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Chapter 22
A day has passed in silence between Draco and Luna. Both decided to be stubborn. They try to avoid each other and they will behave that they aren't aware of each other's presence when it can't be avoided. They were still sitting side by side at breakfast and dinner, but Luna decided to have lunch in their room to avoid her husband. None of the people at the Manor were aware of the peculiarities of Draco and Luna's behavior other than Narcissa.
At first she didn't realize it, but at the sight of Luna's absence at lunch she began to suspect. When Draco prefers to be around Rabastan, Blaise, and Theodore, she knows something happens between them. It looks strange when Draco goes somewhere and Luna is not next to him, usually Luna will be next to Draco, no matter where he goes, they are always together.
So she decided to find out. She brings lunch to Luna on a tray. She picked up a tray from Trixie who was preparing lunch for Luna. Since she was worried about both of them and she wanted to know what kept them away from each other, she decided to bring Luna's lunch, otherwise she should visit her daughter-in-law more often, after what happened, she would need a woman to talk to.
As the tray drifted through the air, she knocked lightly on the door and jerked the doorknob when she heard Luna's soft voice. She offered a warm smile when her blue eyes landed on her; she was quite surprised by her presence.
"I brought your lunch," Narcissa began, placing the tray on the table.
"You shouldn't have done that," Luna said awkwardly. She hid a drawing book behind her. Before Narcissa decided to join her, she was drawing with a drawing book and pencil that Narcissa had given her when the first time she visited her in the dungeon. She was surprised to learn that Narcissa Malfoy had Muggle stationery, if people knew it would be a scandal. But she has no desire to tell others, it is not necessary.
Narcissa smiled gently. She watched as she hid the drawing book behind her, and she accidentally saw what she had drawn. But she will not encourage her to tell her if she doesn't want to, it is her privacy. "I should have visited you more often," she murmured.
"I think it should be me who should visit you more often," Luna muttered awkwardly.
"I like the idea of you visiting me," she replied with a smile. "You have to eat your lunch before it gets cold."
"How about you? Have you had lunch?" Luna asked the image of her eating her lunch and her mother-in-law hasn't eaten just inappropriate.
"Don't worry, I've had lunch, in fact everyone at the Manor has lunch except you," Narcissa replied.
Luna looked down and bit her lower lip; apparently she knew what had happened. She decides not to answer by grabbing her fork and knife and starting her lunch in silence.
"Something happened between you and Draco?" Narcissa started, she broke the silence.
Luna swallowed hard, she smiled sadly. "It's just-" she paused for a moment, puzzled over how to respond. "That happens a lot in the household, isn't it?"
"Is Draco being stubborn?" Narcissa asked.
"He is, we haven't spoken since yesterday, I think he needs time alone after what happened," Luna replied. She wasn't the type of person who angry for a long time, in fact her fire had been extinguished since yesterday, but Draco hadn't.
"Draco can be very stubborn than Lucius. Lucius will not hesitate to show his anger, he will explode if he wants, and will calm down after that. But Draco is different, he may show that he shows all his anger but in fact he doesn't, and his silence is his anger that he cannot show," Narcissa explained.
Luna nodded. She also uses silence to show her anger, but Draco is worse. He will explode in his anger and will be silent in his anger; he really has a bad temper.
"But he will not be that way for a long time, if he's tired, he'll start talking to you. He is not good at ignoring someone important in his life," he added calmly.
Luna blushed; she didn't think that she was important in Draco's life. She is his wife, but she is an unwanted wife, isn't she? All sex is nothing but lust. She looked down at the carpet and frowned a little, she felt her chest tighten. The thought of Draco that uses her only for sex makes her feel sick. At first she thought it meant something, not until now. Why does she feel this way? There's no way she has feelings for him.
Narcissa noticed that she was disturbed, she was thinking of something. She really looks like her mother when she's thinking. "Luna, are you all right?"
"Yes, yes, I'm all right, just thinking," she replied. Then she went on her lunch and was accompanied by Narcissa. They talk a lot of things. She was happy with Narcissa's presence; she didn't feel lonely anymore, besides talking to Narcissa can take her thoughts away about her feelings on Draco.
Draco returned to their room almost midnight. He noticed that his wife was asleep. He felt bad had left her all day. But she doesn't need him, doesn't she? She has another man, hasn't she? He sneered at the thought.
He growled softly as he saw the door to the balcony open a little, she certainly didn't close it properly. He headed for the door and closed it properly. His eyes caught something strange on the couch, a drawing book. He doesn't remember that Luna has a drawing book and he doesn't remember ever giving her one. He frowned irritably, how many things did she hide from him? He thought angrily as he grabbed the drawing book.
He takes a seat on the couch and decides to find out what she has drawn. On the first page, she drew Harry Potter from the side, the frown on his forehead deepened; he just wanted to rip Potter's face now. Then he turned the page again, he drew a bird, a raven. He kept flipping through and found only pictures of plants and animals up to the last page; he paused, and stared at it. His frown disappeared, his annoyance disappeared, his anger disappeared after seeing what she had drawn.
