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A/N I – I'm not very confident with this chapter, but I hope you guys would like it. By the way, thank you very much for the reviews, I really appreciate it.


Chapter 23

In the middle of the night, two blonds sneaked like thieves. They are very careful; they will turn their heads to side to side to make sure no one around. Draco leads in front, wand in hand, and Luna behind him, holding his robe fabric tightly.

Draco doesn't know why he agrees to do this, it's so pathetic, he thought dully. But he had promised her to let her meet Thomas and Ollivander if he came with her. He actually doesn't mean with what he says. He just doesn't think clearly (he's too aroused) and says whatever she wants to hear, he doesn't even realize he has promised her until she tells him after dinner. And Draco Malfoy is not a liar; he's always true with his words, so he'll take her to the dungeon to meet with those scums.

But he notes, he will not bring her again for the second time, he has had enough. If Luna needs someone to talk to, then that should be him. He will always be there to listen to her, he doesn't even care if she nags about her redheaded friend or about Potter, he is willing to listen. He wants to show her that he can be her friend. If they can't live together as a couple, it's better to try as a friend before things get serious.

"You only have 30 minutes, Luna, just 30 minutes," Draco reminded her as they got closer to the dungeon.

"You say an hour," Luna protested, pulling on his robe irritably and almost knocking him over.

Draco closed his eyes tightly, trying to hold his temper, he forgot about it again. "30 minutes or not at all," he hissed and glared at her. She just scowled and stared at him disapprovingly. "All right then," he muttered and would turn on his heels to return to their room.

But before he can take a step, she pulls him forcibly, he smirks, he has won. "All right, all right," she said finally giving up.

Draco just grinned in the dark. He likes her like this.

When they had reached the dungeon, he saw that Thomas had been waiting for Luna in front of the cell door. He gritted his teeth in annoyance. It's like it's been his routine to meet Luna every night and have a conversation with her.

Dean sees that Luna is with Draco, which makes him stand at his feet and clenches his fist at his side. He glared at the Slytherin in hatred. "What are you doing here, Malfoy?" He practically spat on him.

"What? You're at my Manor after all," Draco replied with a smirk and put his arm around Luna's shoulder.

"Get your filthy hand off her," Dean hissed, still glaring at him, he really despise him.

"Don't tell me what to do, you mud-blood. Luna is my wife, I can do anything to her," Draco said angrily to him.

Luna looked at the two men in restless, she didn't expect this, well actually she did, but not as bad as this. "Just stop, you'll attract attention with your voice," she said softly, not wanting to make the atmosphere more tense than it should be.

"He started first," Draco said childishly.

"I will not start first if you stand there and touch her like a whore," Dean spat at him.

Draco was taken back with what he said. His eyes were dark and his anger had taken over his whole body. He unleashes his arm around Luna's shoulder and with a swift motion he grabs him by the collar and yanks him violently. "How dare you call my wife a whore, you scum of the earth," he said dangerously. And before Dean could open his mouth, Draco's fist landed on his jaw, causing him to tumble back and wake Mr. Ollivander.

"Oh, dear," Luna gasped, really not expecting this.

"Get up, you bastard!" Draco practically shouted and rattled the bars of the cell roughly.

He took something behind his robe and Luna knew what he was looking for. Before he can reach for his wand, Luna grabs him by his arm and pulls him away from the cell. "Draco, stop it," she pulled him away with all her might. "That's not what he meant," she said frantically.

"Really Luna? He called you a whore and you still defend him?" Draco looked at her in disbelief.

"Luna is smart to know what I mean, Malfoy. Unlike you, you're just a stupid git," Dean said casually while wiping the blood from his lips.

Luna becomes increasingly panicked and anxious. She could feel how Draco's body turned very hot against her palms, and that wasn't a good sign. Before Draco can react, she pulls him away and mouthing an apology to Dean.

"What do you think you're doing?" Draco yells at her, running his fingers through his hair and making it mess after they reach their room.

"Calm down, you'll wake everyone up," Luna said in a tone that was inversely proportional to him.

"How can I be calm if he just called you…" he paused, not wanting to say the word.

"That's not what he meant, Draco," Luna muttered softly. "Believe me, that's not what he means."

"How can you defend him?" Draco asked in disbelief.

"I'm not defending him," she replied in a soft tone.

"What was that then?" He exclaimed angrily.

"Draco, calm down, you'll wake everyone up," Luna told him gently, not raising her voice at all.

"Oh, fuck it," he cursed. He doesn't understand why Luna is defending Thomas. Sure, Thomas didn't mean that, but still it was aimed at his wife. If Luna hadn't stopped him, he would break into the cell and slit Thomas's throat until he couldn't talk anymore, he deserved it.

