L'amour Detruit *COMPLETE*

Sorry it took me so long to write the next chapter, but I've been pretty busy. Thanks tho those who are enjoying the story thus far, and especially those who reviewed. I hope you enjoy this chapter and any feedback is always useful.

Also, this chapter is written as three parts.

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Part I

Draco woke up the next morning with his head aching. The dark, bleak sky greeted him through his window. Abruptly, he remembered the events that had occurred the previous evening. Draco groaned and rolled over in his bed.

What did Luna mean? How could she possibly love Draco? He had been nothing but cold to her. No, Luna couldn’t possibly have meant what she had said.

But then again, it was entirely likely for Luna to develop an infatuation for Draco Malfoy. After all, I am the best looking Slytherin at school, he thought with a smirk. Not to mention an extremely wealthy pureblood, who also happened to be the Slytherin head boy and Quidditch captain. It was only Luna’s foul luck that she couldn’t match up to Draco’s nobility.

But why the hell did she kiss him? Did she not understand that he was too good for her?

Draco had to admit she wasn’t that bad looking. He’d had the first real glimpse of the girl last evening when she was wearing only a towel, but he couldn’t deny he hadn’t enjoyed what he had seen. Her shiny yellow hair pouring over her pale, naked back as she trembled in his arms…the way she smelled like a sweet mixture of peach and cinnamon…

Draco buried his head into his pillow. What the fuck was he doing? Was he actually attracted to Looney Lovegood? No. It couldn’t be. It was just the fire whiskey that had disoriented his judgment, that’s all. Besides, what would the others think? Blaise would never leave him alone. He’d be the laughingstock of the entire school, and his parents would be horrified.

Luna was simply a nutcase. Draco couldn’t help it if she was attracted to him, but nothing could ever happen between the two.

With this thought in his mind, Draco got dressed quickly and headed to the Great Hall for breakfast. As he sat down at the Slytherin table, the others looked up at him and grinned. “So what did you do to that Looney chick?” Blaise asked him.

Malfoy was alarmed. Had they seen them kiss? Did they know he had fished her clothes out of the lake? “Wh-what do you mean?” he stammered.

Blaise looked at him suspiciously. “Last night, after we left? Did you jinx her or what?”

“Oh, um, yeah I did,” Draco bluffed.

The others cheered. “Which spell did you use?” he persisted.

“Did you use the Cruciatus Curse?” asked Goyle.

Draco nodded as he took a sip of his pumpkin juice. The others cheered again. “That should teach her a lesson, right Draco?”

Draco nodded again, wishing they would change the subject. Luckily the others quickly stopped paying attention to him and began talking about Quidditch. Draco’s eyes wandered off to the Ravenclaw table. He could see a blonde girl dressed in alarmingly bright robes mismatched with a pair of radish earrings. She looked up at him and waved, which caused Draco to spill his juice down his robes. Blaise noticed this.

“Watch it man, you’re spilling juice everywhere!”

Draco cleaned it off with his wand and laughed nervously. “What’s the matter with you today?” Blaise asked curiously.

“Hangover,” Draco replied casually.

Blaise nodded and went back to his breakfast. “Have you talked to Pansy?”

“No. Why?”

Blaise shrugged. “Just wondering if you guys made up yet, that’s all.”

Draco didn’t answer. He finished his breakfast silently, his eyes unintentionally drifting back to Luna after every few moments. He wasn’t sure why, but he assumed the reason he couldn’t look away from her was due to her hideously bright clothing. It was giving him a headache.

He was in no mood at all to attend Divination class this morning. He had absolutely no desire to deal with Trelawney, or to speak to Luna after the embarrassment of the previous evening. All Draco really wanted to do was practice for the upcoming game, but he didn’t have any intention to fly outside in the horrid weather. With a sigh, he headed back to the Slytherin dorms to complete some potions homework before next period.

By noontime his headache had dissolved. The rain also appeared to have halted for the moment. After potions class, Draco decided to find Pansy. He was sick of constantly fighting with her, and perhaps she would accept a proposal for a private lunch in his bedroom. Hell, Pansy would do anything he told her to, and another blowjob would really make his day. Smugly, he wandered off to the Great Hall to search for her.

