L'amour Detruit *COMPLETE*

Draco awoke the next morning with the sun’s glistening rays pouring through the window. Luna lay next to him; her long shining locks draping over his bare chest. Draco smirked as he watched the naked girl sleeping tranquilly in his arms. Her exposed breasts rose and fell with each silent breath she took, and Draco found it irresistibly charming. He kissed her softly, and then gently removed her head from his shoulders as he rose from his bed.

Draco still couldn’t believe what had taken place the previous night. He had made love to Luna Lovegood, and he had never before experienced such ecstasy and passion. He had never craved anyone as much as he was craving her; even now Draco was longing to be inside her once more. He was aching with desire for Luna’s warm, sweet flesh. Her body enveloping his throbbing cock was pure euphoria.

Sighing softly, Draco draped a blanket over Luna’s tender body and kissed her forehead. He slipped on his school robes and headed to the Slytherin common room. His housemates burst into cheer at his entry. “Where were you last night, man?” Warrington shouted, “We were all here drinking fire whiskey but we couldn’t find you!”

Warrington tripped over the sofa as he attempted to approach Draco, and then burst into laughter at his own clumsiness. “Uh, I was tired,” Draco fibbed. “Went to bed early.”

“You missed a wicked party,” said Goyle.

Draco shrugged, yet a sly smirked escaped him upon visualizing the previous night. I missed absolutely nothing, Goyle, he thought smugly.

“We’re going outside to play Quidditch. Do you want to come?”

Draco smirked. “I’ll go get my broom.”

*

Draco was exhausted by noontime. He had skipped his morning classes and spent the entire morning playing Quidditch with his housemates. It seemed that everyone else had the desire to enjoy the sun’s warm rays while it lasted, as the pitch was full of students ditching their lessons. A crowd had gathered to watch the Slytherins practice for the upcoming game, but by now Draco wanted nothing more than to rest in the refrigerated castle.

He soared to the ground and hopped off his broom. The other Slytherins followed. “I’m famished,” said Crabbe, and they all followed him into the Great Hall.

Draco took a seat at the Slytherin table, wiping a strand of hair off his sweaty forehead. “Can’t wait to cream Ravenclaw like we did Hufflepuff. They should know by know, the House Cup belongs to Slytherin,” Draco boasted priggishly as he nibbled on his lunch. Then, suddenly noticing an absence at the Slytherin table, he frowned. “Where’s Blaise?”

The other Slytherins stopped eating and glanced at each other nervously. Warrington hesitated. “Uh, he’s with someone…”

“Last I saw of him he was out with Pansy,” Goyle replied doltishly, spraying a stream of food as he spoke. “Mm, good pudding this is.”

“Oh, I see,” said Draco. The others looked surprised as Draco calmly diverted his attention back to his lunch.

“But, uh, there’s no need to worry about anything,” another Slytherin added quickly. “I don’t think there’s much going on between the two.”

“I heard from Millicent that Pansy’s only trying to make you jealous,” added Warrington.

Draco nodded obliviously and continued eating. His eyes caught a sudden glimpse of a slender girl with pale blonde hair and startlingly colored robes, who was now entering the Great Hall. Draco nearly choked as he watched her gracefully enter; her modesty contradicting the pure elegance that emanated from her each step.

Behind her followed Neville Longbottom. His clumsy, awkward presence was almost insulting when compared to Luna’s beauty and her subtle charm. Draco felt himself irrationally enraged as he watched the two walk across the room. What was he doing with her? Didn’t he realize that he was too much of a clumsy oaf to be with Luna Lovegood? In anger, Draco slammed his glass of pumpkin juice on the table, making the others jump.

“What’s the matter with you?”

“Why is he always with her?” Draco spat angrily. “Why doesn’t he leave her alone? She’s too intelligent and beautiful for that bothersome twit! Get him away from her!”

The others looked absolutely startled at this outburst. “What? Pansy?” Warrington exclaimed.

Draco suddenly realized what he had just said. “Um, yeah,” he mumbled. “Fucking whore.”

The others seemed even more confused at this remark, but they apparently decided not to say anything else. The Slytherins finished eating their meal in silence. Draco, however, had lost his appetite.

