L'amour Detruit *COMPLETE*

I know it's been a very long time since I updated, but I've been very busy with midterms. This chapter is fairly long, so hopefully it makes up for it. Next chapter will be the last chapter of the story, I hope you have enjoyed reading.

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He didn’t see her again for the rest of the day.

The afternoon seemed to drag on excruciatingly, in Draco’s eyes. Luna had left him feeling distressed. Perhaps he should not have spoken to her about Neville so harshly, but Draco hadn’t been able to control himself. Now he was alone, sulking, wishing she was with him. She didn’t even turn up at dinner time; both hers and Neville’s seat were empty. Draco felt himself fuming once more upon seeing this.


What the fuck were they doing?

No, Luna would never cheat on him, especially not with that repulsive oaf.

Or would she?

Draco frantically attempted to concentrate on something else. He was driving himself crazy pondering where Luna
was and what she was doing with Longbottom.

Yet it was all he could think about. At night he tossed and turned endlessly, wishing he could fall asleep instead of thinking about her.

“My God, she doesn’t even let me sleep,” he muttered to himself hopelessly.

In the morning he awoke with a sinking feeling in his stomach. Just the thought of what the day would bring made him want to bury himself into his grave and never, ever emerge. But people were counting on him today. The fate of the Slytherin quidditch team was resting on him entirely. A last chance for redemption; to prove to everyone what Malfoys were made of.

With a dismal sigh, he got up from his bed and threw the curtains open. He groaned as the bleak, dark clouds
glared at him mockingly through his window.

The storm wasn’t over yet.

Attempting to ignore his apprehension, Draco dressed himself in his uniform and headed to the Great Hall. Luna wasn’t there today either, but to his relief, Longbottom was sitting with Weasley at the Gryffindor table. This cheered him up, but only very slightly.

Around him the Slytherins appeared to share his anxiety. No one said a word, and when breakfast was over, they all followed one another to the quidditch pitch in silence. They changed into their quidditch robes without looking at one another, and then anxiously waited to be called down. Draco stared down at his feet, feeling
incredibly nauseas.

After what seemed like hours, a voice outside boomed their name, accompanied by an earplitting chorus of cheers and boos. Draco gulped.

The Slytherin team marched out of the changing tent one by one, Draco being the last in line. “Looks like they got rid of Lovegood,” Draco heard Warrington murmur. Draco glanced over at the commentator’s podium and saw to his relief that Luna was indeed gone. In her place was Zacharias Smith.

The Slytherins took their place on the pitch, smirking as they faced the Ravenclaw players. “There’s still chance to turn back so you girls can avoid the embarrassment of losing the House Cup,” Blaise snickered.

The Ravenclaws shot him a dirty look as the Slytherin players sniggered, but they had no chance to reply. Madam Hooch stood between them, ready to release the balls. “Shake hands,” she ordered. Draco scowled at the Ravenclaw captain, Davies, but shook hands without a word. “Mount your brooms!”

Everyone mounted their brooms, ready to take off. At the sound of Madam Hooch’s whistle, Draco kicked off the ground and shot into the sky with the others. “And they’re off!” boomed Smith’s voice over the loudspeakers.

“It’s the last game of the school year, and Slytherin and Ravenclaw are competing for the House Cup!”
A tumultuous roar of applause followed. “Let’s see if Slytherin can win for once without attacking the other players with bludgers...” he continued, at which burst another round of applause, this time only from the Ravenclaw side.

Draco barely paid attention; he was far too busy scanning the audience for a certain blonde girl with a radish earrings. Had she decided to come watch him play? Had she forgiven him for his previous outburst?

Most importantly; was she sitting with Neville?

The snitch, find the fucking snitch! He shouted at himself. Luna could wait; what was important now was winning the game for Slytherin. People were counting on him! He couldn’t let them down after getting this far!
With this in mind, he turned his gaze away from the audience and squinted, hoping to see a streak of gold hidden somewhere amidst the dark clouds. The weather made it impossible to see anything. He was waiting for it to rain any minute, hoping that he could find the snitch very quickly so they could all get back inside.

But was she watching him from below? Was she cheering him on?

Draco began to grin at the thought of Luna sitting by herself at the stadium, cheering for Draco. He could hardly wait to get back to the ground and rush into her warm embrace. If only he was with her now, alone in his bedchamber entirely shut off from the rest of this trivial world.

Draco suddenly awoke from his daydreams as he felt himself nearly crash into Davies. Draco almost fell off his broom, but managed to catch his grip. Davies shot him a dirty look as the Ravenclaws began to boo. “Asshole!” he muttered to Draco before speeding away.

Flushed, Draco continued flying, his mind now focused on the game. He ignored whatever sarcastic remark Smith
was making about him, and squinted further to catch a glimpse of the snitch.

