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A/N - I had a hard time writing this, I started to lose direction, confused what to write, and I feel this chapter isn't good enough, boring if I could say. I will try to write a better story in the next chapter. And I want to thank those who have bothered to leave a review, your reviews really means a lot to me.
Chapter 16
They've been dueling for hours. Rodolphus and Bellatrix are superior in this duel; of course, they are crazy after all, while Draco and Luna are overwhelmed against them. They keep throwing hexes at them endlessly. Draco has been hit four times, and the last one managed to injure his temple and it bleeds now. Luna has been hit six times; it makes her arm hurt and her ankle sprained. Both were exhausted, both of them had sweats, their hair was a mess, and Luna had lost a pair of her shoes, she did it on purpose. Who dueled with a pair of high heels?
"Come on, give me your best shot," Rodolphus exclaimed, he really enjoyed this.
"That's all you've got?" Bellatrix questioned amused when Draco and Luna hide behind a pillar for the umpteenth time.
"Bloody insane," Draco murmured angrily as he wiped the blood from his temple. The other hand holds his wand and the other hand holds Luna's hand tightly. "Your arm, is that all right?" He asked his voice full of worries.
"That's sting, but its fine," Luna said, looking at the wound in her arm.
"I'll treat it after we get out of here," he said as he pressed his back against the pillar. "Now, let's do it again," he said as he came out of his hiding place. He aimed his wand at Bellatrix, "Expelliarmus!"
But Bellatrix managed to dodge it with a high-pitched laugh. "Come and catch me!" She shouted full of joy.
"Fuck!" Draco shouted in frustration.
"Levicorpus!" He heard Luna murmuring softly and aiming her wand at Rodolphus. Unfortunately for him, he hung upside down.
Bellatrix's attention was distracted to her husband and Draco took advantage of that. "Stupefy!" Bellatrix was knocked across the room. He is very angry; he wants to hex them into shape of Wrackspurt.
"That's enough!" Rodolphus yelled after he stood at his feet.
"What?" He stared at him in dumbfounded. When they have a chance to attack them, they want to stop this? This is absolutely ridiculous! He wants revenge, now!
"That's enough for today," Rodolphus muttered as he swept the invisible dust from his robe. "You need rest," he said, putting his wand behind his robe, "you did well today," he added. "Give back your wand," Rodolphus ordered as he looked at Luna. Luna gave her wand half-hearted.
Draco lost his words, he didn't know what to say, he was too angry. Maybe now the smoke came out of his ears. "You guys are really insane," he hissed and glared at them. He grabbed Luna's hand and dragged her out of there.
"You guys aren't so bad!" He heard Bellatrix's voice. He knew it wasn't a compliment but a taunt for him and Luna.
"Are you all right, Draco?" Luna questioned as they stepped out of the elevator.
"Yes," he replied simply. He didn't mean to lie to Luna.
Luna nodded slowly, knowing that Draco was angry. It was natural that if he was angry, Rodolphus and Bellatrix should train them instead of attacking them. But maybe that's the way they train, she doesn't know. But she hopes next time they will be less barbaric than today.
She winced slightly as Draco quickened his pace and made her match his footsteps. Her ankle hurt as she accelerated her footsteps.
"Merlin! What happened to you guys? "Rabastan exclaimed as he spotted Draco and Luna were in disarray. Blaise and Theodore stared at them in dumbfounded and amused, she could see that.
"Where's the war?" Blaise questioned his tone full of joy.
"Shut up!" Draco roared, he still drags her.
As they climbed the stairs, they encountered Narcissa. Her bright eyes widen in horror, her hands covering her mouth. "What's going on?" She asked softly.
However, Draco chose to ignore his mother's question. Luna only gave her a weak smile. She'll know what happens when she meets her sister, Luna thought.
When they were in their room, she saw that Draco was really going to explode with anger. His fist was clenched at his side. She took her hand off his and stepped back slowly, afraid that if he lost control again and she became a victim. She began to recognize him slowly.
"I'm sorry," he muttered under his breath. Luna blinked, bewildered by his behavior. "I'm scaring you, didn't I?" Draco realizes that she's getting scared again and he doesn't want that to happen. He needs her.
"That's fine," she said. "You can use the bathroom first, I can wait," she changed the subject.
"No, ladies first," he insisted. Draco had time to think why they couldn't bathe together, it would save time and water, and it would be nice, maybe it could make his muscles feel much more relaxed. But he pushes it all, it's too soon. And she would have assumed that shared bathroom is a stupid thing.
"No, you can use the bathroom first, I'll treat my wound," she muttered as she glanced at her arm. It's not so bad, but it's still bloody.
"Let me see that." He took her arm slowly and studied her wound. "Does it hurt?"
"It does at first, but not anymore," she replied quietly, feeling strange as he touched her.
"I have a balm in the drawer, you can use that," he said as he let go of her arm. "Is it okay if I use the bathroom first?"
She nodded in reply.
"All right then," he muttered as he made his way to the bathroom.
While Draco showered, she took the balm mentioned by Draco earlier in the drawer. She hissed softly as her body made contact with the couch, she felt a little more relaxed. She smeared balm on the wound slowly, it was sting. After she finishes with her arm, she raises her legs to the couch. Her ankle wasn't swollen as she had expected, but it still hurt. She massaged her ankle slowly.
