1 Chaptered: Buried a Lie (Draco/Ginny, Draco/Luna, Harry/Ginny)
Title: Buried a Lie; Chapter 2: Never Say Goodbye
Words: circa 2500 (this chapter)
Rating: PG (this chapter)
Characters/Pairings: Main: Draco/Ginny, Minor/Beginning/Temporary: Draco/Luna, Harry/Ginny (other couples mentioned)
Warnings: Pretty much totally disregards the epilogue of DH.
Author's Notes: I know a super beta and her name is jandjsalmon.
Summary: (this chapter) Luna and Xenophilius goes to the grave, Draco spies; Draco and Luna spend the night together. Ginny makes her first appearance.
Previous chapters: 1
Draco Malfoy stood silently a few feet from where Luna and her father were standing. The two were standing respectfully over her mother’s grave and Draco could see how hard it was for both of them. Luna was wearing a long and black mourning robe.. From where he stood, the tears running silently down Luna’s cheeks made him fight the urge not to go over to her and pull her into his arms to try to comfort her.
Xenophilius seemed to be the opposite of his daughter. He wore white robes and just stared solemnly down at the tombstone. He seemed almost unfeeling to the fact his daughter was crying beside him and though he was surely in pain, he was trying to hide it. Draco knew that despite his sober expression, Xenophilius must have been torn apart.
The bitter wind blew leaves across the ground and Luna's hair flew in the wind. "Damn it," Draco muttered, pulling his cloak tightly around himself. He felt bad for both Luna and Xenophilius who were not wearing a cloak. Glancing up he noticed the grey skies and their promise of impending rain.
Standing there watching the pair, Draco started getting a feeling of guilt well up in his chest. He knew he shouldn't be there spying on them. This should be their quiet, personal moment yet he was watching them, invading their moment without their knowledge.
"Dad?" Luna's whisper cut through the silence like a knife.
"Yes, sweetie?" her father answered back in the same quiet tone that was appropriate in a graveyard.
"Do you ever… ever regret not saying… saying goodbye?" Luna implored, her voice strained by her tears. She reached up and wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand as she waited for his response.
"No."
"Why not? I do. I wish I could have said goodbye," his daughter confessed.
"Because if I did then I would have known that our time was limited and would not have cherished it like I did."
"That doesn't make sense, Dad."
Putting his arm around his daughter and pulling her tightly to his side, he sighed heavily. Draco saw the first tear slide down the older man's cheek. "I miss her, too, Luna."
The feeling that he was invading their privacy overwhelming as he witnessed the father-daughter moment, he walked away, planning to Apparate when he was out of earshot of the pair.
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"Luna, how are you?" Ginny greeted her friend. She hadn't expected to see Luna standing at her door when she had opened it. Luna hadn't knocked; Ginny had just been going out.
"Were you going somewhere, Ginny?" Luna asked quietly. Ginny noticed the tears in her friend's eyes and the tension in her voice, so she shook her head.
"I was just going to check the mail," she lied easily.
Taking a deep breath, Luna said, "Can I come in?"
"Of course, of course!" Ginny moved back and opened the door wider so her friend could step inside. Luna moved inside the flat and Ginny shut the door behind her friend. "Come on." Gesturing with her hand toward the front room, Ginny slid down into the nearest chair as Luna sat down on the couch across the way.
"How are you?" Ginny asked again, concerned.
Luna shrugged. "Fine, I guess."
"Today was the anniversary of your mother's death, wasn't it?" Ginny asked, wanting to kick herself the second she finished her unsympathetic question.
"Yes. Dad and I went to the grave this morning. I should be at work but…"
"I'm sure they understand," Ginny said reassuringly.
"Draco said he'd make sure everything ran smoothly."
Ginny suppressed the urge to express how much she disliked Draco Malfoy and wouldn't trust him with anything that important. "I'm sure he will," she lied again.
"You don't like him do you?" the ever perceptive Luna asked, tilting her head in question.
"Truth be told, I hate him. But still, he is part owner of the Quibbler so I'm sure he'll make sure everything is just fine while you and your dad are gone."
Luna nodded fervently. "He will. I trust him."
Ginny bit down on her lower lip to keep herself from voicing the scathing remark floating in her head. It wasn't Luna's fault that she’d been taken in by him, it was Draco who took her father's offer to buy part of the paper. But she didn't see why Luna would trust Draco. Draco hadn't done anything to earn trust from anyone, but he had done plenty to show he didn't deserve any.
