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Chapter 27

Luna stared at them in dumbfounded, not sure if this was just a dream or a reality. A few hours ago she fell asleep for the first time and suddenly had a nightmare to see Draco go home. Indeed, she hopes Draco to come home but not in this condition, she expects him to go home healthy without abrasions. But the sight of him stands helpless, even breathing becomes the hardest thing he has to do to really hurt her.

He steps aside as Lucius and Blaise carry him to the couch and help him to lie down. She looked at Lucius, silently asking what had happened.

"The Order of the Phoenix knows about our plans and decides to attack all of a sudden," Lucius muttered, his hair that always tied up neatly to look messy, showing how intense the battle was. "Nobody is ready for it so many of the Death Eaters are hurt."

"Are you all right?" Luna asked very quietly, she didn't even hear her own voice.

"Pretty good," Lucius replied dryly.

She looked up at Blaise.

"I'm fine, Luna," Blaise answered. He was sweating and looking pale, probably shaken.

"Take care of him for a while, can you?" Lucius asked. "Severus will return in the morning and bring the healing potions he is brewing."

Luna nodded as she crouched and wiped the sweat off Draco's forehead. "Yes. I can. There's a balm that might make the wound less severe."

"I'm going down to help Bellatrix, she might be dying," Lucius said coolly as if he didn't care. Then he left the room with Blaise following behind him.

She closed the door and locked it. She went to the bathroom to get scissors, a basin of warm water, a cloth, and a bandage, then she went back in hurry, nor did she forget to get a balm.

"Oh, Draco," Luna muttered sadly as he moaned in pain. She decided to cut his top. Once after she succeeded in cutting his top, she was shocked by the wound. It's just a single cut on his chest but long and deep.

"Luna," he moaned faintly. He knows she's here, but he can't see her, and he wants to see her badly. It's been awhile and he misses her.

"I'm here, Draco, I'll heal you," she said as she wiped the wound from the blood. "I'm sorry, Draco," she said softly as he growled. "The wound is so deep," she murmured in concern.

Draco took her hand by grasping it. He must touch her; he must know whether this is real or just his imagination. He keeps thinking about her, wondering how her reaction when he leaves without telling her, he wonders if she misses him as much as he misses her. The idea of her didn't miss him making his chest tight and almost made him want to cry.

"It's been awhile," he muttered and grinned vaguely.

She looked up at him and smiled weakly. "Is it," she replied as she wiped the wound. "I wish you'd tell me if you left," she muttered under her breath.

"I know," he replied. "Did you miss me?" He asked without stopping himself.

She didn't answer for a moment and made him think that she didn't miss him, but suddenly she smiled weakly once more. "I often think of you." And her answer is enough to answer his question.

"So do I," he replied without hesitation. "I can't sleep at night, and I can't eat," he finally admitted. Months away from her make him feel like in hell. He can't sleep soundly; he even eats just to keep him alive.

Luna felt the butterflies on her belly that made her feel weird. She swallowed and looked down, refusing to look at him. Fortunately, she has finished cleaning his wound so she can change the subject, they can talk about their feelings later. "I'm going to put some balm on your wound, maybe it'll hurt," she told him as she reached for the balm.

He just nodded and closed his eyes tightly. He growled as she smeared balm on his wound, he felt like burned. Merlin, this is really bad. He couldn't help but growl once again as she put balm on his chest again. Every time she smeared a balm on his chest he felt like dead.

"I'm sorry, Draco," she murmured with guilt. "This is the last time." Then, she was smearing the balm again and he growled louder that made her feel bad. "That's okay, it's done."

He breathes in relief once it's done. His chest feels like burning, but the burning sensation is slowly gone and makes him relax. "Does it look nasty?" He asks and opens his eyes. This time he was able to see her though vaguely. He doesn't remember her being so beautiful, his beautiful wife.

"Not really, it's just a single cut but deep. Is it because of a curse or a weapon?" She asked as she wrapped a bandage around his chest carefully.

"I don't remember," he said. "It's such a chaos; I don't even know who attacked me."

"Professor Snape will bring the healing potions in the morning, you'll be fine," she said after finishing with a bandage.

"I'm fine now," he replied quietly, almost in a whisper.

She smiles at him and gets up to leave him. But before she can take a step, he grabs her wrist. "Stay," he whispered. "Please."

She looked down at him, her eyes softening as she stared at him. "I have to change the water and the cloth to clean your body."

"Just stay, that's all I ask," he said, almost as if begging.

She muses for a moment before nodding. "I'll move you to bed then."

With great difficulty, Luna helps Draco to move to bed, where he feels more comfortable. After he was lying comfortably, she grabbed his legs and let go of his boots. Then she moved to sit at the end of the bed. Draco pulls her closer and puts his head in her lap. She leaned against the headboard and stroked his hair gently.

"How do you feel now?" Luna asked quietly.

"Not too bad," he replied and grabbed her hand, holding her hand and stroking her wedding ring. She's still using it, he thought.

"Go to bed then," Luna said. "I will wake you up if Professor Snape has come."

"You won't sleep?" He asked, his eyes getting heavy.

"No, I'll wait for Professor Snape, it's almost morning," she replied as she glanced at the clock, it said 3:55 AM.

