Poor Draco
Luna glanced at her watch, waiting for the right time. It had to be perfect. It had to be when he was alone, when no-one was around that she approached him.
She had waited patiently, and today was the day that she would finally make Draco Malfoy hers.
At the Ministry he was always surrounded. She wouldn't be able to get into his office, but once a week he headed out into Muggle London, cutting through this alleyway. Today was that day.
Right on schedule, a blonde figure appeared, giving her an odd glance on his way past.
"Stupify," she whispered, turning around and causing the young Malfoy to fall to the ground.
...oOo...
Malfoy's eyes flickered open and his head hurt. He felt like he had hit it against something. He went to touch it but wasn't able to move his arms. Glancing down, he saw ropes binding him to the chair and immediately panicked.
"Draco, how nice of you to join me for dinner," came a soft voice. "I've been meaning to ask you for a long time."
Draco looked up at the girl walking past his chair.
"Lovegood?"
She slipped into a chair facing and smiled. "You know who I am," she replied dreamily. "I knew you would."
"What... why am I bound? Where is my wand?" He asked, angrily.
"Oh, you won't need your wand for dinner," she told him. She waved her own wand and the ropes around his arms disappeared, though his body and legs were still tied to the chair. "Now, what would you like to eat?"
"Nothing, I want to go home," he snapped.
"Nothing?" She whispered to herself. With a shrug, she began to serve herself some food from the bowls in the middle of the table. The delicious smells making Draco's stomach rumble, but he refused to eat.
After she had finished she made another offer, but Draco refused, hoping she would allow him to go home.
"Stupify."
...oOo...
This time he didn't have a headache when waking up. He found himself on the sofa, unable to move a muscle as Luna sat next to him, reading her book.
"Isn't this nice?" she asked, with a contented sigh.
"Where's your father?" Draco asked, trying to look around.
"He's dead," she said, closing her book.
Draco's last shread of hope that there was someone saner than Luna Lovegood there diminished.
"Remember, you sent flowers," she reminded him.
Draco held back his groan. In his campaign to fix his family name, he had been reaching out to the community. His secretary must have sent Luna flowers from him.
"They were lovely, I've never received flowers before, but I've always wanted them. I realised how well you knew me."
"Yeah and you're going to let me go home, right?" he asked, hopefully.
"This is a date," she replied. "You can't go home until after midnight, and it's only nine. Are you hungry?" She picked up a plate from the table.
Draco stared at the plate, realising he was going to be there for a while. He was starving as he had missed lunch.
"Give me that sandwich," he replied, sighing.
...oOo...
Draco had no way to know what time it was, all he knew was that Lovegood was using him as a pillow to cuddle into as she read her book. She had tried to engage him in conversation, but he barely responded, hoping that she would find him a dull date and let him go home.
He snarled as her hand slipped inside his and held it.
"It would be nice to get a picture of us together," Luna decided. With a flick of her wand, a camera was floating in front of them, seconds later a picture snapped.
"You didn't smile," Luna said, sadly. "Don't worry Draco, we'll just keep trying until we have a perfect picture of how happy we are. It'll be perfect to show our future children."
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Written for:
Fanfic Dominoes Game - Draco/Luna
Bot Battles Challenge - "Give me that sandwich"
Rummikub Game Challenge - Getting kidnapped by a rival
Riddle Me This Challenge - Who is Luna having Dinner with? Draco.
Ring of Fire/King's Cup Challenge - Waterfall 600 words (with 10% leeway) Fluff. Must contain or talk about a death.