"He's really a good man, Ginny," Luna said, a small smile pulling at her lips.
"If you say so," Ginny brushed off her friend's reassurance. "How are you doing? Do you need to talk?"
"No. I'm fine. Dad and I had a long talk."
Ginny frowned and nodded. Standing up she walked over to her friend and sat beside her. Luna gave her a quizzical look, and Ginny hugged her friend tightly, wanting to get back her normally wistful friend back. She hated seeing Luna so down-to-earth and somber.
Luna hugged her back. "I'm sorry," she whispered when she pulled back. She brushed her hand over her cheeks to wipe away a few tears that had escape.
"Don't be sorry. Don't you dare be sorry," Ginny said.
"It's just so hard sometimes. Like today. I cannot get over the fact I never said goodbye to her. I know it seems trivial-"
"That is not trivial! This is important to you."
Luna sighed softly. "I think I'm going to check in the office before I go home tonight."
"Luna, do you want to stay here tonight? Would that help you?" Ginny offered gently.
"No, thank you. I'll be fine."
"Are you sure?"
Luna smiled weakly. "Thank you, Ginny, but I'll be fine."
"Okay then. Do you want to stay for dinner at least? I was about to make myself something." The truth was she was heading out to dinner when she had opened the door and found Luna on the other side.
"No. I think I'll see if Draco will accompany me tonight."
Ginny frowned deeply, wondering again why Luna had such faith in Draco.
"Thank you for talking to me, Ginny, but I think I'm going to go." The girls stood up and Ginny walked her friend to the door, planning on leaving in a few minutes like she had planned before the unexpected visit.
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Draco sat at his desk, pouring over the layout for the next issue of the Quibbler that Andrea had given him just before she’d left. Xenophilius had been planning on approving it himself the day before, but somehow he had forgotten to. It wasn't like the older man to shirk any duties pertaining to the paper, and Draco found the news unsettling at best.
There was a soft knock on his office door, breaking him out of his thoughts. Without glancing up he said, "Come in.'
"Hello, Draco," Luna's musical voice floated over to him from the doorway.
He looked up in surprise. "Luna, what are you doing here? Not that it's not good to see you, but you weren't coming in today."
Luna smiled softly. "I came to see you. Have you had dinner yet?"
"No, not yet."
"Would you like to go with me to dinner somewhere then?"
Looking into Luna's silver eyes, Draco nodded. "I'd love to."
"I'll wait for you outside then."
She turned to leave, and Draco said, "Stay." She stopped and turned back toward him. "Stay. I'll only be a minute." Shoving the layout into a nearby folder, he scrawled an approval note on the front.
"What's that?" Luna asked, eying the folder.
"The layout for next issue. Your father forgot to approve it; Andrea asked me to since it has to go to the printer first thing in the morning," he explained, trying not to emphasize the fact her father forgot to do something.
She seemed taken aback, but quickly recovered. "Oh. Right. Thank you."
"No need to thank me, Luna; it is my job overall."
She smiled softly again. "Right. I suppose it is."
Draco walked over to her and putting his hand on the small of her back, guided her slowly to the door of his office. When they reached the door of the office, he stopped. "I have to lock up." Taking out his wand, he whispered the spell and then, after Draco grabbed his cloak from where it hung behind the door, both slipped out of the building.
Luna pulled her robes tighter around herself when they hit the bitter wind that had been blowing since morning. Draco pulled off his clock and draped it around her shoulders. "Thank you," she whispered, pulling it closer. Breathing in deeply, she smiled. "It seems like you."
Draco couldn't resist the urge to laugh. "Only you would notice that."
She shook her head. "You have a distinctive smell, Draco." Pausing she inhaled again. "Like ink and spices."
"Ink and spices?"
"Yes. Ink and spices. It's a nice smell Draco so don't frown. It's… masculine."
He smirked. "If it's my smell, it should be masculine."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh yes, I guess the fact you are a macho man slipped my mind at first."
Chuckling quietly, Draco took her hand. She squeezed his fingers before settling her hand comfortably in his.
"Where do you want to go for dinner?" Draco asked casually as they walked aimlessly down the sidewalk.
"Can we go back to your place? I'm not really in the mood to be around anyone else."
Draco smiled, feeling warmth spread through his chest at the thought of her wanting to spend time with him when she didn't want to be around anyone else. "Of course we can, Luna."
Ducking into an alley, they Apparated sidelong while still holding hands.
