GRAMMATICAL ERRORS AND SPELLING MISTAKES! DON'T READ IT IF YOU CANNOT STAND IT!

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A/N - Hello everyone, I'm glad to be back and share my new story. It has been a long time since I wrote a fanfiction, I have lost a bit of my ability to write, but since I was off from college I decided to post a new story. This story takes place in 1825 in England, and obviously this is a Muggle/AU story. Lately, I was obsessed with historical romance novels, so I tried writing one with Luna and Draco as the main characters. All titles in this story (Duke of Sterling and Viscount of Webster, etc) are purely the result of my imagination, I don't know whether the titles really exist in real life or not. I hope you like it. Enjoy.

Chapter 1

Derbyshire, 1825

Draco Malfoy, the eighth Duke of Sterling, hated waiting, he was impatient, and he hated wasting time. He sat in an arm chair while waiting for his friend, Theodore Nott, Viscount of Webster. Unfortunately, the Viscount had suffered an accident some time ago, he fell from his stallion while hunting. He only received the news a week after, after the Viscount had almost recovered. But who can blame him? He is busy restoring the glory of the Malfoy. Thanks to his father.

Years ago, Lucius Malfoy, the seventh Duke of Sterling, joined a man called the 'Dark Lord'. The Dark Lord has many followers, most of his followers are those who don't accept the presence of commoners in their 'world'. They did horrible things, kidnapped and killed those who didn't have royal blood. His father had joined the Dark Lord since Draco wasn't born yet. Unfortunately, eleven years ago his father was arrested along with other Dark Lord followers, they were taken to the Newgate, after two years waiting for his fate, Lucius Malfoy was found dead, he committed suicide by hanging himself. He refused to apologize to the commoners, he thought that he was right, he knew he would be hanged for the crime he committed, and before that happened, he would rather kill himself, it was easier he said.

But that doesn't mean it over, to pay for the crime that has been committed, Draco and his mother, Narcissa Malfoy, the Duchess of Sterling, are supposed to provide compensation money to the families of the victims. Since his father was the Dark Lord's right-hand man, they paid a heavy price for it. Almost all of the Duke of Sterling's money was used up to pay compensation, even he and his mother had to sell some property for more money. Now, they don't have much money or property, even his mother's jewellery must be sold to pay the staff salaries. They only have a Manor in London and a Cottage in Yorkshire. Now he must find an heiress and get married before things get worse. But this season, no heiress is rich enough to restore the glory of the Malfoy and Duke of Sterling.

Not only is he short of money, he and his mother must bear the shame. He didn't really care much, but his mother could hardly bear the shame. After what happened, she chose to live in Yorkshire, at least in the village people are less poisonous than in London. But he could still see his mother's sadness every time he visited. His mother loved London, loved balls and hung out with influential women, loved fashion, and all the glamorous things London had to offer. After what happened, things changed and his mother had to adjust in the village.

"It's an honor you came to visit, Malfoy." A voice startled Draco from his thought. Sometimes people call him Malfoy or Sterling, it depends on how close their relationship is.

"You've recovered, I see," Draco murmured dryly.

Nott snorted, "it's been a week," he said, taking a seat opposite Draco.

"I'm busy hunting an heiress in London," Draco said. Theodore Nott's father was also a follower of the Dark Lord, and was jailed for years before he died of influenza three years ago. Strangely, everything easier to him. He and Nott have been friends since they went to Eton together. They protect each other from bullies. They were bullied because of what their father did, but they got through it since they are end up as the bully sometime.

"Still not giving up?"

"I need an heiress to restore the glory of my family, things are getting worse."

"You can take a loan from me, I have offered you a long time ago, but damn your pride." Nott shook his head.

"You don't understand, taking a loan is different."

"How is it different? I don't understand how your bloody brain works."

Draco decided to ignore him. They had argued about this many times, and he always gave the same answer. Taking care of his family is his responsibility, especially he is the current head of the family, he'll be damned if he lets others interfere.

"So how did you fall while hunting? That doesn't sound like you," he changed the subject.

Nott isn't stupid, Draco tried to change the subject, bloody stubborn, he thought. "A terrier surprised Midnight." Midnight is Nott's stallion.

"A terrier?"

"The dog suddenly runs and barks madly."

"Ahh... The dog has an owner, I pressume."

"Yes, the village wise woman is the owner of the dog."

Suddenly someone knocked on the door, "Good afternoon, my lord, your grace," said Harris, the butler.

Draco nodded at Harris.

"Good afternoon, Harris," said the Viscount.

"Miss Lovegood is here, my lord."

"Good, my head is getting dizzy. Please, tell her to wait in the white drawing room, I'll be there shortly."

"Very good, my lord," Harris said, bowing slightly before closing the red drawing room door.

"You mean Miss Lovegood, the daughter of the mad zoologist Xenophilius Lovegood?" Draco said stunned. Xenophilius Lovegood is famous for his madness, he always says things that don't make sense, he also has his own printing press and his own magazine, The Quibbler, to talk about strange animals that can make a human head fuzzy. He is the laughing stock of society. But strangely there are people who believe him and his nonsense. Once, he overheard the ladies' conversation that Xenophilius Lovegood had gone mad since his wife died because of her own potion.

"You're crazy, aren't you?"

"You've listened to rumours, haven't you?"

"Rumours? There are no rumours that are facts. And you never said the Lovegood lives in your land."

"There's nothing to say, Malfoy. Mr. Lovegood might be a little crazy, but his daughter is totally sane even though she's a bit dreamy."

"Good God," Draco said in disbelief. Of all his friends Nott is the most soft-hearted man, he knows Nott is just trying to be nice at the Lovegood chit.