"Are you staying here?" He asked.

"I'm not going anywhere," she replied.

Then there's silence between them. Luna thinks that Draco has slept. His breathing sounds stable. He must be so tired that he fell asleep instantly. She hopes to do more to make him feel better. But for a moment she lost in her thought, she heard him say something.

"Luna," Draco whispered.

"Hmm?" She looked down to check on him, making sure that he was just talking in his sleep or not, but apparently not, his eyes open and staring intently at her.

"Kiss me," he said in a whisper. He has been longing for her kiss for months. But with his condition like this, he can't make the first move and kiss her.

Luna didn't answer. She simply bends down and presses their lips together. After their lips touched, she felt more alive, feeling better, she also felt more butterflies in her belly. And that moment she no longer doubts that she loves him, she falls in love with her own husband. She shuddered as Draco slid his tongue and greedily explored her mouth. And Luna shows how she misses him by clasping their tongues together. This feels very good.

She pulls away as her lungs start to need air. She looked at him and flushed, she didn't even know why she was flushed.

Draco smirked as he watched her blush. Somehow he loved the effect he gave her. She is so innocent that he wants to touch every inch of her body to mark her as his own, his alone. This may sound very silly, but he will not deny it again that he fell in love with his own wife.

"Go to sleep," Luna muttered under her breath.

He just nodded slowly and closed his eyes; he fell asleep instantly with the scent and her touch surrounded him. And he dreamed of playing in the garden with her with three platinum blond haired boys. It was his favorite dream.


Two weeks have passed, Draco has recovered after getting a potion from Professor Snape, he has also gained his weight back by eating right and do some exercise. He smirks smugly, Luna loves watching him while doing exercises on the balcony in their room. She may not want to admit that he noticed her when he was shirtless and did push-ups. Push-ups aren't something he likes, but since seeing how Luna watched him with fascinated, she stroked his ego too hard making push-ups become his favorite exercise.

And today they will return to Hogwarts. They have been on the train to look for compartment. Not many students who returned, many missing, especially the muggle-born, they are somewhere to hide, some half-blood do the same, and the train is almost full of pure-blood, almost.

He holds Luna's hand tightly as he pulls her along with him. She kept looking down as if to hide her face behind her hair. She may be nervous. Maybe people would think that she betrayed Harry Potter so she chose to hide and away from the anger of the Potter supporters. He understands how the situation she is now, so he will do his best to protect her, to make her feel safe. No one can hurt her while he's still alive.

Luna heard that, the whispers, the insults that were thrown at her behind her back, she heard that. She also felt the gaze of the other students that made her want to hide. She's used to those things, but this time it's not natural for her, she can't face it. She just wanted to go back to Malfoy Manor, where she didn't feel like a clown in the middle of the crowd.

"Traitor."

She turned her face with a reflex as someone whispered roughly to her as she was passing by. She found Lavender Brown with Pervati Patil looking at her in disgust. She couldn't do anything and clasped Draco's hands tighter, distracting him.

Draco turned as he felt her squeeze his hand. "Are you all right?" He whispered.

She nodded and still looked to the ground. "Yes,"

He knows that she's lying. She had certainly heard the whispers from people around, he heard that too, but he was used to it and decided to ignore it. "Here is our compartment," he said, sliding the door open. He let Luna in first, then he followed. He closed and locked the door; he also closed the curtain to make Luna feel comfortable.

During the trip, Luna just silent looking out the window, she looked that she was somewhere else, a place where the creatures she often mentioned lived. But Draco knows better, she's definitely thinking about her friends and how she can survive at Hogwarts with the whispers and insults she'll get that may be worse than before she married him.

Suddenly she got up and unlocked the door.

"Where are you going?" He asked.

"I have to go to the toilet," she replied.

"I'll come with you," he said without waiting for her approval. He can't let her wander around the train filled with angry students, they may be hexing her when he is not at her side, he knows that Luna can fight them, but he didn't want to take any risk. In addition, his mother asked him to be on Luna's side. He got up and took her hand, leading her to the ladies' room.

As they make their way into the ladies' room, Draco can feel every pair of eyes staring at them, it's like they are aliens from another planet. Some stared with hatred, some stared with fear, but he didn't care, he glared at them in return, that was enough to make them feel intimidated.

"What you staring at, idiot," he spat roughly to a Gryffindor whom he knew was Ron Weasley's ex-girlfriend. The Gryffindor girl just pouts at him and turns her face. The girl was really worst, really suited for Weasley.

"I'll wait here," Draco whispered to Luna gently. "Don't be too long."

Luna nodded and walked into the toilet. For a moment she stepped inside, a red-haired girl who was very familiar to her out of the toilet. She stopped dead in her track, she was unable to move. They just stared at each other, unsure of what they should do. But Luna wants to say something to her, tells her everything that all is not as people think, she wants to tell her that she is still on Harry's side, she still believe in him. But her body froze as she considered the risks she would face if she broke the rules; it wasn't her life to be lost, but her father's.

So she dropped her gaze to the ground and walked past her as if she didn't know her, as if they weren't friends. Quietly, Luna apologized. Although there were no chains that chained her ankles and her wrists, even though she wasn't in a dungeon, she was still a prisoner chained by an invisible chain.