Happenstance

Chapter 12: Everything We'll Never Be

Sunlight filtered through the cracks of Draco's windows, shining down on Luna's face causing her to wake. The moment her eyes fluttered open, she knew that something was different. Even after only having spent a few days in her knew room, Luna was well aware that she wasn't in her own chambers. As the chill hit her, the fire having gone out many hours earlier, she snuggled back down into the warmth of the covers. That was when she felt the distinct presence of what could only be the warmth of another person's body. As his arm wrapped around her waist pulling her up against his undeniably naked body, Luna silently cursed herself, suddenly recalling the events of the previous night. She couldn't figure out what it was about Draco that made her so impulsive. It seemed like whenever she was around him her entire thought process stalled and she acted upon her first impulse which, nine times out of ten, would end up with her in his bed and/or pregnant with his child.

Realizing that he was still asleep, thanks to the calm and even puffs of breath against her cheek, Luna tried to extricate herself from his grasp without waking him. Needless to say, it didn't work. The stupid prat had been awake the entire time, so when Luna tried to wiggle out of bed, he pinned her against him.

"Morning, Sunshine," he said, laughing as he nuzzled his nose against her hair. "Sleep well?"

"Could you let go?" she asked, sounding perturbed as she continued her attempts to wrench herself from his arms.

"What's the matter?" Draco asked. Even though he already knew the answer he needed to hear her say it.

"This shouldn't have happened," she replied, as she stood up, his sheet tightly wrapped around her body. "I didn't mean for this to happen."

"So, you didn't mean for us to shag when you came up here, uninvited might I add, kissed me without provocation, and took my pants off?" Draco asked, snidely. The previous night when Luna had come up to his room he'd almost sent her away, knowing deep down that she didn't really want him, or at least she didn't know if she wanted him. But in the end, his rampant hormones, along with his denial, won out. "It seemed pretty intentional if you ask me."

"I didn't mean that I didn't know what I was doing when I came up here," she whispered, knowing that his meanness stemmed from being hurt. "I just meant that I shouldn't have come up here."

"Than why did you?" he asked, sounding just as hurt as he was.

"I found that journal you bought in one of the bags downstairs and I guess I just... I don't know, it sort of felt right."

"But it doesn't anymore, right?"

"It shouldn't have happened. But I had a fantastic time and..."

"You're absolutely right, Luna. It shouldn't have happened and it won't happen again," he snapped, standing and pulling on his boxers before walking over to his door and opening it. "I can't keep letting you get my hopes up and then crush them. Why you seem to think its okay to toy with another person's feelings like this, I'll never understand. I just hope Landon doesn't inherit that little trait of yours."

"Draco, don't be like this," Luna pleaded, not wanting her and her son's father to be bad terms.

"You're not giving me much of a choice," he replied. "Thanks for the son, but as far as I'm concerned, whatever you and I could have had is through. And that's a shame because I'm the best thing you could have ever hoped for. Some day you'll realize that and you'll be pretty pissed at yourself for mucking it up, but don't even think of coming crawling back because I'm not waiting around for you any longer... I'm done." Gesturing towards the door, Draco waited for Luna to leave before slamming the door behind her. The sound of the door slamming instantly woke Landon, who began screaming at the top of his tiny lungs. Quickly, Draco strode across the room towards the door that led to Landon's nursery. Once inside, he gathered his son into his arms and returned to his room, not wanting to run into the boy's mother just yet.

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All morning, Draco went to great lengths to avoid Luna but after calming down, he realized that they couldn't keep living like that, so he decided to call a truce. When he went to find Luna so that they could talk things through, Draco discovered that she was no where to be found. In fact, he couldn't recall having seen her since he kicked her out of his bedchambers earlier that morning. Taking a guess, Draco, with Landon resting against his chest, hurried down to the bottom level room where Luna had set up her painting room, hoping she might be down there. Just as he had expected, Luna was down there, only she wasn't painting like he would have thought she would be. Instead, she lay curled up on the settee crying. At first, Draco felt pretty bad that she was so upset, but after thinking about it, he realized that he didn't do anything wrong. She was the one who was toying with him, not the other way around; which in retrospect was a role reversal, as Draco was usually the one guilty of playing with girls' emotions. Steeling his resolve and vowing not to cave, Draco approached her. When he got halfway over to the settee, Landon decided to burp loudly and spit up on his father's shoulder which alerted Luna to their presence.

"Shit!" Luna swore, as she quickly wiped her eyes. "I forgot to feed him." Rushing over to Draco, she tried to take Landon but his father stopped her.

"I already fed him," he replied, flatly, rocking the boy gently.