"She helped me by giving a potion for my head. There's nothing to worry about, the girl knows about herbs and how to mix them into potions."

"So is her mother, but she died because of her own potion," Draco sneerd.

"You know that there are rumors among my tenants that Mrs. Lovegood died not because her own fault. Some say someone killed her. Because they found English Yew, the tree of death, at the Lovegood cottage."

"And you believe that?" Draco said sarcastically.

"I was too young to believe at the time, but when I found out about the Lovegood from Nursy, Miss Lovegood's nanny, I knew someone had killed her."

"Damn it, Nott, I think you haven't recovered yet," Draco rubbed his face, he was tired. The journey to here wasn't easy, it took three days and now he had to go through this nonsense conversation. "I will go to sleep, you better greet your guest."

"That's what I'll do. Harris will show you where your room is," Nott said dryly, then left the red drawing room.

Draco shook his head in disbelief. The older they get, the more Nott changes, he less mischief, less partying. He obviously took his role very seriously as the Viscount of Webster. He had left London many months ago to take care of his tenants, and it seemed he had no plans to return except to find a wife. He has become the proper gentleman. Unlike Draco, he still likes to have fun, looking for women who are more than willing to warm his bed, unmarried, married, or even widowed, he doesn't care as long as he gets his pleasure.

...

"Thank you, Mr. Harris, you are very kind," Luna said when Mr. Harris brought her tea and scones. "Mrs. Harris scones are very good indeed."

Harris smiled, "thank you, Miss, I will tell my wife that you love her scone." Mr. and Mrs. Harris is two of the few people who treat Luna kindly and she really likes them. Maybe other people have to be careful with the Nargles so they will stop being mean to her, Luna thought. "The Viscount will come here shortly, Miss."

Luna nodded, "I'll wait."

Mr. Harris smiled at her and left the drawing room. While nibbling her scone, Luna looks out the window and sees Berry, her dog, playing with Andrew the footman. Berry barks madly when Andrew throws a stick. Luna thinks that she needs to discipline Berry about barking, for small dog he barks very loudly. She didn't know how many people had been shocked by Berry's barking. But Berry is a good dog, he likes to play and swim. She found him in the river, almost drowning, obviously someone was trying to drown the poor dog. She saved him and took him home to be treated. He was a very small puppy at the time, very thin, Luna was afraid she wouldn't be able to save him. But she still tried, in the end Berry was healthy, but it took a long time so that he was no longer afraid of water.

"Good afternoon, Luna."

Luna was surprised when she heard the Viscount's voice, "I didn't hear you entered"

"You looked out the window seriously. Is that Berry?"

Luna nodded, then sipped her tea. "I noticed that he barking very loudly."

"Yes, he is," Nott said.

"What about your head, my lord?"

"So, you call me 'my lord' now?" Said Nott. "Do you still feel guilty about my accident?"

Luna nodded. The Viscount was her friend and her land lord, he said so, but she still felt guilty when she discovered the Viscount had fallen from his horse, because his horse was shocked by Berry's barking.

"There's no need to feel guilty, Berry doesn't plan to surprise Midnight," Nott assured. The poor girl has been different since his accident, he thought. "Nothing serious has happened, maybe my headache is bothering me, apart from that everything is fine."

Luna sighed, "I'm relieved to hear that," she murmured. She reached for her basket and reached for a pouch. "This is your potion, Theo. I made it more mild than before."

"Good, the other one taste bitter, even my throat refuses it," Nott said as he reached for the pouch. "Thank you, Luna."

Luna nodded. "I saw a stallion in the stable. Is he new? He's pretty."

"No, he belongs to my guest from London."

"London? How lovely, I always wanted to visit London. But Daddy always said London was full of Nargels and Wrackspurts."

Nott smiled, he didn't know what Nargles or Wrackspurts were, but he never said anything about it.

"Are you going to go somewhere else after this?" He glanced at his basket, full of bags of potion and lemon drops.

Luna nodded. "Oh, yes, I'm going to visit Mrs. Wells, she just gave birth to a daughter. She needs a tonic so she can heal faster. Poor Mrs. Wells, she has a husband but her husband never cared about her and her daughters," she said softly. "Mr. Wells always wants a son, you know, he doesn't even want to touch his newborn daugther."

"You will tell me if something happens to Mrs. Wells, wiil you?" Luna has become his eyes so he can control his tenants. Luna is not easy to judge someone, if she is careful or suspicious of someone and he is too.

"Well then, I'll continue my journey. Mrs. Wells must have been waiting for me," she said as she stood up then reached for her basket.

Nott eyeing Luna in surprise. "You're not wearing your cloak? It's cold outside."

Luna looked astonished, "you're right, I forgot to wear my cloak today," she said innocently.

Nott sighed, she could act older than her actual age but sometimes she could also act younger than her age. He will never understand her, no matter how hard he tries.

"I still have your cloak that you left last week. I bet they keep it."

"Oh, thank you, you are very kind. I always forget where I keep my things."

Nott just smiled.

"I want to meet your friend," Luna said when they were outside and when she was wearing her cloak.

Nott frowned. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"Why? Does he think I'm crazy like my father?" She looked up at him and asked.

Nott swallowed. He doesn't want to hurt her, she's sweet and naive, but he doesn't like to lie. So it's better to tell the truth, other than that the Duke and Luna might not meet. He was sure that Malfoy would return to London tomorrow or maybe the day after tomorrow, he had an heiress to look for. "Yes, Luna, he does."

"Well, I don't think the rumors will reach London. I suspect my father is very famous, right?" She smiled broadly at him.

Until the next week :)