1 Chaptered: Buried a Lie (Draco/Ginny)
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amorphousTitle: Buried a Lie; Chapter 4: Breakthrough
Words: circa 2900 (this chapter)
Rating: PG (this chapter)
Characters/Pairings: Main: Draco/Ginny, Minor/Beginning/Temporary: Draco/Luna, Harry/Ginny (other couples mentioned)
Warnings: CHARACTER DEATH. Pretty much totally disregards the epilogue of DH.
Author's Notes: I know a super beta and her name is![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jandjsalmon.
Summary: (this chapter) Draco wakes up. In more ways than one.
Previous chapters: 1 | 2 | 3
Waking up the next morning for Draco was like finally breaking the surface after being underwater. His mind was hazy and unclear, as if there was a thick fog covering it. Nothing seemed to connect. He looked down and saw Lovegood curled up in his arms and almost blanched.
The fact that they were both still fully dressed told him that they hadn't had sex. Why the hell is Lovegood in my arms? If I didn't just have sex with her, what the fuck is she doing here?
His confusion only increased when there was a knock on the door. He dropped Lovegood down on the couch ungracefully and got up to answer it, looking about for the house-elf. Swinging the door open he backpedaled when Pansy stood there with a cigarette in her mouth and a bored expression on her face.
"Hello, Pans," he told her casually.
As if just realizing the door had opened, her head jerked to look at him. "Hello Draco! You look… different this morning."
"Different?"
She shrugged her slender shoulders. "You certainly didn't look normal the other day."
"The other day? I haven't seen you in a few months."
Pansy smirked. "Nice try, Draco. I was the one who told you of Xenophilius's accident."
"What do I care about Xenophilius Lovegood?"
Pansy's eyebrows shot up as she took a drag from her cigarette. "You own part of the Quibbler."
"What?" He paused, a memory coming back to him in a flash. "Damn. Why the fuck would I agree to buy part of the Quibbler. I think it is rubbish."
"You told me you were doing anything you could to displease your father."
"That makes sense…" he allowed slowly, glancing at Pansy with confusion.
"Damn, Malfoy, do you now remember anything?"
"No, Pansy, I don't." Moving back, he waved his old friend in.
She exhaled and then walked into the foyer. "I can't believe you don't remember the last few months."
"Well, I don't."
"Draco?" a female voice called from the living room.
Pansy smirked again. "I guess you'll tell me you don't remember Loony Lovegood being here all night too then?"
Draco glared at her.
Luna walked into the foyer, her eyes half-closed with sleep still. "Hello, Pansy."
"Good morning Loony," Pansy said in a falsely sweet tone.
The blond woman yawned. "It's Luna."
Pansy snickered and turned to Draco. "He doesn't remember the last few months. You may have to remind him. I'm sure he'd prefer sex."
"Shut it, Pansy," Draco growled.
Pansy laughed, hitting Draco in the arm playfully. "I'm just kidding. If you finally have come to yours senses, then I'm sure you wouldn't touch her anyway."
Luna looked shocked, but her faraway expression didn't fade. She nodded. "I have to go," she whispered.
"What are you doing here anyway?" Draco burst out, wanting to make sense at what was going on.
She turned back to him, frowning. "I’m sorry, Draco."
"Looks like Loony has a guilty conscious," Pansy taunted, taking another drag.
"Pansy, shut up," Draco said coldly, shooting her a dark look.
The dark haired woman rolled her eyes. "Look, there is something Loony isn't telling you. You have to admit that."
"I do, but you taunting her isn't going to make her tell me either."
"You loose months of your life, and you're planning on letting her tell you rather than making her? What the hell? Tie her down; force her to drink Veritaserum if you have to."
Another knock on the door interrupted the conversation. Draco swung around and opened it, revealing Ginny Weasley standing there. "What the hell are you doing here, Weasley?"
"Nice greeting," Ginny remarked coldly, glaring at him. "You told me to stop by this morning to check up on Luna."
