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A/N - Draco is OOC in this chapter, but 'the real' Draco will be back soon.
Francesca Salazar - No, Luna isn't pregnant. I will not make Luna pregnant in the near future. Besides, it was impossible for her to get pregnant that fast. Thank you for your review :)
Chapter 10
Taking a spoon of chicken soup into her mouth, Luna sighed with relief. After a few hours of sleep, she felt a little better. Although her head still hurts at least not as bad as before. Trixie is really kind to bring her chicken soup.
When she woke up, she didn't find Draco. Well, she didn't expect him to be there when she woke up, he wasn't her nanny. She was only afraid if the Dark Lord came and had a meeting with the Death Eaters and Draco was there. She's scared when he comes back he'll bring bad news again. She really wants to get out of here. Maybe she could find the Weasleys and hiding with them or she could go looking for Harry so that she could help him. She really wants to be somewhere else and not here.
As she took another spoon of chicken soup, the door opened slowly. She froze when she saw Bellatrix. She smiled kindly toward her. Luna can't help but shiver. Narcissa and Bellatrix are sisters, but they are very different. Narcissa is kind-hearted and gentle, while Bellatrix, she is cruel and vile and insane.
"My dear, Luna," Bella cooed at her. She sits at the end of the bed and strokes her hair, as if she is her mother. "How do you feel?"
Luna laid the spoon and put her hands under the blanket that still covered her from the hips down. "I feel so much better," Luna replied softly, choosing to look into her chicken soup bowl.
"That's a relief then," Bella said softly. "I'm very worried when Draco says that you are not feeling well today,"
Luna forced a smile, "I just feel a little dizzy,"
"Maybe you're exhausted," Bella said still stroking her hair. "You and Draco are very busy after the reception. I heard it myself, "she whispered and giggled elegantly like a lady.
Luna is restless. Her cheeks turned red. How could she know that? Did she and Draco make noise? Then, something hit her. That is her deed. She must have put something into the Champagne.
"Have you met Draco?" Bella asked kindly.
"I haven't seen him after I woke up," she said, disgusted with her after what she did to her and to her nephew.
"That means Draco hasn't told you, then," suddenly the tone of her voice became cold. Luna grimaced slightly.
"Tell me what?"
Bella smiles, "Tell you that-"
She was disturbed when the door opened slightly, Narcissa walked in without hesitation. Luna breathes with relief.
"What are you doing here, Bella?" Narcissa asked. Narcissa was no fool; she knows what her sister is doing here. She was impatient. It was a good thing she came at the right time.
Bella glared at Narcissa, "Taking over the problem," she hissed.
"Haven't we all agreed to let Draco tell the news to Luna?" Narcissa said softly. "He is her husband. It's more appropriate if Luna hears from Draco and not from others,"
Bella sniffed, "Don't be hypocritical, Cissy, you want to do the same, that's why you're here," she mocked.
Narcissa smiled, "No," she replied politely. "I'm here to make sure my daughter-in-law is fine,"
Bella stood up, "yeah, whatever," she replied with a grunt, and then out of the room without closing the door.
Narcissa just shook her head, then looked back at Luna. "How do you feel?" She took a seat next to her.
Luna smiled, really smiling, "Better,"
"Should I make an appointment with Allium? Draco says you really look bad,"
Luna shook her head, "no, I'm fine, maybe just tired,"
"Alright if you say so," she smiled. "You have to eat your soup before its cold," she said as she saw Luna abandon her soup.
Obey her; she began to eat her soup.
"Do you mind if I ask you something?" Narcissa really can't help. She really wanted to know what happened to Pandora. She and Pandora were good friends at Hogwarts, they were in the same house, and their parents were good friends. Pandora is a cheerful girl; she always has a smile on her face no matter what. She always sees things positively. And although she was a Slytherin, she was wise as Ravenclaw.
"Of course," Luna replied.
"At your wedding, why didn't I see your mother?" She asked cautiously.
Luna smiled sadly, "She died when I was 9,"
Narcissa's hearts sank. She certainly has been expecting that answer, but she didn't think that Pandora had gone years ago. "I'm so sorry," she said softly. She was actually happy to share her mother's story while she was at Hogwarts, but she was afraid she was slipping and hearing the truth from her mouth."It must be hard to grow without a mother."
Luna nods in agreement, "yes, it's hard enough to grow up without a female figure to share stories about 'girls thing'," she said with a giggle. Her eyes didn't leave a bowl. "But my dad is so wonderful. He is not only a father, but also a mother to me. He took care of me without complaining, though I can be incredibly stubborn but he is always patient with me." Her eyes began to tear up, her throat felt like choking.
Narcissa could see the sadness in her blue eyes clearly. She couldn't imagine what if she was in her position. Her mother died when she was 9 years old and raised by her father, and didn't mention the fact that her father was isolated for being different. And now she must marry a man who is not her choice, then caged like a bird. She's just a 16-year-old girl and has gone through many things in her life.
