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A/N - Forgive me for taking a long time to update. I've lost ideas over the last few days, but I'm not going to abandon this story.
Chapter 9
Luna took a deep breath. She felt dizzy, but only the right side of her head. Her head was heavy. She asks Draco to close the curtains, whenever she sees the light she feels worse. She doesn't know what's going on with her, but she's definitely not pregnant. She couldn't get pregnant that fast. Besides, she really doesn't want Draco's child. That was the last thing that would happen to her, being a mother to Draco Malfoy's child. Her thought just made her head heavier, like someone put a load on her head.
"Are you okay?" Draco asked as he glanced at Luna, she looked pale. She seemed to be in pain. Draco assumed she felt sick because she wasn't eating properly. During lunch, he hardly saw Luna put any food into her mouth. She will suck the food in her mouth as she ate sweets. That annoyed him. Because when she was sick like this his father would blame him. It seems that she accidentally put him in danger, he thought irritably.
Luna grimaced slightly at the sound of his voice. Why does he sound so loud? "Yes," she replied quietly as she laid her head on the pillow. She growled softly as her head touched the fluffy pillow.
Draco looked at her carefully. He knows that she is lying. She's not right at all. "You need something?" He asked as he closed the book he was reading.
Luna grimaced again. "No," she answered simply.
Draco raised an eyebrow, she becomes stubborn. "Are you sure?"
"Yes," she growled, hoping he would close his mouth.
He sighed and got up from the couch and approached her. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her face for a moment. She's paler than he thought. "Shall I call Allium?" Allium is the personal healer of the Malfoy family. Lately he has come more often to take care of Luna.
"No." She pulled the blanket closer.
"I'll get a sleeping drought for you," he muttered. Draco sees her just nodding, he barely sees it. He stood up and came out of the room to call Trixie; he didn't want to make Luna feel worse by Trixie's presence.
"Master Draco called Trixie?" The little house elf appeared right before his eyes.
"Yes," he replied. "Do you still keep Miss Luna's sleeping drought from Allium?"
"Yes, Master Draco, Trixie still keeps Miss Luna's sleeping drought."
"Bring it here instantly," he ordered.
The house elf nodded, "yes, Master Draco." Then, she disappeared in the blink of an eye. Within a minute or two, Trixie returns with a vial with red liquid inside.
"You're dismissed," he mumbles shortly after the vial is in his hand. Then, he goes back into the room only to find Luna disappear from the bed. But he found her instantly when he heard someone struggling in the bathroom. He strode quickly toward the bathroom. "You okay?" he asked a bit worried as he found Luna squatting and taking out all her stomach contents.
"Yes," she replied in a husky voice.
Draco helped her by holding her golden hair. "Brush your teeth, then have a sleeping drought," he said softly. Luna didn't protest, she just nodded and obeyed what he said.
Slowly, Draco leads her back to bed. "Here," he handed the vial to her. She opened the vial and drank the contents. Once, the potion is in her stomach, she feels drowsiness coming. She lay down and pulled the blanket close to her chest.
After he was convinced that Luna had gone to bed, he returned to the couch and continued reading the book. Several times he would glance at her to make sure that she was still asleep. Even as she slept, she still frowned as if holding back the pain. He may have to make an appointment with Allium, he thought.
His mind was disturbed by a knock on the door. He jerked his head and felt annoyed.
"Why are you so noisy? My wife is asleep," he snapped as he found his father house elf, Rica, standing at the door, slightly trembling.
"Rica apologized, Master Draco. But Master Lucius called Master Draco to Master Lucius study," Rica said in fear as she looked at the floor.
"I'll be right there," he murmured. "Now, get out of my sight." The small house elf nodded and disappeared.
Draco frowned. What does his father want now? Or what else would he hear? He knew something had happened. How he hates his life.
Before going to meet his father, Draco glances at his wife. She has slept soundly, he can go now.
Draco knocked on the door several times after being in front of his father study. He yanked the door handle at the sound of his father. He frowned as he not only noticed his father, but also his mother, and the last person he wanted to see, Bellatrix. Just looking at her has made his mood worse. Pushing away his annoyance, he asked his father. "You called me, father?"
"Yes, Draco," Lucius replied. "Where's Luna?"
Draco takes a seat before answering. "She's asleep, she's feeling bad today," he said, glancing at Bellatrix.
"Oh, dear, I have to make an appointment with Allium," Narcissa murmured softly, worried about her daughter-in-law's health.
"Yeah, yeah, you can do that later," Bellatrix said impatiently. "Tell him, Lucius," she encouraged him.