"You— I— Fuck! What the hell is going on?" Draco asked, anger winning out over any kind of politeness he had.
"Draco, I have to go," Luna whispered again.
"Luna? Luna, are you alright?" Ginny asked with concern as she walked over to her friend.
"You could at least ask to come in!"
Ginny ignored Draco. "Luna? Luna?"
Luna looked up at her friend with tears running down her face. "I have to go. NOW," she added firmly.
Draco slammed the door. "Not until you tell me what the hell is going on?"
"I'll tell you… But not now. Please don't make me tell you now," Luna pleaded, looking up at him with tears in her faraway gaze.
"I want to know. Tell me now."
Ginny dropped her arm around her friend's shoulder. "Let her go, Draco."
"Shut up Weasley. No one asked you."
Pansy smirked. "Yes, Weasley. We are just interfering. In fact, let's let the pair talk, why don’t you join me the kitchen?"
"Parkinson, I'm not going anywhere with you," Ginny retorted.
"Leave or go to the kitchen, Weasley," Draco said.
"Ginny, go to the kitchen. I have to talk to Draco," Luna whispered.
Ginny looked incredulous at her friend, but dropped her arm. "Are you sure?"
"Go. Please."
Shooting a sideways glance at Pansy, Ginny cocked her head toward the kitchen. "Let's go."
Pansy leaned over and kissed Draco on the cheek. "I'll see you in a bit, love." She followed Ginny into the kitchen joyfully as if enjoying what was going on.
"Now, Lovegood, what the hell is going on?" Draco asked turning to the girl.
She cleared her throat, glancing upward. "My father. He wasn't perfect, Draco. But he only wanted what was best for me. For me and the Quibbler. He thought if he could change you, change your mind and heart, you'd fall in love with me and take care of me. To take care of the Quibbler."
"What?" Draco practically yelled, anger overwhelming him. "What did he do?"
"He gave you a mind alternating potion. I have no clue when, how, what kind, or anything like that. I could only get him to admit that small part to me. I'm sorry. I didn't know how to stop him, and I'm sure you wouldn't have believed me when you were under its influence."
"That's all you know?" Draco asked slowly, his eyes grey with fury.
"Yes," she whispered, now looking at the floor.
"Get out of my house right now!" he bellowed.
Luna jerked back as if she'd been slapped. The other two witches ran out of the kitchen. Ginny ran over to Luna, and grabbed her arm. "Come on," she whispered pulling her toward the door. "Go to hell, Malfoy," she muttered coldly as she passed him.
Once the pair had left, Draco turned to Pansy. "The damned Xenophilius fucked with my mind."
"What?" Pansy asked, fishing in her bag for something. "Are you shitting me?"
"Of course not. And Lovegood knew what her father was doing."
"Bitch," Pansy muttered as she placed a cigarette in her mouth. "I cannot believe she didn't tell you."
"She says I wouldn't have believed her if she had."
"That's a Slytherin excuse."
Draco sneered. "I need to get my life back."
"Does she know what potion her dear old father used?" Pansy took a drag.
"No."
"Liar."
Draco shrugged. "Something tells me she wasn't lying about that."
Pansy frowned. "So, what are you going to do now, Mr. Malfoy?"
"I'm going to find out what the hell has happened over the last few months."
"You nailed Luna."
Draco blanched. "Please tell me that's a joke."
Pansy laughed. "Hell no!"
"God." Draco wandered into the living room and sat down. "What the hell happened to me?"
"You lost your mind, Draco." Pansy sat down beside him, almost on him and swung her legs over his. He didn't push her away. He wanted something familiar, something that made sense and Pansy and sex sure as hell made as much sense as anything else in the world.
---
"Luna, what's going on?" Ginny whispered to her friend the moment they had entered her flat.
"I made a mistake, Ginny. I made a terrible mistake," Luna said in her normal dreamy voice as she sat down.
"Oh?" Ginny said, sitting across from her in the chair.
