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The Moon and The Flower	By : LadyMoon Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 3877 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Here is the second chapter. I already have up to five completed. I hope to update every few days for a bit. Any reviews would be kind and appreciated. If you have any questions please feel free to ask.

Chapter Two

Why aren’t you eating?"

"Cramps," Luna let the lie slip easily. She hadn’t been able to come up with a suitable one to decline the offer of sharing breakfast with her friends. Neville seemed more than happy that she was sitting beside him. Was Pansy right? Would she not be able to tell them? "Ginny, I need to tell you something. Well, ask you about something. Do you think H...." Blast and damnation, she couldn’t even say his name. Could she not question the girl about the male in question? Was she truly on her own? It was already Monday morning. "Never mind. I’ll ask her when she gets here."

"If you need Hermione’s help with something I’m sure she’ll be more than glad to help." Ginny couldn’t imagine what Luna would need help with. She was in Ravenclaw for a reason. Her attention was drawn to the trio now coming into the hall. Harry had apologized last night but she still wasn’t completely happy about his attitude of late. Being into the game was alright as long as it didn’t get in the way of their relationship. Their first argument had come from him putting her in the reserves. She didn’t care that Alice had done a better job during tryouts. As his girlfriend she should have been an automatic choice.

"Hi," Harry took a seat wondering how things were going to be today. The argument had been a nasty one. He knew she was justified in her reaction but she hadn’t been able to understand when he tried to explain that sometimes he felt suffocated. All he wanted to do was finish out this year, pass his N.E.W.T.S and then become an Auror. Dealing with practice, classes, his fame, the unwanted attention; he would get suffocated whenever she hung on him. He also didn’t care for the way she constantly rubbed her friendship with Dean in his face. He understood that they had remained close friends and he liked the guy. What he didn’t care for was her throwing the past in his face. Reminding him that she had remained faithful when he had left her behind last year. "Still angry with me?"

"No," to prove that she was the better person Ginny leaned forward to give him a quick kiss on the mouth. Fighting would solve nothing. He would soon realize that taking it out on her wouldn’t make him feel better.

Luna she was going to officially vomit. Did kissing really involve that much spit? An actual trail could be seen as they separated. It didn’t take a Ravenclaw to figure out why he would prefer the ginger. Ginny was smart, funny, pretty and she had nice skin. Just one of the many contributing factors. Not to mention she was a powerful witch that was well liked amongst most of the students. The only decent feature that she had was her intelligence. Luna wasn’t under the suspicion that she was pretty or funny. Not much to attract the male populace. There was also the fact that she was short and didn’t have much in the breast department. What luck did she have of winning the heart of the Chosen One?

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Did they really have to be so loud? How did they expect her to write out her last wishes if she couldn’t think? Pansy would have snapped at Daphne but it wasn’t in her to shout. Most of her energy had been depleted by crying the day away. What a travesty, the cold Pansy Parkinson hopelessly weeping because of a male. Not a male, but knowing what was coming. It was Thursday, only three days left to break her curse. Three more nights in which to worry about why she would loss her life because she wasn’t good enough to another.

"Have a drink," Daphne plopped down, quickly glancing over to see what was being written. "What in the bloody hell are you writing? I know you’re in a rotten mood but how dismal can you get?"

"Shut it," how cheerful can she be when saying her final farewells? So far she had only gotten, ‘Although death comes, I go knowing.’ Maybe leaving a message wasn’t the brightest idea. What she wanted to do was walk over and slap the smirking arse that was the cause for all of this. At least she wasn’t having to watch him snog some slag tonight.

"What is she writing?" Draco tapped the bottle of firewhiskey against his knee. What had gotten into her recently? For the last few days she’d done nothing but sulk. "I think you need something to drink. It might do some good."

"I don’t want any." What she wanted was to sleep and forget about what was ahead. Pansy didn’t want to spend what might be her last evenings sodding drunk. "No company tonight?"

"Why? Do you want my company?" Draco took a sip, really wanting to see what was being written on the parchment. What the bloody hell had crawled up her arse lately? "If you wanted some attention then all you had to do was ask. One has to wonder why you spend every weekend alone."