"I fail to see how that's possible," she retorted, moving to take the baby again but Draco stopped her all the same.

"I bought some baby formula at the store yesterday, so I gave him that." Luna looked like she was getting ready to start asking questions, so Draco quickly continued, not really in the mood to explain it; especially since he didn't really know how. "Look Luna, I don't want us to fight and I don't want things to be tense between us either. Let's just agree that I've finally realized that there won't be a relationship between us, and call it what it is, instead of avoiding each other like the plague. I don't want Landon in that sort of environment and I'm sure you don't either."

"I don't," she whispered, the tears she had wiped away having returned.

"Why are you so upset anyway," he asked, sitting down on the settee. "If anyone should be crying their eyes out it should be me." Draco said, smirking at her playfully. "After all, you used me for a fantastic shag."

"I did not," she said, seriously, unwilling to play along with his little taunts.

"So, it wasn't fantastic," he said, fishing for compliments when he already knew the answer.

"Shut up," she whispered, trying to hide the smile that threatened to show but failing miserably. Seeing his chance, Draco stood and went to her, wrapping his free arm around her shoulders and drawing her against him.

"Friends?" he asked, after kissing her on the top of the head.

"Yes," she agreed, stepping back to a safe distance. It was becoming increasingly difficult to be around him. Every time she was, Luna was bombarded with these ridiculous feelings, all of which would lead directly to his bedchamber. "Look what came in the post today." Luna said, as she handed Draco an expensive looking black envelope. Instantly, he recognized it to be his father's stationary, the green wax seal with the Malfoy crest embossed in it giving it away. After handing Landon to his mother, Draco read the letter carefully.

"Leave it to my father to invite himself over for a house warming supper when we haven't even scheduled one," Draco said, tossing the note into the fireplace. "So, are we actually going to have this supper or do you want me to put him off?"

"As much as I'd love to avoid your father, that bit your Mum wrote made it seem like she was pretty desperate to see the baby. She's never done anything to me, so I don't want to make her suffer because your Dad's a dick. So, I'll just invite my Dad over too, and we can kill two birds with one stone."

"Alright," Draco agreed, taking Landon back from his Mum, ignoring the annoyed look on her face. Luna was really beginning to hate the fact that Draco seemingly refused to let anyone, other than himself, hold the baby, if he could avoid it. "By the way, my Dad is not a dick. He may act questionably from time to time, but he's not a dick." Though he said it jokingly, Draco really wasn't keen on Luna's insulting his father so freely. It went against everything he'd ever been taught in regards to familial pride and respecting your Pureblooded and non-blood traitor elders. The last thing he wanted was for Landon to pick up on his mother's animosity towards his grandfather. If he did, there was a pretty good chance that it would influence Landon's own opinion of Lucius and it may cause Landon to act in a similar manner. If that happened, Draco knew that his father would try to take the boy's discipline into his own hands which would then put Draco between a rock and a hard place. He'd be force to choose between his loyalty to his father and his loyalty to his son, and that was a decision he was not looking forward to making. Granted, Draco knew what his choice would always be, he still didn't like the idea of pissing his father off. Lucius Malfoy was not a man you'd want to cross.

"I don't see the difference," Luna replied, innocently. "Can you spend the day with Landon? I'll need to get to the market and prepare the meal, so I can't really watch him today."

"Absolutely," Draco replied, happily. "I wanted to take him to see Blaise and Goyle today anyway."

"I can't believe your father's only giving me a few hours notice to put something like this together. Who does that!" Luna snapped, as she wrote out the invitation to her own father and gave it to their owl.

"My Father does. Actually, I'm pretty sure he enjoys making people squirm like this," Draco said, laughing at his father's typical behavior as he bounced Landon around playfully

"That's disgusting," Luna huffed, indignantly.

"Oh, I got this thing yesterday called a breast pump that I want you to try out before you go. That way, you don't have to worry about him getting fed while you're out."

"A what?" she asked, not liking the way that sounded.

"It pumps the breast milk out of your boob and bottles it. That way, you can go about your business and Landon can still have breast milk. I'd rather him not have the formula all of the time. Granted, the Muggle's were pretty clever to come up with the stuff, but I don't trust that he won't sprout an extra arm or something if he takes in too much of it."

"You're going to have to explain this whole breast pump thing to me a bit more in depth," she said, skeptically, still not liking the idea of any sort of pump near her breast. As they returned to the upper level of the house so Draco could explain this new mechanism to her, Luna couldn't help but think about the turn her and Draco's relationship had taken. It was over. He'd finally come to terms with it and now whatever could have been, wouldn't be, and it was all her fault.

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