1 one-shot: Harry Potter (Draco/Luna)
Title: Never Like Everyone Else
Words: circa 1000
Rating: hard R
Characters/Pairings: Draco/Luna
Warnings: sexuality
Prompt: "just like everybody else" table
Summary: "I want to be just like everyone else," Draco said in a low voice. It was almost sad, the way he said it.
"I want to be just like everyone else," Draco said in a low voice. It was almost sad, the way he said it.
The word didn't make sense to Luna. Who would want to be 'just like everyone else'? The differences are what made things interesting; it's what separated people. But he wanted to be… like everyone else. He wanted to be mundane. He wanted a boring job at the Ministry of Magic; he wanted a wife and family he could go out with, show off, to be nothing more than glorious eye candy.
But she didn't want that. She wanted to be different, to be unique, and to be who she is. She loved who she was. She loved the Quibbler; she loved watching people roll their eyes at what she believed in, including Draco from time to time. She would hate to be stuck behind a desk all day; it would drive her crazy.
She was silent as she marinated on what he had to say. The look in his grey eyes told him that he was being sincere. It was what was in his heart of hearts, it was who he was. It was his silent longing. He hated to be vulnerable, but he was. His eyes said so much that his words never could convey.
Sighing, Luna pushed her hair behind her ears and tilted her head. "Being like everyone else is over-rated. It's boring. Draco, you're not boring."
He reached out and pulled her down, his lips brushing over hers gently. "I want to be boring. I want to be just like everyone else. I don't want to have to worry some misguided Death Eater still wants to kill me. I-"
"The only way someone is going to kill you is through me," Luna vowed softly, leaning forward and kissing him gently. Her hands roamed upward to stroke the side of his face, holding him still and letting her mouth linger close to his. Her body hummed with need, with want, with passion, but she didn't do anything more. He had something he needed to say. He had something he needed to explain to her, and perhaps to himself.
"Luna, I may be dead tomorrow, because I was young and stupid… I don't - I don't want to die," he admitted in the softest voice that she had ever heard him us.
"Draco…" she murmured, kissing him deeply. She didn't know what to say. Nothing she could come up with would make things better. All she could do was kiss him, touch him, and tell him she was there for him no matter what. Apparently, it conveyed in her kiss.
His hands slid around the back of her neck, kissing her deeply and his tongue sliding in her mouth to touch hers. One of his hands moved off the back of her neck and moved to gently push the hair that had already fallen into her face. His hand stayed there, resting on the side of her face and just holding her gently.
"Draco," she breathed when she pulled back slightly. "You're not like anyone else. You're… you. You're perfect and beautiful and mine."
Draco smirked. "Luna, you've got that wrong. I'm not yours; you're mine."
Luna smirked back. She had learned how to smirk when she was with him. He taught her a lot more than how to smirk though. "Whatever you say, Draco."
He leaned up and kissed her again. His tongue prodded at her closed lips and demanded her to allow him entrance. Her body rubbed against his now, she had lost control. She wanted him, and she wanted him now. Her mouth opened under his willingly, loving the feel of his tongue dipping into her mouth and tasting her. She could taste him. Sweet and tangy - like the wine they had had with dinner, but also something that was always just Draco. It didn't have name.
Her hands moved behind him, pulling him down to her and crushing her breast against his chest. Suddenly she wished he wasn't wearing the Muggle clothes they had donned for a day in London. Closing her eyes against the kiss, against him, she grabbed the hem of his shirt, tugging on it. Draco knew exactly what she wanted and he leaned back, allowing her to rid him of the cloth barrier. He groped for the hem of her shirt. When he revealed her bra-covered breast, she heard him suck in a breath.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his mouth moving down to leave feather-like kisses on her burning hot skin. Her nipples hardened and ached underneath the bra. The silk felt itchy and tight against her flesh. Her hands skimmed down his hand, feeling his skin and being engulfed in his heat. She just wanted to feel him, to touch him, to be with him. She loved him so much sometimes her heart hurt, but she never said it. He knew by her touch, not by her words. Just like she knew he loved her by the way he touched her.
Their emotions and feelings were conveyed by touch, by desire, and not by simple words that could be drowned out easily be the noise in the world, by the noise they made.
His hands fumbled slightly as he undid he clasp on her bra, but his hands were anything but confident and deft when they came back to the front, pushing away the offending cloth and revealing her breasts, his fingers running across her hardened nipples. She moaned, arching upward and into him. He was perfect, so gentle and hot.
Moaning, she squirmed against him, her hands moving button his trousers. She wanted nothing more than to see him in s beautiful naked glory. She pushed the trousers away and down, then moved to reach in his boxers and grab him. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, firmly stroking him. He bucked against her hand, telling her without words that he loved it.
She removed her hand, leaning forward and kissing him deeply. "You're never going to be just like everyone else. Aim high, not low."