Draco narrowed his eyes, "Tell me what?" He demanded.
He had a bad feeling.
A few days before his wedding, he overheard Bellatrix's conversation with his father about his and Luna's training after Rodolphus and Rabastan returned from nowhere. But since he didn't see the Lestrange brothers at all, he felt a little relieved.
"We can't tell him if Luna isn't here," Lucius said, a little annoyed. He hated when Bellatrix passionate like this.
Bellatrix rolled her eyes. "He can tell Luna later," she snapped.
"What's going on?" He looked at his father and mother alternately in confusion.
"Tell him, Lucius!" Bellatrix raged.
"Don't act arbitrarily in my house, Bella," Lucius snapped back.
Draco's frown deepened, and he was also getting irritated. "If you call me just to see you yell at each other, I will not buy that," he said as he got up from the armchair and prepared to leave.
"Don't you dare to move, Draco," Bellatrix hissed like a snake and made Draco shiver.
Narcissa sighed. "Just tell him, Lucius. We can explain to Luna later," she said softly, trying to make things better.
"Agreed," Bellatrix said without emotion in her voice.
Lucius massaged the bridge of his nose. "Sit down, Draco."
Draco sat back, still frowning irritably. "Well?"
Lucius took a deep breath. "I suspect you're still remember every pure-blood family,"
"Yes," Draco nodded, glancing at Bellatrix, who grinned enthusiastically.
"And you still remember about the Malory?" Lucius continued.
"Of course," he said. "But none of Malory is alive, as you said many years ago that their only daughter chose to marry a blood traitor."
"There is a Malory who is still alive," said Lucius.
"What?" His grey eyes grew wider. Since he was five years old, his parents, especially his father, introduced him to every pure-blood family. He knows every pure-blooded family. But what he remembered most was the Malory. The family ended miserably. As he recalled, the Malory was very rich, probably almost as rich as the Malfoy, and every descendant of the Malory was very powerful. Besides Malfoy, Black and Lestrange, Malory was one of the darkest wizard family, they all are Slytherin. He had heard rumors of Malory's heir/heiress wandering among them. But since it was a rumor, he just ignored it.
"And your wife is a Malory," said Bellatrix proudly. "You should be pleased with the choice of the Dark Lord, Draco; he gives you the best."
Draco was stunned. He was lost for words. There's no way Luna is a Malory. She doesn't resemble a Malory at all. "It can't be," he murmured.
"What do you mean?" Bellatrix demanded with annoyance.
"Bella," Narcissa pulls Bella away from Draco.
"She doesn't resemble a Malory at all," he said. "I didn't mean to say bad things about my wife, but you all know that she was a Lovegood and blood-traitor. A Malory can't possibly be a traitor,"
"That's because she was raised by a Lovegood," Lucius said. "I suspect Pandora has died so Luna grew up as it is now,"
"Who's Pandora?" Draco questioned, still stunned by reality. Doesn't mean he is not happy about the news, it just doesn't make sense.
"Luna's mother," Narcissa said. "I saw her portrait among the Lovegood, there were also some portraits of the Malory."
Oh, yes, Luna's mother has died, it's no secret anymore, the whole Hogwarts know that. "Then what should I do with the news?" He wasn't sure Luna would be glad to know that she was a Malory.
"Tell her, of course," Bellatrix replied quickly.
"What's in it for telling Luna about this information? None of the Malory who is still alive, except her," Draco asked dismissively.
"Because she has to open Malory's vault in Gringotts, she is their heiress," Bellatrix snapped.
"Well-"
His father suddenly cut him off. "The vault doesn't have a key."Lucius knows how his son thinks, he always underestimates the problem.
Draco frowned, "how can Luna open the vault without a key?" He asked stupidly.
"With yours and Luna's blood," Lucius said quietly. Draco's face turned pale. "It's also a test for you, weather Rendall Malory approve of your marriage or not,"
"It doesn't require a lot of blood, I'm guessing," said Narcissa, who was aware of the change of expression on her son's face. "Maybe a drop or two drops."
Bellatrix smirked, "scared, Draco?"
Draco glared at his aunt. Like hell he's afraid of losing just a drop or two of drops of blood. Besides, he was confident that Rendall Malory would approve their marriage, he was a Malfoy. Rendall Malory can rest in peace knowing his granddaughter married a Malfoy, he thought smugly. "Of course not," he said irritably.
"Alright, after Luna has felt better, you can tell her. But it is her decision, whether she wants to open the vault soon or later," said Lucius.
They all nodded in agreement, except for Bellatrix, who was starting to get annoyed that Lucius was constantly buying time.