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Luna seemed to need to be around him, to touch him. She sat in the kitchen as he moved around it, making a quick dinner of soup and sandwiches. Every time he walked by her, she would reach out and gently brush her hand over his arm or leg, whatever she could reach. He didn't acknowledge her touches, thinking that she wasn’t even aware she was doing it.
Setting down the plates of food, he sat in the chair beside her. "How was today?"
Luna picked up her sandwich, took a bite, and waited until she had swallowed it before answering. "It was hard, but okay."
Draco frowned, unsure what to say in response. "I'm sorry."
The words had just slipped out his mouth. She closed her eyes and took a shaky breath. "It's okay."
Reaching out and putting his arm around her, he whispered, "No, love, it's not okay. It will never be okay." She dropped her hand on his shoulder and pushed away her plate.
"I'm not hungry," she stated.
He pushed his plate next to hers. "Neither am I. What do you want to do? Do you want to talk? Or we can just sit here in silence?" Draco wasn't used to offering to do whatever the other person wanted to do, but with Luna, it seemed to come naturally.
She looked up at him through her long eyelashes. "I want to be with you. Anything we do is okay with me as long as we are together."
He gently stood up and pulled her to her feet. "Let's go lay down."
She nodded, following him willingly into his bedroom. After he lay down, she joined him, curling up against him. They laid in silence for a long time, just enjoying each other's presence rather than talking.
"This is nice," Luna said with a sigh after awhile.
"Yes, it is," he whispered, kissing the top of her head.
"Draco, I love you."
Even though she wasn't looking at him, he knew it was hard for her to confess her feelings to him. The words triggered something instinct in him. He wasn't put off by her admittance, but instead, was warmed by the sentiment.
After a moment of silence, she took a chance and looked up, meeting Draco's eyes instantly. The soft look in her silver eyes sent shivers down his spine. She was actually scared of his response; she was actually afraid he didn't feel the same way.
Not knowing her to articulate his feelings and thoughts, he leaned down and kissed her softly. When she didn't pull away, he kissed her deeper, his tongue sliding into her partly open mouth. Her hands slid up and cupped the back of his neck, pressing his mouth to hers more firmly. His hand moved to gently cup the side of her face.
Their kissing turned feverish quickly, Draco knew he wouldn't be able to stop if he didn't stop then and pulled away. She stared up at him with a passionate look in her eyes. "Please," she whispered.
"Please what?" he whispered back, not wanting to be wrong about what she wanted.
"Please be with me. Draco, I need you. I love you…" she confessed again, not looking down in shame and uncertainty.
Not needing anything else, he leaned back down and kissed her again. His arms moved to encircle her small body and pull her on top of his.
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"You what?!" Ginny exclaimed, staring at her friend with pure shock.
"Draco and I made love," Luna repeated calmly.
"You… You… You had sex with Draco Malfoy?!"
"Ginny, calm down already. Yes, I had sex with Draco. I needed him. I will always need him. I love him," Luna said firmly in a still dreamy voice.
Ginny couldn't fathom why her friend would do such a thing. Draco was not someone people like Luna needed in their lives. He was a parasite, sucking the good out of anyone he encountered. Yet Luna fancied herself in love with him. "Luna, you were in pain last night. You were-"
"No, Ginny, I love Draco. Can't you just be happy for me?" Luna asked, her voice loosing the last bit of wistfulness it held.
"Happy that you'll get hurt?" Ginny snapped back unthinkingly.
"Happy that I'm happy," Luna shot back.
Ginny leaned back against her chair and closed her eyes. She had no idea what to say. She could tell Luna was serious that she thought she was in love with Malfoy, yet Ginny didn't understand it. No matter how hard she tried, she would never be able to see Draco as anything more than a bully and jerk.
"Ginny, be happy for me," Luna said, her voice pleading.
Opening her eyes, Ginny saw Luna's expression back to its normal dreaminess. "I am happy for you. I am happy you are happy. But I can't understand how someone like you, wonderful, kind, and amazing you, would fall for someone like Draco, someone unkind and selfish."
"He's not selfish Ginny. You don't know him."
"I do know him, Luna."
"No, Ginny, you don't. If you knew him, you'd know how wonderful he really is."
"I guess he hides his good qualities well then?"
"Ginny!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Ginny rushed out, wanting to take back her words yet knowing they were true.
"It's okay just… don't insult Draco anymore okay?"
Ginny nodded. "Okay. I'll keep my opinion of Draco to myself."