Words: circa 1000
Rating: hard R
Characters/Pairings: Draco/Luna
Warnings: sexuality
Prompt: "just like everybody else" table
Summary: "I want to be just like everyone else," Draco said in a low voice. It was almost sad, the way he said it.
"I want to be just like everyone else," Draco said in a low voice. It was almost sad, the way he said it.
The word didn't make sense to Luna. Who would want to be 'just like everyone else'? The differences are what made things interesting; it's what separated people. But he wanted to be… like everyone else. He wanted to be mundane. He wanted a boring job at the Ministry of Magic; he wanted a wife and family he could go out with, show off, to be nothing more than glorious eye candy.
But she didn't want that. She wanted to be different, to be unique, and to be who she is. She loved who she was. She loved the Quibbler; she loved watching people roll their eyes at what she believed in, including Draco from time to time. She would hate to be stuck behind a desk all day; it would drive her crazy.
She was silent as she marinated on what he had to say. The look in his grey eyes told him that he was being sincere. It was what was in his heart of hearts, it was who he was. It was his silent longing. He hated to be vulnerable, but he was. His eyes said so much that his words never could convey.
Sighing, Luna pushed her hair behind her ears and tilted her head. "Being like everyone else is over-rated. It's boring. Draco, you're not boring."
He reached out and pulled her down, his lips brushing over hers gently. "I want to be boring. I want to be just like everyone else. I don't want to have to worry some misguided Death Eater still wants to kill me. I-"
"The only way someone is going to kill you is through me," Luna vowed softly, leaning forward and kissing him gently. Her hands roamed upward to stroke the side of his face, holding him still and letting her mouth linger close to his. Her body hummed with need, with want, with passion, but she didn't do anything more. He had something he needed to say. He had something he needed to explain to her, and perhaps to himself.
"Luna, I may be dead tomorrow, because I was young and stupid… I don't - I don't want to die," he admitted in the softest voice that she had ever heard him us.
"Draco…" she murmured, kissing him deeply. She didn't know what to say. Nothing she could come up with would make things better. All she could do was kiss him, touch him, and tell him she was there for him no matter what. Apparently, it conveyed in her kiss.
His hands slid around the back of her neck, kissing her deeply and his tongue sliding in her mouth to touch hers. One of his hands moved off the back of her neck and moved to gently push the hair that had already fallen into her face. His hand stayed there, resting on the side of her face and just holding her gently.
"Draco," she breathed when she pulled back slightly. "You're not like anyone else. You're… you. You're perfect and beautiful and mine."
Draco smirked. "Luna, you've got that wrong. I'm not yours; you're mine."
Luna smirked back. She had learned how to smirk when she was with him. He taught her a lot more than how to smirk though. "Whatever you say, Draco."
He leaned up and kissed her again. His tongue prodded at her closed lips and demanded her to allow him entrance. Her body rubbed against his now, she had lost control. She wanted him, and she wanted him now. Her mouth opened under his willingly, loving the feel of his tongue dipping into her mouth and tasting her. She could taste him. Sweet and tangy - like the wine they had had with dinner, but also something that was always just Draco. It didn't have name.
Her hands moved behind him, pulling him down to her and crushing her breast against his chest. Suddenly she wished he wasn't wearing the Muggle clothes they had donned for a day in London. Closing her eyes against the kiss, against him, she grabbed the hem of his shirt, tugging on it. Draco knew exactly what she wanted and he leaned back, allowing her to rid him of the cloth barrier. He groped for the hem of her shirt. When he revealed her bra-covered breast, she heard him suck in a breath.
"Beautiful," he murmured, his mouth moving down to leave feather-like kisses on her burning hot skin. Her nipples hardened and ached underneath the bra. The silk felt itchy and tight against her flesh. Her hands skimmed down his hand, feeling his skin and being engulfed in his heat. She just wanted to feel him, to touch him, to be with him. She loved him so much sometimes her heart hurt, but she never said it. He knew by her touch, not by her words. Just like she knew he loved her by the way he touched her.
Their emotions and feelings were conveyed by touch, by desire, and not by simple words that could be drowned out easily be the noise in the world, by the noise they made.
His hands fumbled slightly as he undid he clasp on her bra, but his hands were anything but confident and deft when they came back to the front, pushing away the offending cloth and revealing her breasts, his fingers running across her hardened nipples. She moaned, arching upward and into him. He was perfect, so gentle and hot.
Moaning, she squirmed against him, her hands moving button his trousers. She wanted nothing more than to see him in s beautiful naked glory. She pushed the trousers away and down, then moved to reach in his boxers and grab him. Her fingers wrapped around his shaft, firmly stroking him. He bucked against her hand, telling her without words that he loved it.
She removed her hand, leaning forward and kissing him deeply. "You're never going to be just like everyone else. Aim high, not low."