AN: So, yeah, last chappie :) Unless I am convinced otherwise to write an epilouge. And if that is requested, I would be happy to do so.
Disclaimer: All belongs to JK Rowling. I'm just stealing it for a day.
Review: "I said there's something in your head."
He gave her a look, "You mean other than the thing I have a Christmas tree hanging upside down from my entry way for?"
She nodded, "I think it's simpler than that," she said. And then she pointed her wand at his forehead and everything went black.
Draco awoke from the most horrifying dream he had ever had. He sat up, sweating and muttering words of protest, but no words could get rid of the torturing images that were flashing in front of his disoriented eyes. His head was hurting and he was dizzy, unable to recognize his surroundings as he screamed out loud in protest to whatever was beating at the insides of his cranium. He collapsed back on the bed, clutching the sides of his forehead in pain and confusion.
"Oh," she smiled, "You're awake."
He wasn't quite sure who she was, but she was familiar to him, and her voice was comforting. He had a sense of companionship associated with it... a familiarity. He was happy that she was there, but for some reason had an underlying furiousity with her. She had caused this, he knew it.
His only response to her was heavy breathing, and wiping the sweat from his forehead. And then another scream. He threw the covers off of him, and rushed to the sink, but Luna beat him there. She dampened a cloth. He ignored her and threw his head over the toilet and vomited. She gasped as he fell to the floor again. He couldn't see her clearly as she put the cloth to his face and levitated him back to the bed. She raised her wand to his forehead again, but this time- remembering what happened after she did that before- he hit her wand away, still hurting all over. Luna sighed and retrieved her wand.
"Sorry, Draco," she muttered a little guiltily, "Petrificus Totalus."
His arms snapped to his sides, his legs snapped together and his whole body became as straight as a board. If he could have, he would have scowled at her, or yelled at her, but instead, he just shot her the most menacing glare that he could manage without moving any facial muscles.
She sighed again, not smiling this time. "I'm going to explain to you what I am about to do." She hesitated, "Before, I made you dream using Mindto Somnius, and I know that wasn't a very pleasant experience," she winced a little with what he thought was guilt. "Now, I'm going to make your head stop hurting. It's normal for it to hurt after awaking from a spell induced dream. It's also normal to have..." she looked at the bathroom, and then back at him, "nausea. Anyways, this will relax your muscles and should stop your head from hurting. You may get a bit drowsy, but you shouldn't fall asleep. Although, from what I gather, sleep isn't something you do regularly, or well, so the effects might be a bit stronger."
He hated her in that moment. Oh how he wished he could spit out all those insults that he had used against her over and over during their schooling. But unfortunately, she had him completely disabled.
She lowered her wand to his forehead and whispered, "Relaxo Valeo."
Instantly, Draco felt relief hit him much like a wave of cool water. Before muttering the spell she must've also said the counter curse for Petrificus Totalus because his body loosened and fell relaxed into his mattress, his head clear. He smiled a little- he hadn't felt so at rest since... well, ever. His anger had disappeared with the spell, and he wondered if she had used some sort of anti-fury spell, but he didn't care.
"There," she said. "Anyways, Quibby said she'd bring up some soup for you."
He simply nodded, realizing that he was actually quite hungry.
"Am I going to have to force-feed you again?" she asked, with a slightly amused tone in her voice.
He shook his head as he pushed himself up to lean against the headboard of the bed.
"Good," she said. And then they sat in a rather awkward silence until one of the house elves brought up two bowls of soup. Luna politely consumed it, while Draco rather barbarically drained his.
"So, why do you take such hot baths?" Luna asked, reclining in one of the velvet upholstered chairs in the west lounge. She had been coming over regularly, not every day, but the majority of the week days she would show up. She would check on him, or just come over for the sake of conversing. Sometimes he wondered if she just came around to find out what had driven him into anti-social insanity, or if she really cared, but either way, he enjoyed their relationship.
He looked at her strangely, attempting to fake confusion,"What?"
She smiled, "Don't hide it."
He shrugged, still aggravated with her intuition. "They're comfortable," he lied, but even though he'd had regular human contact as of late, lying didn't come as easily as it used to.
"I didn't know that boiling water made such a good bath..." she said, staring off into space in her normal airy way with an awkwardly subtle form of sarcasm.
They sat in a comfortable silence for a minute or two, staring out the expansive window, appreciating the setting sun.
Luna stood up, and then sat down next to Draco, blushing a little and hesitating before speaking. She picked at the hem of her multi-layered skirt, with her feet tucked in together nervously. He watched her curiously as she chewed her bottom lip and threw anxious glances in his direction. Why in the world is she nervous? She knows I'm not going to hurt her... "Um," she said, hesitating again. Draco had never seen her this way. She dropped her skirt and turned to face him. "Your dreams," she began, "They've been about him haven't they?"
His eyes went wide.
She continued, "It's- well, I don't mean to... I mean..." she breathed heavily, looking away. "Tell me about them," she whispered hurriedly.
He took in a breath at this, surprised. "Um," he said.
"Please, Draco," she whispered, "I want to know..."
"You want to know?!" he snapped, pulling his body away from hers, "You want to know?! You want me to spill my most regretted moments in my life?! You want that?!" He stood up pacing as he yelled, though he was unsure as to who his reprimanding was directed- himself or Luna. "You want to hear about how I tortured and killed so many innocent people and how I wake up every night with the Dark Lord's eyes bore into mine? You really want to hear all that?"
