Luna walked slowly up the aisle of the old church; her footsteps padded of off the stone walls and echoed all around her as she looked up at the great stained glass window. She had read about muggle churches, but she had never once been inside one, she had never realised how beautiful it could be.

Amongst the dust and dirt particles that fogged the air around them, something else, something very different suddenly sparkled.

'You’re pathetic’ he whispered to the sick looking face ‘a weak, pathetic excuse'

He heaved the cover off of himself and smoothed down the clothes he fell asleep in. He had been mulling over thoughts in his head for the past couple of hours. Thoughts that would get him into an immense amount of trouble if anyone ever found out.

‘Tell me Draco, why do you come in here every night? Why do you watch through those bars?’

Her nose filled with that familiar musky scent of mixed herbs and the slight smell of bonfire, and was aware that Severus was stood right behind her. It was an odd smell to crave, to hope for when she woke up in the mornings, but a smell she loved none the less.

‘I don’t know what’s going to happen’ he said quietly before they walked up the stairs ‘Block it out, okay. Just... try not to think about it, whatever my father has planned. And- and don’t scream... try not to scream... that’s all he ever wants’

‘If you did do this truly to escape... you could have done it before now, and If Luna means as much to you as you put on you would have gotten her out long before today, long before she could get into the state she is in now!’ he shouted.
 
 

 ‘I think you may have just been saved from all your sins Lucius’ he whispered'
 
 

They didn’t know what she now knew, she knew the fragility of one’s own morality