CHAPTER XV

CHAPTER XV

"Here I stand, helpless and left for dead.
Close your eyes, so many days go by.
Easy to find what's wrong, harder to find what's right.
I believe in you, I can show you that I can see right through all your empty lies.
I won't stay long, in this world so wrong".

(BREAKING BENJAMIN "Dance with the Devil")

He opened the ancient book and turned back to the last page he read minutes ago taking mental notes as he cracked his knuckles against the desk. The blond Slytherin was trying to focus his attention on what he was reading, feeling rather annoyed for his lack of concentration, symptom of his depression. He shut the book once more gasping out a few mumbled words.

"I wonder why you chose this place to meet." Snape rolled his eyes admiring the splendid library, Lucius former office.

"Thank you for coming professor and welcome to Malfoy's manor". Draco summoned a chair, inviting his guest to take a sit.

"May I ask what have you done lately, when you're not besides your wife's deathbed?" The arch of his eyelids lifted up with wonder.

"Nobody else but me is able to save Luna. Her time is running out, I have to act…now". He explained twisting the wedding ring on his finger behind the desk.

"This place will be filled with Death Eaters at any moment". The old man pointed out with an acutely tone in his voice.

"Exactly, now you know why we're here". Draco sneered.

"I was hoping to be wrong this time". The agile minded replied.

"You never are. I've got everything ready to conjure the Inferiare Pandemonium Pact, but I can't do it alone. I'll need your help". The blond smirked, handling him a glass of firewhisky.

"The elements for the ritual are impossible to acquire!" He frowned, refusing to take the cup from Draco's hand.

"Nothing's impossible when money can buy it. I've got all that's required and I know exactly what to do, but I still need your assistance". Draco drank in one sip the content of the glass; he got up and walked towards Snape.

"Do you realize what you're about to do? This is suicidal. Once you submerge yourself into the trance and you get infected, your body will host a parasite that lacks in substance without it, there is no turning back. It can be localized or affect your body completely. It can destroy you, deactivating your immune mechanisms one by one switching them with its own devastating power". His ink black eyes opened wide.

"Force is might, force is must! I'm fully aware of the risks. Would you help me, yes or no?" Draco was blinded by the evil of his hatred.

"Why do you think I came here in the first place? Of course I'll help you. I only wanted to make sure you know what it would take to perform the ritual successfully". The old man replied with cynical irony.

The blond curled his lips with a triumphal grimace. He pointed out the way to a secret passage inviting his accomplice to follow him.

The confined room was placed on starkness and austerity, lightening up with black candles. The ritual book was placed on a small stand at the right of the altar. Snape looked at Draco out of the corner of his eyes. The blond Slytherin was, as always, formally dressed, this time he was wearing a dark blue shirt, white t-shirt, black pants and black shoes.

"You'll ruin those clothes…" He broke the silence reproachfully lifting an eyebrow as he placed the chalice and offerings on the altar.

Draco didn't reply, considering Snape's comment trivial and awkward. He handled him a hooded black robe as he put one over his clothes and proceeded to take his place on centre of the pentagram drawn on the floor, facing the altar. His body strategically placed at right angles to its length.

Snape placed himself at Draco's left besides the ritual's book, both made a profound bow before the altar and the ritual started.

"Great One, hear us now as we invoke thy blessing. Come forth from out the gorge of night! Take flight on leathern wings and soar above the mountain's summit. Cast thy shadows of the earth in answer to our call!" The elder recited extending both arms with his palms downward.

Then, taking the chalice from the altar, he turned to each of the cardinal compass points of the pentagram holding it high, muttering the opening statements, facing South, facing East, facing North and facing West. Finally, he placed himself in front of Draco handling him the cup.

"I raise my hands, my heart and my voice to call upon thy forces of the underworld. Great Ghoul, covered in the husk floating in the life-fluid, the gateway to the core burst forth, one nature, from the fervent heat you are and when the subterranean flame give me strength and give me the power I desire. From the burning fire of my willing flesh you shall be still as you were before". The blond proclaimed, taking the chalice between his hands, drinking from it: the potion burned his insides like liquid fire.

"My body is a temple, wherein all demons dwell. A pantheon of flesh I am: Alpha and Omega, the beginning and the end. So mote it!" Draco recited his concluding statement bowing towards the altar.

"So it is done". Snape retrieved the chalice, bowing towards the altar, putting down the candles.

Draco's body convulsed and shivered, he couldn't breath, his vision faltered as a huge shadow passed over him, a large claw fell on his shoulder and all went dark.

