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Francesca Salazar – Lmao, it would be hilarious if Voldemort rushed in and fanboying over Draco/Luna. Thank you for reading.

Guest – I think Draco is easier to write than Luna. Nevertheless, he became very difficult to write when he was with Luna, which he would be softer than usual. Thank you for reading.

ForeverSwiftie29 – I'm glad if you like it. I have trouble writing the smut scene since I'm not good at it, but I always love rated M story, lol! Thank you for reading.


Chapter 18

Draco's eyes opened slowly, he smirked at the sight of Luna's bare back. The sex is fantastic. How he likes her lying beneath him and moaning for him. He was satisfied with her reaction. Another time, perhaps he would let to her ride him. He growled at the thought. The idea of Luna riding him like a cowgirl has managed to make him harden. He tries to push his dirty thoughts away and kisses her shoulders lightly.

He wondered what time it was. How long has he been asleep? He glanced at the window, the sky was dark enough, probably now close to dinner time. He got up and picked up Luna's naked body and laid her on the bed. He can't help but squeeze her round breasts lightly before wrapping her in a blanket and leaving to get a shower.

About 20 minutes later, he comes out and finds Luna still asleep. He smiled gently as he approached her. "Luna," he whispered in her ear and shook her lightly.

Luna's eyes opened as she heard Draco's voice, she growled lightly because she felt sore all over her body.

"Wake up, we'll have dinner," he told her. He smirked as she wrapped herself in a blanket more tightly and blushed, certainly she was embarrassed. "Get up and get a shower," he said as he gave her a quick kiss on the lips and walked toward the walk-in-closet.

When Draco disappears in walk-in-closet, Luna immediately grabs a silk robe and puts it on, then makes her way to the bathroom. She muses for a moment. How could she lose control? Not that she's sorry to have had sex with Draco; he's her husband for Merlin's sake. But she thinks it might be too soon. What if he takes advantage of it? Indeed she hasn't been able to prove whether he tried to brainwash her or not, but what's wrong with being careful? She'll probably let him do it again since she like it, but she will not fall in his trap. After all, she is an eagle, and sometimes eagles eat snakes.

She sneaked out of the bathroom after showering. She was embarrassed to meet Draco. The events last afternoon playing in her mind and made her face blush permanently. She frowned when she didn't find Draco anywhere, nor did she hear any movement from inside the walk-in-closet. He may have left, she thought. Hastily, she walks into the walk-in-closet and takes the first dress she sees. She applied some make-up on her face and loosened her hair, letting it dry naturally.

When she came out, she was surprised to find the door to the balcony was open. It didn't open when she came out of the bathroom. She looked around; maybe someone came into the room. Suddenly, Draco emerges from the balcony. He was wearing a white shirt, he rolled up his sleeves and showed his Dark Mark that made her swallow uncomfortably, he also wore black trouser.

"Oh, that's you," she said softly.

He smirked as he shoved his hands into his trouser pockets. "Who do you think?" He asked as he approached her.

"I don't know, I thought you were out and someone came in and opened the door to the balcony," she replied, totally aware of his eyes watching her from head to toe.

"I won't go without you, you know that," he whispered hoarsely as he was standing right in front of her. He grabbed his wand from his pocket and dried her hair with drying charm, making her hair turn into wavy as usual. "How are you feeling, Luna?" He asked, he placed back his wand into his trouser pocket and then his arm wrapped around her waist.

"I'm fine, thanks for asking, Draco," she replied with a smile, although she felt a little nervous.

Then, he looked down and kissed her forehead, her temple, and stopped at her lips. He kissed her fiercely. Their lips moved simultaneously, tongues clasped together, and their moans sounded vague. "Dinner?" Draco asked against her lips.

Luna broke a kiss and nodded. "Yes," she replied, ready to leave the room.

But suddenly, he pulled her. "We will not have dinner with the others," he said. He's still uncomfortable meeting the others, so he decides to dinner in the room. "Here," he leads her to the balcony.

By the time they reached the balcony, Luna's mouth fell open as she saw what Draco had done. He arranged dinner on the balcony, with candles here and there that made the atmosphere romantic, flower petals splattered on the floor beautifully, then she saw a bouquet of red roses lying in a chair. "You make this?" She asked gently, looking up at him.

"Yes," he responded uncomfortably, aware of his flushed cheeks. While taking a bath, he thought of being closer to her. He had thought hard. He not only wants to be close to her sexually. He wants to show her that she can trust him, because he needs her trust. So he's done a thing he never did before and he never thought of doing it until now, which is to make a romantic dinner where the moon and stars bear witness that a Malfoy can be romantic. Then he adds the last touch, the petals and a bouquet of red roses for her. "You like it?" He asked as she just stood and stared in amazement.

She nodded happily. "I never knew you were romantic," she said with a smile. Luna never imagined a man bothering to do this to her. She is quite grateful that the man she marries is not bad for the eye. She never expected much of him, she just needed to be treated well and that was more than enough. Although some parts of her suspect that this is part of his plan, she still will enjoy it.

"I'm not," he replied shyly, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

She looked up again and stood on tiptoe, giving him a soft kiss on the lips. "Thank you," she said sweetly.

He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Shall we?"

"Yes," she replied simply.

"For you," he handed her a bouquet of red roses.

Luna grabbed the bouquet of flowers with pleasure. "Thank you. You are really sweet,"

Draco blushed again; no one ever called him sweet and means it before. He didn't respond because he was too shy, instead, he pulled a chair for her. Then, he kissed the top of her head as she really sat comfortably.

