Loony Lovegood

[ferretface_git]

All he ever did was read. It was embarrassing. No war, no sides to pick, no Potters to intimidate. Only a lonely, miserable wizard with too much time on his hands and a roommate that didn't know the meaning of the word boundaries. It was humiliating, and Draco took it all with the grace and maturity of a two year old. At least he was consistent.

He couldn't hide, even if he'd wanted to. His room was no longer the safe haven it had once been. So he'd wandered out to the ocean, wearing a pair of green swim trunks and a dingy white t-shirt advertising some cheap Muggle diner he'd never heard of, his pale legs bare and his eye squinted against the sun. His book was discarded in the sand, tissue-thin pages fluttering in the wind, abandoned while he took a moment to look out over the surf.

If he'd been a normal man, he would've thought it beautiful, sitting with his knobby knees drawn up to his chest and his grey eyes watching the water foam up over the sand. If he'd been normal, he might've considered going for a dip.

But he wasn't normal. He was a Malfoy, and at the moment he was imagining the ocean surging up and swallowing the island whole.

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[dreamily-luna.livejournal.com]

"So I don't get pregnant," Luna answers. "Mostly. No charms out here." She's seen plenty of pregnancy scares at Hogwarts regardless of charms, though.

[of-badfaith.livejournal.com]

Pregnant. He got a flash, a quick but no less horrifying portend of that possible future, and suddenly that little sheath of latex was his very best friend.

"Ah. All right, then," he said, closing his hands around her waist and hauling her closer again.

[dreamily-luna.livejournal.com]

"It's been a while," she says softly, as her thighs hit the mattress. "Use-- use your fingers first." Who knows if he will take direction well here? Luna likes sex; for a motherless daughter, she has a troubling lack of hang-ups about it.

She just likes it to be good, is all.

[of-badfaith.livejournal.com]

If it was one thing that Draco Malfoy hated, it was being told what to do by someone so obviously inferior to himself. But his ever raging superiority complex had begun wavering months ago, and right in that moment, it was just about entirely dormant.

Still, he was used to plowing ahead, now, taking exactly what he wanted, so it was with great reluctance and probably very little skill that he reaches between her legs.

[dreamily-luna.livejournal.com]

Luna lets out a sigh, drawing one leg up and allowing him better access. Even if he's faltering, what they've been up to so far has her wound up all the same, and she welcomes the touch with a little shudder.

[of-badfaith.livejournal.com]

Narrowing his eyes, he kept at it for a moment or two, then when she seemed more frustrated than anything, he gritted his teeth and muttered, "I'm sorry, am I boring you?"

[dreamily-luna.livejournal.com]

She doesn't think she would be laying here like this, splayed out like a woman of loose morals, if she was bored of it, but she does think over his question because it's polite. At least, she thinks it over until, suddenly, what he's doing is very right, and her hips buck up and she lets out a little cry.

[of-badfaith.livejournal.com]

His eyes widened, perhaps a bit shocked that he'd actually done something right, then the startled look quickly dissolved into something much more smug. He slipped another thin, shamelessly delicate finger into her, feeling her warm and stretched around two of them now, and let his thumb sweep over that little bundle of nerves he knew was there but rarely took the time to seek out.

He'd tire of this, soon enough. Of course he would. Draco Malfoy wasn't good at giving pleasure without receiving. But the power he felt just then was enough to keep him going, for now.

[dreamily-luna.livejournal.com]

And to think how many people would doubt her judgment! Luna isn't in the habit of second-guessing herself anyway, but as she's arching up and sighing, writhing a little bit, she's quite pleased with her decision making process. Her fingers curl up in the bedclothes; she's ready for him.

"Draco," she murmurs.

[of-badfaith.livejournal.com]

Well, that was really all the encouragement he needed. Did he simply want her to be quiet? Possibly, but more likely, he was as ready as she was. Had been since they'd stepped through the door. He was male, after all.

There was a bit of fumbling, too over eager and too out of practice, as he rolled over on top of her, rearranging limbs and checking the silly rubber balloon on his cock before he lined up and pressed in, unable to keep from being a bit too abrupt.