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The maddening monotony screams woke him up. Someone was punching him in the face and stomach moments before he regained conscience. Draco realized he had been captured by the Death Eaters. A scream rose up in his throat, only to be chocked down by his own blood. His body shuddered as he was lifted off the floor and pinned against a frozen surface. He couldn't remember how he ended up chained to the wall. No hope, no help and no mercy would perpetrate the hell that consumed him. His gaze snapped back into focus, he saw his battered body covered with torn clothes and exposed flesh.

"The traitor woke up at last!" Rodolphus Lestrange yelled to the other Death Eaters that were joining him in the beating.

"Hi uncle, how's the life of a widower been treating you?" Draco mocked him with celebrated vengeancespitting blood through clenched teeth; he was bleeding from the mouth and face.

"You will join your partner's faith soon, enjoy while you can". Rodolphus acidly replied pointing at the fetid half rotten corpse chained to the wall besides Draco before he left.

The blond did his best to stifle his spasms of pain: his body was a quivering coiled knot. Dust danced in the air, he chocked again. He looked around, he was locked up inside a nest of bacillus and microbes, the catacomb's walls were streaked with blood, the odour was repulsive adding more morbidness to the sick spectacle. From behind the thick bars of the only window Draco saw an ill-tended cementery complete with fallen and leaning headstones and defaced holy symbols. There was a shallow bone pit in which the Death Eaters probably tossed the remaining of their many victims.

"Come on…bring it on….I want this….I need this!" He knew that without pain, without sacrifice, he would have nothing.

But the sickness was tormenting him, his internal organs were frighteningly torturing him, he resolved not to pay attention to them, switching off his body from the pain. There was only bottomless agony, bottomless terror and bottomless despair. As these negative feelings overwhelmed him, he blacked out again.

Draco's mind drifted between sanity and madness, he woke up, coming back to the pain, this time he didn't shut down his body, he actually welcomed it as his ill temper grew more and more pissed off.

He heard some people talking, some faint murmurs echoing on the putrid walls. He found it hard to keep his eyes opened for the fresh blood clots on his face numbed his vision but still could see through his eyelids. There was a large cell in front of him.

"Remus Lupin, I wonder why you're caged if you're not suffering from moon madness?" Draco was determined to play off against every single person he came up across.

But there came no reply, death silence filled the place. The blond took a closer look at the people locked up in the cell. He then also recognized Mr. Ollivander, Mad Eye Moody, Nymphadora Tonks and there was another man, on the left of Lupin, completely unknown to him: an eccentric-looking wizard, who looked slightly cross-eyed and had shoulder length white hair, something in his eyes caught Draco's attention.

"Who are you?" The Slytherin asked with eager curiosity.

"My name is Xenophilius…" His voice was barely more than a hiss.

"You're Mr. Lovegood?" Draco felt as if a flash of enlightenment had stricken him.

"Yes, and you are…?"

"I'll kill two birds with one stone. You've just make my day". His body was quivering again, this time more violently, he was gasping for breath.

"He's Draco Malfoy" Lupin shot back with a raspy voice.

"I'm the guest of honour". Draco did a fair imitation of a sigh and gazed around, fixing his stare at the pestilent fellow next to him. The nauseating odour filled his nostrils, forcing him to throw up. He wished he had eaten something earlier, for he was vomiting blood and bile, his stomach was burning.

"Malfoy, what happened to you?" Lupin's voice echoed the walls with a tint of worry now.

"This purging thing sucks!" He managed to reply in what seemed to be his final breath "I'll probably shit blood as well". Something was wrong, his body was collapsing, he wasn't feeling any stronger, every single internal organ and muscle hurt him like hell. He started cursing under his breath.

"He's changing…he's…evolving". Mad Eye frowned while his magical eye inspected him with avid curiosity.

"And to your displeasure, professor, this time is remotely connected with ferrets!" Draco smirked, spitting blood.

The sound of footsteps was getting more and more audible: someone was coming down the stairs into the catacombs. A black hooded figure came to view, to Draco's disgust it was no other than Pansy Parkinson.

"Merlin! One disaster at a time!" He muttered, inches away from losing his sanity once and for all.

"What have they done to you?" Pansy's eyes were filled with tears.

She performed a quick cleansing spell on him as she leaned closer, offering the glass of water she carried on the tray along with some food. He refused, sealing his lips. He was craving for something else, some other kind of "food".

