wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2008-02-19 19:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | *fic, draco, harry, luna |
Special deliver to sdk
Title: The moon is a strange mistress
Author:kabal42
Recipient's LJ name: sdk
Rating: NC-17
Pairing(s): Harry/Luna, Harry/Luna/Draco
Word Count: 4077
Warnings (if any): Threesome-sex, clever Luna and excessive misuse of Potions.
Authors notes: Dear Shelly. I was very pleased when I saw who my recipient was and I wanted to write you an epic. I didn't quite manage that, but I'd like to say I wrote you something I am happy about. I hope you will enjoy it!
My undying thanks to my beloved beta who shall for now remain nameless. She knows who she is and I love her.
A huge round of thanks to the lovely, flexible and understanding mods who have done an amazing job with this fest. Thank you so much! You rock muchly! ♥
'I don't want him to touch you! And that's that!'
Luna had rarely heard Harry that angry. He had a temper, yes, but it seemed he never fired that up around her. Except for right now. But that wasn't really about her either, even if it was her presence he was yelling in, so she supposed it didn't count. It was about Draco and he had always had this special ability to make Harry blow a fuse.
'Harry... he isn't required to touch me,' she soothed. Not that it seemed to matter; Harry was still pacing up and down in front of the fireplace, wearing the rug thin. Luna sat in her favourite chair, legs crossed and watched him like Muggles watch tennis.
'I don't care! How could you do this?!? After what he did to you?!!'
She had anticipated that argument. It made sense. Harry cared for her, he even said he loved her and Luna believed Harry, who always seemed to feel everything all the way - from deep inside to outside his skin - instead of just in his heart.
'He didn't do anything,' Luna said quietly. 'He didn't like it. You weren't there, Harry, you only saw him a few times. I saw him often. He came down. Talked to us. He was so scared and alone.'
She stood up and went to him; he looked doubtful now, much more child-like than when anger was burning him inside. In those instances he looked like a cross between a man and a fire-storm.
'You told me about him and Myrtle, remember?' she continued, taking his hands in her own. She could see his doubt much clearer now, soft like velvet behind his eyes. 'It's just like that. I suppose I stood in for Myrtle a few times, then. Until you freed us. You and Dobby.' She reached up and pushed a few black strands of hair out of his eyes. He'd see more that way. He nodded slowly. He was listening. 'I wont let them hurt him because he was forced to get a Mark and forced to do things he didn't want to and didn't like. If this is what it takes, then so be it.'
'But...' The last bits of resistance were still there. He wouldn't be Harry if they weren't. And if he weren't Harry then she wouldn't love him. 'But it's a bond, Luna. It's pretty permanent. What are we- you. What are you supposed to do with him?'
'We, Harry.' This time she kissed him. 'We're supposed to take care of him. He has been stripped of his legal status and is to be considered as not of age. We are going to take care of him. He's bound to me, yes, but I live with you. You are part of this too. And it's for a year, Harry, not forever.'
Most people would have wanted her to say "please" or to make promises. Not Harry. He had said his part and told her of his reservations and now he was giving in.
'Okay. But if he causes any trouble or harm you in any way...'
She nodded solemnly. 'Well, we can't have that.' He didn't ask what they'd do in case of trouble and she didn't see any need to bring it up.