L'amour Detruit *COMPLETE*

“Malfoy, what the hell have you been doing?”

Draco’s eyes popped open at these words. Blaise was standing over him with a bewildered stare, while the other Slytherins were roaring with laughter. Draco’s memories came flooding back to him in an instant. He had fallen asleep on the grass with Luna, who had evidently woken up much earlier than him and had left him there alone.

Draco was suddenly aware that Blaise was holding his clothes, and that he was completely naked. His hands immediately sprang to cover his throbbing erection and he shouted, “Give me those!”

Blaise tossed his uniform to him at once. Flushing furiously, Draco slipped them on as fast as he could. “Uh, what happened?” he asked idiotically.

“Last I remember, you left to empty your bladder. By the looks of it, I’m guessing it didn’t go too well,” Zabini drawled with a smirk. The others snickered. “Easy on the butterbeer next time.”

Draco felt himself fuming, but he remained silent. Hell, what could anyone say after being caught sleeping naked on the school grounds? Humiliated, he followed the others back into the castle. His entire body was aching, and his nose was curiously sore. The Slytherins entered the Great Hall for breakfast, with Draco sulking behind them.

A pang of anger hit him as he looked over at the Ravenclaw table. Neville was sitting next to Luna, and the two appeared to be grossly immersed in discussion. Why the fuck is he still talking to her? He thought bitterly. He’s not even in her house!

As if realizing he was staring at her, Luna abruptly looked up at him and waved pleasantly. Draco angrily turned away and took his seat. How dare she leave him again after such a pleasant night, and then have the nerve to parade around with Longbottom? He ate his breakfast in fury, intentionally avoiding looking over at the Ravenclaw table. After finishing, he stormed to his room to get ready for Divination class.

He got to Divination later than usual, much to Trelawney’s displeasure, and sat down next to Crabbe and Goyle without looking at Luna. He remained in foul mood for the entire class, growing even angrier after realizing that Luna hadn’t even noticed him. She was busily chattering away with Longbottom, who was probably pitching a tent under the table at having an attractive girl talk to him. Draco gritted his teeth.

He was the first to spring to his feet and bolt out of the classroom when the bell rang. Gritting his teeth and mumbling under his breath, Draco stormed down the stairs feeling rejected and bitter. Then, without any prior warning, he heard her dreamy voice softly echo his name. “Draco?”

His head jerked up without his consent. His books fell from his hands, and he felt himself falling down the stairs, yet all he could manage to spit out was, “Yes Luna?”

Luna hurried down the stairs. “I’m sorry! Are you alright?”

“You really have to stop doing this to me,” Draco groaned feebly. Luna helped him to his feet and picked his books off the ground.

“Your nose is bleeding again,” she told him.

“Great.”

Luna began to giggle. Draco frowned. “I’m glad you find this funny,” he snapped. But this somehow made her giggle even louder. Draco was furious, he was absolutely livid now.

However his expression soon changed after seconds of watching Luna giggle. Her laugh was so innocently luminous that Draco could not bear to turn away or frown. He too began to snicker, and within moments the two were roaring with laughter. People passing by shot them curious looks, wondering what in the world was so funny that Draco Malfoy was in hysterics with Looney Lovegood while blood was streaming down his nose. Just the fact that he was laughing at absolutely nothing made Draco furious. It was as if he couldn’t even control his own emotions when he was with Luna. And yet he still couldn’t stop, no matter how much he wished he could.


“What the hell are we laughing at?”

“I-I don’t remember,” gasped Luna, struggling to catch her breath.

Finally they stopped laughing. “Do you want to go for a walk?” Draco offered.

Luna wrinkled her nose. “In this weather? Whatever for?”

Draco raised his eyebrows, but for some reason began to feel foolish. “Um, it’s a nice day so I just thought you might fancy a walk…”

“I guess so,” Luna replied uncertainly, making Draco feel even more pathetic. She followed him silently as he sauntered outside cautiously; making sure that nobody saw him with Luna. In a tranquil hush the pair strolled along the school grounds. Luna grasped Draco’s lonely hand and began to lead him into the garden. Where she was taking him, he didn’t know, but he walked behind her obediently until they entered a private spot amidst the lush greenery. Drawing him toward her, Luna dropped to the ground and Draco fell on her tender body.