"Get away from me and give it to them instead!" He recoiled looking at the others on the cell. Pansy's presence was even more repulsive to him than the dead corpse; he would start vomiting all over again.

She sobbed, throwing the tray to the floor, placing her arms around his neck.

"You know this could end right here if you promise to behave". She combed his untamed blond curls with her sneaky fingers.

"I want the wand back, Pansy. Retrieve the wand they took from me". He raised the voice with an imminent terrible tone.

"I'll do it if you kiss me". Her voice trembled.

"Pansy…you make me come….you make me complete….you make completely miserable!" He shouted, feeling his stomach revolting again.

"Hate me then, but remember I'm your only salvation. Kiss me and you can get your wand back". Pansy whispered into his ear.

"Never, you're the unmistakable reminder of her doom!" The blond shot back looking at her with revulsion.

"You love her that much?" She hissed, recovering her composure.

"Deep enough to let burn me to the core". He paused, swallowing painfully. "Thou retrieve thy wand". Draco demanded with an inhuman voice.

Pansy nodded and left with a blank stare and immutable face, acting as if she were under the influence of the imperious curse.

The pain in his body diminished and then vanished. He felt his muscles getting strong as iron, his wounds were healing, he felt his senses sharpened as his breathing got slow and deepen.

Draco experienced a mad hunger that grew more ravenous half chocked by a rising and untamed rage. The dim light bothered his eyes, he closed them shut. But then an icing cold breath washed over him as chill fingers wrapped around his neck. The Slytherin woke up after noticing a pair of unnaturally pale hands encircling his face.

"I've got plans for you, my boy. You will pick up from where your father left off…" Voldemort's pair of red blood core black eyes looked straight back at him

"We are defined by the choices we made: it's called sense of self-preservation". Shattered images flashed before Draco's eyes.

"Nagini, kill the spare!" His pale lips twisted into a frown.

"NO!" Draco shouted in a deafening roar which echoed off the walls.

The rite was finally completed: and with the transfiguration of his internal body structure, extraordinary powers were acquired, his natural strength was quadrupled. Draco acquired the strength and powers of a Ghoul; he became a soldier as bold as death. He broke loose from the chains that kept him imprisoned and rushed towards Voldemort, ready to strike.

"You'll be able to break free of the curse only by offering the Ghoul immortal flesh. In return you'll be released from its curse and possession, keeping its powers as reward". Snape's words resounded in his head.

The beast inside him aimed for the jugular: the most vital and vulnerable part of a prey. He clutched from Voldemort's neck with ravenous hunger, ripping the flesh with his massive bites. Voldemort's body racked with tremors and pain, choking under a pool of his own blood.

"I'm Draco's bloodthirsty malice". His blood dripping lips curled in a horrifying smile.

He desperately summoned Lucius" wand once he caught sight of Pansy's silhouette coming from behind and, turning round, he aimed at the desired target: Nagini.

"Avada Kedavra!" The vivid green light ended with the life of the vast snake that was merely a few inches from Mr. Lovegood's overwhelmed face.

"Draco!" Pansy's heart-rending scream made him turn back at her as she stepped between him and Voldemort's killing curse.

"Bombarda Maxima!" The dry explosion of dust and rocks crushed Voldemort's quivering bloodstained body.

"That's the only practical thing I learned from Umbridge". He smirked at Lupin, as he spoke drops of blood fell to the ground.

Draco blew up the door of the cell, setting free the prisoners.

"Run for your lives. RUN!" He yelled carrying under his shoulder the weight of his father-in-law weakened body.

"We can't leave her here!" Lupin shouted with a desperate tone.

Regaining his balance, Draco looked around and saw Pansy's lifeless body lying on the ground.

"I'm Draco's complete lack of surprise".

"We can't take her with us for she will hold us back, she's dead". He replied coldly, rushing up the stairs taking three steps at a time carrying Mr. Lovegood. To his amazement, thanks to his recently acquired powerful strength, the body he was holding in his arms felt feather weight.

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CHAPTER XVI

"Do you know that I could never leave you?
and you know I could never beat you?
and if I, if I could never find you nevermind, I would not forget you.
Can I stay alive forever?
Forever. Can I feel a chemical reaction?
Because I feel a hideous
attraction could we share a poison apple?
Could it be maniacal and awful?
Can I stay alive forever?"

(BREAKING BENJAMIN – "Forever")

The news regarding Draco's bold performance echoed into every corner of the Wizardry World moments after the six figures apparated at the doors of St. Mungo's hospital.

