As I have said before, I do not own Draco nor do I own Lucius or even
Luna.. As a matter of fact, I own absolutely NOTHING! Well, other than my
plot. Oh, and just so you all know, Luna is 21 and Draco is 22!
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Luna's beautiful eyes widened. "Yeah, well," she whispered, "You'd think you'd be a little more upset."
Draco snarled again. "Haven't you ever been to a wizard therapist? They take all the memories from your head. They keep them all in miniature, disposable pensieves."
"Why should I go to a therapist, Draco Lucius Malfoy? Just because my father died doesn't mean that I have lost my mind. If anyone has lost their mind around here, it is YOU!"
"Why? Anyone who has no PARENTS needs a therapist!" Draco yelled, his normally pale face turning dark red, making his rising temper more noticeable. He lifted up his paper and bent over, picking up a walking stick, which looked suspiciously like Lucius's own cobra-topped stick. The only difference was that this cobra was bronze, not silver.
"Is that your father's stick, Draco?" Luna asked with a certain kind of softness in her voice. "Do you miss him?"
Draco's malicious grey eyes grew colder. Hatred was dancing in them. "Why the Hell would I miss Lucius? I hated him. I was abused growing up. The only reason I am mad about him being on the run is that my mother moved. I liked my mother."
Just then, a boy with red hair came over. "Hey, Luna, are you coming?" The boy had many freckles and spoke with a bit of shyness.
"Just a minute, Ron," Luna said, smiling merrily. "What production are we going to see at the theater?"
Ron smiled back. "You just keep talking to your friend. It's a surprise. Plus, Ryanna is growing restless in the car." Ron looked up to see who she was shortly preoccupied with. He saw the cold grey eyes, the pale skin, and the blonde hair. He knew, almost too well, whom his fiancé was so preoccupied with. "Malfoy!"
"Weasley?" Draco snapped, looked at Luna with disgust. "Why is Weasley here, Lovegood?" Draco couldn't have been more annoyed. "And who is Ryanna?"
Luna giggled. "Well, Ryanna," she started, pausing quickly. "Ryanna is, oh, how should I word this? Ryanna is my daughter. She is, well." Luna paused again. "Let's start with why Ron is here, shall we?" She sat on the bench, still laughing. "Ron is my fiancé. Ryanna is OUR daughter. Draco's jaw dropped. "Oh."
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Luna's beautiful eyes widened. "Yeah, well," she whispered, "You'd think you'd be a little more upset."
Draco snarled again. "Haven't you ever been to a wizard therapist? They take all the memories from your head. They keep them all in miniature, disposable pensieves."
"Why should I go to a therapist, Draco Lucius Malfoy? Just because my father died doesn't mean that I have lost my mind. If anyone has lost their mind around here, it is YOU!"
"Why? Anyone who has no PARENTS needs a therapist!" Draco yelled, his normally pale face turning dark red, making his rising temper more noticeable. He lifted up his paper and bent over, picking up a walking stick, which looked suspiciously like Lucius's own cobra-topped stick. The only difference was that this cobra was bronze, not silver.
"Is that your father's stick, Draco?" Luna asked with a certain kind of softness in her voice. "Do you miss him?"
Draco's malicious grey eyes grew colder. Hatred was dancing in them. "Why the Hell would I miss Lucius? I hated him. I was abused growing up. The only reason I am mad about him being on the run is that my mother moved. I liked my mother."
Just then, a boy with red hair came over. "Hey, Luna, are you coming?" The boy had many freckles and spoke with a bit of shyness.
"Just a minute, Ron," Luna said, smiling merrily. "What production are we going to see at the theater?"
Ron smiled back. "You just keep talking to your friend. It's a surprise. Plus, Ryanna is growing restless in the car." Ron looked up to see who she was shortly preoccupied with. He saw the cold grey eyes, the pale skin, and the blonde hair. He knew, almost too well, whom his fiancé was so preoccupied with. "Malfoy!"
"Weasley?" Draco snapped, looked at Luna with disgust. "Why is Weasley here, Lovegood?" Draco couldn't have been more annoyed. "And who is Ryanna?"
Luna giggled. "Well, Ryanna," she started, pausing quickly. "Ryanna is, oh, how should I word this? Ryanna is my daughter. She is, well." Luna paused again. "Let's start with why Ron is here, shall we?" She sat on the bench, still laughing. "Ron is my fiancé. Ryanna is OUR daughter. Draco's jaw dropped. "Oh."