But that's just how the story unfolds
You get another hand soon after you fold
And when your plans unravel in the sand
What would you wish for if you had one chance?
So airplane, airplane, sorry I'm late
I'm on my way so don't close that gate
If I don't make that then I'll switch my flight
And I'll be right back at it by the end of the night

Draco didn't know what was happening at first. One minute Luna was looking into his eyes, now she was kissing him and... He was kissing her back.

She let out a muffled gasp as he slid his tongue into her mouth, and pushed her back so she was laying on the floor. He covered her with his body, while deepening the kiss. Her hands went into his hair, and his hand went up her skirt, shoving aside her underwear, then rubbing and pressing down on her sensitive clit, which was already wet. Then... She moaned...

As if waking up from a trance, Draco pulled away and stood up looking down at Luna's flushed face. She stood up and raised a hand to his face, he instantly backed away to the stairs. She brought her hand back to her side and looked away. Draco thought he saw hurt and pain in her eyes.

"Draco, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to..." Before she could finish, he was already gone.

Luna sighed and laid back down on the cold hard floor. She felt herself start to grow warm. Her heart pounded, and she felt a burning sensation in her stomach, a long with a throbbing between her legs, both of which actually felt nice, but she didn't quite understand it or what it was suppose to mean.

She didn't know why she kissed Draco, it was her first kiss, and she never considered Draco to be her first kiss.

Luna shifted and she felt the wet, stickiness between her legs. Draco was rubbing her between her legs. She started to wonder if that's what made her wet.

Carefully, she reached under her skirt, moved her underwear aside, then started rubbing and pressing down on that spot, like Draco did. Luna noticed she was getting wetter and wetter and whatever she was doing felt so good. She felt a tightening in her stomach and she bit her bottom lip, throwing her head back in pure pleasure. Breathing hard, she took her hand away, feeling the warm, sticky fluid on her fingers. She whimpered. She didn't know what was happening to her, all she knew was, all this scared her, all these intense sensations were new to her, and they scared her...

Draco sat in the dark, shaking at the long dinner table, a glass of cold water in his hand. He wiped the sweat off his forehead before running his fingers through his hair, and remembering what happened in the basement.

He kissed Luna Lovegood... Actually... She kissed him first, and he kissed her back. After that, he lost it, he laid her on the floor, and touched her. When she moaned, he had to leave. His arousal was high, and it felt like he was going to explode if she moaned any louder.

Damnit! Draco felt a throbbing between his legs and when he looked down he was hard. What now?

"Draco?"

Shit. He looked up and saw his mother. "Good morning," he said trying to sound casual.

"Why are you out here at this time of night?"

"I-I couldn't sleep," Draco said trying to adjust himself. "You?"

Narcissa sighed and walked over to the table. She sat down next to him with her hands in her lap. "Same... I couldn't sleep..."

"Father came home."

"I know..." Her voice shook and she looked away to hide her tears. Lucius came home and nothing was said. Narcissa missed the passion they had for each other, and wonderful nights they spent together. Not only did her body miss him, her heart did too. Unlike all the other wives, she loved her husband, and was ridiculed by the other wives and Bellatrix for loving Lucius so much.

Sensing the pain in her voice, Draco wanted to hold her, but due to a "special" circumstance, decided to just change the subject. "I talked to Lovegood."

Narcissa smiled brightly at him. "Really? How is she doing? Is she all right?"

"She's fine and... Happy, even though she just been tortured by Bellatrix in the afternoon."

Her eyes widen. "Poor girl! She must've been terrified!"

"She's all right now," Draco reassured. "Bellatrix wanted me to torture her... I told her I could... I just told her no..."

Narcissa smiled and cupped his cheek. "Sweet boy. I'll check on her later."

After a moments silence Draco asked, "How's father?"

Narcissa jumped at the mention of her husband. "Oh... He's..." Her voice started to shake. "He's going to be leaving us... Again." She bit her bottom lip. "But... Longer, I'm afraid."

"How long?"

"He's says, just two weeks, only two weeks..."

Draco frowned. Now he would have to listen to his mother crying for two weeks. She already can't handle a full day without his father. He would have to listen to Bellatrix, and listen to the Death Eaters try to hit on his mother. It's like his father is oblivious to what goes on his house when he's not home!

As if reading his thoughts, Narcissa placed a hand on his knee, causing Draco to flinch due to his arousal, that he was trying to hide from his mother. He was thankful it was dark, and she couldn't see it. The last thing he wanted from his mother was a sex ed lesson.

"You're father knows what's going on in his house... He's..." She thought of the men flirting with her and touching her... "Disgusted, but he can't do anything about it." She wished, though. She wished she could throw all these Death Eaters and Bellatrix out've her house.

"He may not be able to do anything, but I can," Draco declared proudly. "I inherit the house. It's mine too! It's yours also!"

"I can't do anything right now, Draco... When your father is gone, Draco, please don't try anything. I would never be able to forgive myself if anything happened to you."

Draco sighed. "All right. I won't do anything."

"Promise me, Draco."

"I promise I won't do anything... Yet..."

Narcissa turned to him. "Draco."

"I'm serious. I don't like those... Men hitting on you when you're already married and already have a son. It's wrong and disrespectful to me and father."

Narcissa smiled lovingly and leaned into him lightly kissing his forehead, and pressing down a little harder on his knee. Without thinking, Draco on purposely knocked the glass of water onto his lap, and quickly stood up, no longer hard.

"Sorry, mother. I'm a little clumsy." He walked to the stairs and looked back at her as he went up. "I'm going to clean up and go to bed." As he ran up, Draco bumped into something... Someone to be exact...