Draco looked around the room and saw lots of people happy for the news but shocked to see him soaked in blood for it gave him an appearance of grimness and ferocity. His clothes were covered with blood both dried and fresh.

"I've just said I'm not hurt, most of the blood is not mine!" He protested to the medi-wizards while dropping Mr. Lovegood on top of a stretcher.

"Young man, you've saved my life, please tell me how can I repay you for all what you've done…" Xenophilius clenched from Draco's arm looking completely grateful.

"Okay, this is it. It's time for me to say the words." Draco took a big breath. 'sir, I've married your daughter a month ago…without your consent…having your blessing will be my reward". He held his breath feeling a growing lump in his throat.

"You married my Luna? Where is she, I want to see her…" The old man looked disorientated.

"She's here, at the hospital. She had a breakdown after the dementors attack back at Hogwarts. I'll ask the doctors to take you with her". He painfully swallowed.

"Oh no…she's sick again? My poor baby…I want to see her…please take me with her!" He begged to a nurse.

"Malfoy…" A sniffling voice called out from behind him.

"What now, Granger?" Draco rolled his eyes, resting his back against the corridor's wall.

"What you've done was remarkably heroic!" She smiled candidly to him.

"Saving them and killing one Horcrux were not included in my plan, they just happened to be in the path towards my goal, that's all". He tossed out looking bored.

"The harder you try to look evil, the less you succeed". She said in a quiet hush voice.

"Don't distort the truth to make reality more bearable". Draco's face turned whiter, without the slightest trace of emotion.

She shook her head and looked inside her purse. "Here, take them".

Hermione offered him some clean clothes: a pair of blue jeans, sneakers and a white and black striped t-shirt.

"Muggle clothes?!" He frowned.

"They're better than those torn and soaked blooded rags you're wearing". She had a point, he was starting to smell.

Draco accepted, throwing a reluctant look at her before entering into a bathroom. After a couple of minutes, and to Hermione's surprise, the person who came out didn't exactly look like an average muggle. Even dressed in that kind of clothes, it was impossible for Draco to pass for a muggle or a regular young man for that matter, for every little thing about him was far from being ordinary. He looked like he just came out from taking a shower: his dripping blond curls fall down gracefully into his face framing his sculpted facial features. And the way that simple cotton t-shirt fitted his leaned shoulders and back was simply exquisite. But there was something wrong with this picture: something in the stiffed way he was walking denoted a slight problem with his recently acquired clothes.

"This rough fabric itches, how can you muggles stand it?" He complained.

"That's because you're not used to wear jeans. But let me tell you that they fit you perfectly and you filled them better than Harry". Hermione's blushed while looking at his crutch out of the corner of her eye.

"I'm wearing Potter's clothes?!" He protested without repairing in the fact that he was better equipped than his enemy.

Xenophilius Lovegood came out from the hall: he stopped in front of Draco and embrace him with paternal affection.

"My daughter loves you with all her heart and I won't deny her that happiness. You've got my blessing. Welcome to the family, son!" The old man sobbed.

"Thank you…Mr. Lovegood". Draco let go a sigh of relief. "And you'll properly thank me once I save her life as well". He murmured under his breath.

From above Xenophilius shoulder, Draco caught sight of Snape as he passed by the corridor. Slipping through his father-in-law embrace he ran behind the elusive black dressed figure.

"Professor…the ceremonial dagger…do you have it with you?" The blond hissed with expectant look.

"She's too weak, she won't endure the ritual's transition". He stopped, crossing his arms.

"If there's one thing I learn from my wife is to follow my instincts. You won't believe how unique Luna is, don't misjudge her strength".

He pulled out a pointed object wrapped in dark cloth from behind his cloak and handled it to Draco.

"No matter what happens, nobody should enter that room". The blond ordered throwing an enraged stabbing stare.

Snape nodded without saying a word.

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With the little strength she got left, she managed to sit on the bed, placing the pillow behind her sore back. Luna was dressed with an oversized dark green satin pyjama with gold embroidered letters on the pocket, by the side of her heart, reading "D.M": it was one of Draco's pyjamas.

The doors opened wide letting way for Draco to step in, closing right behind him with a loud slamming sound.

"You came back…" She sobbed; her eyes were already wrapped in tears.

"Of course, sweetheart, I won't leave you again, ever". He soothed.

He took sit on the bed and leaned closer, stroking her dirty blond curls between his fingers with yearning tenderness. "And I won't let you leave me either…" He whispered into her ear.