"Fair enough," Luna agreed with a vague smile.
Words: circa 2500 (this chapter)
Rating: PG (this chapter)
Characters/Pairings: Main: Draco/Ginny, Minor/Beginning/Temporary: Draco/Luna, Harry/Ginny (other couples mentioned)
Warnings: Pretty much totally disregards the epilogue of DH.
Author's Notes: I know a super beta and her name is jandjsalmon.
Summary: (this chapter) Luna and Xenophilius goes to the grave, Draco spies; Draco and Luna spend the night together. Ginny makes her first appearance.
Previous chapters: 1
Draco Malfoy stood silently a few feet from where Luna and her father were standing. The two were standing respectfully over her mother’s grave and Draco could see how hard it was for both of them. Luna was wearing a long and black mourning robe.. From where he stood, the tears running silently down Luna’s cheeks made him fight the urge not to go over to her and pull her into his arms to try to comfort her.
Xenophilius seemed to be the opposite of his daughter. He wore white robes and just stared solemnly down at the tombstone. He seemed almost unfeeling to the fact his daughter was crying beside him and though he was surely in pain, he was trying to hide it. Draco knew that despite his sober expression, Xenophilius must have been torn apart.
The bitter wind blew leaves across the ground and Luna's hair flew in the wind. "Damn it," Draco muttered, pulling his cloak tightly around himself. He felt bad for both Luna and Xenophilius who were not wearing a cloak. Glancing up he noticed the grey skies and their promise of impending rain.
Standing there watching the pair, Draco started getting a feeling of guilt well up in his chest. He knew he shouldn't be there spying on them. This should be their quiet, personal moment yet he was watching them, invading their moment without their knowledge.
"Dad?" Luna's whisper cut through the silence like a knife.
"Yes, sweetie?" her father answered back in the same quiet tone that was appropriate in a graveyard.
"Do you ever… ever regret not saying… saying goodbye?" Luna implored, her voice strained by her tears. She reached up and wiped her cheeks with the back of her hand as she waited for his response.
"No."
"Why not? I do. I wish I could have said goodbye," his daughter confessed.
"Because if I did then I would have known that our time was limited and would not have cherished it like I did."
"That doesn't make sense, Dad."
Putting his arm around his daughter and pulling her tightly to his side, he sighed heavily. Draco saw the first tear slide down the older man's cheek. "I miss her, too, Luna."
The feeling that he was invading their privacy overwhelming as he witnessed the father-daughter moment, he walked away, planning to Apparate when he was out of earshot of the pair.
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"Luna, how are you?" Ginny greeted her friend. She hadn't expected to see Luna standing at her door when she had opened it. Luna hadn't knocked; Ginny had just been going out.
"Were you going somewhere, Ginny?" Luna asked quietly. Ginny noticed the tears in her friend's eyes and the tension in her voice, so she shook her head.
"I was just going to check the mail," she lied easily.
Taking a deep breath, Luna said, "Can I come in?"
"Of course, of course!" Ginny moved back and opened the door wider so her friend could step inside. Luna moved inside the flat and Ginny shut the door behind her friend. "Come on." Gesturing with her hand toward the front room, Ginny slid down into the nearest chair as Luna sat down on the couch across the way.
"How are you?" Ginny asked again, concerned.
Luna shrugged. "Fine, I guess."
"Today was the anniversary of your mother's death, wasn't it?" Ginny asked, wanting to kick herself the second she finished her unsympathetic question.
"Yes. Dad and I went to the grave this morning. I should be at work but…"
"I'm sure they understand," Ginny said reassuringly.
"Draco said he'd make sure everything ran smoothly."
Ginny suppressed the urge to express how much she disliked Draco Malfoy and wouldn't trust him with anything that important. "I'm sure he will," she lied again.
"You don't like him do you?" the ever perceptive Luna asked, tilting her head in question.
"Truth be told, I hate him. But still, he is part owner of the Quibbler so I'm sure he'll make sure everything is just fine while you and your dad are gone."
Luna nodded fervently. "He will. I trust him."
Ginny bit down on her lower lip to keep herself from voicing the scathing remark floating in her head. It wasn't Luna's fault that she’d been taken in by him, it was Draco who took her father's offer to buy part of the paper. But she didn't see why Luna would trust Draco. Draco hadn't done anything to earn trust from anyone, but he had done plenty to show he didn't deserve any.
"He's really a good man, Ginny," Luna said, a small smile pulling at her lips.