While massaging her ankle, her mind wonders, what's the use of this training? She really didn't know, she didn't have time to ask Draco. But there is a little voice in her head that said that they were preparing her for the fight against Harry Potter in the battle later. The Dark Lord and others treat her well because there is a purpose, and the purpose is they use her as a weapon against Harry Potter. Then what is the purpose of the Dark Lord married her to Draco? To make her fall in love with him so he brainwashed her then she changed her beliefs. She's petrified. Therefore Draco is very nice and sweet to her, it makes sense. But Draco isn't that bad. She didn't know him well, so she can't make any conclusions, so far he never said anything about the war and their beliefs.
She jumped a little as she heard the sound of the bathroom door open. Her eyes stared at him for a moment. Is he that cruel?
"Are you all right?" Draco asked as he realized that Luna was staring at him questioningly.
"Yes," she replied simply as she rose.
Draco just nodded, but he knew something was wrong. The way she looked at him like she was trying to find something. "You can use the bathroom," he murmured. Luna didn't say anything and just nodded. He narrowed his eyes as he watched the way she walked. "Are your legs okay?"
"Yes, it just hurts a bit," she replied, not bothering to turn to him. Then she disappeared behind the bathroom door. Draco wondered what was wrong with her. This morning her gaze was full of trust in him, but now her gaze changed, it was just as she suspected him.
He pushed his mind away for a moment. He makes his way to the walk-in-closet and grabs a black trousers and shirt. Soon they had to have lunch and he didn't want to meet the others. Lunch in the room sounded fun, he thought. So he called Trixie and asked her to bring their lunch to the room.
As he sat on the couch and smeared the balm on his temple, Luna came out of the bathroom with her bathrobe covering her and the towel wrapped around her hair. She walked straight to the walk-in-closet without glancing at him. He frowned. What's wrong with her?
His mind was disturbed when Trixie came and brought their lunch. The house elf put a tray on the table and left. And not long after Trixie left, Luna came out of walk-in-closet, her hair half wet.
"Come here," he ordered as he rolled up his sleeve and showed his Dark Mark.
Luna obeys without second thoughts. She sat down beside him and tilted her head. "What's wrong?"
"Let me see your ankle." He didn't wait for approval from her. He just grabbed both legs and put them on his lap, he didn't forget to take off her shoes. He checked her ankle. "Does it hurt?" He asked as he massaged her ankle slowly.
"Not really," Luna muttered. Her eyes were watching Draco closely; he was very gentle it was like he was massaging a baby's ankle.
"Is it because of your shoes?" He asked.
"Probably, but I'm not sure," she replied. She wasn't sure if her ankle hurt because she was wearing high heels during a duel or because Bellatrix managed to hex her, it could be both.
"I'll buy you more flat shoes," he murmured, his fingers still massaging her ankles. "Anything you want to ask me?" He began, trying to encourage her to say what was on her mind about him.
"No," she replied simply.
"Don't lie, you aren't good at it," he commented, his fingers stop moving, his grey eyes turning to her. "I know you're thinking about something."
Luna felt anxious under his gaze. "It doesn't matter," she replied.
"It matters if it's about me," he insisted. "Go ahead, tell me."
She paused for a moment, was it a good idea to say what she was thinking? She's afraid if Draco is mad at her. But if she doesn't say anything, she doubts that Draco will let it go, he's very stubborn. "About training, did you know that before?"
"They never told me about our training, I overheard my father and my aunt's conversation, I didn't tell you because you might think about it all the time and make your health worse," he answered honestly.
"Oh," she murmured, detecting his honesty. "Why did they train us?"
Draco sighed softly. "According to the Dark Lord, the battle is getting closer, and we should be prepared for it," he replied as he ran his fingers across her soft leg, "besides, the Dark Lord wants us to be like my aunt and uncle, Rodolphus and Bellatrix, but less insane," he added.
"Does He want me to fight against Harry?" Luna asked nervously.
"I think it's obvious," he replied.
She swallowed, she had guessed this, her mind was right. "I cannot do it," she said quietly almost whispering.
"I know," he muttered, staring at her, his hand moved to her waist and pulled her, she practically sitting in his lap. "Just let it flow," he murmured hoarsely, kissing the corner of her lips, his arms tightening around her waist. He kissed her lips in a passionate kiss. But she pushed him away. He frowned. "What's the matter?"
"Lunch," she said as she glanced at the tray that had been placed on the table.
He laughed softly while letting her sit on the couch. "Alright," he muttered.
Luna just smiled at him. She made sure to find out whether Draco tried to brainwash her so she changed her own beliefs. Because asking directly to Draco is a bad idea. And the last thing she wants is to be a source of Draco's fury. Sooner or later, she will find out the truth.
"What if we walk around Diagon Alley after lunch?" Draco suddenly said.
"For what?" she questioned.
"Well, we have to be seen publicly more often," he muttered as he cut the meat into small pieces, "and we're shopping too," he added. Draco has had enough of these people in the house, except his mother of course, he'll take Luna for a walk and shop to make her feel more comfortable and relaxed.
"Well, if you say so," she replied, offering a small smile.
"Good girl," he said.