She gasped at his actions, pulling her legs closer to her torso in a way like she expected him to strike her. He continued ranting, tears fighting their ways down his cheeks and burning his blood-shot eyes.
"I'm sorry," she whispered.
"What?" he snapped, pivoting on his right foot to face her.
"I'm sorry," she said more clearly. "I just wanted to know. You don't have to tell me."
He sighed, the crying persisting. He sat down on the couch again next to her, his head in his hands. A couple times Luna almost patted him on the back, but then decided that he was better left alone.
When he spoke, she jumped a little. "I'm torturing them," he sniffed. "Sometimes I hear myself yelling the spell, other times I just see their faces or hear them screaming.... I'm always happy though. I always feel so powerful. That's the disturbing part... And then, sometimes he's there. Staring at me," he breathed heavily. "Or he's torturing me. And it feels so real," his voice cracked due to tears, and he suppressed a sob as he continued. "And then other times, I see myself in the mirror, and I have his eyes. I'm him... and it terrifies me... It's like, I was him, allowing him to... to order me around and do his bidding, just because I'm such a bloody coward..." he breathed heavily, "And even when I knew it was wrong, I laughed when they fell to the ground dead, or when they begged me to stop. I reveled in it... I loved it..."
"I don't think you're a coward," she said quietly, as though her speaking would send him off on another rampage.
He sniffed, "Then you're wrong."
They sat in silence and in tears as they reflected what he had just said. And then as his breathing steadied and Luna's heart rate calmed, she spoke again, bracing herself for more screams.
"Can- can I see it?" she whispered.
He looked at her strangely.
Luna hesitated again, and then wrapped her arms around him, pulling herself into his lap and buried in his neck. "Please? Let me see it."
He swallowed, his throat dry and his eyes beginning to burn again. "See what?" he whispered, even though he knew exactly what she meant.
Draco realized that she was crying when she pulled away from him, and looked into his eyes, "The Dark Mark," she whispered. "Please. I need to see it."
He breathed, slightly horrified by the request. Why would somebody want to examine the most hated part of him? The stage in his life that he regretted so much, but had branded on his body forever for all to see? Why?
Luna's hands were shaking as she found the edges of his sleeve, and she slowly pushed it up his pale arm. He looked away, not wanting to see it, not wanting to see her expression when she saw the proof that he was responsible for so many of her friends' deaths and tortures. That his family was indeed the family that captured and tortured her. That if they didn't exist, Luna would not have had to go through all the suffering and fighting that she did. He heard her slight intake of breath as she saw it, so real and alive. He thought that she would start screaming or yelling at him for what an awful person that he was. Extremely hesitantly he turned to face her. She was staring at the mark, her permanently wide eyes even wider. She let out a slight whimper. He felt her tears landing on his arm as she lowered her face to it. Draco's heart skipped a beat as she placed her lips onto the Dark Mark.
And then the fire was put out.
He kept crying, wanting to pull her into his arms and tell her that none of it was true, but she knew that it was, and so did he. She sat back up, and looked away from him.
"It's getting late," she said, her voice sounding slightly more empty.
He nodded. "You should probably be getting back to your father."
She let out a forced laugh, wiping away the dampness on her face with her sleeve, "And expect you to get yourself to bed? Not a chance."
He pulled his sleeve down, wishing that their tears could wash the horrible mark away. "Oh."
She got up, the usual strong Luna back with almost complete energy. "But first there's something that I want to try."
He shot her a surprised look.
She laughed, and brought a hand to the blue curtain, tearing the fabric. "Oops..." And then she looked at him.
Hesitantly he stood up, his steps unsteady. "Reparo."
And the silk fabric remade itself flawlessly, hanging just as beautifully and as elegantly as it had before it's abuse.
He smiled with pleasant surprise, looking at the wand that he grasped in his hand. His grip was natural again... He turned around casting cleaning charms on the ornaments in the room, and much to his delight, the dust and scratches all disappeared. He smiled at the ebony wand in his hand, and then at Luna as he replaced it in his pocket.
She cocked her head to the side, "You still need to gain weight."
He groaned, "Not this again..."
"Hmm..." she said looking at him suspiciously. "You're spared from the lecture for now, but not forever. There's still something that I want to try."
He was confused as ever as she deliberately stepped up against his chest. Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around her waist. She pressed her lips against his, snaking her arms up to the back of his neck. He kissed her back, suddenly overwhelmed by his affection for her as he tried to bring her closer.
She parted from him, smiling.
He kissed her forehead.
"So, did you find whatever that thing was in my head?"
"I sure did," Luna said.
"So what was it?" Draco asked.
"You," she whispered, and let him hold her for a while.
"I probably should be getting home though." she said.
He cleared his voice, awkwardly. "Well," he whispered, "You don't have to if you don't want to."
She smiled and buried her face into his neck again.
"Thank you," he said.
AN: Yaaay :)
REVIEWREVIEWREVIEW! Anyways, I definitely had an alternate ending completely ready to write, but I decided I wasn't in the mood for a depressing story... although, if I ever get around to writing an epilogue, I will most definitely consider posting the sad ending too.
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