All Within, part 3
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scripsiTitle: All Within
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J. K. Rowling.
Rating: PG13
Category: Angst
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Luna Lovegood
Summary: He had forgotten about the girl in the cellar. Lucius Malfoy is given a price, but Luna Lovegood is not an ordinary girl and perhaps Lucius isn't quite who he was either. Not exactly a romance. An AU-fic taking place after Deathly Hallows.
There has been a long break, so I hope you don’t mind that the chapter is short and will enjoy it anyway. For the purpose of this fix I have made Luna a pureblood, but as far as I know it is never stated in the books if she really is that.
After leaving Luna’s room, Lucius roomed his hallways in an effort to walk off his bad mood. He walked quickly, still steaming over her insolence when he was hit by a sudden revelation. There was a perfectly good reason behind Luna’s behavior and he ought to have realized it sooner. His prisoner was, after all, a pure blooded witch and naturally she would not succumb despair or spending her time with futile attempts of escape as someone of less noble blood would. Take for instant that tiresome mudblood Granger- Lucius could easily imagine her screeching and trashing and taking every possibly moment to be subversive and being a nuisance and all in vain. Not like Luna. She had a dignity that clearly showed her superior heritage and had accepted her fate with poise and faith without losing trace of her loyalties. It was misplaced loyalties, true, but it still pointed toward a character of class.
After this uplifting insight, Lucius found himself in a much better mood than he had been in for a long time, but with the servant problem still intact. The half-formed thought of using Luna for menial tasks was discarded without trace. Without being really conscious about it, Luna, in Lucius mind, became transformed from a convenient body to a lady that was entitled to certain privileges. That she could keep the room she had created for herself was not even a question. His mother had always had a private living room and so had his wife- of course Luna should have one as well, it was only proper-
The servant question still needed solving though. If he had still had his house elf, then this would not have been a problem at all and a thousand curses on Potter for robbing him of that piece of valuable property. Picking someone from those who fawned for the Death Eaters in hope of being elevated into their ranks, well, that it would be easy enough. It would not do, though, it would not do at all. One peek into Luna’s room and tongues would wag. Lucius himself may well understand originality as something the upper ranks of society could indulge in, but he was not so sure that anyone else would be so understanding. Besides, the girl needed some kind of companion too. Lucius knew full well that it was ridiculous to keep his grand house practically empty, it was a house that demanded a full staff, but he still couldn’t bring himself to open it up again. The few rooms he and Luna occupied didn’t need more than one attendant and if he could find someone who could take care of Luna too, then one servant was all he needed.
Lucius continued to pace his house while mulling his problem over and over. Eventually he found a solution that to his mind saved all his problems. It needed some planning, though, before he could spring it into action and in the meantime he should continue to keep to his old standards as well as he could. He went back to Luna’s living room and found her still reading her book in the sofa. She looked up when he entered and put the book aside to hear what he had to say this time. Lucius found it pleasing that she seemed so unruffled despite his behavior earlier and added that to his mental list of proofs that his ideas about her character were right.
“You will eat dinner with me tonight. In the dining room, seven o’clock and don’t be tardy.”
He didn’t wait to hear her not answering. She would come and he rather thought she would arrive punctually. As it turned out she did, and when she entered the room, she managed to surprise Lucius for the second time that day.
Though he himself had dressed for dinner, Lucius had not asked Luna to do it, but she must have had a notion that it was to be done anyway. In her forays through the house to find things for her living room, she must have come across the storage for the robes that once had belonged to the Malfoy witches. She was dressed in a velvet robe in a pale blue green colour and Lucius recalled that a great-grandmother, several generations back, had been painted in it. The robe must have been made with an excellent fitting spell attached, as it looked as if it had been made especially for Luna and the colour, reminiscence of the sea, made her look like a mermaid. She had no jewelry and indeed she did not need it, but the yellow rose now adorned her hair. With the robes outdated fashion it ought to made the girl look like she was on her way to an masquerade, but she wore it so unconsciously that she looked perfectly natural and astonishingly beautiful.
Though he acknowledged to himself that Luna looked very lovely, Lucius kept that to himself and merely held out a chair for her to be seated. Her presence, even if he had ordered it himself, had given him the unexpected dilemma of dinner conversation. What did one talk about with a strange girl who didn’t speak to you? Still, something must be said and Lucius latched on to the drawings he had seen in the morning. He did know some things about art and during Narcissa and his honeymoon they had traveled in Italy and France and he had had the opportunity to study some of the great artworks that the most famous renaissance wizards had created, So Lucius talked about that and to his surprise he found that Luna was a very good listener. Though she maintained her silence, it was clear that she found the subject interesting and he found himself expanding and talking more than he had in a long time.
Only after the meal had all but ended did he realize that he had left the subject of old painting and sculptures and instead was telling Luna about Narcissa. He had spoken on what his wife had thought about their travels, what she had found delight in and then of the delight he had found in her. How beautiful he had thought Narcissa was and how perfect she had been for him. At that point he came to his senses and stopped abruptly. He told Luna to go to bed and proceeded, despite his morning’s decision to regain his standards, to drink himself into oblivion. For a little while his wife had felt alive and near him when he talked about her and now the emptiness came crushing down once more. He couldn’t have that; he simply could not have that. He would need to watch himself more carefully in the future and not let Luna’s clear eyes draw out of him what he much rather kept inside.