"Yes. You see, when Draco bought part of the Quibbler I was confused, and more so I was confused as to why my father approved it. I finally asked him once Draco started to act… strangely… He admitted to me what he had done."
"What had he done?" Ginny whispered a bit disturbed by Luna's faraway gaze as if she was reliving the events.
"He was altering Draco's mind slowly with a potion. When he died, he had about a month's more worth of potion before Draco's mind was changed forever."
"What?!"
"It's true."
"Was your father on crack? Was he out of his mind?"
"No. He wanted someone to be able to take care of me. And the Quibbler."
"That's no excuse for messing with someone's mind!"
"It was his reason not excuse."
"Luna, that's doesn't make a difference. Is that why Draco was acting so strangely around you?"
"Yes. My father wanted him to love me. I did love him, Ginny. No, I do love him. This hurts," she whispered as she pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.
"How could you love him when you lied to him? When he wasn't himself?" Ginny challenged, loosing her compassion for her friend.
"I love him not that potion! I love him narrow-minded, sarcastic, and cold. I love him. Truthfully, I disliked Draco under the influence of my father."
"What?"
"Draco wasn't the Draco I had fallen for."
"Fallen for…?"
"I've loved him since his father died. He was strong, passionate, and arrogant."
"He's an ass!"
"He's not an ass, Ginny."
"He's misunderstood then?"
"No. He's understood perfectly, but he's not an ass."
"God, Luna, this is a mess!"
"I know!" Luna wailed, her voice muffled by her knees.
"Draco has no clue what's been happening the last couple of months?"
"Oh he was aware… he just… couldn’t control his actions. I'm sure he thought he was going crazy."
"He was crazy." Ginny paused. "We have to find a way to get him his memories back. His past."
"I don't know how. It's all in his head. Just buried under whatever lie my father planted there."
"Luna, you said you love him… tell him that."
"He hates me!"
"He doesn't know you. I doubt any guy could ever truly hate you if they knew you."
"But this is Draco Malfoy."
"He's just a man. An ass of a man, but a man still."
"Stop insulting Draco. I thought we had decided that you would not insult Draco to me."
"That was before."
"Now, it's the same, Gin. Please just… don't."
Ginny sighed. "Fine."
"Back to the problem at hand, how am I going to fix this mess my father created for me?"
"First, you need to actually talk to Malfoy. It wasn't you fault. He can't possible hold it against you. Admit your feelings for him."
"I can't tell him I love him."
"Yes you can, Luna. You can't keep him in the dark for long."
Luna sighed. "What the hell am I going to do?"
Ginny snorted. "You're sounding like him now."
"Ginny!"
"Seriously, Luna, if you love him, you have to tell him. You have to help him. You helped him get into this mess—" When Luna opened her mouth to protest, Ginny put up her finger to silence her. "You didn't do it intentionally, but you egged your father on by starting a relationship with Draco. You kept it going. You didn't do anything to stop it."
"I couldn't have, Ginny!"
"Yes you could have."
"Ginny you don't understand."
"I do. You were afraid of losing Draco if you told him the truth. Weren't you?"
"Yes," Luna whispered. "I'm still afraid. But I've already lost him didn't I?"
Ginny frowned, her compassion coming up again. "Yes, you probably did. But you still have a chance of getting him back."
"He hates me!"
Ginny grabbed the pillow next to her and threw it at Luna. "Stop saying that!" She sighed. "I think that once Draco calms down, he'll be willing to listen."
"You don't know him at all do?"
Ginny laughed. "I do admit I am not his best friend. Hell, I'm not even his worst enemy." She stood up, looking down at her friend. "Let's go."
"Now?"
"Now," she confirmed, grabbing her friend's hand and pulling her to her feet.
---
Pansy was pulling back on her black robes when there was a knock on the door. "Ignore it," Draco muttered, stretching out farther on the bed.
"So hospitable, Draco," Pansy said, a smile on her face.
"I don't have to be hospitable."
