I am sorry for not updating for… a while… but there have been several things that have happened. Exams… sigh… and yes, that counts as several things if you have four of them… in a row… and your fingers hurt … a lot… lol…
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Rain fell, covering the body of Luna Granger with a layer of water, a shroud.
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The rain beat against her window. She frowned in her sleep, her pink mouth pursed. Slowly, the wrinkles in her forehead smoothed themselves and she opened her eyes.
She looked around her room. Even though Draco had made it quite clear it belonged to her, it still had a surreal quality to it.
"Good morning." A soft voice said.
She looked around and saw Draco standing at the foot of her bed, a smile playing around the edges of his mouth. He looked… different. There seemed to be a hardness in the edge of his mouth she hadn't seen before.
She nodded at him.
She was kissing him back. She let herself out through the kiss, her lips melding to his in perfect bliss. She didn't think, didn't open her eyes. All she knew was the warmth that was enveloping her. Whether or not it was right didn't matter. All that mattered was now.
She blinked. She couldn't stop remembering his kiss, the hot fire that swept through her veins.
He looked at her quizzically. She gave him a weary smile and lifted her hand to grasp the necklace she always wore. She found it, but her chest seemed unnaturally warm.
She looked down to see her bodice ripped from its top to her waist. Her body, in all its glory, was bare for him to see.
"Get out!" she shrieked, while ripping sheets up to preserve her modesty, "Pig, disgusting! Get out you son of a…" She stopped herself. Even if she was mad, she could not act as anything less than a lady.
He smirked.
Screw being a lady; "Get the hell out of my room!" She pointed to the door.
He bowed, and turned, " I will see you in the dining hall later. I trust you will find a less revealing dress to wear, Madame."
She glared and threw a pillow at him, which he neatly dodged. She could hear his laughter as he closed the door.
She muttered several choice words under her breath as she strode to the closet. She pulled the door open and nearly gasped. There were hundreds of dresses, of every colour.
She looked over them, occasionally murmuring to herself, "No… pretty… yes, yes, I'll wear this one."
She pulled out a midnight blue floor length gown and held it against her. She twirled, and watched the skirt fly up around her in a cloud.
She put it on the bed and looked down at herself. Bare. She shook her head. No wonder he was so eager for her to wake up.
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He came back later that day, to stand at her door and murmur apologies in an amused tone.
She opened the door to see him quickly hide a smile. She glared at him, but couldn't help the little grin that tugged at her mouth.
"Would you care to go for a walk? " he asked her, and held out his arm.
Still glaring at him, she took it and allowed him to escort her down the hall, though the front doors.
The rain had stopped, and it covered the earth in a dewy shroud. The sun shone gently, and warmed her face with its sweet caress. She looked curiously at Draco. Were the rumors not that a vampyre would die in the sunlight? She found him looking at her, smiling.
"Sunlight has no effect on me." He said to her unasked question. She shrugged noncommittally.
"I am sorry, Hermione." He said softly.
She looked at him out of the corer of her eye. He was looking at her mischievously, " I mean, I am sorry for offending your… honour…" his tone made it clear what he thought of her honour, " But I am not sorry for looking." He added, in a softer tone.
She slapped his arm, not hard, but enough that he looked at her, "If you ever do it again…." She trailed off.
"Do what?" He asked, "I did not rip it. I found my eyes drawn to…" If a vampyre could blush, he was blushing, "Your… beauty."
"Yes, my beauty." She said sarcastically.
"Your large wealth of beauty."
She had to stop herself from laughing.
He swept her up and kissed her again, with all the fiery passion that had been at the lake. She kissed him back.
When they stopped, she stood of her toes to reach his chin. His sweet, cold skin was like an addiction to her. She kissed the corner of his mouth, and darted out of his arms to run, enticing him to chase.
He followed. He ran slowly, but still fast enough to catch her in his arms, giggling.
He put her down and bowed to her gravely, "M'lady." He said, kissing her hand.
But she was not listening. Instead, her eyes were drawn to a piece of cloth, fluttering in the grass. She walked away from him and picked up the cloth. Black. But there was something on it. Something that smelled metallic.
She walked towards the great stone table, ignoring his call for her to come back. As she drew nearer, she saw a slipper. A white slipper. She walked towards it and saw that a body lay beside it.
She ran the last bit. She was beside the body. The girls' hair was the brightest gold, and her eyes were closed.
"Luna." She said in a strangled voice.
He caught her, and held her against his chest, "Luna." She wailed, beating him with her small fists, " What did you do to Luna?"
He watched her, forehead wrinkled. She tore away from him and threw herself on the body of the girl, "Luna, I'm sorry. Come back, come back, Luna. I love you, come back."
He knelt beside her, "Luna?" He asked softly.
She looked at him with tearstained eyes, "You killed her. You killed my sister."
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Review. Please. If not… I have my ways. Jk, I mean, well, if my computer crashed and I wasn't able to write another chapter- well, it wouldn't be ENTIRELY my fault, now would it?