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J. K. Rowling.
Rating: PG13
Category: Angst
Pairing: Lucius Malfoy/Luna Lovegood
Summary: He had forgotten about the girl in the cellar. Lucius Malfoy is given a price, but Luna Lovegood is not an ordinary girl and perhaps Lucius isn't quite who he was either. Not exactly a romance. An AU-fic taking place after Deathly Hallows.
There has been a long break, so I hope you don’t mind that the chapter is short and will enjoy it anyway. For the purpose of this fix I have made Luna a pureblood, but as far as I know it is never stated in the books if she really is that.
After leaving Luna’s room, Lucius roomed his hallways in an effort to walk off his bad mood. He walked quickly, still steaming over her insolence when he was hit by a sudden revelation. There was a perfectly good reason behind Luna’s behavior and he ought to have realized it sooner. His prisoner was, after all, a pure blooded witch and naturally she would not succumb despair or spending her time with futile attempts of escape as someone of less noble blood would. Take for instant that tiresome mudblood Granger- Lucius could easily imagine her screeching and trashing and taking every possibly moment to be subversive and being a nuisance and all in vain. Not like Luna. She had a dignity that clearly showed her superior heritage and had accepted her fate with poise and faith without losing trace of her loyalties. It was misplaced loyalties, true, but it still pointed toward a character of class.
After this uplifting insight, Lucius found himself in a much better mood than he had been in for a long time, but with the servant problem still intact. The half-formed thought of using Luna for menial tasks was discarded without trace. Without being really conscious about it, Luna, in Lucius mind, became transformed from a convenient body to a lady that was entitled to certain privileges. That she could keep the room she had created for herself was not even a question. His mother had always had a private living room and so had his wife- of course Luna should have one as well, it was only proper-
The servant question still needed solving though. If he had still had his house elf, then this would not have been a problem at all and a thousand curses on Potter for robbing him of that piece of valuable property. Picking someone from those who fawned for the Death Eaters in hope of being elevated into their ranks, well, that it would be easy enough. It would not do, though, it would not do at all. One peek into Luna’s room and tongues would wag. Lucius himself may well understand originality as something the upper ranks of society could indulge in, but he was not so sure that anyone else would be so understanding. Besides, the girl needed some kind of companion too. Lucius knew full well that it was ridiculous to keep his grand house practically empty, it was a house that demanded a full staff, but he still couldn’t bring himself to open it up again. The few rooms he and Luna occupied didn’t need more than one attendant and if he could find someone who could take care of Luna too, then one servant was all he needed.
Lucius continued to pace his house while mulling his problem over and over. Eventually he found a solution that to his mind saved all his problems. It needed some planning, though, before he could spring it into action and in the meantime he should continue to keep to his old standards as well as he could. He went back to Luna’s living room and found her still reading her book in the sofa. She looked up when he entered and put the book aside to hear what he had to say this time. Lucius found it pleasing that she seemed so unruffled despite his behavior earlier and added that to his mental list of proofs that his ideas about her character were right.
“You will eat dinner with me tonight. In the dining room, seven o’clock and don’t be tardy.”
He didn’t wait to hear her not answering. She would come and he rather thought she would arrive punctually. As it turned out she did, and when she entered the room, she managed to surprise Lucius for the second time that day.
Though he himself had dressed for dinner, Lucius had not asked Luna to do it, but she must have had a notion that it was to be done anyway. In her forays through the house to find things for her living room, she must have come across the storage for the robes that once had belonged to the Malfoy witches. She was dressed in a velvet robe in a pale blue green colour and Lucius recalled that a great-grandmother, several generations back, had been painted in it. The robe must have been made with an excellent fitting spell attached, as it looked as if it had been made especially for Luna and the colour, reminiscence of the sea, made her look like a mermaid. She had no jewelry and indeed she did not need it, but the yellow rose now adorned her hair. With the robes outdated fashion it ought to made the girl look like she was on her way to an masquerade, but she wore it so unconsciously that she looked perfectly natural and astonishingly beautiful.
Though he acknowledged to himself that Luna looked very lovely, Lucius kept that to himself and merely held out a chair for her to be seated. Her presence, even if he had ordered it himself, had given him the unexpected dilemma of dinner conversation. What did one talk about with a strange girl who didn’t speak to you? Still, something must be said and Lucius latched on to the drawings he had seen in the morning. He did know some things about art and during Narcissa and his honeymoon they had traveled in Italy and France and he had had the opportunity to study some of the great artworks that the most famous renaissance wizards had created, So Lucius talked about that and to his surprise he found that Luna was a very good listener. Though she maintained her silence, it was clear that she found the subject interesting and he found himself expanding and talking more than he had in a long time.
Only after the meal had all but ended did he realize that he had left the subject of old painting and sculptures and instead was telling Luna about Narcissa. He had spoken on what his wife had thought about their travels, what she had found delight in and then of the delight he had found in her. How beautiful he had thought Narcissa was and how perfect she had been for him. At that point he came to his senses and stopped abruptly. He told Luna to go to bed and proceeded, despite his morning’s decision to regain his standards, to drink himself into oblivion. For a little while his wife had felt alive and near him when he talked about her and now the emptiness came crushing down once more. He couldn’t have that; he simply could not have that. He would need to watch himself more carefully in the future and not let Luna’s clear eyes draw out of him what he much rather kept inside.