Hours passed without any progress. As far as Draco could tell, Slytherin and Ravenclaw were almost tied. His mind would occasionally drift back to the topic of Luna, but Draco forced himself repeatedly to concentrate on the game. Luna would have to wait. For now, at least.

Still more hours passed. The air was getting considerably colder, and Draco shivered as he held on to his broom. “Ten more points for Ravenclaw!” he heard from the commentator’s podium.”

He groaned inwardly. He had no idea what the score was now, and the opaque clouds make it impossible for him to squint to check the scoreboard. If only he could escape from this dreadful game, and find Luna. What had he been thinking? He should have never spoken to her like that. And now he didn’t know whether she was still angry at him or if she was waiting in the audience, cheering him on. Heavily absorbed in his reveries, Draco nearly missed the sight of the bludger that came plummeting towards him. He caught a glimpse of its dark outline and swerved just in time, narrowly escaping the ball.

His could feel his heart beating at a rapid pace at the narrow escape, and the noise emanating below him increased significantly with shouts and hisses. He gulped. He looked around and could make out the silhouettes of the other players far off in the distance. He must have wandered astray, daydreaming.

Feeling foolish, Draco soared in their direction. He gasped suddenly, abruptly catching a glimpse of a tiny ray of gold fluttering above him. Before he could reach up and grab it, the snitch sped up and glided away from his reach. Dispelling his thoughts of Luna, Draco picked up speed and dashed behind it.

He approached the Ravenclaw seeker, who evidently noticed the streak of gold and immediately darted after it. Draco chased after him, increasing his speed as much as he could. He cringed, realizing that Davies was quite close to the snitch. Draco fled behind him, grabbing the end of the Ravenclaw’s broom in order to slow him down. Davies turned around angrily. “Let go! Fucking douchebag!”

Draco ignored him as he pulled himself closer to the snitch, still clutching the end of Davies’ broomstick. The Ravenclaw seeker frantically attempted to kick his hand away, shouting swearwords at Draco. Draco clenched his teeth, pushing away from the biting wind and bringing himself closer and closer to the snitch. He grabbed Davies’ robes for support as he approached closer, smirking at the seeker’s reddened face. From below Smith was
hurling an endless stream of insults at him, but Draco didn’t care.

Davies hastily tore Draco’s hands off his robes and attempted to shove him roughly. Draco moved away from him in time, snickering. “Fuck off, Ravenclaw!” he spat. “It’s mine.”

With this he shot upwards, snatching the little gold ball as it struggled under his clenched palm.

It was the first thing he carelessly tossed away as soon as he reached the ground. The rest of his teammates were already there, rushing over to grab him and ecstatically throw him in the air. He paid no attention to the flow of profanity echoing through the commentator’s podium and from the Ravenclaw fans. Nor he did pay attention to the blaring cheers emerging from his house mates or to Professor McGonagall as she shouted “Slytherin wins the House Cup!”

No, he was concerned with only one thing now, and she was nowhere to be found.

Part II

It took Draco a considerable amount of effort to pry himself off his team mates’ grip. He struggled beneath their tight embrace, and found himself free only when they decided to head to the dungeons to crack open some bottles of firewhiskey. Draco sighed in relief as the crowd around him dissipated. The audience was also leaving the stadium, most of them solemnly waving flags with the Ravenclaw emblem on the way.

“Malfoy, aren’t you coming?” asked Zabini curiously.

“Uh, I’ll catch up with you guys in a bit,” Draco mumbled.

The Slytherins shrugged and left, jovially whistling and cheering. Draco scanned around the pitch hoping to set his eyes upon some brightly mismatched robes and pale flowing hair, but did not happen to see her. Anxiously he made his way to the castle, eager to get to the Ravenclaw tower.

Something stopped him, however; the girl who was bearing a dreadful Machiavellian grin and blocking the exit to the quidditch stadium.

“I’ve been looking for you,” she drawled smoothly.

“This isn’t the time, Pansy,” he retorted. “Let me through.”

She smiled slyly. “Not yet. I know what you’re up to. Just quit this charade; you’ve kept it up long enough.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Draco snapped impatiently.

Pansy looked surprised for a moment, and then began to giggle. “You’re joking, right? Do you really think I haven’t figured out that you’ve been trying to make me jealous all this time? You’ve kept it up longer than I thought you would, I’ll give you that, but honestly – Luna Lovegood?” She wrinkled her nose in disgust.

Draco felt himself on the verge of snapping. “You’re the one who ditched me to go fuck Blaise. I’ve moved on, and it’s your own fucking fault. Now get the fuck away from me, I have someone to be with.”

Pansy raised her eyebrows at this and for a moment she didn’t reply. Then, “You’re not serious. Luna Lovegood? Come on Draco, you can’t be that stupid.”