He took off his robe and shirt angrily and threw it at the corners of the room. He practically threw himself into bed; he lay on his side, trying to turn his back on her.

He was sulking.

He felt the bed sank in a bit, a sign she had joined him. Without him expecting it, she suddenly hugged him from behind, burying her face on his back.

"I don't want to fight any more, Draco." He found her voice very adorable against his back. He couldn't help but smile and feel better.

He turned and wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer, he rested his chin at the top of her head. "All right then," he mumbled and kissed the top of her head before they fell asleep.


Draco wakes up as he feels someone is shaking his body and calling his name over and over again. He growled loudly and ignores the noise. He lay on his stomach and buried his face in his pillow. He frowns a bit as he feels his bed is not as fluffy as usual and his pillow is too thin for his liking.

"Draco, wake up," Luna shook him violently, panic took over her mind, she didn't know what to do. "For Merlin's sake, Draco, wake up!" She exclaimed irritably, making him wake up and sit upright.

"What the..." He paused while looking at the room around him. "Where are we?" He asked in puzzlement and looked around.

This is not their room. They were elsewhere and he didn't recognize this place, he doubted they were still at Malfoy Manor. The rooms are much smaller than their room. There was a wide mirror across the room, and there was a door, no furniture other than the bed.

"I will ask you the same question," Luna replied. She woke up feeling the air getting hotter. Indeed, this is summer. But their room has never been this hot. And she wakes up and finds them no longer in their room. Who is likely to move them? She felt nothing while asleep.

When they are looking for what is happening, they suddenly hear the sound of running water, it flows quite swiftly. And Luna finds it coming from the floor; the floor is draining a lot of water.

"Oh, Draco," she gasped, feeling confused, shocked and anxious. If the water doesn't stop, this room will be filled with water.

"Where's my wand?" Draco says, trying to keep his voice steady. He's whipped his head side to side, but he doesn't find his wand.

"I don't know, Draco," Luna replied, watching the water flowing faster uneasily.

"We have to get out of here." He got out of bed, the tip of his sweatpants wet with water. He stretched out his hand to help her down. While heading for the door, he held her hand. As he jerked the doorknob, he cursed angrily, it was locked. He tried many times, but no results. He banged on the door, he kicked it, he punched it, but the door stood still.

"Fuck, who did this?" He exclaims angrily, running his fingers through his hair in frustration. "This room will be filled with water. They are trying to kill us." He looked down; the water had reached his knees.

He knows who did this. This must be his aunt's act. She's bloody insane!

"There must be a way out here, they can't kill us," Luna muttered, looking for a way out in every corner of the room.

Draco did the same. He groped for the wall, looking for signs of a way out, but it was a waste, all just walls. He looked around again, the water had reached his hips, his sweatpants had been wet and Luna's night gown had wet up to her waist and showed her perfect tights.

Draco's attention returned to the door when he found nothing on the wall. He jerked the doorknob roughly and tried to pull it away, but it's useless. He's getting panic; the water gets higher and will fill the room in minutes. He whipped his head on Luna; she refused to give up and still looking for a way out that possibility was hidden.

"No way out!" Draco roared angrily. He was cold; the water had reached his neck.

Luna shook her head. "There must be a way out, they can't kill us," she said but there was desperation in her voice, and Draco noticed it.

"If I get out of here, I'll hex her into shape of Wrackspurt," he muttered angrily, beginning to plan scenes to deal with his aunt.

5 minutes later, the water filled the room and turned it into a swimming pool. Draco held his breath and dived, still struggling with the door.

While Luna cursed herself for not using her Ravenclaw brain, she remembers a wide mirror, there must be a reason why there is only a mirror here, they can't possibly put a mirror just for decoration. She took a deep breath and dived, she approached the mirror and put her hand on the mirror, there was a small space between her refection and the mirror. If she is not under the water, she will jump in joy.

It's a two-way mirror, this is their way out.

She turned to Draco and swam toward him. She pulled him by his arm, she gestured toward the mirror. But all of a sudden, Draco looks like he's struggling with himself. He whipped his head side to side. He was out of breath.

Luna put her hands on the side of his face, pulling his face close to hers and giving him her breath through her mouth. Luna is good at holding her breath; she can at least last 2 minutes or more if she is lucky. She felt Draco quit fighting and pulled him toward the mirror. She gestured to him to punch the mirror but he didn't seem to understand what she meant. Instead, she held the banister under the mirror with one hand and started punching the mirror as hard as she could, but the pressure under the water made it difficult to give her best hit, but she kept trying.

