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Chapter 24

When they arrived at their room after wetting the carpet during their trip to their room, Draco noticed that the door was half open and the doorknob wasn't as damaged as he had expected, indicating someone had entered easily by cast a spell. He wondered how his aunt could get in easily. Then, it hit him; he hasn't put a ward in their room. He had been planning to put a ward weeks ago, but he forgot. He growled in frustration as he dried himself with a towel.

Luna hears it; she turns her head and frowns worriedly. "Are you alright?"

He jerked his head toward her. "Huh? Oh yes, I'm fine," he said."I had planned to put a ward on our room but I forgot, that's why aunt Bella can get in easily."

She nodded in understanding. "Forgetting is a natural thing."

He sighed. "I know, it's just ... well, everything has happened," he said as he walked toward her. "Are you hurt?" He asked as he looked at her nose and her eyes were still a little red.

"I'm pretty good," she replied softly.

Draco took her hand and clasped it with his, her hand very cold. He takes the other one and holds it in his large hands. "Your hands are very cold," he murmured.

"We are in the water long enough, other than that the water is very cold," she replied as she watched their hands.

"That makes sense," he said. He let go of her hands and cupped her face, he pressed their lips together, but he pulled away instantly. "Your lips are cold too."

Luna raises her hand and touches his lower lip with her thumb gently, caressing it for a moment.

Draco's breath caught in his throat by her action. Her touch was so gentle against his lips, it was like she touched flower petals and he never got that kind of treatment before. His eyes were on her intently, he could hear near his heart throbbing loudly against his chest. He was nervous. For the love of Merlin, he is nervous by such gesture. But he didn't blame himself at all. Any man will feel nervous if they get such treatment from her.

"Yours rather warm," Luna said as she tilted her head, watching his slightly open lips. But she pulled her hand away suddenly. "It's better if we change clothes."

"Y-yes," he replied, feeling slightly disappointed.


Four days have passed peacefully and in silence at Malfoy Manor. No noise from downstairs as usual. And Draco is suspicious. It's just too quiet, too peaceful, and too wrong. After what happened it was like no life. And most surprisingly, his aunt, Bellatrix has never made any noise during these four days.

The day after they were moved in another room, in the morning he was half expecting his aunt to drag him for training, but she didn't do that, not even yesterday, not yesterday the day after tomorrow, and today. But he thinks it's a bad sign, his aunt is probably planning something, another surprise.

He is trying to find out what the possibilities are planned by his aunt. It must be another crazy thing that might make their lives in danger. But before he could think any farther, the knock on the door distracted his mind.

"I'll get that," he said as he saw Luna half-standing up from her chair, she was painting with the canvas, brush, and paint he gave for her. He opened the door and found Blaise standing there. "What is it, Zabini?" He spontaneously asked.

"Nothing," Blaise answered. "I was just wondering if you want to fly today, the weather is good, Nott is waiting in the backyards."

Draco thinks having a little fun will keep his nerves calm after a few days become tense. "Sounds good, go on ahead, I'll be there in a few minutes," he said.

"Asking your wife for permission?" Blaise grinned.

"Sod off, Zabini," he snarled and closed the door. He turns to Luna who is really busy with her own world. Her little hand ran a brush on the canvas carefully. He approached her and put his hands on her shoulders making her look up and stare at him with her big blue eyes. "I'll fly for a bit."

Luna nodded. "Of course, you need some entertainment," she said.

He certainly has some entertainment, and that's just for him. "I won't be long. Don't leave the room without me," he said, bending over and kissing her forehead, his lips slowly making its way to her lips and kissing her gently and passionately, he could feel the sweetness of the chocolate she ate before deciding to paint. He pulled away and looked at her. "Do not come out without me," he repeated. She nodded and smiled a little.

Two hours later, Draco has returned from flying. He walked back to his and Luna's room with a broomstick in his hand. His hair was a mess, sweat dripping from his forehead to his jaw, and he smelled like the sun, he needed a bath or Luna didn't want to get close to him anymore. Maybe he can take Luna to bathe with him, he grins at the thought. She must look a mess too, with the paint that stains her fingers, her face, and her hair, and he'll be more than happy to help her clean the paint off from her skin.

However, when he has been in the room, he doesn't find Luna. Her chair has been emptied. The previous painting was finished and leaned against the wall and there was an untouched canvas. "Luna?" He called, thinking she might be in the bathroom. But he didn't find her in the bathroom. She's gone.

He took a deep breath and threw his broomstick across the room. Why is it so hard to obey him? He thought angrily. She must be somewhere to do adventure and got herself in trouble. Why is his wife like a cat who always disappears if he doesn't notice?

He descended the stairs in a hurry to find her. The first place he was going to was a dungeon, maybe she visited Thomas again, although he doubted that Luna would go to the dungeon by day but he had to make sure, no one knew the way she thinking, she wasn't normal anyway. Before he can take a step further, he meets Blaise and Theodore; they look just as messy as him.

"Malfoy," Theodore began.

"Not now, Nott," he interrupted without bothering to glance at him.

"I have to tell you something," Theodore said following him from behind, he sounded panicky. But Draco didn't care.

"For Merlin's sake Malfoy, you have to listen to us," Blaise snapped, he grabbed his shoulder and pulled him roughly, almost knocking him over.

"I said not now, I have to ..."

"Your wife is being dragged by your crazy aunt to the pool you stubborn twit!" Blaise bellowed at him.

"What?"