"Oh yes, Malfoys are not hospitable! What was I thinking?"
"I never know what you are thinking, Pansy."
Pansy smiled seductively and sat down on the edge of the bed. Gently caressing his chest with her fingers, she whispered, "Do you know what I'm thinking now?"
"I'd have to be an eunuch not to." He pulled her down on top of him. Her body covered his as her mouth ascended upon his.
"It's so damn good to have you back to normal, Draco," Pansy whispered into his mouth.
The knock on his bedroom door made both of them jump, Pansy sitting up and glaring at the door. "Go away," Draco shouted.
"Malfoy let us in!" Ginny Weasley's voice bellowed.
"Go away," Draco return, pulling Pansy back down to continue kissing her.
The door swung up. Pansy screeched, jumping to her feet.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Draco asked, jumping to his feet.
"Put some damn clothes on!" Ginny screamed.
"Do not tell what to do in my own house!"
"Put some damn clothes on!"
"Shut the hell up!'
"Damn you two," Pansy said, rolling onto her back and looking up at the ceiling.
"Parkinson, Luna and I want to talk to Draco alone. Please leave," Ginny said, turning to the witch.
"You don't get to tell me what to do. Hell you just interrupted Draco and I," Pansy said, glaring at Ginny.
"Pansy can stay," Luna spoke up finally.
"Luna!" Ginny exclaimed, turning to her friend.
"She can stay. Draco," Luna turned toward him as she said his name. "I'm sorry for keeping you in the dark. Truthfully, I love you, and I didn't want to loose you. I know I never actually had you to begin with, but I think I know how to get your memories back fully so you can go on with your life."
Draco's face was expressionless as he heard her. "You don't know me," he shot out scathingly. "You can't possible love me."
Luna sighed, her vague smile suddenly in place. "I do love you Draco. I have always loved you. Ever since your father died and you stepped up to help my family with the Quibbler. Your impure motives didn't even hinder my feelings for you. I hated what my father did to you, but I promise, as long as I live I'll try to get your life back to normal. To give you your life back."
He was silent as he heard her out. "I don't care what your damned feelings are. All I want to do is sort this out, if having your help is going to make that easier, then so be it. Your damned father used me."
"My father did what he thought was best!" Luna said in defense for her father. Her grey eyes were still unfocused; her tone still faraway.
"So did my father. Look where it got him."
"Your father was nothing like mine!"
"They were both selfish bastards who didn't think of anyone but themselves."
"My father only did what he did out of love!"
"Love for himself maybe."
"Love for me! Love for the Quibbler!"
Draco glared at her. "You are defending a man who used me, who stole my life from me."
"You bought the Quibbler! He didn't make you do that!"
"How do you know?"
"Alright, alright," Ginny said, stepping between them. "Drop it. This is not the important thing. What's important is helping Malfoy get his memories back. His life back."
Luna sighed. "Yes, that's what's important."
"Do you have any ideas on how to accomplish that?" Pansy interjected. "But I must say that it's damn good to have Draco back to himself."
"Parkinson, shut up," Ginny said, glaring at her.
"What? I’m helping!"
"You are not."
"You sound like you're two years old."
"Enough. Let's hear your idea, Lovegood," Draco said, looking at her expectantly.
"Well I have two," Luna started, "First is Veritaserum. Second is Occlumency."
"How would reading my mind help me?" Draco questioned, pondering both suggestions.
"Dig up your memories. They are all in your head, just buried under my dad's added suggestions. A month more and your mind would have been changed forever," she told him.
"Damn it!" Draco burst out unceremoniously.
"It's the only place we have to start," Pansy pointed out, stretching on the bed.
"Who said you were invited to help us?" Ginny asked her rudely.
"Draco is my friend. And lover. Damn straight I'll be there to help him. I'll be there just in case you broads think it wise to try to fuck with his head again," Pansy said acting somewhat loyally.
"Occlumency it is," Draco agreed with a sigh as he started to pull on clothes with an annoying smile of approval from Ginny.