Apparently Draco has understood what she means and follows her movements. Although he doesn't know what's behind this mirror, he's still doing what Luna wants him to do. She's smart; she'll know there's a way out here. He punched harder each time his lungs began to protest and crave for oxygen. He can't die here; he doesn't want to die here. He saw the mirror begin to crack. He gave his last hit and the entire mirror broke, and they were thrown out like goldfishes that came out of the aquarium.

Both lay soaked and coughed, and tried to fill their lungs with oxygen.

"Splendid! I know they can find it."

Draco heard the sound of his aunt shouting happily as if she had just seen a dolphin jump from an aquarium. He turned his head toward the source of the voice and glared hatefully at his aunt. He was surprised not only to find his aunt, but also his uncle, his parents, Rabastan, even Blaise and Theodore. So all this time they just watch and do nothing!

"Are you trying to kill us?!" He exclaimed angrily, staring at them with red eyes. He notices that his parents look tense, but Draco is too angry to care.

"Oh, you're being overreacting, dear nephew. You both make it out alive," Bellatrix murmured as she waved her hand dismissively, as if her actions were plausible."I'm very excited but you guys are smart enough to know that it's a two-way mirror," she mumbled happily.

"I haven't seen any benefit in doing this, Bella," Rodolphus muttered as he massaged the bridge of his nose. They all woke up because Bella was yelling, asking them to follow her and showing them something she said was amazing.

"Oh, shush. You will not know what will happen to them. What if they were in a situation where they didn't have wand? Using the Muggle way is the only way," Bella explained.

"Still, it is not necessary. You almost killed my son and my daughter-in-law, Bella. And you know there's a price you have to pay if it really happens," Lucius muttered coldly. His gaze pierced Bellatrix's skull, causing her shiver, but Bellatrix being Bellatrix, refusing to show her weakness.

"You spoil them," Bellatrix scoffed.

"Next time, Bella, if you put them in this situation again or worse without my knowledge, I will cut your head in Muggle way and hand it over to the Longbottom boy," Lucius threatened.

Blaise and Theodore take a step back, feeling uncomfortable being close to Lucius Malfoy in this situation.

"Draco, Luna, what are you doing? Go back to your room," Lucius ordered before turning on his heels to return to his room. Narcissa didn't follow him; she needed to make sure that her son and daughter-in-law were fine.

Draco turned his head on Luna. She shivered. But there was something else that caught his attention. He can see her nipples through her wet night gown. He shifts slightly and shields her body with his to keep it away from other man's eyes here.

Bellatrix, Rodolphus, and Rabastan have left the room. There are only Blaise, Theodore, and Narcissa there.

"Well, mate, that was rather cool," Blaise said with a grin.

"Lucky that your wife is smart, I can't imagine if she is Pansy," Theodore said with a chuckle. Blaise can't help but chuckle with him.

Draco didn't find it funny at all. He just glared at them and held Luna close to his back.

"Blaise, Theodore, why don't you go back to your room? I thought you had to leave the next morning," Narcissa interrupted politely.

"Oh yes, thank you for reminding us Mrs. Malfoy, excuse me," Blaise responded.

"See you later, mate," Theodore nodded slightly at Draco. "Luna," he added and waved his hand at her.

Luna just smiled politely.

As the two Slytherins leave, Narcissa kneels close to Draco. "Are you all right? I am very worried,"

"We're fine, mother," Draco replied. "But can we get our towels?"

"Oh, I forgot," Narcissa gasped. She snapped her finger, and a house elf appeared with two white towels. "Thank you, Pinka."

"It's Pinka's pleasure mistress Narcissa," the house elf bends and left with a loud 'pop'.

"Are you sure you're all right?" Narcissa asked anxiety clearly visible on her face.

"Yes, mother, we're sure we're all right," Draco replied, helping Luna wraps herself in a thick towel. She was shaking from the cold. They must immediately change their clothes; he also felt the cold had crept into his bones. "It's better to go back to our room to change our clothes," he said as he helped Luna to her feet and put his arm around her waist to support her drenched body.

"Yes, that's a good idea," Narcissa said, pulling over a little to give the couple space. "I'll see you in the morning."

Draco sighed heavily. "I think we weren't going down for breakfast, I was too angry to face aunt Bella," he muttered under his breath.

"I understand. I'm sorry; I can't do anything to stop Bella. She's just too..." Narcissa paused, not knowing what to say about her sister.

"Barbaric," Draco continued dryly, there was hatred in his tone, Narcissa could detect it.

"You have to get back to your room," Narcissa ended the subject.

"We'll see you later, mother," Draco said and led his wife out of the blasted room.


A/N II – The water scene, I'm inspirited by the movie called 'Kingsman: The Secret Service'.