All Within, part 5
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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.
Life went on for a while in something that certainly wasn't normality or happiness, but what could perhaps be called bearable. Luna continued to explore the old wardrobes in Malfoy Manor and Lucius found a small and very secret delight in looking forward to what kind of outdated fashions she would wear next dinnertime. She also started to redecorate their bedroom in the same quirky style as she had already done her living room. It wasn't to Lucius taste, not really, but he let her be. Without question the room started to feel much nicer than the impersonal guest room it had been before. He decided that as long as she kept to the private rooms of the house, she could do what she liked. For the moment being it didn't matter, even if he had started to wonder a bit about the future.
There was a question that loomed larger and larger; What on earth was he going to do with Luna and for that matter also Molly, in the end? One day the war would be over and when Potter was dead, life would get back to normal. He didn't need, for all practical purposes, a mute girl flittering around his house in peculiar clothes. He didn't need a hostile housekeeper that would probably turn on him if she got the slightest chance. He needed a woman who could be the same elegant social hostess as his wife had been. He needed a well trained staff to keep his house in splendour. He had a place in society that put demands on him and eventually he would have to stop isolate himself. He would have to open up his house and he needed to marry again. It dawned on him that it was a very peculiar order the Dark Lord had given him when he had been given Luna. Why had his master even bothered to issue such an order? Lucius was a Malfoy after all and suitable brides would never be lacking for a man of his position and name. There had been no need to foster this highly unsuitable girl upon him. Was it really such a well-thought idea? It was a dangerous thought and Lucius resolutely pushed it away- the Dark Lord's orders were not meant to be questioned.
But whatever reason there was behind it, Lucius knew he couldn't let Luna go now. How she had managed to do it, he couldn't understand, but her presence in his life was the only thing in it that gave him any comfort. Every moment of the day, from waking up in the morning to going to bed at night, he needed to fight his unwanted memories. Whatever he did, somewhere in his mind he always pushed back and the only time when he could stop was when he touched Luna. Feeling her body against his, inhaling her scent, only then could he forget himself for a while and after that he could sleep. The only other option was to drink himself into a stupor that left him shattered for days if he didn't keep up the drinking- Luna was an altogether more pleasant solution.
What she felt about it, he didn't know. Still mindful of Molly's words and being quite proud of having always been consider a good lover, he tried to make sure that Luna found it enjoyable as well. He had a notion that she had been a virgin the first night, or at least that was what he thought when he tried to recollect what had happened with Luna's reactions in mind. He was not a beast, he was civilised man and he had always tried to treat her gently, but though she never flinched or tried to evade him, she didn't meet his advances either. It didn't matter, though, he couldn't get enough of her and wouldn't be able to let her go, even if he one day married someone else. And where would she go, even he could give her up? She wouldn't be allowed to return to her father or to school. If he gave her up she would be handed over to the bed of another Death Eater and that he could never permit.
For a while Lucius entertained a pleasant fantasy of installing Luna in a nice little house somewhere, cared for by Molly who would undoubtedly do that very well. He could go there when he wanted, perhaps he could even travel a bit. He imagined Luna's face lit with interest as he showed her the beautiful works of the most famous wizard artists in Europe. Perhaps it would even delight her enough to make her speak to him. And if there were children, well, it was easier to imagine bright, fair children given to him by Luna, than any shadowy offspring from a yet unknown future wife. Molly would care for them too, if he wanted to take Luna somewhere- she had after all brought up several healthy children, she must have a knack for it.
It was a beautiful dream and it was an impossible one. There would never be any travels and when it came to children, Luna could not be allowed to rear them. By the end of the day she was a blood traitor and her dangerous ideas could never be instilled in a child born to a Malfoy. And for the moment, the war was still raging, making any plans for the future something highly unstable. Potter were still at large and the Dark Lord was growing increasingly more volatile and his patience were growing thinner by the day. To be in his presence took its toll, even for someone as skilled in Occlumency and well versed in saying the right things as Lucius were. Not much was needed to awake Voldemort's anger and he demanded more and more of his minions. For long periods of time Lucius was forced to stay away, getting little sleep and nourishment.
It was after such a long absence he returned to Malfoy Manor in the late afternoon after having been forced to stay away for several days. He could feel his weariness as an almost physical thing, making his whole body ache. As he walked up to his house he wished only for such simple joys as a bath, clean clothes and eating one of Molly's excellent dinners in the company of Luna. But the rest he craved was not to be, not yet. He had returned with a burden and a task and though he dreaded it, he must go through with that before he did anything else.
He placed what he had brought with himvery carefully on one of the long benches in the hallway and then he went in search of Mrs. Weasley. As he had expected he found her in the kitchen were she was preparing the dinner. Luna was there as well, looking unusually bright eyed and animated, but when she saw him her face quickly returned to its usual solemn expression. Molly looked surprised and somewhat suspicious, it was not Lucius usual habit to visit his kitchen. In fact, he realised, he had not been there since he had been a small boy, a time when every room in his home had held a fascination, even those occupied by servants.
He stood in silence for a few moments. There was no reason to why he should find this difficult, but he still hesitated before he spoke. "Mrs. Weasley, I have to tell you that your son Charlie was arrested five days ago. He was interrogated at length but as he showed no desire to provide the Dark Lord with answers to the questions he was asked, he was executed as a blood traitor, earlier today"
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.