"Why I spend every weekend alone is no ones business but my own." She wasn’t about to admit that she did have her eyes set on someone. Then again perhaps this was a good way to find out if a certain someone did care about anyone special. "Perhaps, unlike some I actually prefer to spend my time with someone special."

"Oh, really? This I got to hear," Daphne loved gossip. She should have known there was a reason why Pansy had never tried to score with Draco. Almost every girl in Slytherin either sought out the blonde or Zambini. Draco was a decent shag but the one she had always wanted to get lucky with didn’t seem to realize she existed. What she wouldn’t give to taste a piece of the dark Slytherin. "Parkinson has her eye on someone."

"Please, do we really need to want to talk about this?" Draco sneered at the subject. "Do we really want to hear about her being infatuated?"

"What’s the matter Drakie? Are you jealous?" Daphne remarked. "One has to wonder why you won’t get serious with me or anyone else. Should Pansy expect an offer for her hand soon?"

"Not likely. I just don’t want to listen to this rubbish. Love, pfft, it’s nothing but a word one uses to coerce others to do what they want." Draco wasn’t going to let his emotions rule him. He didn’t get serious with anyone because he knew what would be expected of him soon. He’d have to find a pureblood witch to marry. If they could find a respectable relationship then he was fine with that. A snort of derision had him looking to his left. "What? Don’t tell me you agree with their nonsense of love. Please Blaise, I thought you’d know better."

"I don’t agree with you, if that is what you are asking." Blaise shifted in the seat so he was leaning back with an arm on the back. He wasn’t about to justify any feelings he may have to the blonde. He knew exactly how Malfoy was raised. His parents had married out of duty and had brought their only child up believing that it was how it was supposed to be.

"See, so who is she Blaise?" Daphne leaned forward hoping for him to admit it. "We know Malfoy is a git but what is your reason for slag hopping? Can’t manage to get the bird you want?"

"Why do you care?" He didn’t need to tell them who it was. That was his business. He would tell her when he was ready. It wasn’t like he was a coward. If he thought there was a chance she’d accept his courtship then he would have gotten around to asking her. His problem was sitting there talking shit. As soon as Parkinson got over her silly little crush on Malfoy, then he’d act.

"We’re curious," Draco wanted to point out that if the dark Slytherin loved someone it was hard to believe when he was often snogging a new dish every week or so. "Pray tell us about this girl. Not only is she not with you but you seem to have forgotten her easily last night while you had your tongue shoved down Hannah’s throat."

‘Well said,’ Pansy didn’t bother to speak lest she make some snide comment to draw the conversation back to herself. If Blaise really had a special girl in mind then that didn’t say much about this girl. How special could she be if he had no problem snogging others? Maybe she was better off not being the one he loved if that was how he acted.

"I didn’t ask for your opinion. My reasons are my own, she has nothing to do with it." Blaise wouldn’t allow them to talk down about the one person he cared about. "If you’re so curious I’ll have you know that I have my sights on someone very special. She’s a lot better than you. Beautiful, smart, and very clever. You only wish you could be half the witch she is."

"Figures, still extremely hard to please aren’t you."

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Midnight was fast approaching. The time read after ten, too soon. Pansy ran a hand over her skirt unsure if she was ready to be done with it. The mark upon her wrist was a nasty crimson color. The moon was rising high in the night sky. The plan was for her to meet Luna at eleven in front of the Great Hall. For the last two days she had watched the man she loved make out with some simple-minded Hufflepuff. As she walked down to the Common Room contemplating all the things she’d never experience he was still on the couch getting serious with the moaning troll. If that was his choice then there was nothing she could do to make him care about her. They had been friends for years but that was where it ended.

"With that pallor you should be sleeping, you look like hell." Draco took a sip of the butterbeer not caring to move from his position against the wall. The brunette turned to see him. The couch was taken so he was content to lean here and watch the show. They had a bet going on just how far the Hufflepuff would allow things to go while there was an audience. Blaise was betting on the girl allowing him to go all the way and Draco had bet fifty galleons that the girl would make him stop before it got that far.