*

After lunch, Draco stormed off to the Divination classroom. He had been vehemently dreading this class, and was considering skipping off, but had decided at the last minute to get there early and see Luna. How dare she parade around with Longbottom? He’d show her who was in control! Draco rushed up the tower, making it to the classroom five minutes before the first bell rang. It was quite a remarkable sight, seeing Draco Malfoy early for class and muttering under his breath about Luna Lovegood. Professor Trelawney, however, seemed exceptionally pleased to see him this early.

“Draco. I’ve been meaning to talk to you, my dear,” she drawled, pushing her large spectacles on top of her nose. “I see you have taken an effort to rise up your marks. The essay you and Miss Lovegood wrote was rather exceptional. Well done. I’m quite happy to tell you, my dear, that you will pass my class after all, provided that you do well on the exam.”

Draco didn’t have a chance to reply, as at that moment the bell rang and students came pouring through the doors. He kept his eyes peeled around for Luna. He’d get her to sit next to him before Neville would have a chance to ask. Irritated, he skimmed through the others until at last he saw Neville stumble in with Weasley. To his dismay, Luna was not with him.

“Where is she?” he hissed at Neville as he approached his desk.

Bewildered, Neville replied, “who?”

“You know very well who!” Draco spat. “Luna! Where the hell is she?”

“I-I don’t know,” sputtered Neville. “Last time I saw her she was at lunch. I don’t know where she went.”

“Don’t lie to me! Leave her alone! I don’t know what you’re trying to pull with her, but I’m watching you!”

Ginny and Neville both stared at him looking astonished. “He’s mental,” Neville murmured, “utterly mental.”

Much to Draco’s petulance, Luna didn’t show up for class. “Where is she? She never skips class,” he mumbled to himself. Goyle and Crabbe raised their eyebrows but said nothing.

After Divination, Draco wandered off to the library to search for Luna. She wasn’t in the library, however, and after searching around the castle a few times, Draco sighed and decided to give up. On his way back to the Slytherin common room, he ran into Zabini and the regular gang of Slytherins. “Malfoy,” Blaise called. “Where are you going?”

“Nowhere,” Draco answered glumly. “Just heading back to my room.”

“We stole some butterbeers from the kitchen and we’re heading down to the lake,” Blaise replied with a smirk. “You coming?”

Draco shrugged and followed the others outside. The afternoon was strikingly pleasant, and the sun was now beginning to set. But Draco couldn’t get his mind off Luna. He was longing more than ever now to hold her and feel her beneath his body. How could she have disappeared so abruptly after the amazing night they had shared?

“What’s the matter with you?” Blaise asked him suspiciously.

“Nothing. What are you talking about?”

“You look surprisingly distressed for a Slytherin who’s about to win the House Cup,” Blaise smirked. “What’s the matter? Is this about a certain girl?”

Draco’s face flushed. “I already told you, there is nothing going on between me and Luna!” he snapped.

Blaise raised his eyebrows. “I didn’t say anything about Luna…”

Draco felt himself turn red. “Well, good. There isn’t.”

A sly smirk swept across Blaise’s face. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but Draco quickly grabbed a bottle of butterbeer and tossed it to Blaise before he could form any words. He opened another bottle for himself and started chugging. Blaise, however, watched him slowly without opening the bottle. “So, I was talking to Pansy this morning,” he drawled. “She doesn’t appear very pleased with you. Said that you were supposed to take her shopping this weekend for dress robes. Aren’t you still taking her to the ball?”

Draco shrugged apathetically. He finished chugging his bottle and tossed it behind him before opening another one. “Lucky for you, I took her shopping myself and bought her a set,” Blaise continued.

“That’s good,” Draco replied, wishing that Blaise would shut up. “Do you want another butterbeer?”

Blaise eyed him doubtfully, but finally decided to give up pestering Draco. He began drinking in silence, and for a while neither of them spoke. The others had shed their school robes and gone for a dip in the lake. Draco remained behind, hoping that Blaise would join the others in the lake and leave him alone. Soon, his head began to feel dizzy. The alcohol was evidently beginning to take its effect, as he was suddenly feeling incredibly light and empty. He felt his mind cleared of all worries and thoughts, replaced by a hazy wave of bliss.

“Tell me, Draco,” he abruptly heard Blaise say. “Where were you last night?”