"You hear me?" Blaise said angrily.

Of course Draco listened to him; he was just too stunned by what he heard. As soon Blaise's words were processed by his brain perfectly, he ran toward the pool. This is what he fears. His aunt is silent for several days, she may have planned this.

When he arrived, he saw Luna's whole body tied up with chains. His aunt laughed like a teenage girl. "What are you doing now?" He bellowed.

Bellatrix turned her head and smiled wider as she found the audiences. "Well, we have audiences here," she told Luna.

Luna just cried, staring at Draco in order to take her away from here.

Draco of course saw that. He must be very idiot if he doesn't see that her eyes plead with him. "Let her go now," he hissed, his fists clenched at his side.

Bellatrix clicked her tongue disapprovingly. "You spoil her. I'm doing this to train her."

"You're being ridiculous! She has done a lot of training with you," Draco said angrily. "I won't let you hurt her, not again."

"How sweet," Bellatrix scoffed. "War is getting closer. One of the Snatchers sees Potter with his chronics. We need her to fight against Potter and how she can fight against Potter if she can't casting a non-verbal spell and wandless? I really remember her casting a non-verbal spell to me, and how could she not be able to do it again? She certainly pretended she couldn't," she said, her tone becoming serious."She just needs a little pressure," she added.

Now he remembers, Rodolphus and Bellatrix taught them to casting non-verbal spell and wandless. He was quite satisfied when he could do that in a few days. But Luna, she has a problem. She doesn't even show the ability of casting non-verbal spell or wandless. He was quite surprised to see that she couldn't do that anymore. He also had a feeling that she was only pretending that she couldn't, she just didn't want to fight Potter, so she took a risk.

"I don't want to hear anything from you, just release her," he says, trying to hold his temper, he doesn't want to push too far and put himself in danger too, no one will save them if they are both in danger. His father was away with Rodolphus and Rabastan, only Merlin knew where he was going.

"Oh, stop that nonsense, just watch it, it'll cheer you up," Bellatrix said, waving her hand lazily. She turns to Luna and grins at her. "Don't cry, sweetheart, it won't hurt."

Luna shook her head, looked at Draco, begging him. She wanted to say something, but she was choking.

Draco has had enough. If he can't stop this in a human way, he will stop this animal's way. But before he can move one finger, Bellatrix pushes Luna to the pool, she sinks instantly. With a chained body, she certainly can't swim.

His grey eyes grew. "No!" He runs toward Bellatrix, ready to attack her and save Luna.

"Hold him!" Bellatrix shouted at Theodore and Blaise. Since the two are too scared to say no, they obey and hold Draco's arms tightly, keeping him to stay still.

"Let go of me, you pathetic gits!" Draco yells at them, struggling to get out of their grasp and save his wife. But two against one is unfair; it just makes them hold on to him harder. "Luna!" He shouts her name over and over like a maniac and Bellatrix laughs with the pleasure of seeing him, this is one of her favorite things. "I swear, if anything happens to her I'll kill you with my own hands!" He spat at Bellatrix. His eyes glared at her with anger and hatred.

"What happened?" Narcissa came from somewhere after hearing the commotion from the pool. Her eyes widen in horror as she sees Draco shouting and throwing harsh words at Bellatrix.

"Oh, another audience, welcome my dear sister," Bellatrix said sweetly.

"What's going on?" Narcissa asked. Suddenly she has a bad feeling that Bellatrix has done another bad thing to Draco and Luna.

"She threw Luna into the pool and her whole body was tied up by chains. She's mental. Let go of me now!" He couldn't control himself anymore; he wriggled like caged wild animal.

"You told to Mummy? Draco, you're bad boy," Bellatrix said dramatically and laughed.

"Bella, you will kill her," Narcissa said in concern.

"My, my, it won't kill her," Bellatrix said casually, glancing over at the pool. "She's still breathing," she tells them as if it will make them relieved.

"You crazy, I really wish you were dead!" Draco spat at her again. "You two better listen to me and release me now or you will regret it," he hissed at Theodore and Blaise.

"I'm sorry, mate, I'd rather face you than your aunt," Blaise said, not letting go of his grip on Draco's arm.

"Right, you've made your own bed, and you'll lie on it whether you like it or not," Draco said dangerously, at the moment he sounded like Lucius.

Luna struggled with the chain that wrapped around her body tightly. She can't move at all. She wants to scream, ask for help, but she's under the water and that's impossible. What should she do? Why didn't Draco help her? Why didn't anyone help her? Will she die? Oh Merlin, she doesn't want to die in such a sad way.

She struggled again, trying to untangle the chain from around her body. But the more she struggled, the thinner the air in her lungs. She tries to stay calm, but part of herself yells at her, how can she be calm in a situation like this? She could be killed.

Then, she spotted something, something shone, and her mind said that that was the key. Bellatrix throws the key into the pool before throwing her away. She tries to get close, to grab the key, but she can't move, she only moves an inch from her starting position.

The only way to get the key is to cast a non verbal spell and wandless. That may be Bellatrix's purpose. She remembered that she was under pressure when the first time she did those things. Besides, she is a pure-blood witch, she is never proud of her status as pure-blood and she will never be, but at least magic has been flowing in her blood and her veins ever since she was born.

She closed her eyes, concentrated and mumbled deep in her heart. "Accio key."

But nothing happened. She can still see the key is far away from her. She tried again, again, and again, but no results. And she finally thought, this may be the time for her to join her mother.