Life went on for a while in something that certainly wasn't normality or happiness, but what could perhaps be called bearable. Luna continued to explore the old wardrobes in Malfoy Manor and Lucius found a small and very secret delight in looking forward to what kind of outdated fashions she would wear next dinnertime. She also started to redecorate their bedroom in the same quirky style as she had already done her living room. It wasn't to Lucius taste, not really, but he let her be. Without question the room started to feel much nicer than the impersonal guest room it had been before. He decided that as long as she kept to the private rooms of the house, she could do what she liked. For the moment being it didn't matter, even if he had started to wonder a bit about the future.
There was a question that loomed larger and larger; What on earth was he going to do with Luna and for that matter also Molly, in the end? One day the war would be over and when Potter was dead, life would get back to normal. He didn't need, for all practical purposes, a mute girl flittering around his house in peculiar clothes. He didn't need a hostile housekeeper that would probably turn on him if she got the slightest chance. He needed a woman who could be the same elegant social hostess as his wife had been. He needed a well trained staff to keep his house in splendour. He had a place in society that put demands on him and eventually he would have to stop isolate himself. He would have to open up his house and he needed to marry again. It dawned on him that it was a very peculiar order the Dark Lord had given him when he had been given Luna. Why had his master even bothered to issue such an order? Lucius was a Malfoy after all and suitable brides would never be lacking for a man of his position and name. There had been no need to foster this highly unsuitable girl upon him. Was it really such a well-thought idea? It was a dangerous thought and Lucius resolutely pushed it away- the Dark Lord's orders were not meant to be questioned.
But whatever reason there was behind it, Lucius knew he couldn't let Luna go now. How she had managed to do it, he couldn't understand, but her presence in his life was the only thing in it that gave him any comfort. Every moment of the day, from waking up in the morning to going to bed at night, he needed to fight his unwanted memories. Whatever he did, somewhere in his mind he always pushed back and the only time when he could stop was when he touched Luna. Feeling her body against his, inhaling her scent, only then could he forget himself for a while and after that he could sleep. The only other option was to drink himself into a stupor that left him shattered for days if he didn't keep up the drinking- Luna was an altogether more pleasant solution.
What she felt about it, he didn't know. Still mindful of Molly's words and being quite proud of having always been consider a good lover, he tried to make sure that Luna found it enjoyable as well. He had a notion that she had been a virgin the first night, or at least that was what he thought when he tried to recollect what had happened with Luna's reactions in mind. He was not a beast, he was civilised man and he had always tried to treat her gently, but though she never flinched or tried to evade him, she didn't meet his advances either. It didn't matter, though, he couldn't get enough of her and wouldn't be able to let her go, even if he one day married someone else. And where would she go, even he could give her up? She wouldn't be allowed to return to her father or to school. If he gave her up she would be handed over to the bed of another Death Eater and that he could never permit.
For a while Lucius entertained a pleasant fantasy of installing Luna in a nice little house somewhere, cared for by Molly who would undoubtedly do that very well. He could go there when he wanted, perhaps he could even travel a bit. He imagined Luna's face lit with interest as he showed her the beautiful works of the most famous wizard artists in Europe. Perhaps it would even delight her enough to make her speak to him. And if there were children, well, it was easier to imagine bright, fair children given to him by Luna, than any shadowy offspring from a yet unknown future wife. Molly would care for them too, if he wanted to take Luna somewhere- she had after all brought up several healthy children, she must have a knack for it.
It was a beautiful dream and it was an impossible one. There would never be any travels and when it came to children, Luna could not be allowed to rear them. By the end of the day she was a blood traitor and her dangerous ideas could never be instilled in a child born to a Malfoy. And for the moment, the war was still raging, making any plans for the future something highly unstable. Potter were still at large and the Dark Lord was growing increasingly more volatile and his patience were growing thinner by the day. To be in his presence took its toll, even for someone as skilled in Occlumency and well versed in saying the right things as Lucius were. Not much was needed to awake Voldemort's anger and he demanded more and more of his minions. For long periods of time Lucius was forced to stay away, getting little sleep and nourishment.
It was after such a long absence he returned to Malfoy Manor in the late afternoon after having been forced to stay away for several days. He could feel his weariness as an almost physical thing, making his whole body ache. As he walked up to his house he wished only for such simple joys as a bath, clean clothes and eating one of Molly's excellent dinners in the company of Luna. But the rest he craved was not to be, not yet. He had returned with a burden and a task and though he dreaded it, he must go through with that before he did anything else.
He placed what he had brought with himvery carefully on one of the long benches in the hallway and then he went in search of Mrs. Weasley. As he had expected he found her in the kitchen were she was preparing the dinner. Luna was there as well, looking unusually bright eyed and animated, but when she saw him her face quickly returned to its usual solemn expression. Molly looked surprised and somewhat suspicious, it was not Lucius usual habit to visit his kitchen. In fact, he realised, he had not been there since he had been a small boy, a time when every room in his home had held a fascination, even those occupied by servants.
He stood in silence for a few moments. There was no reason to why he should find this difficult, but he still hesitated before he spoke. "Mrs. Weasley, I have to tell you that your son Charlie was arrested five days ago. He was interrogated at length but as he showed no desire to provide the Dark Lord with answers to the questions he was asked, he was executed as a blood traitor, earlier today"
