Recently, the evenings had been more cheerful. The days were finally beginning to feel like summer and every evening was magical and could embark on a new tale. The dark lord himself had now perished. Dementors no longer guarded Azkaban, all the death eaters – except the Malfoys and some other Hogwarts students - were being rounded up like cattle, and everything was just perfect.
 
 

Draco looked up, wiping away the tears. Luna was standing their, although she had her shoes as usual she was walking barefooted. Draco actually smiled, as for some reason this amused him.
 

Each player took their positions. The balls were released and the games began. Draco kept back and started flying around looking for the snitch. It was odd that no one seemed to be commentating. This was the perfect match; it had to be it was his last chance to play quidditch.


 

Draco was sitting by Luna in the hospital ward. She was still asleep, but Draco felt he was still looking after her. The rest of the hospital was empty, so he was alone with an unconscious Luna. He liked the peacefulness and quietness of the atmosphere. He could here himself think.
 
 

Draco was sitting on the Slytherin couch. Just then he heard a girl outside the common room struggling to get in. Draco went and opened the door. Luna was standing there.