He ignored her, shoving her away from the exit. He was nearly out of the stadium until he heard her next words – “what will your father think?”

He froze.

Behind him Pansy smirked, fully aware that she had just stabbed his Achilles’ heel. “Do you think he will be pleased, that you have cast aside a stunning pure-blood Slytherin and instead chosen the daughter of The Quibbler’s editor? Do you really think this is fair for him?”

With his temper rising and blood beginning to boil, he should have simply stormed off and found Luna. But he didn’t.

“Besides...how do you know for sure that Luna really loves you?”

At this he turned around aggressively, catching Pansy off-guard. “Of course she loves me!” Draco spat.

“Then why does she hang around with that scum Longbottom?” she challenged. “Don’t you think that if she really loved you, she would dispose of that filth? At least for your sake?”

Draco’s mind was racing. She was right, wasn’t she? If Luna really did love him, then why did she always leave him for Longbottom?

No, of course not! Luna simply didn’t understand how greatly Longbottom offended Draco’s exquisite taste. Besides, he had no reason to be jealous of Longbottom; Luna loved only Draco and would never think of leaving him.

Right?

Draco began to tremble. Pansy was coming closer to him now, her body close enough for him to grab...he could smell the seductive fragrance she had sprayed on herself; hot and savoury, yet not as natural as Luna’s delicate scent...

“Face it, Draco,” Pansy whispered, “you’re a Malfoy, and she just doesn’t realize how lucky she is.”

He felt her red lips steal his in a piercing kiss. Her tongue softly began to move inside his mouth, when Draco pulled away from her instinctively. “No, I can’t do this -”

“Don’t tell me you don’t want it,” Pansy scoffed. She captured his lips once more and this time he didn’t pull away.

Draco felt her hands slowly slide over his quidditch uniform, warming his flesh. Her bosom pressed against his badges and pierced his chest sharply. He wasn’t aware why he was allowing her to do this but he made no other attempts to protest. He continued letting her massage his tongue, pressing against his throbbing body.
Pansy pulled him away from the stadium gate and roughly pushed him onto the bleachers. She seated herself on Draco’s lap and broke away suddenly from his lips, smiling mischievously. “Mm, Draco, I’ve been waiting so long for this,” she murmured.

He gulped as she began to unbutton her cloak. Was this wrong? Should he have left and found Luna?

His worries quickly faded as he watched Pansy slowly unfasten her cloak and slide it off her lean body. She was wearing nothing but lace that concealed her plump breasts and the wetness between her legs.

Hell, Luna would never know about this anyway.

Draco eagerly captured her lips, this time in a more aggressive manner. His cock was throbbing uncontrollably under her body, waiting to be released. Draco’s fingers slid over her back, his fingernails sharply pressing her lush skin. She moaned, roughly biting his neck as he unfastened her bra. The ebony garment fell onto his lap, her round, firm breasts springing onto his own chest.

Draco firmly grabbed her and tossed her on her back. Pansy giggled as she fell onto the bleacher. “I’m ready, are you?” she asked tauntingly.

Draco ripped off her panties and slid them over her long, silky legs. Curly dark strands of hair surrounded her opening; shamelessly displayed for him to see. For a minute Draco stood frozen, staring at the naked woman laying in front of him and contemplating. This was wrong. He didn’t love Pansy, he loved Luna. He shouldn’t have come here.

Pansy frowned, noticing the delay. “Draco? What’s the matter?”

Draco shook his head. “Uh, nothing,” he said finally as he unfastened his trousers and plunged into the waiting girl.

Pansy squealed as he thrust into her deep hole. She was not as tight as Luna, Draco found, as he slid his organ in and out of her flesh. They panted together as he pushed into her, hard and carelessly. He had a burning desire to rip her apart with his large phallus, to teach her that he was a bloody Malfoy. Something that he hadn’t been able to be around Luna...

Draco grunted, pushing into the slut harder and harder. It felt good to be in control again; to finally be the one in charge again. He was a fucking Malfoy. He was Draco Malfoy; not the pet of some dorky half-blood girl who wore radishes in her ears. Draco fucking Malfoy; Slytherin head boy and the one who had just won the quidditch House Cup.

With a final mighty push he reached his climax, and this time he could truly call it his.

Draco collapsed onto Pansy’s heaving chest with a satisfied grin. “Wow,” she panted. “That was incredible.”

“Of course it was, babe,” Draco snickered. “I am a Malfoy, aren’t I?”

“What took you so long?”

“I don’t know,” he responded, suddenly distracted by the appearance of a figure at the other side of the gate.

He found the answer to Pansy’s question as soon as he recognized the tear-streaked face of the girl standing by the gate.

And it was then the desolate clouds finally crashed against one another, drowning him with their murky tears.

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