She drew him!
It was he was sitting in an armchair with a book and legs crossed. He could see how she drew his face in great details. Starting from his lip line, the way he stared at the book, his jaw line, even his hair and the way he sat down couldn't deny that it was him, she drew him perfectly. He can't see the mistakes on her drawing. If she can draw him as perfectly as this, it means she's been watching him all this time. Even his picture looks much better than the Potter's. The picture of Potter is not as detailed as his picture. It looks more like a photo to him.
He moved his eyes to his sleeping wife. Without him knowing, he had knelt beside the bed; his forefinger stroked her rosy cheeks. A small smile crossed his lips. He bowed slightly and showered her face with kisses, leaving wet traces on her face.
He really feels bad about what he has done to her, he feels bad for shouting at her. She just wants a friend, and he can't be a good friend to her, and maybe he is not a good husband in her eyes. She is very gentle and kind, totally opposite to him, but strangely he is attracted to her. Perhaps the saying is true, opposite attract.
He kept stroking her cheeks and hair. He is not good at apologizing, and he never will. He wants to apologize, but he doesn't know how. While he was thinking and stroking her cheek, he didn't realize that she woke up, her eyes half open, it was red and puffy. He just realized that she woke up after she whimpered softly.
"I didn't mean to wake you up," he whispered and kissed her forehead gently. "Go back to sleep, love."
He was shocked and what he just said, did he just call her 'love'? Yes, he did. Luckily, Luna hadn't fully awakened, ever since she'd fallen back into a deep sleep as if she hadn't heard what he was saying. But she didn't hear what he said, which made him relieved.
He stood at his feet and looked at his wife for a moment. He will make it up to her, he thought. He walked to walk-in-closet and came out with sweatpants. He crawled into bed and lay beside her. Slowly, he wraps his arms around her petite figure, he sighs gently, feeling much better with her in his arms.
Luna woke up and stared at the ceiling blankly. Last night she dreamed Draco was beside her, stroked her cheeks and hair and he called her 'love'. It was a strange dream, but it felt very real. Draco can't possibly do that, he's still sulking. She didn't even find any signs of his presence in the room; he had gone off as usual since their quarrel.
But something distracts her, a feeling, a feeling she only feels for her father or mother, or her friends like Ginny and Harry.
She missed him.
Merlin! She missed Draco Malfoy!
This is unbelievable!
Ginny will be rant about how she's being ridiculous to know this. Why does she feel this way? Doesn't she plan to be careful with him and keep her distance? She even suspects him that he's planning on brainwashing her. But here she is now, as the unwanted wife and miss him.
She was lying face down and buried her face on the pillow, she shouted as loudly as she could, feeling frustrated by her own feelings. She shouldn't feel this way. He is Draco Malfoy for Merlin's sake. He is the enemy of her friends, which automatically makes him her enemy too. And having such feelings toward him makes her feel that she has betrayed Harry, not just Harry, but all her friends.
"You might be able to wake the whole world."
Suddenly she heard a familiar voice. She jerked her head and found Draco standing at the doorway with a tray. He has been dressed up in the usual black suit. He walked towards her slowly. A smile crossed his lips.
She wondered what had possessed him.
"Get a good position," he said.
She obeyed without protest and sat with her back leaning against the headboard.
"Here's your breakfast," he mumbled as he put the tray on her lap.
She stared at him for a moment. Why is he suddenly acting sweet? Maybe it was Narcissa who told him to. "What has possessed you?" She asked quietly.
Draco laughed. "No one has possessed me," he replied between his laughter. "I just want to do this," he added. He had to get up much earlier to think how to apologize without having to tell her. And this is the only idea that comes to his mind. And he thinks this will work since Luna is not a complicated woman.
She looked down at the tray; there was a plate of French toast with jam, a glass of warm milk, a small bowl of fresh fruit, and a white rose. She looked at the tray for a moment, everything was her favorite. How did he find out?
"Do you expect me to eat rose for breakfast?" She suddenly asked innocently.
Draco looked at her in disbelief. He wants to cry and laugh at the same time. She's really naive. "It just-" He paused. He is not the romantic type of man. He added a rose to make it all sweeter. "Just eat it if you want," he said with a frown at her.
Luna just smiled, amused at him. She picked up the flower and sniffed it briefly. It smelled really good.
"I know you don't really like sausage or meat, so I replace it with jam," Draco muttered awkwardly.
"Did you make this?" Luna asked, not distracting her eyes from the tray.
Draco didn't answer; he just paused and rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. He thought it would be more special if he made breakfast for her than the house elf. He's not a good cook, but French toast is not too difficult to make, so he does his best. And the result is not so bad, it is beautiful.
"You did," Luna answers for him instead since he just paused. She turned her head and smiled at him. "Thank you," she murmured as she kissed him gently on the cheek.
Draco grinned broadly at her, feeling very awkward and embarrassed, but it made him comfortable. He never knew that simple actions could make icebergs melt between them. He never thought that a drawing and French toast could make things so much better.
