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Luna ran through a maze of twisting dark thorns. From every corner she could hear Amycus cackling and calling her ‘sweet’, and Blaise’s dark voice saying ‘crucio’. Suddenly she fell down a hole after a white rabbit that had opened up in the ground. She had managed to create an escape from this continued torture as she floated down, a blue dress with an apron billowing out around her. She landed in a warm colorful room, with Blaise appearing slowly, his white teeth gleaming in the bright lights, twisting from a sickening grin to an expression of worry and anguish as the rest of him slowly materialized outward. She approached him carefully, not sure if she had really brought him there, or if this was just another trick of the nightmare.
He looked up.
“Luna,” he whispered, her name a prayer on his lips. “Oh Luna, I’m so sorry. What did he do to you?”
Luna shuddered at the thought.
“I’ll show you,” she squeaked in a tiny scared voice, “But I’m not going to relive it.”
“I would never ask that of you.” He promised, tangling his fingers through hers, and giving her a comforting squeeze.
She screwed her eyes shut and clamped her hands over her ears as she seized control of the dream, twisting it to show Blaise the horrid events of less than an hour before.
When it was over and she removed her hands and opened her eyes, Blaise’s strong arms were wrapped around her, his eyes boring into hers.
“I’m going to kill him. I’m going to fucking kill him. I’m going to stare into his eyes as he dies slowly, and he will know that every second of torture I make him endure was based solely on this moment.”
“Blaise,” She began, then stopped, unsure of what to say. He pulled her onto his lap and she burst into tears, soaking the shoulder of his robes. “I’m so scared!” She bawled.
Blaise held her tight, stroking her hair. “I promise I’ll keep you safe. And unlike yesterday’s promise, I will keep this one. I’m done being weak.”
“I’m scared to be alone! He could come at any time!”
“Then I’ll stay with you. I won’t let him touch you. I swear on my life.”
“Thank you, Blaise.” She said through her tears. He held her and whispered sweet nothings into her hair until she could cry no more.
Falling asleep in the dream, she woke up in the real world, and woke Blaise as she sat up with a sour taste in her mouth. Looking down, she realized that her robes weren’t the cleanest anymore either.
“I need a bath,” she said to the room. “I need to wash his filth and the vomit off me.”
Blaise flushed. “Umm, er, what do you want me to do, I mean, you said you didn’t want to be alone, but I don’t think you’d appreciate me sitting beside you while you, er, um, bathe. Er, in the nude…”
Luna giggled a little at his awkwardness, but was seriously contemplating his very valid question.
“Could you maybe disillusion me, but stay next to me?”
“Er, ok.” He gulped.
She felt the spell take over, and walked over to the tub that the room had provided, full of warm water and bubbles, as a lavender scent filled the room, and her favorite shampoo and body wash sat next to the enticing bath. She shucked off her clothes, folding her undergarments into her robes, so they weren’t on display.
Blaise had walked closer, cautiously, because he couldn’t see where she was. She set down her clothing, watching as it disappeared, probably courtesy of the house elves, and she stepped into the warm froth. She sunk into the foam, letting the warm water help her relax. She sighed, and leaned back, smiling at Blaise’s discomfort, fidgeting on a chair, trying not to look her way.
She washed all the nasty filth off her body, and the bit of vomit out of her hair. When she stepped out, she was surrounded by a whirl of wind, mostly drying her, although her hair was still damp. She walked over to her bed, where clothes, clothes that actually fit her, were sitting. She began to dress herself, grateful that each garment disappeared along with her as she grabbed it.
“I’m done,” she told Blaise. “Can you remove the charm?”
Luna walked over to him, touching his arm so he would know where she was.
In an instant she was visible once more, fully bathed and dressed.
“Thank you,” she whispered, hugging him.
“You’re welcome, but what for?”
“Everything.”
The couch from the fireplace moved behind them and they sat down, and it slid back to its original position. They sat there for a while, embracing, with her in his lap, his hands in her hair, and the occasional tear wetting his shoulder.
“I’m so sorry-” Blaise started, but Luna pressed a finger to his lips, startling him quite a bit.
“It’s ok. You did what was best. You did what you needed to do, even though you didn’t want it to happen. And then you helped me.” She smiled. “Oh, and also, I can feel that,” she giggled, straddling him and lightly ground into his growing hardness.
Blaise looked away, turning redder than she had ever seen him. She turned his face back with two fingers, forcing him to look at her, though his eyes kept darting away.
“I think it’s rather funny.” For the first time outside of the dream, Luna brought her lips to his, yanking him forward by the front of his shirt. He groaned into her mouth and she laughed, gasping as he tangled his fingers further into her hair, pulling her even closer. Her hands were now caressing his back under his shirt, and he pulled back a few inches.
“Are you sure this is ok? I mean after…”
Luna answered by pulling him even closer, closing the gap once more. The couch widened into a bed, and they broke off in a surprised laugh.
“Luna, fuck. I think your nargles might be here. My brain is feeling a little fuzzy.”
“Hmm, me too,” she replied dreamily, pulling him up towards her again. He laughed, reciprocating the kiss once more. “Mmm, fuck, Blaise. Fuck, I love you.” She mumbled into his mouth. She sucked in a breath as his teeth grazed her bottom lip hungrily, and she pushed herself closer.
As her lips devoured his, her hands pushed up his shirt and explored his back further, scraping fingernails over sinuous muscles. He exhaled sharply, and pulled her as close as physically possible, his hands tugging at her hair so frantically that it would’ve hurt if she didn’t enjoy it so much. He was moaning her name into her mouth, but the half formed thought of that word made her pull away. He saw the fear in her eyes, and immediately tried to roll out from under her.
“I’m so sorry Luna, I shouldn’t have…”
“No, it’s ok. It’s not your fault. I don’t regret it. Wait, do you?” She began to get a bit frantic, “I’m sorry! I’m sorry you didn’t want it, I-”
“Luna, I don’t regret it a bit. I’m just sorry that happened so soon after…”
Luna hugged herself, and shifted back a bit so she was sitting on his legs and he could sit up. He tentatively reached his arms around her, and she lunged towards him, wrapping her arms around his torso. The bed had turned back to a couch so they could sit comfortably.
“I won’t let him do anything to you.” He vowed.
For the second night in a row, they fell asleep on that couch, together, as one.