Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
Summary: He always knew she was loony. Not crazy or maniacal like his aunt. Just loony. In a good way.
A/N: A tribute to my two favorite characters from Rowling's universe (no, this is not a romance). And to Simon and Garfunkel for their brilliant music.
Disclaimer: I am obviously not a British millionaire author.
"Are you going to Scarborough Fair?"
Draco ran a hand through his hair as he eyed the other blonde. She was singing some muggle song he couldn't recognize, obviously, and was braiding strands of her hair.
Luna Lovegood. Waist length, messy blonde hair that reminded everyone of sunshine. Dazed blue eyes which seemed to penetrate the soul, yet seem to be staring at something else entirely. Loony- not crazy or maniacal like his aunt Bellatrix, mind you, just a little loony. In a good way. She was the personification of sunlight, unlike her namesake.
She was an enigma.
"Where is Potter?"
He was trying, really he was, to be heartless and cruel. To be like the persona he had created for himself at Hogwarts. Handsome. Cold. Immaculately dressed with his platinum blonde hair perfectly combed. Gray eyes known to weaken the knees of many a female with one glance. He was cold blooded. Just like his namesake. He hoped.
"Parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme…"
Draco sighed. If his aunt were in charge of interrogating the prisoners, Luna would be writhing in pain right now. But Draco managed to convince his father that he was the most suitable candidate for the task. He had so much to ask her-did the world hate him? Were any of the Weasels dead? Was there hope for the other side? Hope for him?
"I asked you a question."
He tightened his grip on his wand. He had been practicing his legilimency lately. He'd need to make eye contact. Perhaps use the Imperius curse if she didn't cooperate. Draco sincerely hoped she would cooperate. But he wouldn't feel any remorse if it came down to using the Unforgivable curses-there was a reason the Dark mark was burned on to his flesh, after all.
"I heard you. But it is rather tiring to repeat myself several times each day that I don't know where my friend is."
He looked up into her eyes. She was staring directly at him, no trace of her trademark dazed look, and he almost lost his nerve. Almost.
"Legilimens."
He sifted through her memories. Worrying about her best friend when she disappeared for hours with no memory of what she had done. Curiosity mixed with a little fear when she heard about Sirius Black. Sorrow at Cedric's death and relief that her hero was alive. Excitement when the boy-who-lived sat in her compartment. Pleasure when he asked her to Slughorn's party. Jealousy when he chose her best friend over her. Guilt for caring more about where he had gone off to with her friend instead of the dead body in front of her. Disappointment that Draco didn't trust her to tell the truth, rather than anger at his blatant violation of privacy.
"I told you I didn't know. I don't lie."
He turned away. Of course she didn't lie. He was a liar. He lied to everyone- to his supposed friends, to his family, to her, to himself. But never his mother. He turned back around with a smirk.
"It seems to me that someone fancies Harry Potter."
She was humming that tune again, avoiding his eyes. She had escaped from her reality, but he never could. Or wouldn't.
"Remember me to one who lives there…"
She wasn't going to answer any more questions, he could tell. But then, there were none left to ask. He couldn't leave though. Not without letting her taste some of his misery.
"SHUT UP!"
He wanted to force her back into reality. He couldn't. He turned around, leaving the dungeon, leaving that lone ray of sunlight.
"She once was a true love of mine…"
She was an enigma.
She was loony.
In a good way.