However, Pansy didn’t appear to be at the Slytherin table. He approached Crabbe and Goyle, who were stuffing their faces with pudding. “Where the fuck is Pansy?” he demanded.

“She’s not here,” Goyle answered with his mouth full, “she went out with Blaise.”

Draco felt his temper rise. “What? What the hell is she doing with him?”

Much to his fury, the other boys sniggered. “Fucking whore!” Draco spat. “Where did they go?”

“Outside somewhere,” Crabbe responded.

Enraged, Draco stormed outdoors. The school grounds were damp with the morning rain, and a cool gust of wind blew against his face. Draco gritted his teeth as he buttoned up his cloak. He couldn’t see Pansy or Blaise, but continued walking aimlessly around the schoolyard. With the winds blocking his vision, Draco felt his foot slip into a puddle of mud. Before Draco could catch his balance, he landed on the wet grass with a thud. “Fuck!”

As he picked himself off the ground, Draco heard soft, airy laughter. He turned around vehemently and saw Luna Lovegood standing over him. “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice still maintaining a dreamy quality. “The grass is quite slippery.” She giggled softly, her eyes wide and shiny.

“I’m fine,” Draco mumbled. He pulled out his wand and cleaned off his cloak. His face was still red, although he wasn’t sure if it was because of anger or embarrassment.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

What was he doing? Draco suddenly couldn’t remember. He found it difficult to think, as Luna’s appearance was so distracting. The colors of her robes were so atrocious that Draco felt as if he was being hypnotized. Her radish earrings were swinging back and forth against the wind like a pendulum. And her skin, it looked so smooth in the rain that Draco had a sudden desire to reach out and feel her soft, pale flesh…

What the fuck is wrong with me? Draco thought. He remembered at once why he had come here; he was looking for Pansy. “None of your business,” he snapped at Luna, who still seemed to be waiting for his answer.

Draco immediately felt regret for being rude, although he wasn’t sure why. Then in a softer tone, he asked, “what are you doing here?”

“Just taking a walk,” Luna responded.

“What? In this weather?”

Luna didn’t answer. “Why didn’t you come to Divination today?”

“I wasn’t feeling well,” Draco lied.

“Oh. I finished our essay and handed it to Professor Trelawney,” Luna replied.

“Um, thanks.”

Draco followed her as she walked; now he was feeling incredibly guilty for making her do his work. “Oh don’t worry, I really don’t mind,” Luna assured him, as if reading his mind. “I love divination.”

Draco opened his mouth to speak, at which point Luna stopped walking to pluck a few twigs off a tree. She casually slipped them into her purse and continued walking. Draco looked at her oddly, but then decided against asking her any questions.

“Is Pansy still mad at you?” Luna asked a moment later.

Draco was startled. “How do you know?”

Luna shrugged. “I just sensed something was going on between you two.”

Draco remained silent. Why would he talk to Luna Lovegood about his love problems? They walked quietly for a moment, until Luna broke the silence. “Why do you like her? She seems so drab and unimaginative.”

He didn’t reply. Luna continued, “You can do better.”

Draco was surprised. “You think so?”

Luna nodded brightly. Draco shook his head as he realized Luna’s intention for asking about Pansy. “Uh, I don’t think it will work between us. You’re really not my type…”

She didn’t seem to listen. Instead, she leaned over and gently stroked Draco’s platinum blonde hair. Draco felt himself go weak in his knees as he felt her fingers touch him. He closed his eyes and leaned closer, abruptly aching to feel her close to him and taste her lips.

“You have dirt in your hair,” Luna said obliviously. “I have to go to Herbology. See you later, Draco. I hope you feel better.”
Then she left, once again leaving Draco in utter astonishment.

Part II

Draco didn’t see Blaise until later on that evening. He arrived fifteen minutes late for Quidditch practice, looking very smug. Draco was immediately angered. “And where have you been?” He asked coldly.

“Just out with Pansy,” Blaise smirked.

Draco’s face turned a deep shade of crimson. “What were you doing with her?” he demanded.

