1 One-Shot: Harry Potter (Draco/Luna)
Title: Never Forgot Nor Forgave
Words: circa 400
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Draco/Luna
Warnings: --
Prompt: "never forget, never forgive" table
Summary: Fate was cold and alone, but calling to her.
Draco Malfoy wasn't a forgiving man. He was unbending and arrogant. The man was made of pride.
Luna Lovegood watched Draco from the bar, sizing him up. He had a lost look in his face that many people wouldn't notice His silver eyes matched her own and the only different was actually that Luna's eyes were unfocused and watery while his was nothing but steel.
He had been shamed, ousted. That girl had taken his heart, or what was left of it, and put it in a blender of publicity and scandals. A day after their very public breakup, she was already seen canoodling with another wizard, and worse yet the wizard was none other then Harry Potter, Draco's nemesis since their days in school, very publicly.
His eyes drifted down to his drink, looking into the glass of brandy and frowning. But glancing upward, his eyes met hers for a breathless moment. Their gaze dropping back down, she sighed.
It was a moment that lasted only a moment, but she saw so much in that stare: vulnerability, pain, arrogance.
Pushing her hair over her shoulder and standing up, she approached him cautiously. "Hello Mr. Mafoy."
Looking at her, he frowned. "What do you want?"
It was clear he was a man that never forgot nor forgave. Even one night he didn't forget. The night they had shared. It was a night she had never forgotten either but there was nothing to forgive. He was a broken man that much was true. Pride was everything to him and her leaving after just one night had actually hurt his pride.
She had mattered to him.
His relationship with the other woman had been nothing to him, but a publicity stunt that failed miserably.
Luna didn't mind to set her pride aside when something mattered to her and seeing him in here on the day of his reckoning was clearly a sign that he mattered to her. She believed in signs and fate.
Draco Malfoy was clearly her fate and she decided to give in finally and accept it.
She sat down in the empty stool next to him and sighed softly.
"You always look so indifferent and unfocused," Draco accused, his voice icy.
She smiled faintly at him. He was trying so hard to be cold, but his eyes were interested. The silver orbs glowed with remembrance and affectionate. He was a man of conviction and perfect for her.
Fate was calling to her and his eyes pulled her toward it.
Words: circa 400
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairings: Draco/Luna
Warnings: --
Prompt: "never forget, never forgive" table
Summary: Fate was cold and alone, but calling to her.
Draco Malfoy wasn't a forgiving man. He was unbending and arrogant. The man was made of pride.
Luna Lovegood watched Draco from the bar, sizing him up. He had a lost look in his face that many people wouldn't notice His silver eyes matched her own and the only different was actually that Luna's eyes were unfocused and watery while his was nothing but steel.
He had been shamed, ousted. That girl had taken his heart, or what was left of it, and put it in a blender of publicity and scandals. A day after their very public breakup, she was already seen canoodling with another wizard, and worse yet the wizard was none other then Harry Potter, Draco's nemesis since their days in school, very publicly.
His eyes drifted down to his drink, looking into the glass of brandy and frowning. But glancing upward, his eyes met hers for a breathless moment. Their gaze dropping back down, she sighed.
It was a moment that lasted only a moment, but she saw so much in that stare: vulnerability, pain, arrogance.
Pushing her hair over her shoulder and standing up, she approached him cautiously. "Hello Mr. Mafoy."
Looking at her, he frowned. "What do you want?"
It was clear he was a man that never forgot nor forgave. Even one night he didn't forget. The night they had shared. It was a night she had never forgotten either but there was nothing to forgive. He was a broken man that much was true. Pride was everything to him and her leaving after just one night had actually hurt his pride.
She had mattered to him.
His relationship with the other woman had been nothing to him, but a publicity stunt that failed miserably.
Luna didn't mind to set her pride aside when something mattered to her and seeing him in here on the day of his reckoning was clearly a sign that he mattered to her. She believed in signs and fate.
Draco Malfoy was clearly her fate and she decided to give in finally and accept it.
She sat down in the empty stool next to him and sighed softly.
"You always look so indifferent and unfocused," Draco accused, his voice icy.
She smiled faintly at him. He was trying so hard to be cold, but his eyes were interested. The silver orbs glowed with remembrance and affectionate. He was a man of conviction and perfect for her.
Fate was calling to her and his eyes pulled her toward it.