"Draco, what are you still doing up?"

Draco looked up at his father who was dressed in his black robes, in his hand was his cane. "I was feeding the hostages and I was talking to mother afterwards."

His father grinned. "Feeding the hostages? Miss. Lovegood, I believe?"

"Yes."

"What exactly were you feeding her?" His grin turned into a small smirk.

Lie, Draco thought. "Bread."

Lucius's smirk widen. "Are you sure that was the only thing you were feeding her?" He looked down.

Draco looked down and frowned. Great. Right in front of his father. He was hard again. Draco looked up at his father. "I can explain."

His father held up a hand cutting him off. "No need. I don't have time. As you know, Draco, I'll be gone for two weeks. You're in charge of the house no matter what anyone says. I made sure of it... Take care of it... And your little 'problem.' Good bye." His father gave Draco the cane and started walking down the stairs, then he stopped. "Oh, and Draco..."

"Yes, father."

"Your mother... Take care of her while I'm gone... Protect her from these so called men. I will not stand for these men touching and offending my wife in my own house when I'm not home. And I'm sure you can no longer stand it... You have my full permission to do whatever it takes to defend your mother and I'll take full responsibility for whatever you decide to do."

Draco felt relieved. "Yes, father. I'll do whatever it takes."

"Good. Your mother is downstairs, I believe?"

"Yes."

"I'll say good bye to her then I'll be off... Good luck, Draco."

"Thanks." Draco looked down. He had to take care of his problem, and a cold shower wasn't going to do any good. He ran up the stairs to his room, slamming the door behind his as he walked in...

Narcissa stood up from the table and walked to the the basement door. Deep down she hoped Luna was all right.

"Narcissa."

She jumped when she heard someone call her name.

"Narcissa."

It was Lucius. She walked to the bottom of the stairs where Lucius was. In an instant, Narcissa tearfully threw her arms around him, burying her face into his neck. Lucius hugged her waist.

"I love you, Narcissa. I'll comeback soon."

"I love you too, Lucius. I just don't like it when you leave. I'm lonely..."

He gave her a soft kiss. "You have Draco. He'll take care of you when I'm gone." He gave her one final kiss before walking to the door. "Good bye, love." With that, the door slammed and he was gone.

Narcissa stood by the stairs wiping away her tears. Lucius was gone, but Draco was still here. She felt hopeful that he would protect her. Then a smile formed on her face. Luna was here too.

Narcissa rushed to the basement and opened the door, quietly walking down the steps. She took out her wand and lit a small lap in the corner. Under the light, she saw Luna laying on the floor but not asleep. As she got closer, she noticed the girl looked hot and uncomfortable and also nervous and clearly shaken. Narcissa frowned. Draco might've done something to her. She sat down beside her.

"Hi, Luna. How are you feeling?"

Luna sat up and smiled. "Hello, Mrs. Malfoy," she said happily. "I'm great! Draco came down to talk to me."

"What did you talk about?"

"Feelings," Luna said. "How we felt about the war, each other, and our lives... Draco isn't bad like he says he is. He's not a monster. That much was proven when..." She started to blush... "When we... Kissed." She looked at Narcissa and saw the small smile on her face.

"Did you like it?"

"Huh?"

"The kiss," Narcissa persisted. "You said, you two kissed. Did you like the kiss?"

Luna felt herself grow warm at the memory of her kiss with Draco. "Yes. I liked it. It was my first kiss and I liked it, but... When Draco started to touch me, I was scared..."

"Where did he touch you?"

Luna moved her hand lower indicating where Draco touched her. She saw Narcissa blush but smile.

"I see," Narcissa said smiling warmly. Just like his father.

Luna started to blush. "I like it. He kept rubbing me there and it felt nice, then he left..."

Narcissa frowned. Correction. Now he's like his father.

"And then when I touched myself there it felt good too. I kept doing it then I felt a burning and tightening in my stomach and... That was it... Afterwards I was wet and sticky. I still am now. Mrs. Malfoy, do you know what it means? I don't understand it. Is it suppose to be a good thing?"

Narcissa smiled reassuringly. Luna lived with her father all her life, and her mother died when she was real young. No one was there to explain sex to her, and how her body works now that she's a teenager.

"What you experienced with Draco is a normal thing. As for touching yourself, it's perfectly natural for girls your age. Boys do it to, you know."

"This is the first time I ever..." Her voice trailed off.

"I know," Narcissa said placing a hand on her knee.

Luna sighed. "It felt nice, but I'm sticky."

Narcissa smiled and took out her, then did a quick cleansing spell. Luna let out a sigh of relief.

"Better?"

"Yes. Thank you... I wish Draco didn't have to leave so soon... He was great to talk to... The only one who really does listen to me..." She sighed sadly.

Narcissa smiled reassuringly. "I'll tell him to come visit you more often. I can imagine, it gets pretty lonely down here."

Luna smiled. "Thank you, Mrs. Malfoy."

"You're very welcome, Luna."

There was a loud chime making both of them jump. Narcissa looked at the small window which was letting in some light. Morning already? She stood up.

"Well I better get breakfast started... Would you like to come Luna?"

Luna reluctantly stood up. "Wouldn't Bellatrix be there?"

"Don't worry about her. As long as I'm here, she won't lay a hand on you." Realizing she needed more convincing, Narcissa continued, "You could help me with the cooking."

Luna grabbed her hand and started dragging her to the stairs. "Let's go, then!"

Narcissa continued to smiled as she let Luna drag her up the stairs. Perfect for Draco, she thought happily and relieved. He needs her just as much as she needs him...