"You've saved my father's life, I'm so very grateful to you". Her voice was barely audible.

"I've told you that I would do anything to have his consent, we have his blessing now". Draco cupped her chin with one hand kissing her gently. 'this looks familiar". He hissed, following with his eager fingertips the pattern of the monogrammed letters.

"They have your scent…green apples…wearing them made me feel closer to you". She was finding trouble breathing.

"Luna, whenever I look my reflection in your eyes you make me forget who I really am. But the truth is that I'm far from being perfect: I'm a monster, and I can't change that. I've done many terrible things in the past, but there's no comparison with what I'm about to do to you right now. Please, forgive me for being so damn selfish and for not giving up. But I simply refuse to let you go, you belong to me". Draco showed her the ceremonial dagger, placing it over her lap. He felt an iron grip oppressing his heart.

"It's understood". She coughed, making a fair imitation of a smirk while examining the dagger's blade. "But how can you possible ask me to forgive you…for loving me the way you do?!" The pale colour of her cheeks flushed with a tint of pink.

"We're both mental!" He celebrated with mild insanity fixing his pearl grey eyes on her.

"No, we're Malfoys". Luna curled her lips with a silent smile without taking her eyes off him.

"Eris quod sum(i)". Draco took off his clothes in record time, either because he couldn't stand to wear those muggle clothes any longer or because his basis instincts were exploding inside him and he needed to unleash them once and for all.

"Esto perpetua(ii)". Luna's breathing was faltering.

Draco was standing in front of her wife, completely naked, holding the dagger. A maddening power and state of hot frenzy came over him pushing him to act in a way he would have recoiled when sober…or probably not.

"Endless torture and pain shall be inflicted upon the mortal flesh of the beloved to achieve full access into the body in order to transfer the powers". Draco's mind was sinking more and more into the trance.

He used the dagger to rip off her clothes, leaving naked body fully exposed, laying there on the bed.

"I, Draco Malfoy, I'm committed in body and soul to burst the mortal prison of my beloved and devour her mortal frame. I bind you, Luna Lovegood-Malfoy, to me for eternity, by the tail of the snake, the mouth of the dragon and the poison of my blood". He called out loud making the opening statement of the rite.

"I pierce and possess your flesh. I pierce and possess your brain". He made several incisions on strategic parts of both his and her body and then threw the dagger to the floor, jumping on the bed, right on top of her.

"I call upon the power of earth to shape you with my flesh. I call upon the power of fire to burn you with my passion. I call the power of water to bathe you with my blood. I call the power of air to tame you with my voice. I, Draco Malfoy, call you, Luna Lovegood-Malfoy, for a new beginning. You belong to me, so mote it be!" He started touching her naked body with hypnotic fascination.

To her horror, she felt something ripping into her mind, taking control of her body while he was pressing his weight against her. He sank his head in her chest, sucking her breasts with an intoxicating humming.

"Let me take you on a trip, around the world and back. Let me show you the world in my eyes" Draco's piercing grey eyes glowed like burning coals as he started rubbing his sweaty body against her.

"Luna, fulfil my desire, from the highest peak of ecstasy into the hollow depths of pain, you are mine". He liked her tears and then thrust his tongue into her mouth with diabolical passion.

She panted. Her breath was emerging in loud gasps.

"Let your mind do the walking while my mouth do the soothing". He hissed, placing his tongue between her soft thighs, swallowing her juices.

His hands were now touching her body with compelling force, provoking small bruises on her soft skin. Luna moaned in pain, sobbing.

"Now let my body do the moving… let my body do the talking". He thrust his hot, wet, dripping and hungry manhood into her with passionate insistence.

"Tell me, sweetheart, is it deep enough for you?" He whispered into her ear.

She nodded with agony.

"Well, it's certainly not deep enough for me!" With strength borne from desperation Draco entered her, ripping out her insides.

Luna was so weak that she couldn't even scream her pain as she suddenly chocked. He started rocking his body on top of her with compulsory repetition.

Like when happens at birth, the newborn suffers pain and terror, requiring deep courage and brute endurance to have access to the instinctual power…feeling its shape…hearing its voice…knowing its essence and then act: welcoming the manifest of live.

"Redivivus!(iii)" Draco roared.

He looked at her with wide opened eyes, waiting for her to wake up. But Luna lay motionless; her fragile body was all bruised and covered in blood.