"Thanks," she was only dying. If she had wanted to deny what was going to happen, this morning would have been all the proof she needed. Not only could she not digest any food but she felt like hell. Her stomach was constantly on fire. The toast she had eaten for breakfast had come back to bitch at her. As she stood next to her childhood friend she wanted to tell him what was going to happen. Even though she didn’t love him she would miss him terribly. Without thinking about it, she threw her arms around his throat. She couldn’t quite embrace him in this position but it was nice to feel the heat. Strong hands came down to wrap around her waist.

"What the hell? Pansy?" Shite, he didn’t need this. Draco sighed feeling her arms tighten trying to get a good grip around his shoulders. What had gotten into her? "Are you ill?"

"No, I just wanted to give you a hug." A nice goodbye. A memory to take with her. She turned towards the furniture willing herself to get the nerve to speak to the one person she didn’t want to leave. The hands removed themselves from her waist. From the moaning she didn’t think she’d be getting any type of affection from the other. Needing to see if it was pointless, she walked around to see if he’d allow her a minute of his time. Should she tell him how she felt? It was the one thing she hadn’t tried. The urge to tell him was strong. Even if he didn’t care for her, at least she could go knowing she had told him how she felt.

Not going to be easy. The dark Slytherin was laying on top of a barely seen female. Arse, she couldn’t see his hands, they were buried in clothing. From the way the tart was arching her back, fingers were probably messing with the one attribute Blaise had always told her she was lacking. So, he liked breasts. There were more to a girl than her brazier size. "Blaise, can I speak to you for a moment?"

What? Was she finished groping all over Malfoy? He pulled his face away from the too sweet smelling throat to send a scathing look towards her. If he didn’t continue then the girl would flee and he’d lose the bet. A female didn’t like it for the man she was snogging to stop to pay more attention to another girl. Besides, she had seemed just content to throw herself on the blonde. "I’m busy."

"I can see that," busy making an arse out of himself. What was so damn special about this one? She was just like all the others. Right, she’d bet Merlin’s left testicle that his someone special was the person that stared back at him every morning. Why couldn’t she have been like Lovegood and fallen for someone in Gryffindor? No, she had to fall for a blasted Slytherin. She had to love a self-centered, cold, unfeeling bastard that wouldn’t give her a spare second. "Please, it’s important."

"I’m sure whatever it is, it can wait until tomorrow. Go away, Parkinson." Or he’d lose his temper. She should go back to snogging Malfoy. The bloke looked more than happy to have her in his arms. If she could have fun then so could he. "Where were we?"

As if he could forget when the little troll clearly had her paws down his pants! Pansy scoffed and spun on her heels. Fuck this, he didn’t deserve to hear how she felt. If he wanted to keep playing the part of the Slytherin then so would she. With all the pride she could muster she stormed out of the Common Room. It was past curfew but she didn’t care. A quick charm would keep her from prying eyes long enough to make it to the appointed area.

Yesterday they had met up long enough to make plans on what to do. The last thing they both wanted was to not be found. Luna wanted her father to have closure. Pansy wasn’t sure if her parents gave a shite either way. Still, she did want to be put to rest. The idea of her corpse rotting at the bottom of the lake or in some unused classroom sent shivers down her spine. The fastest way to be found would be to go in a place where students were guaranteed to go. Luna had suggested the Great Hall. They would be found by breakfast.

"There you are," Luna spoke up from behind the statue. It was getting late and she wanted to get comfortable before it began. It was a shame she hadn’t been able to eat the meal she wanted. Her stomach didn’t seem to want any food. Perhaps her body was already aware of the fate for her soul.

"Not like I could skip out, this isn’t detention." This was an appointment that would be met. They walked in silence down the stairs. A few portraits grumbled as they went by with the lights. "Where is Filch?"

"Don’t worry, he’s sleeping in his office. I didn’t think we should be bothered." A quick charm had ensured the caretaker and his annoying cat wouldn’t be patrolling the castle tonight. The man hadn’t seen her, being busy eating pudding. Not that she had cared. When the man awoke she’d be gone so detention wasn’t one of her worries. Luna had chosen simple jeans and a pink sweater to wear. For some reason she didn’t want to meet her end wearing robes. All of her jewelry had been left in her trunks. Along with the one picture she had spent the last two hours staring at. Colin Creevey had taken one of Harry and she speaking during fifth year. It made her think of the many times they had spoken together alone. If only she had the courage to tell him how she felt. No good would come of it. All week she had watched him with Ginny. The two were in love, she wasn’t meant to intrude. She wanted to believe this was the reason the mirror had come to her. "I didn’t get to say goodbye to Harry. I tried yesterday but he rushed off saying he had to meet Ginny in the library. I would have liked to say goodbye."