Words: circa 2900 (this chapter)
Rating: PG (this chapter)
Characters/Pairings: Main: Draco/Ginny, Minor/Beginning/Temporary: Draco/Luna, Harry/Ginny (other couples mentioned)
Warnings: CHARACTER DEATH. Pretty much totally disregards the epilogue of DH.
Author's Notes: I know a super beta and her name is
jandjsalmon.Summary: (this chapter) Draco wakes up. In more ways than one.
Previous chapters: 1 | 2 | 3
Waking up the next morning for Draco was like finally breaking the surface after being underwater. His mind was hazy and unclear, as if there was a thick fog covering it. Nothing seemed to connect. He looked down and saw Lovegood curled up in his arms and almost blanched.
The fact that they were both still fully dressed told him that they hadn't had sex. Why the hell is Lovegood in my arms? If I didn't just have sex with her, what the fuck is she doing here?
His confusion only increased when there was a knock on the door. He dropped Lovegood down on the couch ungracefully and got up to answer it, looking about for the house-elf. Swinging the door open he backpedaled when Pansy stood there with a cigarette in her mouth and a bored expression on her face.
"Hello, Pans," he told her casually.
As if just realizing the door had opened, her head jerked to look at him. "Hello Draco! You look… different this morning."
"Different?"
She shrugged her slender shoulders. "You certainly didn't look normal the other day."
"The other day? I haven't seen you in a few months."
Pansy smirked. "Nice try, Draco. I was the one who told you of Xenophilius's accident."
"What do I care about Xenophilius Lovegood?"
Pansy's eyebrows shot up as she took a drag from her cigarette. "You own part of the Quibbler."
"What?" He paused, a memory coming back to him in a flash. "Damn. Why the fuck would I agree to buy part of the Quibbler. I think it is rubbish."
"You told me you were doing anything you could to displease your father."
"That makes sense…" he allowed slowly, glancing at Pansy with confusion.
"Damn, Malfoy, do you now remember anything?"
"No, Pansy, I don't." Moving back, he waved his old friend in.
She exhaled and then walked into the foyer. "I can't believe you don't remember the last few months."
"Well, I don't."
"Draco?" a female voice called from the living room.
Pansy smirked again. "I guess you'll tell me you don't remember Loony Lovegood being here all night too then?"
Draco glared at her.
Luna walked into the foyer, her eyes half-closed with sleep still. "Hello, Pansy."
"Good morning Loony," Pansy said in a falsely sweet tone.
The blond woman yawned. "It's Luna."
Pansy snickered and turned to Draco. "He doesn't remember the last few months. You may have to remind him. I'm sure he'd prefer sex."
"Shut it, Pansy," Draco growled.
Pansy laughed, hitting Draco in the arm playfully. "I'm just kidding. If you finally have come to yours senses, then I'm sure you wouldn't touch her anyway."
Luna looked shocked, but her faraway expression didn't fade. She nodded. "I have to go," she whispered.
"What are you doing here anyway?" Draco burst out, wanting to make sense at what was going on.
She turned back to him, frowning. "I’m sorry, Draco."
"Looks like Loony has a guilty conscious," Pansy taunted, taking another drag.
"Pansy, shut up," Draco said coldly, shooting her a dark look.
The dark haired woman rolled her eyes. "Look, there is something Loony isn't telling you. You have to admit that."
"I do, but you taunting her isn't going to make her tell me either."
"You loose months of your life, and you're planning on letting her tell you rather than making her? What the hell? Tie her down; force her to drink Veritaserum if you have to."
Another knock on the door interrupted the conversation. Draco swung around and opened it, revealing Ginny Weasley standing there. "What the hell are you doing here, Weasley?"
"Nice greeting," Ginny remarked coldly, glaring at him. "You told me to stop by this morning to check up on Luna."
"You— I— Fuck! What the hell is going on?" Draco asked, anger winning out over any kind of politeness he had.
