(Druna, Locked out of Heaven - Bruno Mars. For Davra)
If Draco was asked under Veritaserum where he would stay forever, he would answer ‘with Luna’ every time. They didn’t have to be doing anything sexual (though he wouldn’t mind); he would be happy just to lie with her, day after day, familiarizing himself with every fleck of grey in her silver eyes and the creases in her forehead when she smiled. Kind of like they were now, actually.
They were lying on Luna’s bed, forehead to forehead, just listening to each other’s breathing. Her eyelashes were tickling his cheek every time she blinked, but he refused to move. Before Luna, he never would’ve considered letting himself drop his guards around a girl, but she was different.
“Do you know how much you’ve changed me?” Draco whispered.
She laughed when he said this. “Draco, you’re no different than you were five years ago. You’re just showing a different side of yourself.”
“You’ve taught me how to see things not just in black and white.” How to love, he almost said, but bit his tongue.
“I’m not that amazing; you did that all by yourself. You grew up, Draco.” He stroked a lock of blonde hair out of her eyes, and looked at her.
“You are fantastic, Luna, don’t ever forget that. Have you any idea how much I’ve missed out on in those years I didn’t know you existed? You make me weak. Do you have any idea how dangerous that is? I’m a Malfoy; I’m not supposed to care for anything other than myself. But you, you changed that.”
Luna smiled, slightly sadly. “Don’t lie just to make me feel better about myself.”
If there was something Draco hated over anything else, it was that Luna didn’t know how great, how beautiful, she really was. “I’m not, love.” He tilted his head up and pressed his lips to her forehead. “And, you know something? It makes me dizzy just thinking about the time we could’ve had if I’d stopped being a pretentious arse.”
So me and my dad are watching the deathly hallows part 2 and at the part when Draco’s mom says come and he looks back at Luna for a split second he pauses it and asks me,’are they together?’ And I said I wish.
Then he said that it looked like they were in love and he was on Harry’s side for her and that he was asking Luna for permission and she was saying its alright Draco, go I won’t be mad.
Oh god dad you just became 1338493036 times cooler
These scenes just gets me everytime. It breaks my heart. Call me crazy, but this scene makes me think about something. That moment when Draco looked sideways (which is where Luna stood) and notice when he swallowed a lump on his throat? And that moment when he left his place, there was something going on with Luna’s expression- like she was shocked or something. I just ugh-. The way they looked at each other and the way they both look so heartbroken. I will sink with this crazy thought of mine, I will forever think they’re inlove and that, something had happened inside Malfoy Manor.
please tell me I’m not the only one. Can we talk about it please.
(Sweet Druna for anon)
Draco found Luna sitting cross legged by the lake, threading Butterbeer corks onto a simple piece of string. Focused intently on her craft, she didn’t even seem to notice that he was there until he stood directly in front of her and cleared his throat pointedly. Only then did she look up at him, blinking her grey eyes in apparent, mild surprise.
"Oh, hello, Draco." She said with a dreamy little smile, before her gaze dropped back to the corks and thread in her hands. Draco drew a breath, steeling himself before sitting down on the grass next to the Ravenclaw girl. There was once a time when he wouldn’t have been seen dead within five feet of Luna Lovegood, but his recent experiences had changed his perspective on things, and allowing himself to get to know her had made him realise that the eccentricity that he’d originally thought off-putting was actually rather endearing.
"What are you doing?" He asked. Luna didn’t look up as she answered.
"Making a necklace. My old one snapped, and the Nargles have taken my shoes again." She replied, steadfastly ignoring the strand of dirty blonde hair that fell into her face as she worked. Hesitantly, Draco gently reached out and brushed it away, tucking it behind her ear. Luna’s fingers paused over the necklace, and she glanced at Draco out of the corner of her eye with a grateful smile.
"Are you sure it was Nargles?" Draco asked- he’d seen people from his own house hide a pair of shoes which looked suspiciously like Luna’s in the Owlery a few days ago, after all.
"I’m quite sure." Luna replied with a nod, finally looking up from the necklace to direct her full attention to Draco. "It’s always the Nargles."
Maybe, Draco decided, there were some delusions that it was better not to break. He felt like too much exposure to reality could shatter Luna- her fragile innocence- like glass. It was an odd feeling, to realise he didn’t want her hurt, or even changed.
"I think you’re right." Draco lied, and leaned in to kiss her.
The Battle of Hogwarts;
At the sound of approaching footsteps, Luna whipped round. But rather than coming face to face with an enemy, she saw the last person she’d expected to.
Draco Malfoy was walking toward her, his face smeared with dirt and determination. His eyes met hers and the most rare and beautiful smile flickered over his face.
As a Ravenclaw, Luna had always been calm and logical, but in this very moment her emotions overcame her and she rushed forward, straight into Draco’s arms.
"But you left," she whispered, "I saw you join them, when they brought Harry back from the forest."
"I didn’t join them, Luna. I saved my family; I made sure they got away. I never fought for the Death Eaters, I was just too afraid of what they might have done to my family; they’re all I’ve ever really cared about. Or so I thought."
Looking up at Draco, Luna smiled her usual half-smile. With her eyes wide she asked, “So, Draco Malfoy, have you come back to help us fight?”
"I’m here to help you, only you, Luna Lovegood. I’m not here to be brave like a Gryffindor, I’m here to be cunning, like a Slytherin."
(Draco and Luna, sometime after the war)
Selene looked exactly like her mother, Luna. It was ironic really, since she’d been named after the Greek counterpart of the Roman Moon goddess, which her mother had been named after. But it suited her. She had the same exact shade of blonde hair that her mother did – Draco was glad that she’d inherited the Lovegood blonde, rather than the albino Malfoy white – and her eyes were similarly as wide, and as blue as her mothers, though they still had the glint of innocence that Luna’s had lost after the war.
His daughter asked him something, though he was too caught up in his thoughts to catch it. “Daddy?” She repeated, frowning slightly.
“Yes?” He shook his head and blinked hard, his vision clearing.
“Can I have an owl when I go to school?”
Draco opened his mouth to say no, and that she’d no doubt use it to send messages to countless admirers, which really could turn out nasty – not for her; for them, once her dad ‘talked’ to them – but Luna talked over him.
“Just let her,” she said, leaning across the breakfast table, a mug of tea clasped in her hand. “At least she isn’t asking for a Slashkilter.”
He laughed, trying to pretend that he knew exactly what one was, but Selene shuffled her chair closer to him and whispered: “A carnivorous rabbit.”
Luna, oblivious to the goings on, pushed herself up from the table and excused herself to go shower.
“Thanks,” Draco muttered once his wife had left.
Selene grinned. “I didn’t do it for you; I did it for the owl you’re going to buy me as payment.” She jumped out of her chair and strode, leaving her dad at the table, who dropped his head into his arms and groaned.
For a ten year old, his daughter was scarily similar to what he was like at that age. Minus the obnoxious, pureblooded personality, of course.