L'amour Detruit *COMPLETE*

The prize Draco now held in his hands was worth even more than the House Cup. Luna Lovegood lay in his arms, with her soft blonde hair draping over his naked chest.

Draco had run after her the moment those false words had escaped his mouth, and had found her sobbing in the rain. He had pleaded for forgiveness. He had apologized frantically. Yet Luna had coldly ignored his cries.

In utter desperation, losing all control over his words, Draco had finally admitted to her, “I love you.”

And he had sealed his apology by capturing her rosy lips with his own. Draco remembered with glee the instant her arms had draped over his shoulders, accepting his shameful apology. He had held her in the rain, caressing her with his tongue. The lush scent of peaches and cinnamon enveloped him. Luna’s natural fragrance smelled even more pure and fresh in the pouring rain.

Overwhelmed with ecstasy, Draco had broken away from the kiss. Smiling down at Luna’s confused gaze, he had proposed, “Come with me, Luna. Please.”

And now they were alone in his candlelit bedchamber, still soaked from the rain. Draco’s damp Quidditch robes lay discarded at the foot of his bed. He laid bare holding Luna’s body beneath him, as he showered her with tender kisses. The rain beating on his windowsill was a soothing reminder of the cold world they were now isolated from.

Draco slowly ran his fingers through Luna’s wet hair, trailing down to her neck and her bosom. He gently unbuttoned her robe and slid it off her creamy white body. He unfastened her brassiere, exposing her glowing breasts. It was remarkable how modest Luna looked without her atrocious clothing, he thought. Draco trembled as he touched her. Caressing her breasts gently, he softly squeezed the hardened pink nipples. Luna gazed at him dreamily and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck.

“May I?” he spoke softly.

Luna nodded. “Yes.”

Draco bit her neck gently and trailed his hands down her naked stomach. He reached below her legs and removed the lacy fabric that was covering her femininity. He then parted her legs, gazing hungrily at the curly tufts of hair that lay innocently in front of him. He inserted his fingers into her moist hole, pushing it deeper and deeper inside her. Luna squirmed beneath him. It wasn’t long until his fingers were moist with her fluid. Draco removed his fingers and kissed her mouth.

He felt shivers run up his spine as Luna delicately grasped his organ. Her hands tightly wrapped around his tender skin, she smoothly ran her fingers over Draco. Draco moaned in surprise, until she released his penis from her grip and kissed his forehead teasingly. “I’m ready,” she whispered in his ear.

“This will hurt,” he promised. Luna closed her eyes and nodded.

Draco plunged into her flesh, and Luna’s eyes popped open in bewilderment. “Are you okay?” he asked instantly.

“Y-yes,” she stammered.

Draco proceeded cautiously. He pushed into her tight flesh, making her gasp with every thrust. As Luna appeared to adjust to the invasion of her body, Draco increased the pace of his thrusts. His lips trailed over her smooth skin; kissing her erect nipples, and losing himself in the irresistible taste of Luna’s flesh.

For a long moment the couple lay intertwined, with only the creaking of Draco’s bed interrupting their silence. He moaned softly, as immense waves of pleasure washed over him. Luna’s fingernails were digging into his back and her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, and yet Draco wished he could stay here forever. Inside Luna Lovegood.

Draco could feel himself approaching his climax. He rapidly sped up his pace, pushing himself faster and faster into her sore hole. He held his Luna tightly in his arms as if he was protecting her, or perhaps pleading amnesty for breaking her innocence.

And then it came, and with a sharp gasp arrested the pair in a fog of euphoria. Allowing himself to drown in this overwhelming tide, Draco dropped Luna and buried his face in her golden tress. He lay on top of her, panting heavily, for what felt like eons. It was Luna Lovegood who was lovingly caressing him in her arms, and her fragrant juices that were running down his naked legs. This moment was one Draco had been waiting for as long as he could remember. He had always thought he would be sharing it with Pansy Parkinson, however, but now he realized that there was nobody else he would rather be here with than his Luna.

“Draco? Are you okay?” she asked him softly.

“Y-yes,” he croaked. He removed his penis from inside her body, and felt a shiver crawl up his spine as it fell upon her pallid thighs. He felt another shiver when he noticed a damp stain of crimson on his bed sheets. “Luna, you’re bleeding…”

Luna shrugged and kissed Draco’s open mouth. “It stopped raining,” she said dreamily.

Draco looked out the window and realized that it had indeed stopped pouring. The sky was now clear and the stars were twinkling like lucid crystals. It was almost as if the rain had stopped in their favor.

He grinned, and wrapped his arms around Luna’s naked torso. Tonight, he was more than just a Slytherin; more than just a head boy. He was more than just a Quidditch captain, and more than a Malfoy.

Tonight, he was Luna’s.

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I haven't felt very motivated to write lately because I'm not sure if people are reading this. I have the rest of the story planned out, but if people don't give me more reviews I might just delete the whole story :(