"Draco, I have to go," Luna whispered again.
"Luna? Luna, are you alright?" Ginny asked with concern as she walked over to her friend.
"You could at least ask to come in!"
Ginny ignored Draco. "Luna? Luna?"
Luna looked up at her friend with tears running down her face. "I have to go. NOW," she added firmly.
Draco slammed the door. "Not until you tell me what the hell is going on?"
"I'll tell you… But not now. Please don't make me tell you now," Luna pleaded, looking up at him with tears in her faraway gaze.
"I want to know. Tell me now."
Ginny dropped her arm around her friend's shoulder. "Let her go, Draco."
"Shut up Weasley. No one asked you."
Pansy smirked. "Yes, Weasley. We are just interfering. In fact, let's let the pair talk, why don’t you join me the kitchen?"
"Parkinson, I'm not going anywhere with you," Ginny retorted.
"Leave or go to the kitchen, Weasley," Draco said.
"Ginny, go to the kitchen. I have to talk to Draco," Luna whispered.
Ginny looked incredulous at her friend, but dropped her arm. "Are you sure?"
"Go. Please."
Shooting a sideways glance at Pansy, Ginny cocked her head toward the kitchen. "Let's go."
Pansy leaned over and kissed Draco on the cheek. "I'll see you in a bit, love." She followed Ginny into the kitchen joyfully as if enjoying what was going on.
"Now, Lovegood, what the hell is going on?" Draco asked turning to the girl.
She cleared her throat, glancing upward. "My father. He wasn't perfect, Draco. But he only wanted what was best for me. For me and the Quibbler. He thought if he could change you, change your mind and heart, you'd fall in love with me and take care of me. To take care of the Quibbler."
"What?" Draco practically yelled, anger overwhelming him. "What did he do?"
"He gave you a mind alternating potion. I have no clue when, how, what kind, or anything like that. I could only get him to admit that small part to me. I'm sorry. I didn't know how to stop him, and I'm sure you wouldn't have believed me when you were under its influence."
"That's all you know?" Draco asked slowly, his eyes grey with fury.
"Yes," she whispered, now looking at the floor.
"Get out of my house right now!" he bellowed.
Luna jerked back as if she'd been slapped. The other two witches ran out of the kitchen. Ginny ran over to Luna, and grabbed her arm. "Come on," she whispered pulling her toward the door. "Go to hell, Malfoy," she muttered coldly as she passed him.
Once the pair had left, Draco turned to Pansy. "The damned Xenophilius fucked with my mind."
"What?" Pansy asked, fishing in her bag for something. "Are you shitting me?"
"Of course not. And Lovegood knew what her father was doing."
"Bitch," Pansy muttered as she placed a cigarette in her mouth. "I cannot believe she didn't tell you."
"She says I wouldn't have believed her if she had."
"That's a Slytherin excuse."
Draco sneered. "I need to get my life back."
"Does she know what potion her dear old father used?" Pansy took a drag.
"No."
"Liar."
Draco shrugged. "Something tells me she wasn't lying about that."
Pansy frowned. "So, what are you going to do now, Mr. Malfoy?"
"I'm going to find out what the hell has happened over the last few months."
"You nailed Luna."
Draco blanched. "Please tell me that's a joke."
Pansy laughed. "Hell no!"
"God." Draco wandered into the living room and sat down. "What the hell happened to me?"
"You lost your mind, Draco." Pansy sat down beside him, almost on him and swung her legs over his. He didn't push her away. He wanted something familiar, something that made sense and Pansy and sex sure as hell made as much sense as anything else in the world.
---
"Luna, what's going on?" Ginny whispered to her friend the moment they had entered her flat.
"I made a mistake, Ginny. I made a terrible mistake," Luna said in her normal dreamy voice as she sat down.
"Oh?" Ginny said, sitting across from her in the chair.
"Yes. You see, when Draco bought part of the Quibbler I was confused, and more so I was confused as to why my father approved it. I finally asked him once Draco started to act… strangely… He admitted to me what he had done."