Luna giggled and slowly kissed his neck. He closed his eyes; allowing himself to drown in this pleasure. He had been furious only minutes ago, yet the mere sound of Luna’s dreamy voice had overpowered his will. He was nothing now.

Draco moaned. Luna’s warm hands over his body were pure torture. They caressed him cruelly, the pleasure luring him into a vicious world that he could not control. He was losing himself. His own body was betraying him. And now Luna was undressing him. She was stripping him off his pride and masculinity as if they were frivolous garments and then discarding them without a care.

Why did she make him feel so helpless?

With his last ounce of strength, Draco reached up and tore off Luna’s robe. Her ivory breasts popped out of their lacy shell and fell onto his bare chest. Her rosy nipples pierced him sharply as she pressed against his body. Her clothes slid swiftly to the ground, and now she lay bare on top of Draco.

Wasting not one moment, Luna claimed his mouth in a torturous kiss. Draco had no choice but to allow her. He massaged her tongue hungrily, wanting this pleasure to never end, and yet wishing he could stop being so powerless. He felt her hands move down to his penis. She gripped it tightly and stroked it, causing Draco to moan uncontrollably. Nearly trembling, he felt her insert him into herself.

He was shaking. His entire world was spinning around him, while he was slowly sinking into a nihilistic void. Everything around him was collapsing, and he could feel himself loosen his grip on the material world each time he thrust into Luna. And each thrust was a frightful reminder of the world he was now distant from; the realm in which things were lucid and where Draco still knew what he was doing. All of this was rapidly disappearing, and Luna was the only object Draco could still cling to.

He couldn’t decipher how long he had been in her. Time now seemed artificial; a comforting illusion that he no longer had access to. Yet he was in her, and now nearing his climax.

Draco held his breath.

He came.

Like a whirlpool, the sweet ecstasy sprang and captured them both. Their juices mixed and bodies intertwined, they were now one. Draco was nothing at all other than the part of him that was inside Luna.

Then, as swiftly as it came, the euphoria dissipated and Draco felt himself collapse back into his now bleak world. He wanted to cry out as Luna pulled herself away from him, wishing that he could stay in her forever, and stay with her in the world where nothing else mattered.

But she was out of his grip now, and beginning to get dressed.

“Where are you going? Can’t you stay here with me?” Draco found himself plead.

Luna looked up, surprised. “What for?”

“Why do you always just leave after every time we make love? Why can’t you stay, if only for a little while?” he retorted crossly.

Luna paused. “I already told Neville I’d meet him back at the castle for lunch.”

Draco’s temper began to rise. “I can’t believe you’re ditching me to hang out with Longbottom!”

“You can come with us if you want,” Luna offered.

“No, I don’t want to hang around with you and Longbottom!” Draco spluttered.

“Then what do you want?” she asked obliviously.

Draco stopped, feeling incredibly wounded. After a moment of thinking he replied quietly, “I want you.”

“You already have me.”

“Then I don’t want you with Longbottom,” Draco said bluntly.

For a minute neither of them spoke. “But Neville’s my friend,” Luna finally said.

“You don’t need him!” he snapped. “You’re too good for him! Neville is just a clumsy oaf, can’t you see? You don’t need to be around scum like that. You have me now. We’ll be together; I’ll take you to my place over the holidays, I’ll buy you everything you want… Everyone will envy us. Stop associating with filth. I’ll show you some real quality wizards, Luna.”

Again, neither of them spoke. Luna suddenly began to giggle. “Are…are you jealous of Neville?” she asked slowly.

Once again, Draco was fuming. “No, don’t be ridiculous!” he spat. “I just don’t want you near that filth!”

“Neville is my friend,” she repeated firmly. “And I’ve promised to meet him at the castle. I’ll see you later, alright?”

It was not alright.

Once more, she had caught Draco off-guard and was leaving him when he needed her the most.