The cut on Draco's arm hurt. It was deep and even though the blood had stopped, it still hurt intensely. He tried to inspect it but as soon as he touched it, a streak of pain hit him and he groaned in anger. He sat down on the sofa and looked at the wound while taking out his wand. He was just about to whisper a spell when Luna came bursting through the bedroom door.
"I heard the crash. Are you..." She saw his arm. "Oh dear."
Luna walked towards him to help him but Draco turned away.
"Just leave me alone. Get away from me!" Draco yelled. His voice was angry.
Luna winced but looked down. Narcissa entered the room and she looked at Draco in disapproval.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy! You will not talk to your wife like that!" Narcissa scolded.
"Whatever." Draco rolled his eyes and whispered a spell. His wound closed and only a small line of blood was left. He pocketed his wand and was about to walk out of the room when Narcissa stopped him.
"We need to talk."
Draco scowled but nodded. He followed his mother into the private sitting room which only opened with a secret code. Narcissa told Draco to have a seat. Lucius was already sitting on the sofa. Draco sat down and Narcissa sat across from him.
"Luna is not to be blamed for this. It is entirely your fault and you need to stop yelling at her."
"I'll do what I want. I'm the one stuck with Looney Lovegood as my wife."
"Luna Malfoy. Learn to say her name properly." Lucius said.
"I don't deserve any of this! I didn't do anything!" Draco cried in frustration.
"Stop acting like a child and get used to the fact that you slept with a girl, got her pregnant and now she is your wife." Lucius spat.
"I was drunk! I didn't know that I had slept with her. I wasn't in my senses!"
"Like your mother just said, this is entirely your fault. Now get over it and resume your responsibilities as a husband and a soon to be father." Lucius stood up and left the room.
Draco groaned again and put his hands on his head. His life was over. He was stuck with Luna Loveg- Malfoy for the rest of his life.
"Draco stop hurting Luna like that. She's a sweet girl and you just need to get to know her a bit."
"Mum did you ever consider the fact that maybe I don't want to get to know her."
"Draco enough. You are crushing an innocent girl's heart. I will not tolerate this."
"Mum I'm seventeen! I don't want to be a father or a husband!"
"Maybe you should've thought of that before drinking so much."
Draco looked away. His mother sighed and placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Give her a chance. Promise me you will give Luna a chance."
Draco nodded slowly. "I promise."
Narcissa got up and left the room. Draco sat for a while before returning to his own room. Now Luna's room as well. He silently entered the room and saw Luna sitting on the window seat. Her knees were under her chin and her arms were around her knees. She was watching the sunset and Draco couldn't help nut notice the tear stains on her face. She looked so sad. He cleared his throat to catch her attention. Luna turned around and realized it was Draco.
"Oh, I'm sorry." Luna quickly got down from the window seat and slipped on her shoes.
"Never mind." Draco went to the wardrobe and took out some fancy black robes. There was a dinner party tonight, again.
"You should get dressed. We're supposed to leave in half an hour."
"Alright." Luna went to the wardrobe and started looking for a plain gown. She wasn't used to expensive wear and she preferred simple gowns. However, she failed to find any. Narcissa had bought all of her gowns and not a single one of them was plain. Draco looked over at Luna. What was taking her so long to get a stinking dress out of the wardrobe? He noticed the lost look on her face and sighed. Draco reached in the wardrobe and pulled out a purple dress.
"Here, wear this." Draco practically threw it at her.
Luna nodded and went into the bathroom. Draco sat on the bed with his scowl back on. The bathroom door opened and Draco turned to look at her.
"What took you so..." He stopped midsentence as his mouth dropped open.
Luna looked amazing. The dress was a beautiful dark purple that had crushed amethysts scattered on the long skirt. The top was sleeveless and one big purple rose covered one shoulder. Her hair was made into a bun that was held together by another purple rose and she wore no makeup. The only jewellery she had on was her engagement and wedding rings and a purple choker around her neck. Luna saw Draco staring and she blushed and looked down. Draco blinked twice and shook his head.
"Um... we should go downstairs now." Draco held out his arm and Luna took it. They walked downstairs where his parents were waiting. Narcissa smiled at Luna.
"My dear, you look beautiful." Narcissa exclaimed. Luna smiled and Narcissa pulled her into a hug. Lucius nodded at Luna and gave her a smile as well. Draco rolled his eyes and Luna took his arm again. They left the house. The Parkinsons' Residence was not far away and they arrived in ten minutes. A house elf showed them the way to the main hall. Draco noticed that Luna was trembling. He knew she was scared of crowded areas and she didn't like dinner parties either. He pulled her aside.
"Look Luna, you're trembling. Why don't you just go back home?"
"No, it's okay. I'll manage, thank you."
Draco didn't answer and led her into the hall. As soon as they entered, Pansy flung her arms around Draco.
"Oh Drakie! I've been waiting for so long!" She exclaimed.
Draco fixed his robes and nodded politely even though he hated it when she called him that. Goyle and Crabbe were behind her and they crushed Draco in a hug too. Blaise was last, but not least. Luna looked to the floor and remembered her own friends. Pansy noticed Luna and scowled. Luna looked amazing and Pansy hated that.
"You brought her too?" Pansy groaned.
"I had to. She's my wife after all." Draco answered.
"Well, whatever. Come on Drakie let's go get some drinks." Pansy said and pulled Draco along. Crabbe and Goyle followed behind but Blaise stayed. He had noticed the tear that had slipped down Luna's cheek. If there was one thing he hated about Draco, it was his drinking habit. He didn't drink frequently but when he did, he always got carried away.
"Do you want to go for a walk?" Blaise asked.
Luna looked up and Blaise frowned when he saw how sad her eyes were.
"Yes, I don't mind a walk right now." She said slowly.
Blaise led Luna out to the gardens and the walked silently for a while.
"Are you okay?" Blaise asked after a while.
"Yes. I'm okay."
"You don't look okay. You look sad and lost and over all broken. Do you want to talk about it?"
"I guess I just miss my friends."
"Oh, I see. What about Draco? Has he been treating you properly?"
"Uh... Yes of course."
Blaise realized Luna was lying. She was a terrible liar.
"I can detect that lie. Draco's done something hasn't he?"
Luna looked straight ahead and didn't reply for a while. We reached a bench and sat down in silence. To Luna, it was comforting that someone actually cared about her. Suddenly Draco came walking up to them. He did not look happy, he looked murderous.
"Luna let's go. We're going home."
"Alright." Luna got off the bench and Draco yanked her arm, pulling her along. Blaise shook his head sadly. He had never seen so much pain in someone's eyes before. Draco and Luna reached Malfoy Manor and Luna realized that Narcissa and Lucius weren't home. Draco took her into their room and locked the door. He pushed her against the wall with both of his hands clutching her wrists and pressing them to the wall. His nails dug into her wrists.
"Who the hell gave you permission to go off with Blaise?" Draco yelled.
"W... We were only going f... for a walk." Luna stammered, afraid of Draco's tempers.
"A damn walk? Don't give me that bullshit!"
"Draco please. You have it all wrong. We were..."
"Shut up! Just fucking shut up!"
Draco pressed his mouth on Luna's. He pressed hard and let all his anger into it. Luna's eyes widened in surprise at the sudden kiss but her lips hurt. He was kissing her too hard. Suddenly Draco let go and glared at Luna.
"I don't want to see you with another man again."
He turned around and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.