As they start to dinner, they start talking comfortably. None of them thought about war for a while, all thoughts lost. They focus more on each other, laugh and smile like fools. And Draco notes, having Luna as his wife is not as bad as he thinks.

Time has passed and Luna knows it is past midnight. Draco had slept soundly with his arms wrapped around her waist, refusing to let go. But she knows if she takes his arms off her, he will not notice it because he is drunk, he drank enough wine after dinner.

Slowly, she let go of his arms from her, glances at him for a moment, making sure that he doesn't wake up. She took the silk robe and put it on, then she took some candles and matches from the drawer, she also took two medium-sized blankets. Easily, she slipped out of the room and the darkness greeted her.

She walked slowly, almost inaudibly because she wasn't wearing shoes or slippers. She sneaked underground to the dungeon. She was worried about Dean and Mr. Ollivander. She knows that she can't help them escape, but at least she wants to make sure they're okay.

"Dean," she whispered his name as she was at the door of the dungeon. "Dean are you there?" Her tone rose slightly.

Suddenly a tall man emerges from the darkness. His dark eyes were staring at her with fury. There was some bruising on his face. "What is young Mrs. Malfoy doing here?" His voice was very cold.

Luna swallowed. "Dean, I came here-"

"To mock?" His voice was still cold and hateful. "You have betrayed Harry, betrayed all of us,"

"It's nothing like that," she said, trying to fight back the tears, she knew this would happen. "I'll never betray Harry,"

"Then what are you doing here wearing fancy silk robe? And you're wearing Draco Malfoy's ring," he spat angrily."Does your precious husband know you're here? Or did he send you here?"

Luna shook her head quickly; tears began to pool in her eyes. "No, he doesn't know I'm here," she whispered, hugging the blankets tightly. "Let me explain what happened,"

"You expect me to believe your story?" He laughed sarcastically.

"Please," Luna begged, walking closer to the bars.

"All right then, two minutes," he said coldly.

Two minutes is enough time to explain what happened, she thought. She told Dean everything, how they'd kidnapped her, tortured her for information, and how she end up being Draco Malfoy's wife.

Initially, Dean doesn't believe her story, but the longer he hears and sees her, he knows that there is no lie in her story. He could see the fear from her dreamy eyes as she told him what Bellatrix was doing to her. She has gone through worse than him, he thought.

"I'm sorry." Finally, Dean said after they were silent for a moment. "I shouldn't have said that to you, I'm sorry, Luna."

Luna smiled softly. "That's fine, I understand," she said softly. "Here," she handed the blankets to Dean. "I can't help much since I'm a prisoner too," she said weakly as Dean grabbed the blankets from her.

"That's okay," he said. "It will be really helpful, especially for Mr. Ollivander," he muttered as he turned his head to the end of the room, where Mr. Ollivander curled up.

"How is he?" Luna asked worriedly.

Dean shrugged. "Bad, I suppose, he never talks to me, just lies there, but he lives,"

She nodded sadly. "I hope this helps, too," she said as she slipped a few candles through the bars. "Don't turn it on when someone is around,"

"It will really help, thank you, Luna," he said with a smile.

"Do they have fed you today?" Luna asked, she actually already knew the answer.

"They do, just once, I can't even call it food," he said as he looked at the ground.

"I'll be back." Without waiting for a response from Dean, she spun on her heels, up the stairs quickly and into the kitchen. "Trixie," she called the house elf several times.

Then Trixie appeared before her, half-conscious, she feeling badly about having to wake her up. "Mistress Luna called?"

"Oh, yes, Trixie, I need your help," Luna said as she crouched in front of her. "Can you bring me two servings of warm food to the dungeon?" Trixie's eyes widened. She shouldn't help the prisoners. "I'll be responsible if they know," Luna says, knowing what the house elf thinks about. Trixie still looks hesitant. "Please,"

"Trixie will bring food to the dungeon." Trixie finally agrees after thinking for a moment.

Luna smiled broadly. "Thank you very much, Trixie."

"It's Trixie's pleasure, Mistress Luna." Then with a flick of a finger, the house elf disappears. With a quick pace, Luna goes back to the dungeon. Now, the dungeon looks a little brighter than before. She spotted Mr. Ollivander had fallen asleep on a mattress and the blanket had wrapped around his vulnerable body.

"Where have you been?" Dean asked.

"I'll bring you some food," she said. "Just wait a moment longer,"

Within a minute, Trixie appeared with two trays in her hands, she handed a tray to Luna. And with the flick of her finger, the two trays were already inside the dungeon. "Thank you, Trixie, you can go back to sleep, don't forget to pick up the trays after you wake up," Luna said kindly, the house elf nodded. "You're dismissed, Trixie." Then her attention returned to Dean. "I hope this is enough,"

"This is more than enough," Dean said with a smile.

"I have to get back soon, I'm afraid if Draco realizes I'm not in bed," she said worriedly.

"Alright, be careful, Luna," Dean said, "and thank you very much,"

Luna smiled. "You're welcome," she said. Then, with the last glance, she returns to her and Draco's room carefully hoping no one would see her.

After she reached the room, she sighed with relief to find Draco still asleep. Alcohol really helps her to get away from him. She took off her robe and crawled back to the bed slowly. She lay on her back and stared at the ceiling, hoping Harry would come and rescue her and Dean and Mr. Ollivander.