"Some fifth year Hufflepuff was sucking all over my goodbye. It’s just as well, I refuse to cry. I may not be a Gryffindor but I will not cry over what cannot be changed." She’d cry once she reached wherever she was destined to go once this was over.

"Thank you," Luna reached down to grab a hand that was almost as small as her own. They weren’t the best of friends but they understood each other. Nothing stirred inside the Great Hall. Not even the tables were out. It was just a large empty room waiting for the early morning hours to arrive. "Where should we sit?"

"The middle, I refuse to have some idiotic first year stomping all over my corpse in his need to be the first to the table." Pansy walked to the middle of the room, well away from the doors. Sending a quick charm to prevent intruders, she plopped down on the cold floor. The lock should keep out most students but no one really had a reason to come here. As long as they were careful then they wouldn’t be found until morning. "Hm, better put up a silencing spell as well. I’m not sure about you but I’m already in some pain. Don’t want our screaming to draw unwanted attention."

Luna flicked her wand around them to see it done. It would drop when she was gone. Her chest tightened at that thought. She had survived being captured, a war and six years of being picked on. It would all fall down to this moment. She wouldn’t regret anything. Not even when it suddenly felt like a fire had went ablaze in her intestines.

"Fuccccc..." so gross. Pansy grimaced as the coppery scent filled her nose along with her mouth. It came so quick her hand only managed to get in the way as the blood rushed from her throat to spray the floor. Okay, it wasn’t as nasty as what the blonde had just jerked up. There was actually some kind of crimson mass fizzing on the stone.

If she’d known it’d be like this Luna would have asked the Slytherin to curse her. Crap, she’d hoped to look half presentable when she was found. She groaned and couldn’t help but lean forward as another wave hit hard. The chunks couldn’t be food, she didn’t have any food in her stomach to remove. At least she wasn’t the only one. Hers were more the size of fingernails. Poor Pansy let out a dying retch before something the size of a plum hit the floor. Minutes passed, then she disgraced herself. Who cared if her hair was being drug through the muck? Her bladder let go, without asking for permission. It actually burned as it drenched the jeans.

It was too much to hold herself upright. Pansy didn’t find much relief as her top eased down into the puddle of blood and vomit. This was what she was being reduced to, how ironic. The pain in her torso made it difficult to care that she had just wet herself. Were all of her organs rebelling? "Oh gods, please make it stop."

Luna wished she could. Not only for herself but for the friend she had made during the war. She wouldn’t wish this on anyone. Every limb felt like it was being ripped apart. The worst part was her chest. If this came anywhere close to having a heart attack then she could understand why it killed. The pounding erupted in her ears, making it hard to focus on anything but the sound. Why couldn’t it have been like falling asleep? It felt like her heart was being shredded.

"Don’t leave," she was scared. It hurt and she didn’t want to die. Knowing she wasn’t going alone helped to appease her fear somewhat. They had never been too close but Luna was here, when she needed someone the most. Despite the pain it created to move she slid her hand across the space that separated them. She had fallen face first into the blood, the blonde was upon her back.

"Never," was it over? Luna managed to slide her hand underneath the cold fingers and give a squeeze before a ragged breath escaped the other girl then nothing. No other sound came from the Slytherin. As the tear she swore not to shed rolled down to hit the floor. Luna thought it was okay to cry. After all, her own tears were streaming as a sharp pain brought about total darkness.

Please read and review....Please? Or something.

Okay to answer a review (the first) here.... Did I not make their dying clear enough? A question, no rudeness implied. They were cursed and since it was not broken it took effect. the entire part where they are in pain and vomiting chunks and blood, losing control of their organs. I don't get where it is implied that they killed each other??? they just died together. AKA their bodies gave way under the curse. Is anyone else confused? if I need to rewrite due to causing a lot of confusion please let me know.

Also, this new setup has me confused. is there a way to turn on anon. reviews??
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