"If you say so," Ginny brushed off her friend's reassurance. "How are you doing? Do you need to talk?"
"No. I'm fine. Dad and I had a long talk."
Ginny frowned and nodded. Standing up she walked over to her friend and sat beside her. Luna gave her a quizzical look, and Ginny hugged her friend tightly, wanting to get back her normally wistful friend back. She hated seeing Luna so down-to-earth and somber.
Luna hugged her back. "I'm sorry," she whispered when she pulled back. She brushed her hand over her cheeks to wipe away a few tears that had escape.
"Don't be sorry. Don't you dare be sorry," Ginny said.
"It's just so hard sometimes. Like today. I cannot get over the fact I never said goodbye to her. I know it seems trivial-"
"That is not trivial! This is important to you."
Luna sighed softly. "I think I'm going to check in the office before I go home tonight."
"Luna, do you want to stay here tonight? Would that help you?" Ginny offered gently.
"No, thank you. I'll be fine."
"Are you sure?"
Luna smiled weakly. "Thank you, Ginny, but I'll be fine."
"Okay then. Do you want to stay for dinner at least? I was about to make myself something." The truth was she was heading out to dinner when she had opened the door and found Luna on the other side.
"No. I think I'll see if Draco will accompany me tonight."
Ginny frowned deeply, wondering again why Luna had such faith in Draco.
"Thank you for talking to me, Ginny, but I think I'm going to go." The girls stood up and Ginny walked her friend to the door, planning on leaving in a few minutes like she had planned before the unexpected visit.
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Draco sat at his desk, pouring over the layout for the next issue of the Quibbler that Andrea had given him just before she’d left. Xenophilius had been planning on approving it himself the day before, but somehow he had forgotten to. It wasn't like the older man to shirk any duties pertaining to the paper, and Draco found the news unsettling at best.
There was a soft knock on his office door, breaking him out of his thoughts. Without glancing up he said, "Come in.'
"Hello, Draco," Luna's musical voice floated over to him from the doorway.
He looked up in surprise. "Luna, what are you doing here? Not that it's not good to see you, but you weren't coming in today."
Luna smiled softly. "I came to see you. Have you had dinner yet?"
"No, not yet."
"Would you like to go with me to dinner somewhere then?"
Looking into Luna's silver eyes, Draco nodded. "I'd love to."
"I'll wait for you outside then."
She turned to leave, and Draco said, "Stay." She stopped and turned back toward him. "Stay. I'll only be a minute." Shoving the layout into a nearby folder, he scrawled an approval note on the front.
"What's that?" Luna asked, eying the folder.
"The layout for next issue. Your father forgot to approve it; Andrea asked me to since it has to go to the printer first thing in the morning," he explained, trying not to emphasize the fact her father forgot to do something.
She seemed taken aback, but quickly recovered. "Oh. Right. Thank you."
"No need to thank me, Luna; it is my job overall."
She smiled softly again. "Right. I suppose it is."
Draco walked over to her and putting his hand on the small of her back, guided her slowly to the door of his office. When they reached the door of the office, he stopped. "I have to lock up." Taking out his wand, he whispered the spell and then, after Draco grabbed his cloak from where it hung behind the door, both slipped out of the building.
Luna pulled her robes tighter around herself when they hit the bitter wind that had been blowing since morning. Draco pulled off his clock and draped it around her shoulders. "Thank you," she whispered, pulling it closer. Breathing in deeply, she smiled. "It seems like you."
Draco couldn't resist the urge to laugh. "Only you would notice that."
She shook her head. "You have a distinctive smell, Draco." Pausing she inhaled again. "Like ink and spices."
"Ink and spices?"
"Yes. Ink and spices. It's a nice smell Draco so don't frown. It's… masculine."
He smirked. "If it's my smell, it should be masculine."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh yes, I guess the fact you are a macho man slipped my mind at first."
Chuckling quietly, Draco took her hand. She squeezed his fingers before settling her hand comfortably in his.
"Where do you want to go for dinner?" Draco asked casually as they walked aimlessly down the sidewalk.
"Can we go back to your place? I'm not really in the mood to be around anyone else."
Draco smiled, feeling warmth spread through his chest at the thought of her wanting to spend time with him when she didn't want to be around anyone else. "Of course we can, Luna."
Ducking into an alley, they Apparated sidelong while still holding hands.