"What had he done?" Ginny whispered a bit disturbed by Luna's faraway gaze as if she was reliving the events.
"He was altering Draco's mind slowly with a potion. When he died, he had about a month's more worth of potion before Draco's mind was changed forever."
"What?!"
"It's true."
"Was your father on crack? Was he out of his mind?"
"No. He wanted someone to be able to take care of me. And the Quibbler."
"That's no excuse for messing with someone's mind!"
"It was his reason not excuse."
"Luna, that's doesn't make a difference. Is that why Draco was acting so strangely around you?"
"Yes. My father wanted him to love me. I did love him, Ginny. No, I do love him. This hurts," she whispered as she pulled her knees to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.
"How could you love him when you lied to him? When he wasn't himself?" Ginny challenged, loosing her compassion for her friend.
"I love him not that potion! I love him narrow-minded, sarcastic, and cold. I love him. Truthfully, I disliked Draco under the influence of my father."
"What?"
"Draco wasn't the Draco I had fallen for."
"Fallen for…?"
"I've loved him since his father died. He was strong, passionate, and arrogant."
"He's an ass!"
"He's not an ass, Ginny."
"He's misunderstood then?"
"No. He's understood perfectly, but he's not an ass."
"God, Luna, this is a mess!"
"I know!" Luna wailed, her voice muffled by her knees.
"Draco has no clue what's been happening the last couple of months?"
"Oh he was aware… he just… couldn’t control his actions. I'm sure he thought he was going crazy."
"He was crazy." Ginny paused. "We have to find a way to get him his memories back. His past."
"I don't know how. It's all in his head. Just buried under whatever lie my father planted there."
"Luna, you said you love him… tell him that."
"He hates me!"
"He doesn't know you. I doubt any guy could ever truly hate you if they knew you."
"But this is Draco Malfoy."
"He's just a man. An ass of a man, but a man still."
"Stop insulting Draco. I thought we had decided that you would not insult Draco to me."
"That was before."
"Now, it's the same, Gin. Please just… don't."
Ginny sighed. "Fine."
"Back to the problem at hand, how am I going to fix this mess my father created for me?"
"First, you need to actually talk to Malfoy. It wasn't you fault. He can't possible hold it against you. Admit your feelings for him."
"I can't tell him I love him."
"Yes you can, Luna. You can't keep him in the dark for long."
Luna sighed. "What the hell am I going to do?"
Ginny snorted. "You're sounding like him now."
"Ginny!"
"Seriously, Luna, if you love him, you have to tell him. You have to help him. You helped him get into this mess—" When Luna opened her mouth to protest, Ginny put up her finger to silence her. "You didn't do it intentionally, but you egged your father on by starting a relationship with Draco. You kept it going. You didn't do anything to stop it."
"I couldn't have, Ginny!"
"Yes you could have."
"Ginny you don't understand."
"I do. You were afraid of losing Draco if you told him the truth. Weren't you?"
"Yes," Luna whispered. "I'm still afraid. But I've already lost him didn't I?"
Ginny frowned, her compassion coming up again. "Yes, you probably did. But you still have a chance of getting him back."
"He hates me!"
Ginny grabbed the pillow next to her and threw it at Luna. "Stop saying that!" She sighed. "I think that once Draco calms down, he'll be willing to listen."
"You don't know him at all do?"
Ginny laughed. "I do admit I am not his best friend. Hell, I'm not even his worst enemy." She stood up, looking down at her friend. "Let's go."
"Now?"
"Now," she confirmed, grabbing her friend's hand and pulling her to her feet.
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Pansy was pulling back on her black robes when there was a knock on the door. "Ignore it," Draco muttered, stretching out farther on the bed.
"So hospitable, Draco," Pansy said, a smile on her face.
"I don't have to be hospitable."
"Oh yes, Malfoys are not hospitable! What was I thinking?"
"I never know what you are thinking, Pansy."