Unfortunately, the path which leads to the abyss is paved of good intentions. How many times when one is trying to do goods, one accomplishes evil? Draco's intentions were good, but what if his actions were mistaken? He firmly believed that he was doing the right thing.

"Where did I go wrong? What have I done?" He was entering into panic: it looked like a macabre murderer scene. He couldn't stand anymore the colour of blood. He performed a cleansing spell as exhaustion began to creep over him and he passed out.

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A pair of curious pearl grey eyes gleamed out of the sockets with unmistakable humanity looking at the naked body lying on the bed, facing down, sound asleep. The stalking lover, who was also naked, rushed the fingertips through the soft skin of the sleepy figure, making slow circles around the shoulders and back of the neck, blowing softly the blond curls behind the ears. The fingers moved faster, coming down up to the waist followed by those smooth wet lips kissing the naked skin. What a feast to those eager eyes, studying every inch of the curve and concave parts of that gorgeous being.

"Wake up, sleepyhead". Whispered softly, wrapping in nakedness that sleeping body.

A pair of slightly sore amethyst blue eyes, blinked timidly looking puzzled at the naked silhouette who was sharing the bed with.

"Luna?" Draco was slowly coming back to his senses, his eyes hurt a bit.

"I'm right here. I've been watching you sleeping, you looked so…innocent". She hissed.

"How are you feeling?" He was seeing blurred, he rubbed his eyes.

"Like a newborn child". She curled her lips with a candid smile.

"Luna, do you remember what happened last nigh?" His amethyst blue eyes burned with guilt.

"I recall you were dressed in….muggle clothes?! No, I've must been hallucinating…" She frowned. "I've got a dark pitch inside my head…" She paused, trying hard to remember.

"Mental note: there's no need for a memory charm, at least not for now". He let go a sigh, feeling somewhat relieved.

"Draco, are you all right?" She ducked her head looking worried.

"Tell me…what do you feel for me?" He took sit on the bed and leaned closer, wanting to take a proper look at her reaction.

"What kind of question is that? You know that I love you with all my heart, silly!" Her moist lips kissed him fully in the mouth.

His vision came into focus and we couldn't believe what he was seeing. Luna's eyes were glittering pearl grey.

"Sweetheart…something in your…eyes… wasn't supposed to happen, that was not part of the rite. I was supposed to transfer you the powers…but…I've happened to transferred part of my bio-energy in the process as well". He chocked, feeling shocked and surprised at the same time.

"Draco…and yours….are…." She paused, biting her lip, looking straight into his eyes.

"Luna, now when I look at you, I literally see a piece of me. This is…amazing!" He smirked, kissing her pearl grey eyed snake wedding ring.

"Therefore every time you take a look at yourself, you'll see a part of me…" Luna shot back, twisting with her fingertips the amethyst blue eyed serpent ring on his hand.

"What?!" He turned round, looking for something that reflected his image. He found a silver tray by the night stand. "It cleans up my looks a bit…don't you think?" He posed in front of her with a mocking face.

"I think that this is not a black and white world, there are no absolutes. I say that the colours must swirl to finally appreciate the beauty of grey". She smiled, blushing a bit.

"Sweetheart, you knew that I would have done anything to heal you and have you back in my arms, right?" He shrugged, looking helpless.

"My love, you gave me the ultimate gift: a second chance". She shook her head and took his hand placing it against her chest. 'this is my heart, beating for you…beating thanks to you". She smiled as her pearl grey eyes looked at him with amazement.

He opened wide his eyes, studying her carefully while performing a mirroring charm, when that wasn't enough for him to make sure of her improved condition. His hands and eyes made a complete scan of her unmarked smooth silk skin: there wasn't a single sign of harm on her body, as if the massacre of the past night had never happened.

"Why are you acting as if you've never saw me naked before, what is it with you?" Her pink cheeks redden with shyness, she covered herself behind the sheets.

"Princess, I was just making sure you were okay, besides I can never get enough of you and that beautiful body of yours. I simply adore looking at it, touching it, always wanting more…" He swallowed, his heart was beating faster.

Draco got under the sheets and rolled her over on top of him, wrapping Luna in his loving arms, melting her body with his as the embrace got tighter.

THE END (?)

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A/N:

(i)Eris quod sum (Latin) - You will be what I am.

(ii)Esto perpetua (Latin) - Let it be forever

(iii)Redivivus! (Latin) - Come back to life!

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UPDATE:

A sequel is on the making because...well... no good deed goes unpunished.

Draco would have to face up the consequences of his actions and pay a very high price for his happiness. :morbid smirk: