Order Beneath the Façade of Chaos

A/N: Sorry for the delay. Half of it was writer's block and the other half is because of deadlines due for my BFA program. My creativity only goes so far. I wanted to end this story with a bang so to speak. Either way here is the conclusion; it is graphic. You've been warned.

Chapter 5:

Peeves floated into Alecto's quarters with the tips of his toes sliding along the stone floor. His hands clasped over his heart and a dramatic smile spread wide on his face. Such pink delights he had in store for the Sow of Slytherin. When he stopped in the middle of the room he landed in a poorly formed fourth ballet position. Then he bent his legs in a sloppy deep plié, sprung up, and did an enthusiastic pirouette. When he returned to a shaky fourth position he belted out in a shrill tenor.

"Alouette, gentille alouette," he placed a hard t at the end of alouette. Peeves loped like a drunken gazelle to the desk and spread out a small tan suede mat onto the table top while he continued to sing, "alouette je te plumerai." Peeves reached into his back pocket and pulled out a heretic's fork and while he adjusted the leather strap so it would be able to maximize contact between sternum and neck he cheerfully sang, "Alouette, gentille alouette. Alouette je te plumerai." He placed the iron lovingly onto the soft mat. From inside his garishly incandescent green jacket he pulled out a tongue ripper all the while chirping, "je te plumerai la tete." At tete he set the ripper gently next to the heretic's fork. "Je te plumerai la tete," he sang and positioned the ripper so it would line up perfectly next to its partner. "Et la tete," he sang as he dramatically pulled out a lead sprinkler from one breast pocket. "Et la tete," he pulled out the pear from the other breast pocket. Holding them in each hand in front of him his smile full of glee. "Alouette," he set the pear next to the tongue ripper. "Alouette," the lead sprinkler was laid next to the pear. "Ohhhhh," a loud booming sound that rattled the castle walls, ancient mortar fell around Peeves like snow. Grabbing the desk involuntarily to steady his balance.

Peeves felt an increase in the chaotic magic surge through the ether around him. Closing his eyes he absorbed the heady thickly rich power into his very core. Breathing deep as it floated through his head leaving an intoxicating aura. When he opened his usually green eyes they now glowed a bright yellow. Only one thing could cause such a feeling.

"War," his voice husky from sudden buzz of chaos. Letting out an excited giggle he charged out the door.

The closer and closer Peeves got to the Great Hall wave after wave of havoc wafted off the walls and students running around him. Every so often he needed to stop and steady himself but even the castle walls vibrated under his touch. It was becoming a high he couldn't control. Peeves knew very soon he wouldn't be able to keep his corporal form. The colors and objects began to marble and swirl around him.

Only when a glowing hare and a flash of long blond hair off in his periphery did resolve slice through hazy turmoil taking root inside Peeves, he shook his head in an attempt to clear it his eyes backtracked the path of the hare to its source. He saw Luna brandishing her wand with the grace that betrayed her youth. Stray hairs floated around her face in a halo that glowed as brightly as the golden sparks that flew from the tip of her wand as she dueled with one of Fenrir's misbegotten lackeys. When Peeves saw the tell tale green flash erupt from the end of the half breed would-be's wand he suddenly found himself between the killing curse pressing Luna against the stone wall out of harms way.

Luna's eyes lit up when she saw who had accosted her. With the her arm wand pinned to the wall by Peeves grasping her wrist she pushed her arm up between them with some effort to wrap her arm around his neck and pull him down into a kiss. The life and passion vibrated through Luna and against Peeves lips. Again he was overcome with a wave chaotic energy from the war raging around them and now was taken drenched in adolescent lust coming off of Luna. He felt his corporal form fade at the power of these emotions. Peeves' consciousness expanded till he was sensitively aware of the entire room around him. From behind the couple Peeves became aware again of the Death eater that shot the killing curse rearing up and Peeves knew from the wand motion that a forcefully cast Incendio was headed their way. Without breaking away from her lips Peeves wrapped his free hand around her waist and lunged to the right into an alcove previously occupied by one of the suits of armor. Peeves heard as muffled meep come from Luna as he once again pressed her into the stonewall of the castle. He succeeded in shielding her from flying hot bits of stone that were blasted from the wall where they previously stood. Peeves stoically took the shrapnel that hit his back clawing his nails into the wall under the pain that shot through him. Such pain and distress that he felt soon was absorbed as part of the intoxicating high of war.

Luna began to sob into the front of Peeves shirt and he pulled himself together enough to be present in the situation. Even though he hadn't been able to feed on this level of chaos since the second Great War he needed to pull it together be able to help and save this girl next to him. He looked down at her and rubbed his thumbs under her eyes swiping her tears away. Luna looked up at him and gave him a weak smile.

"I've really missed you," she whispered her voice thick with emotion. Peeves look over his shoulder to make sure that they weren't in immediate danger. Then he kissed her again. Peeves found Luna warm and quite willing; he smiled in delighted anticipation when she shivered in his arms as he ran his fingertips up her arms and entangled his finger in her hair. Luna opened her mouth welcoming his tongue in and once again Peeves felt the particular part of his body betray him as he involuntarily pressed his hips toward Luna. He groaned in disappointment as she pulled away from him.

"War," she whispered.

"I know," he bent down to kiss her again but she pulled back. He stepped back looking up while ran his hand through is hair pulling together what mental faculties he had. Peeves then looked to Luna for their next move.

"Oh, smolder," she said and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before grabbing his hand and dragging him back onto the fray.

Around them explosions from stray curses blasted chunks of the walls all while they weaved through flying bits of debris and dueling wizards. Luna seemed to know where she was headed and Peeves grasped her hand for the first time in his long existence he started to feel the thin fingers of fear close around him. Peeves recognized that they were in one of the upper levels headed to the main stairs that lead toward the Great Hall.

Peeve sensed the explosion before it happened. He yanked Luna back toward him and pulled her into a tight embrace just before the wall next to completely blew out. The explosion weakened the staircase above them. Peeves barely had long enough to shove Luna into an empty classroom before the whole thing came tumbling down on top of them.

When the shaking finally stopped Peeves and Luna were head to toe covered in white powdered debris. It reminded Peeves of the weekend he spent in Pompeii. Luna coughed as she got up off the floor, upsetting some of the dust. It floated around her in a cloud. Peeves shook his head quickly just before he went to the doorway to find that it was half way blocked by rubble. He found that despite of the explosion the people in the general vicinity fought on. He dodged out of the way of a hex that blew a chip from the doorway.

Luna came up behind him staring off into the distance. When he noticed a couple of tears run down her face he followed her line of sight and saw a mass of read headed people crying over the still body of another red headed boy, Peeve immediately identified as Fred Weasley. The Weasley twins held a special place in Peeves heart in those two boys he never wanted for a decent meal of chaos. Simply put the boys were just plain fun.

The matters of wizards or muggles have never been much of Peeves concern. The Wizarding wars of yore and even this one, at their very core were nothing but a periphery irritation that would soon pass. When Luna disappeared the connection to a larger war wasn't made. Time slowed for Peeves as he looked from Luna back to Fred's body. People screamed, attacked, ran by, fell. Luna squeezed his arm and began to pull him toward the Great Hall, breaking him from his reverie. The world became much too real.

As they ran down the hall and what was left of the stairs, Luna shot random hexes while Peeves used his power to sling debris at anyone in a Death eater mask. Passing by the gaping entrance doors black figures sped toward them from the distance. Peeves felt Luna shrink back from the dementors out of the corner of his eye he saw Potter and his friends. While dementors didn't affect him the way it did humans, the swirling black shapes and hooded faces the general aura of despair made him feel distinctly nauseous. Off to his right he saw and silver otter speed by followed by a terrier. Luna lifted her wand and Peeves felt joy well up in her as a hare burst forth from the end of her want. The dementors scattered and the night was once again still. The only emotions Peeves could feel was the stress coming from the beings in the castle.

By the time they made it back to the Great Hall Peeves notices that much of attack had died out. People were starting to bring the dead and wounded into the Hall. Luna loped off to help Madam Pomfrey set up triage. Peeves looked around dumbstruck at the carnage these mortals inflicted on each other. He'd spent the most tumultuous moments in history as an ethereal being never having to walk through the battlefields or disaster areas. He would simply float feeling the euphoria that such events brought.

Now these children, all of the people in the hall had originally come through these doors as children, lay in stages of shock, injured, or dying. Peeves grabbed the legs of a man he remembered hyperventilated when he was sorted into Ravenclaw. Now he was missing his right arm below the elbow. Luna brushed passed Peeves as she went to check on the man's pulse when he was laid on a pallet in the makeshift triage.

When Voldemort's voice echoed through the hall. The words didn't even register with Peeves. He started to make his way next Luna and wrap his arms around her while she entwined her small arms around his waist. Resting his chin on the top of her head, Peeves closed his eyes trying to block out the world. This was really killing his buzz. Planting a kiss on her head Peeves let her go and started to walk out of Great Hall.

He didn't want to feel this.

He didn't want to be here.

He didn't want to care.

Peeves got as far as what was left of the main entrance. The doors were completely gone. He walked out the front and saw the lines of the opposition retreating back into the Forbidden Forrest. Peeves ran his hand over one of the pillars in the courtyard feeling it crumble under his hand. He looked back at the castle the place he had called home since the founders. He felt his chest clench at the sight of fallen spires and decimated walls. The ruins, much like what the muggles have seen for generations, of the school. He looked at the hills and sky until the dark of night faded into the gray of dawn. Soon the able bodied were making their way from the castle. Slowly in the early morning light people began to survey the damage, looking for bodies, or wounded. Peeves felt Luna's hand on the small of his back and was reminded of why he stayed when instead he could have spent the remainder of this skirmish in relative comfort as he had all other wars.

Turning toward Luna, Peeves wrapped his arms around her. For once there was something outside of his pleasure that meant more. He was about to kiss her when he saw the edge of the forest move. The death eater droves emerged forming one large mass that was headed back to the castle. Peeves wanted to save Luna, beg her to leave with him, but he knew that would never happen. The girl was too loyal too good to ever abandon her friends and family to their fate. No she would die along side them and Peeves would be at her side trying his damnedest to keep her alive.

In front of the procession was Voldemort and behind him Hagrid. Hagrid was carrying the limp body of Harry Potter.

"Harry Potter is dead. He was killed as he ran away, trying to save himself while you lay down your lives for him. We bring you his body as proof your hero is gone." Voldemort's voice magically amplified drowned out any gasps of shock. Peeves felt Luna start to shake in arms. He held her tighter as he watched the scene unfold. "The battle is won. You have lost half of your fighters. My Death Eaters outnumber you, and the Boy Who Lived is finished. There must be no more war. Anyone who continues to resist, man woman, or child will be slaughtered, as will every member of their family. Come out of the castle now, kneel before me, and you shall be spared. Your parents and children, your brothers and sisters will live and be forgiven, and you will join me in the new world we shall build together." The procession encroached on the courtyard their lines spread out on the far side of the courtyard facing the entrance. A shrill horrible cry came from McGonagall. Never once in all the years Peeves knew the woman had he ever heard such a miserable desperate sound. Other shouts were heard from the crowd. "Silence," Voldemort's voice louder than them all followed by a flash of light and a bang as his hex forced them into submission. "It's over! Set him down, Hagrid, at my feet where he belongs." Peeves watched as the half giant brought forth the boy's body and laid him on the ground. "You see?" Voldemort began short quick paces like the half mad caged animals Peeves saw brought back from India and Africa. "Harry Potter is dead! Do you understand now, deluded one? He was nothing, ever, but a boy who relied on others to sacrifice themselves for him!"

"He beat you!" Peeves turned to see the youngest of the Weasley boys break away from the group and charge toward Voldemort. Behind him the voices of Hogwarts rose in defiance. A second bang that pushed Peeves and Luna back a few steps and had knocked others off balance, had silenced them all again.

"He was killed trying to sneak out of the castle ground." Peeves could feel Voldemort's smug gloating grin from where he stood. "Killed while trying to save himself…" The Longbottom boy charged toward Voldemort wielding his wand like a sword but before the boy could cast Voldemort had disarmed him and thrown to the ground. From Voldemort's side he could see Bellatrix doubled over with laughter as he cackles filled the air. Unable to watch the farce any more Peeves began to whisper to Luna.

"This is going to get ugly very soon," Peeves had bent down and felt his warm breath bounce off Luna's neck as he spoke. "When it does I will stay by your side but if it becomes clear that resistance will only result in your death..." Peeves was broken off by Neville shouting followed by a cheer from the remaining survivors of Hogwarts, when Peeves looked up again Neville was on fire.

Off in the distance Peeves heard distance war cries and the sounds of people moving en masse. The wave of righteous indignation hit Peeves before he could see fresh reinforcements swarm into the courtyard. He knew some of these people to be from the town but also the centaurs from the forest, many other people he didn't recognize. In the pandemonium the crowd was being forced back into the castle to escape the carnage the giants brought. Peeves felt Luna being swept away from him and carried off in the crowd. When Peeves tried to fly he found that he couldn't nor could he remove himself from his solid form. The chaos was too much and he knew he that the overload of power had essentially rendered his control over his magic useless. Peeves went with the crowd but when he grabbed the first Death Eater he saw he found that he was still strong enough to lift him off his feet and toss him over the crowd.

The throng of people swept him into the Great Hall before dispersing into smaller dueling groups. Off on top of one of the tables he saw Luna along with Ginny and Granger dueling the psychotic Black woman. He ran toward Luna and as a hex that was aimed squarely for Luna's chest Peeve was able to throw himself between them taking the hex in the back. He was knocked into Luna knocking both of them into the nearest wall.

"Fucking witches," Peeves muttered as he pulled himself off Luna. Her eyes were open but she wasn't looking at anything. Fear shot through Peeves as he began to shake her. "Luna? Luna?" he started to scream her name and shake her more violently. Slowly her eyes began to focus and she groaned painfully under him.

"Peeves get off. You're heavy," Luna said her voice thick. Peeves laughed a relieved hearty laugh as he moved his weight off of her. Pulling her into a tight embrace. Peeves felt something wet at the back of the girl's head. When he inspected he saw that she had a large gash on her scalp. Peeves knew she was in no condition to be moved. Looking around them, Peeves saw that they weren't in immediate danger. Pulling the girl in his lap he held her tightly as he focused all his strength on shielding them from any stray spells.

The Weasley matriarch dispatched Bellatrix in quick order. There were shocked cheers that died out Voldemort's cries. Peeves saw Harry Potter in the middle of the hall. Peeves spied the clearest exit that was near them. This wouldn't end well.

"Put your arms around my neck," Peeves directed Luna. When she did as he asked he picked the girl up and began to head toward the exit along with several other of the wounded.

"Wait," Luna said her voice barely a whisper in his ear. Peeves stopped and set her down on her feet when she started to struggle. Leaning on him heavily she turned toward Harry and Voldemort in the middle of the hall just as golden sparks erupted in the between the two men. Everyone in the vicinity was hit by the shock wave created when the two spells collided. As soon as it was started it was over. Voldemort flew back by the rebounding of his own spell, dead at his own hand and Potter was victorious.

The deafening cheers and unrestrained joy hit Peeves much more powerful than the chaotic destruction of war. He found his abilities returned by being filled with a much more positive energy than stressed destruction and hate. Peeves settled his golden haired beauty on a bench so she could get her injuries treated. He went off and assisted, as he was needed. Soon the high from the bliss got the better of him and he found himself zooming through what was left of the castle looking for surviving paintings and other ghosts. It wasn't long before he started to sing.

After the excitement wore down and Peeves began to come off of his high, student were allowed to return to their dormitories as safety allowed. Peeves found himself floating toward the Ravenclaw tower. Large patches of the roof were blown off and he was able to gain entrance that way. He found many students of all ages in the common room looking up to the stars discussing their positions and creating charts. Peeves overheard bit of a heated debate about the astrological phenomenon and if it is what brought this war to a head. Peeves rolled his eyes as he floated toward the girl's rooms. There was no use trying to find rhyme or reason with people who were born to overthink.

It was in the first year rooms did Peeves find the trail of Luna's clothes leading to the bathroom. In the otherwise unoccupied room, he found a discarded blue towel on the floor next to the only bed with the curtains drawn. Peeking in between the curtains he found Luna asleep, her hair splayed out on the pillow next to her. He watched as her chest rose and fell slowly. It was when he moved a stray strand of hair out of her face did her eyes flutter open in his direction.

"There you are," she smiled at him. Flinging back her blankets, Peeves caught glimpse of her bare thigh. "Take off those dirty clothes and get in her with me." Peeves blinked a couple of times. He had never really taken off his clothes before. He wasn't even sure he could. He took off his green jacket and tossed it to the floor. Before it hit the ground it disappeared into vapor.

"O..ok," he stammered and continued to disrobe. Each article of clothing vaporized almost as soon as he let go of it. Soon he was standing before this golden goddess feeling incredibly vulnerable.

"Well, come on I'm cold," she giggled. Peeves obediently climbed into bed beside her. Drawing into himself he didn't dare cross the middle of the bed into what he then dubbed as 'her territory'. He lie stiffly next to her while Luna rolled on her side and looked at him puzzled. "Are you alright?"

"I've never… Not really…" Luna kissed him before he could finish. It had more fire and sophistication than their other kisses. Peeves moaned under her touch and press his body closer to hers. He ran his hand from her hip, his fingertips up her back, entangling his fingers in her hair pulling her closer.

Luna began to expertly explore his body. Not quite sure what to do with his hands, he went from running his fingers through her hair as she kissed down his neck, to eventually clenching the sheets and side of the bed as she made her way down his body. Not quite able to process all the stimulation that was happening to his body he moaned in frustration when he felt her lips leave the inside of his thighs as she looked up at him.

"Peeves?" she whispered.

"Yeah," he panted staring intently up at the ceiling.

"While I can't describe it any better, please tell me when you feel like you're going to explode," she said and continued to kiss his thighs. Peeves began to be a little scared, is that what happens to human men when they have sex? He knew that wasn't really the case as he had walked in on students at various stages of coitus during his time. He didn't remember seeing bloody bits of the male population on the walls. When Luna enveloped his erection with her mouth any fears or apprehensions dissolved. In very few minutes Peeves began to feel a tightening that started in his thighs and a tingling at the base of his skull as it started to travel down his back.

"Oh my god, what are you doing?" Peeves choked out as he sat up. Luna had stopped and looked up at him with an almost coy smile. He felt almost painful cramping in the parts that her attentive touches had been. She laid her head on his thigh and playfully stroked his other leg with her fingertips.

"Now remember that feeling and when you get close to that again tell me," she said. Luna sat up and laid back down next to him. Peeves didn't move for a moment still trying to process what was happening to him. "Come here," Luna pulled Peeves down next to her. They continued to kiss, touch, and talk for a few minutes until Luna was satisfied that Peeves had sufficiently calmed down. Before she continued her exploration of Peeves sexual boundaries, he got up the nerve to ask her a question.

"Have you done this a lot?" Peeves wondered if he asked the wrong question because of the strange look that she gave him. Just as he was ready to apologize worried that he had offended her, Luna burst out laughing. It was light and airy tinkling like a bell.

"Well, I guess a bit," Luna leaned back on her pillow. "I've never kept count truth be told." She smiled at Peeves. "My parents always told me that such actions should be freely shared with people that you especially like. I've had a few friends and I know enough to make them and myself feel very good." Peeves was more than satisfied with her answer, he knew enough to know that a lot of girls who when to the school felt ashamed afterwards. If it wasn't a problem for Luna it wouldn't be a problem for him. Luna cocked her head at him, "Are you alright?"

"Perfect." He leaned toward her kissing her softly. She let his hands roam over her body. After the first few moans from her Peeves realized that it was a good noise and he began to work to elicit such responses from her. He marveled at the pale smoothness of her body and rejoiced in the differences between his body and hers. Cupping her breasts in his hands he kissed between them gently kneading the pert tissue. Luna gasped and arched her back off the bed when he took one pink nipple in his mouth and sucked like she had done his.

Soon he found himself lying between her thighs her legs wrapped around him while she continued to pant and moan under the care he gave her breasts. He wanted to know every inch of the girl. Grasping her hips he slid down her body planting soft kisses down the side of her waist and was delighted to find that curve between her hips and stomach was especially ticklish. He laughed at her squirming and squealing giggles as he licked and blew softly over this spot. Peeves kissed down her thighs and ran his fingers under her knees. He felt her melt under him when he flicked his tongue against the underside of her knee. He kissed and licked back up the inside of her thighs, wondering is there was an equivalent of what she had done to him.

When he reached the top of her legs he was presented with a thatch of dark blond hair. Reaching up and gently touched the dark curls, he felt Luna shiver as one of his fingers travelled down her slit. Through a little exploration he found that she opened up very much like the bud of a flower. She had an almost sweet smell to her. He explored with his fingers, finding that he could slide a finger inside her. She was arm and tight around his finger. He moved around feeling that there were soft ridges that she seemed to like to have touched. Luna continued to writhe on the bed and he watched her reactions carefully.

"Two..." Luna moaned. Peeves was more than happy to comply. "Like scissors…" It took a moment but Peeves began to move his fingers in the way that she indicated. Her movements became more erratic. She directed him to a small nub above where his fingers disappeared; he blew lightly on it before taking it in his mouth. Luna soon began bucking and screaming almost unintelligibly. At first it frightened him and when he moves to stop, Luna almost screamed, "NO!" After the first wave passed it was shortly followed by a second, then a third, but after the fourth Luna pulled away from him and said, "please I need you. Now."

She pulled Peeves up to her and kissed him with a passion that took his breath away. Her hand traveled between them and she guided his erection to where his fingers previously occupied. The tightening returned almost immediately. Luna was there to hold him still in his place until the feeling subsided.

"Move up a little," Luna said directing Peeves higher on her till he felt part of his hipbone make contact with the part he had been previously kissing. "Now, move slowly." He took her directions and began to move. Soon he was encased in Luna, her smell filled his lungs, her half smiling dazed face was all he could see, her body so close that they were one, he could taste her tangy and bright when he licked his lips. He felt her tighten under him as the tingling returned and started to travel down his back. Luna began to say his name while she bit the side of his neck and drag her nails down his back. When the pain hit him he felt what he thought was a very intense shiver. Except it was incredibly amplified he felt like he was expelling part of the core of his soul out of his penis into Luna. As soon as it started it was over and all of the nerves in his body became sensitive. He slowed and eventually stopped. He moved to lie beside her and Luna didn't let him go far. She covered him with soft kisses as she slowly fell back into a deep sleep. The last thing she said was a very airy, "I love you." Peeves smiled and continued to hold her until the dawn.