“Chill out,” Blaise replied coolly, “We were just hanging out. No need to get upset.”

Draco clenched his fist. Blaise continued, “Did you enjoy your walk with Luna Lovegood?”

Draco dropped his broom in shock. How did he know? “What are you talking about?” he snapped. A crowd of Slytherins had gathered around now to see what was going on.

Blaise smirked at Draco’s fury. “Pansy and I saw you two together. You make a very nice couple, I must say. Although I reckon your father will not be too pleased with your choice in females.”

Laughter rang around Draco’s reddened ears. “I don’t know what you’re fucking talking about,” Draco spat hotly. “There’s nothing going on between me and Luna.”

Blaise looked quite pleased at having vexed Draco. “Well, you two looked pretty happy with each other. Are you sure there’s nothing going on between you two?”

“Nothing is going on!” Draco yelled. Then, slightly calming down, he explained “I was just outside looking for Pansy and I ran into her. She just followed me; wouldn’t leave me alone, that nutcase. That’s all. It’s nothing.”

Blaise scoffed. “Yeah right. I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at her since last night. Tell, me what happened after we left the Ravenclaw bathroom? Did the sight of that filthy half-blood scum in a towel turn you on? Pansy won’t be too happy to know you’d rather fuck that filth than her.”

That was enough for Draco’s ears, as he smashed his fist into Blaise’s smirking face. The smirk disappeared at once. Blaise threw himself at Draco, knocking him into the muddy field. Draco heard shouts around him as he furiously attempted to rid himself of Blaise’s grip. He saw Blaise’s dark fist approach his face and hit him hard in the nose. A stream of blood poured down Draco’s stinging nose, and he felt a pair of hands pulling him apart from Blaise.

Draco clutched his bloody nose. His entire robes were stained in red, and he could see a trail of blood on Blaise’s robes as well. Goyle’s hands were still holding him away from Blaise, and all the other Slytherins were shouting furiously. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” someone was yelling at Draco, “we’re going to lose the game, man, because of your fucking temper!”

Draco didn’t pay any attention. His ears were ringing and blood was beginning to seep inside his shirt. “Practice is over,” he choked. “Get the fuck away from me,” he spat at Goyle.

The Slytherins moved aside to let him pass, many still hurling insults at him. Without bothering to glance back, Draco stormed through the field. His sleeves were completely drenched now, and it was astounding that he had not yet passed out from losing so much blood. His ears continued ringing; his nose burning like fire as he squinted to see the way. It had begun to rain now, causing Draco to leave a bloody trail after each step.

Part III

Draco could not have imagined a worse moment to run into her. Yet there she was, her soft yellow hair shining in the rain and her innocent smile illuminating her very presence. Draco groaned and fell to his knees. “Oh! hello. Pleasant evening, isn’t it?” Luna replied.

“Luna, this isn’t the time – “ Draco tried to shout, but his attempt was feeble.

At once Luna muttered something with her wand, and instantly Draco’s nose stopped bleeding. Surprised, Draco stood up and wiped his hair back. “Uh, thanks…”

“You’re welcome,” Luna responded cheerfully as she tucked her wand behind her ear. “I like your Quidditch robes. Although it might look nicer if there wasn’t blood on it, don’t you think?”

Draco didn’t reply. His anger had somehow melted simply at the sight of her, and he couldn’t think of anything else to say. Luna had left him speechless, and Draco wished he could understand why. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME?? His brain was burning with utter confusion, but he remained silent as he followed Luna to the castle.

Then, without realizing what he was doing or why, Draco grabbed Luna by the waist and turned her around. Gazing into her startled eyes, Draco suddenly felt his legs turn to jelly. What in Merlin’s name was he doing? “Uh – I’m sorry Luna –“ he started to say, but her mouth stopped him from completing his words.

Her soft pink lips pressed against his, and Draco felt himself loose all control of his body. He held her gently and slowly caressed her sweet tongue with his. Despite the warm April rain showering down upon them, and Draco’s blood soaking into Luna, they paid no attention to the futile elements. They stood in the storm bound in each other’s warm embrace, and for the moment, absolutely nothing else mattered.