“I have to take a piss,” Draco mumbled in response. He tossed his bottle on the ground and stumbled across the rocks in order to find a private space. When he was certain nobody could see him, he unzipped his trousers and began to empty his organ. It was completely dark now, and Draco hoped he could make it back to the lake without tripping over anything.

Then he heard a soft, misty voice behind him, calling his name. “Draco? Is that you?”

Draco cringed. “Are you joking?” he muttered under his breath. “Did she have to find me now?”

He quickly zipped up his pants and turned around. “Oh, h-hi Luna.“ Draco stepped towards her and felt his foot slide over a rock. Within minutes he realized he was on the ground with Luna’s feet lying in front of him.

“Are you okay?” she asked, concerned, as she helped him to his feet.

“Yeah.” Draco gently grabbed her shoulders for support. “You just – you caught me off guard. Again.”

“You’re bleeding.” Luna grabbed her wand and pointed at his nose, muttering a spell. Draco couldn’t feel anything, however, and he had to hold her tightly to make sure she was really there.

“Where were you? You weren’t in class!”

“It’s a full moon,” Luna explained. “I came out here to see if the water pixies are in bloom yet, but I didn’t find any.” She paused with a sigh. “What about you? What are you doing here?”

What am I doing here? He thought. “Um, looking for you,” he said foolishly. “I missed you.”

Luna giggled. “I missed you too. Last night was exquisite.”

Draco squinted to see her face. He bent down, striving to taste her lips. “Oh look, a bottle cap!” Luna exclaimed at that unfortunate moment, reaching to the ground to pick it up. As she got back on her feet, her head collided with Draco’s nose and he immediately felt a stream of liquid pouring down his face.

“I’m sorry!” Luna shrieked as she frantically reached behind her ear for her wand.

Draco clutched his nose, and blood poured through his fingers until Luna once again healed him with her wand. “Thanks,” he said feebly after it had stopped bleeding.

Draco held on to Luna’s hand and allowed her to guide him into a grassy pathway. She led him to the school grounds, or so he assumed, and then stopped. Luna plopped down on the grass, pulling Draco down with her. Draco collapsed on top of her, and they both fell softly to the ground, laughing jovially. He rested his head on her chest and neither of them spoke for a tranquil moment. He closed his eyes, listening to Luna breathe and her chest heave beneath him. Her delicate fingers were running over his platinum locks and smoothing his face. Yet he wasn’t sure if he was truly here with Luna, or whether it was just some cruel hallucination. To make sure, Draco unbuttoned her blouse and lavished her breasts with succulent kisses.

Yes, she was certainly here with him and she was truly his to hold. The taste of her flesh was infallible.

He could feel her glide her hands around his face. She was bending down now, to capture his lips, taking him into a world of pure ecstasy. He had lost all control of his body now; it was Luna who was governing his every move, his every thought, and his every breath. And never before had he felt so powerless.

As if to torture him further, Luna was moving down his body, removing his garments and discarding them calmly. Slowly her hands slid underneath his boxers, making every hair on Draco’s body stand straight. She pulled out his erection from this chaffing garment, and then enveloped it in the warmth of her tender mouth. Draco gasped. Luna’s tongue gently caressed his cock; sending shivers up his spine and making him squirm uncontrollably with pleasure. He moaned as she continued fondling him. Her tongue gliding around him was unbearable. He was melting; drowning in the essence of Luna Lovegood.

Draco moaned helplessly as he allowed Luna to indulge in his flesh. Within moments, he felt himself nearing his climax and he clasped his arms around Luna for support. His orgasm came swiftly. Draco clutched her tightly as he poured his seed into her mouth, and then with a defeated sigh he buried his face into the grass.

Luna giggled obliviously and lay down next to Draco, who kissed her amorously. She was firmly locked in his grip, and Draco could not bear the thought of letting her go. He gazed dismally into her eyes, and nebulous pools of silver reflected back at him.

Was he really here?

It seemed to Draco that all the troubles that had been plaguing him had suddenly disappeared, and everything now lay lucidly in front of him. He was finally passing Divination, he had a ravishing girl in his arms, and he was about to win the House Cup for Slytherin. Draco had never felt this sure of himself in his entire life.