🏷️ Tags: Luna Lovegood/Blaise Zabini, Established Relationship, Battle of Hogwarts, Hurt/No Comfort
Summary:
War is especially difficult if your lover fights on the opposite side.
Blaise knows this first hand. If could just abandon his friends, would’ve. He knows that if Luna were to ask him to leave them for her, he would’ve done it in a heartbeat.
But Luna, his darling Luna, is exceptionally kind. She’d never do that to him.
And he hates it.
Author's Note:
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In the midst of the ongoing war against Voldemort, Luna found herself in the middle of the seventh-year students scrambling towards the death eaters. She looked around finding a certain Slytherin when someone yanked her arm, leading her towards an abandoned corridor.
The person who pulled her away from the battle suddenly stopped and turned to face her. Strong arms stopped Luna from bumping into the person.
She was met with familiar eyes before it clicked.
“Blaise!”
Blaise immediately shushed her, afraid that someone might see them. He checked the corridor twice before he turned his attention to her.
“Hi, my love. I’m sorry I pulled you without asking. Are you alright?”
Blaise shifted his gaze towards her face, narrowing down on the dried blood coming from her hair that he didn’t notice before.
He reached out to wipe some of the still wet spots of blood out of her face. Luna leaned into his touch.
Blaise remembered every single second of the Carrows’ punishment to Luna earlier that day.
As per his mother’s ‘request’, he stuck to the Carrows’ side “to be protected against the Dark Lord’s wrath.” He was surprised that Luna was brought into a classroom rearranged to be a punishment room by a smirking sixth-year Slytherin trying to win the favor of the Carrows.
“I found this one loitering outside during class hours,” the jerk said. Blaise wanted to knock the mother fucker out so bad.
Because Luna was a well-known supporter of Harry Potter, the Carrows did not hold back. He counted five casts of Crucio towards Luna. He had to physically stop himself from strangling the wicked twins as Luna’s head hit the ground.
No one has told him how hard it was to see someone you love in pain.
He just stood there. He just stood there like an idiot, and he couldn’t be more guilty as he is at that moment.
“I’m sorry the Carrows did this to you, my love.” He said, his tears threatening to fall. “I’m sorry I couldn’t stop them. I’m sorry.”
He continued his litany of apologies until Luna removed his hand from her face and held them gently in front of her.
“Darling, you have nothing to apologize for.”
At that moment, Blaise realized that no matter what he has done and will do in the future, Luna will always love him. And he hates it.
He hates that she makes it so easy for him to love her. He doesn’t deserve someone like her, whose love is unwavering and unconditional. He does not deserve her. He does not-
A loud crash echoed around the walls of the corridor, interrupting his train of thought. He was brought back to the reality of the war currently happening.
“I see another infestation of wrackspurts in your hair, my darling.” Luna suddenly said, as if nothing was happening around them.
Blaise chuckled at her, grasping at the normalcy of the situation.
He wanted to stay within the corridor, to forget about the battle currently taking place. He wanted to stay with her.
But alas, he must face reality. He remembered Draco asking him to come down to the dungeons.
Once more, he reached out to Luna. He gently placed a strand of her snow white hair behind her ear. He guided her gaze to his.
“When all of this is over, I’ll come back to you. You can get rid of the wrackspurts for me, my love.”
Luna nodded slightly and gave him a smile.
Blaise pressed their heads together, displaying their final act of intimacy before they ran and fought for different sides of the war.
He closed his eyes as he listened for her breathing, a last reminder for him that she was alive in his arms.
“Go, my darling. I’ll wait for you at our spot.”
With that, he let go of her and ran towards the dungeons.
He didn’t bother turning back because he knew that if he did, he'd pick Luna and escape this war with her.
But if he did, he would’ve seen Luna crying for the first time since her mother died.
#project hail mary
#lana del rey