Pansy smiled seductively and sat down on the edge of the bed. Gently caressing his chest with her fingers, she whispered, "Do you know what I'm thinking now?"
"I'd have to be an eunuch not to." He pulled her down on top of him. Her body covered his as her mouth ascended upon his.
"It's so damn good to have you back to normal, Draco," Pansy whispered into his mouth.
The knock on his bedroom door made both of them jump, Pansy sitting up and glaring at the door. "Go away," Draco shouted.
"Malfoy let us in!" Ginny Weasley's voice bellowed.
"Go away," Draco return, pulling Pansy back down to continue kissing her.
The door swung up. Pansy screeched, jumping to her feet.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Draco asked, jumping to his feet.
"Put some damn clothes on!" Ginny screamed.
"Do not tell what to do in my own house!"
"Put some damn clothes on!"
"Shut the hell up!'
"Damn you two," Pansy said, rolling onto her back and looking up at the ceiling.
"Parkinson, Luna and I want to talk to Draco alone. Please leave," Ginny said, turning to the witch.
"You don't get to tell me what to do. Hell you just interrupted Draco and I," Pansy said, glaring at Ginny.
"Pansy can stay," Luna spoke up finally.
"Luna!" Ginny exclaimed, turning to her friend.
"She can stay. Draco," Luna turned toward him as she said his name. "I'm sorry for keeping you in the dark. Truthfully, I love you, and I didn't want to loose you. I know I never actually had you to begin with, but I think I know how to get your memories back fully so you can go on with your life."
Draco's face was expressionless as he heard her. "You don't know me," he shot out scathingly. "You can't possible love me."
Luna sighed, her vague smile suddenly in place. "I do love you Draco. I have always loved you. Ever since your father died and you stepped up to help my family with the Quibbler. Your impure motives didn't even hinder my feelings for you. I hated what my father did to you, but I promise, as long as I live I'll try to get your life back to normal. To give you your life back."
He was silent as he heard her out. "I don't care what your damned feelings are. All I want to do is sort this out, if having your help is going to make that easier, then so be it. Your damned father used me."
"My father did what he thought was best!" Luna said in defense for her father. Her grey eyes were still unfocused; her tone still faraway.
"So did my father. Look where it got him."
"Your father was nothing like mine!"
"They were both selfish bastards who didn't think of anyone but themselves."
"My father only did what he did out of love!"
"Love for himself maybe."
"Love for me! Love for the Quibbler!"
Draco glared at her. "You are defending a man who used me, who stole my life from me."
"You bought the Quibbler! He didn't make you do that!"
"How do you know?"
"Alright, alright," Ginny said, stepping between them. "Drop it. This is not the important thing. What's important is helping Malfoy get his memories back. His life back."
Luna sighed. "Yes, that's what's important."
"Do you have any ideas on how to accomplish that?" Pansy interjected. "But I must say that it's damn good to have Draco back to himself."
"Parkinson, shut up," Ginny said, glaring at her.
"What? I’m helping!"
"You are not."
"You sound like you're two years old."
"Enough. Let's hear your idea, Lovegood," Draco said, looking at her expectantly.
"Well I have two," Luna started, "First is Veritaserum. Second is Occlumency."
"How would reading my mind help me?" Draco questioned, pondering both suggestions.
"Dig up your memories. They are all in your head, just buried under my dad's added suggestions. A month more and your mind would have been changed forever," she told him.
"Damn it!" Draco burst out unceremoniously.
"It's the only place we have to start," Pansy pointed out, stretching on the bed.
"Who said you were invited to help us?" Ginny asked her rudely.
"Draco is my friend. And lover. Damn straight I'll be there to help him. I'll be there just in case you broads think it wise to try to fuck with his head again," Pansy said acting somewhat loyally.
"Occlumency it is," Draco agreed with a sigh as he started to pull on clothes with an annoying smile of approval from Ginny.
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Date: 2007-09-30 08:52 am (UTC)Love you, dearest! ;)
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