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Luna seemed to need to be around him, to touch him. She sat in the kitchen as he moved around it, making a quick dinner of soup and sandwiches. Every time he walked by her, she would reach out and gently brush her hand over his arm or leg, whatever she could reach. He didn't acknowledge her touches, thinking that she wasn’t even aware she was doing it.
Setting down the plates of food, he sat in the chair beside her. "How was today?"
Luna picked up her sandwich, took a bite, and waited until she had swallowed it before answering. "It was hard, but okay."
Draco frowned, unsure what to say in response. "I'm sorry."
The words had just slipped out his mouth. She closed her eyes and took a shaky breath. "It's okay."
Reaching out and putting his arm around her, he whispered, "No, love, it's not okay. It will never be okay." She dropped her hand on his shoulder and pushed away her plate.
"I'm not hungry," she stated.
He pushed his plate next to hers. "Neither am I. What do you want to do? Do you want to talk? Or we can just sit here in silence?" Draco wasn't used to offering to do whatever the other person wanted to do, but with Luna, it seemed to come naturally.
She looked up at him through her long eyelashes. "I want to be with you. Anything we do is okay with me as long as we are together."
He gently stood up and pulled her to her feet. "Let's go lay down."
She nodded, following him willingly into his bedroom. After he lay down, she joined him, curling up against him. They laid in silence for a long time, just enjoying each other's presence rather than talking.
"This is nice," Luna said with a sigh after awhile.
"Yes, it is," he whispered, kissing the top of her head.
"Draco, I love you."
Even though she wasn't looking at him, he knew it was hard for her to confess her feelings to him. The words triggered something instinct in him. He wasn't put off by her admittance, but instead, was warmed by the sentiment.
After a moment of silence, she took a chance and looked up, meeting Draco's eyes instantly. The soft look in her silver eyes sent shivers down his spine. She was actually scared of his response; she was actually afraid he didn't feel the same way.
Not knowing her to articulate his feelings and thoughts, he leaned down and kissed her softly. When she didn't pull away, he kissed her deeper, his tongue sliding into her partly open mouth. Her hands slid up and cupped the back of his neck, pressing his mouth to hers more firmly. His hand moved to gently cup the side of her face.
Their kissing turned feverish quickly, Draco knew he wouldn't be able to stop if he didn't stop then and pulled away. She stared up at him with a passionate look in her eyes. "Please," she whispered.
"Please what?" he whispered back, not wanting to be wrong about what she wanted.
"Please be with me. Draco, I need you. I love you…" she confessed again, not looking down in shame and uncertainty.
Not needing anything else, he leaned back down and kissed her again. His arms moved to encircle her small body and pull her on top of his.
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"You what?!" Ginny exclaimed, staring at her friend with pure shock.
"Draco and I made love," Luna repeated calmly.
"You… You… You had sex with Draco Malfoy?!"
"Ginny, calm down already. Yes, I had sex with Draco. I needed him. I will always need him. I love him," Luna said firmly in a still dreamy voice.
Ginny couldn't fathom why her friend would do such a thing. Draco was not someone people like Luna needed in their lives. He was a parasite, sucking the good out of anyone he encountered. Yet Luna fancied herself in love with him. "Luna, you were in pain last night. You were-"
"No, Ginny, I love Draco. Can't you just be happy for me?" Luna asked, her voice loosing the last bit of wistfulness it held.
"Happy that you'll get hurt?" Ginny snapped back unthinkingly.
"Happy that I'm happy," Luna shot back.
Ginny leaned back against her chair and closed her eyes. She had no idea what to say. She could tell Luna was serious that she thought she was in love with Malfoy, yet Ginny didn't understand it. No matter how hard she tried, she would never be able to see Draco as anything more than a bully and jerk.
"Ginny, be happy for me," Luna said, her voice pleading.
Opening her eyes, Ginny saw Luna's expression back to its normal dreaminess. "I am happy for you. I am happy you are happy. But I can't understand how someone like you, wonderful, kind, and amazing you, would fall for someone like Draco, someone unkind and selfish."
"He's not selfish Ginny. You don't know him."
"I do know him, Luna."
"No, Ginny, you don't. If you knew him, you'd know how wonderful he really is."
"I guess he hides his good qualities well then?"
"Ginny!"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Ginny rushed out, wanting to take back her words yet knowing they were true.
"It's okay just… don't insult Draco anymore okay?"
Ginny nodded. "Okay. I'll keep my opinion of Draco to myself."
"Fair enough," Luna agreed with a vague smile.