Our Fathers' Sins
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lokifan_importTitle: Our Fathers’ Sins
Word count: ~500
Characters/pairings: Draco/Luna
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Summary: Draco always brings Loony’s food; the Death Eaters like to see him humiliated, and no one else would remember to feed her.
Warnings: angst, torture (not of main characters)
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written forsortinghatdrabs. The pairing was Draco/Luna and the prompt was a broken man. And I was runner-up! Huzzah! It’s well worth checking out the other entries if you like this pairing; there were a lot of great ones this week.
Draco always brought Loony’s food. Voldemort assigned him chores, and the other Death Eaters liked watching the Malfoy boy scurry about with trays of food. It appeased their desire to humiliate his family, so Draco never hesitated, even as the hot twist of hate clenched his stomach.
Besides, no one else would have remembered to feed her.
The first time Loony sat silent as a Buddha with her dirty robes pooled around her ankles and her luminous eyes fixed on him.
Draco told himself sharply not to be unnerved. She was the prisoner.
She was a prisoner. Should he say something? What could he say?
Draco hesitated for a moment that drew out like spider’s silk as they stared at each other in the gloom. Then he shoved the tray at her and fled.
His hesitations became longer each time. Loony’s silence unnerved him, but it was better here than up there. Far better to look into her wide blue eyes than to meet his mother’s anguished gaze, to watch his father be broken further each day by the sneering, the petty humiliations.
Eventually he managed to say, “hello.” She returned the greeting. She called him Draco.
Halfway through Easter, three Muggleborns were captured. Death Eaters appeared to help torture them: Bellatrix, Rodolophus, two strangers, and Yaxley.
Draco tried to prove himself. He stayed trembling in the shadows of the drawing room while the Muggleborns cried. One of them spat at his aunt.
The screams began.
Yaxley’s face was lit by red light and contorted with glee. Draco ran, sick to his stomach – when would Yaxley get bored, and turn on Draco for revenge?
He ran to hide in the dark with her.
He collapsed by Loony; his legs and arms fell in like the timbers of an old house, leaning against each other to stay upright. He dipped his head, hiding his face.
She didn’t speak. It took long moments before her hand rested on his back. Draco was more grateful than he could say for those moments of respite before the warmth of her hand.
“The Snatchers captured Muggleborns. Upstairs.”
“Oh.”
An inauspicious start; but after these weeks of staring, the deadlock broke. They talked all through the long night, while the screams filtered down. About her weird animals, and Quidditch, and Snape. About Potter. About their fathers, and the bad things their fathers had done to protect them.
Around six, when the screams had become gurgles and Draco was drooping, Luna whispered in his ear.
“The Order will come for me, Draco. When they do, you can come with me. I’ll speak for you. Trust me.”
“I do,” he muttered hoarsely. Then he forced his gritty eyes open and fixed them on hers, though he felt his chin wobble as he spoke. “But you know I can’t, Luna. I can’t leave them. And Dad, if I left, he’d be – he’s already – ”
“Mine, too,” and she kissed him, a butterfly-light brush of forgiveness, because she understood.
Word count: ~500
Characters/pairings: Draco/Luna
Rating: PG-13 for violence
Summary: Draco always brings Loony’s food; the Death Eaters like to see him humiliated, and no one else would remember to feed her.
Warnings: angst, torture (not of main characters)
Disclaimer: The boys and girls belong to JKR, even though I’m often much nicer to them than she is.
Author’s Notes: This was written for
sortinghatdrabs. The pairing was Draco/Luna and the prompt was a broken man. And I was runner-up! Huzzah! It’s well worth checking out the other entries if you like this pairing; there were a lot of great ones this week.Draco always brought Loony’s food. Voldemort assigned him chores, and the other Death Eaters liked watching the Malfoy boy scurry about with trays of food. It appeased their desire to humiliate his family, so Draco never hesitated, even as the hot twist of hate clenched his stomach.
Besides, no one else would have remembered to feed her.
The first time Loony sat silent as a Buddha with her dirty robes pooled around her ankles and her luminous eyes fixed on him.
Draco told himself sharply not to be unnerved. She was the prisoner.
She was a prisoner. Should he say something? What could he say?
Draco hesitated for a moment that drew out like spider’s silk as they stared at each other in the gloom. Then he shoved the tray at her and fled.
His hesitations became longer each time. Loony’s silence unnerved him, but it was better here than up there. Far better to look into her wide blue eyes than to meet his mother’s anguished gaze, to watch his father be broken further each day by the sneering, the petty humiliations.
Eventually he managed to say, “hello.” She returned the greeting. She called him Draco.
Halfway through Easter, three Muggleborns were captured. Death Eaters appeared to help torture them: Bellatrix, Rodolophus, two strangers, and Yaxley.
Draco tried to prove himself. He stayed trembling in the shadows of the drawing room while the Muggleborns cried. One of them spat at his aunt.
The screams began.
Yaxley’s face was lit by red light and contorted with glee. Draco ran, sick to his stomach – when would Yaxley get bored, and turn on Draco for revenge?
He ran to hide in the dark with her.
He collapsed by Loony; his legs and arms fell in like the timbers of an old house, leaning against each other to stay upright. He dipped his head, hiding his face.
She didn’t speak. It took long moments before her hand rested on his back. Draco was more grateful than he could say for those moments of respite before the warmth of her hand.
“The Snatchers captured Muggleborns. Upstairs.”
“Oh.”
An inauspicious start; but after these weeks of staring, the deadlock broke. They talked all through the long night, while the screams filtered down. About her weird animals, and Quidditch, and Snape. About Potter. About their fathers, and the bad things their fathers had done to protect them.
Around six, when the screams had become gurgles and Draco was drooping, Luna whispered in his ear.
“The Order will come for me, Draco. When they do, you can come with me. I’ll speak for you. Trust me.”
“I do,” he muttered hoarsely. Then he forced his gritty eyes open and fixed them on hers, though he felt his chin wobble as he spoke. “But you know I can’t, Luna. I can’t leave them. And Dad, if I left, he’d be – he’s already – ”
“Mine, too,” and she kissed him, a butterfly-light brush of forgiveness, because she understood.
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Date: 2010-03-23 04:28 pm (UTC)I like the fact that she has more control over him than he ever thought she would, because she is the prisoner, but he can't stay away.
And it's very canon too. As people have said, it's the missing scene in DH.
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Date: 2010-03-24 07:58 am (UTC)Me too - I loved writing this. And yes - Draco is not very good at emotional control, poor lad. If the situation was different I suspect I'd have written comedy, with Draco being very bemused by Luna's imperviousness.
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