"Now you don't have only one family member," Narcissa found herself whispering affectionately. "You have me as your mother; you have Lucius as your father, and of course Draco as your husband. And in the future you will have cute babies," she said as she embraced her warmly.
For the first time, Luna didn't feel strange when imagining herself to be the mother of Draco's children. She actually liked the imagination, a blond-haired baby with grey or blue eyes. She sighed and hugged the woman who is now her mother.
...
After talking more about the Malory to his father, Draco was sure, the vault would open without hesitation. He is a Malfoy, he smirked smugly.
Shoved his hands into his pocket, Draco intends to tell Luna about the news. He knows Luna will not be too happy to hear this news, but at least she should know the truth about her.
After being right in front of the door, he saw the door ajar. He peeked a bit. He froze when he saw the scene right before his eyes. His mother embraced Luna affectionately. Draco felt his chest warm, he had no idea why. That's probably because he never saw his mother acting like that other than him.
He canceled her intention to tell Luna about the news he just got, and told her later. But if he cancels his intention, his aunt will be annoyed with him. She was very excited to learn that Luna was a Malory. So he decided to spoil the moment. He will make up for it later.
Cleared his throat loud enough, he opened the door wider. His mother turned, while Luna looked up. He swallowed uncomfortably. "Mother," he gave his mother 'I have to talk to her' look.
Apparently his mother understood. She just nods and leaves Luna's side after giving her a smile. "Be gentle," his mother whispered as she passed him. He didn't answer or nod.
He walked over to her as he heard the sound of the door closing gently. "Feeling better?" He took a seat at the end of the bed where his mother had been sitting.
"Better," she replied slowly. He saw that her bowl was empty. He took the initiative to pick up tray and put them on the floor to make their conversation more comfortable.
"You have to eat more," he chatted, bewildered to start from where.
"I know, your mother told me the same thing," she responded, still refusing eye contact with him. He knows that she still feels uncomfortable with him being so close. But his father says that he should be more aggressive in order for her to become accustomed to him when he is nearby.
Pushing his father's advice, he went on. "My father discovers news about your family."
She jerked her head, her eyes growing with anxiety. Maybe she thinks what he means by 'family' is her father.
"What about him?" She asked.
"No, it's not about your father," he said quietly, swinging his legs to be in the same position as her, he continued. "It's about your other family,"
She narrowed her eyes in confusion."Which family?"
"Your mother's family, the Malory," he said, glancing at her. He can't read her expression, it is empty, she may be too shocked. Without waiting for her response, Draco continued. He told her carefully and gently. Every now and then he will stop to give her a chance to ask, comment, whatever it is. But apparently she didn't intend to speak at all, especially when he told her about the vault. He can feel her a little tense, not mentioning how his aunt reacts about this news.
"I never heard anything from them," she finally said after a long silence. "I don't even know my mom's last name before marrying my dad." There was bitterness in her voice.
"It must be difficult for you," he said, trying to make her feel comfortable.
She shook her head, "I don't really care about them, so I'm thinking it's not difficult at all for me," she muttered. "But I know it must be difficult for my mom, disowned by her own family for falling in love with the man they think is unworthy for my mom."
"Some pure-blood families think that love is unimportant in marriage, as long as their child marries someone worthy and has a high status in society it's enough for them, they don't even care if their child is willing or not," he muses. He knew about it, all the children born from pure-blood families knew it.
"Does your family share the same idea?" She asked.
He paused. He really doesn't know the answer. His father had arranged several matches with several girls before the war. But he insists that he can find proper witch to be his wife. But here he is now, married to a girl chosen by the Dark Lord himself. The Dark Lord's choice wasn't so bad; she was beautiful, intelligent, elegant, pure-blood, and still part of the Malory. She is definitely proper witch to be made a wife by someone like him, if only they had the same belief everything would be perfect.
Feeling that Draco had no intended to answer, Luna sighed weakly, she already knew the answer. "Never mind," she murmured.
Her voice brought him back to reality; he lost in his mind so he forgot that she was waiting for his answer. "I'm sorry, I-"
"It's okay," she interrupted before he could finish his sentence. "We're going to Gringotts after I feel better, but it's up to you."
He nodded, "yes, that's a good idea," he replied quickly.
"Your aunt came here," she said, changing the subject. "She asked if you had told me about the news,"
Draco turned his head. He had guessed! Why wouldn't she sit quietly and stop stick her nose into his business? "She didn't do anything to you, did she?" There was a concern in his voice.
"No, your mother is coming at the right time," she replied quietly.
Without registering what he was doing, he put his arm around her shoulders, trying to make her feel secure that he was with her. "Next time, I'll make sure she's no longer anywhere near you," he found himself whispering, staring at her.
