Draco Malfoy was cold. Luna Lovegood, two years after their first interesting date, was still trying to melt his icy heart. He had built a wall between himself and the rest of the world, refusing to let people get close. He wasn't broken, though; he wasn't beyond help. He was just scared.
He would never admit it to anyone including himself, but he was scared. After what happened when Voldemort returned again, he was labeled a social pariah. People still were wary of him, shying away from him whenever he came around. His aloof nature made it easier for the people with little minds, no forgiveness, and smaller insight to what had i really /i happened.
Luna had been in the forefront of the war, being a prisoner of war for a time. She didn't feel like a i victim /i however most days. Realizing she couldn't quite understand what had drove Draco's father to do as he did, but i Draco /i hadn't done anything that wasn't driven by a powerful and child-like fear.
Luna wondered if Draco stuck around, despite his frequently cold nature, because he understood she at least tried to understand his motives of his actions. She tried to understand i him /i .
Sitting down on the couch as she waited for his always late arrival, Luna found herself in deep thought. The changes in their relationship was feelings of understand and acceptance evolving into more. Into something deeper that even Luna was reluctant to name. She was reluctant to make these evolving feelings concrete in her own mind or soul.
She pulled her legs unto the couch besides her and wrapped her arms around her knees. Dropping her chin on top of her knees, she sighed. He'd still be another ten minutes at least, not wanting to seem eager for their night. But when his eyes shone their deepest grey she knew he i was /i was eager as she was, because he couldn't hide his feelings like he thought he could. He was an open book to her; his cold attitude just an outward wall that she was already crashing through.
Bringing down his wall was her goal that evening. She wanted to be the hot lightening bolt in the snow of his being, melting it away until all there was left was a warm liquid, free flowing and open for all the world to see.
Or at the least open for i her /I to see without even the barest hint of a wall protecting him.
She wasn't there to hurt him. She was there to i help /i him.
When there was a small, almost timid knock on the door, Luna bolted upright. He was on time. Standing up, she straightened her robes and went to the door, jumping at the second knock on the door. Opening it and half-expecting to see someone other than Draco Malfoy standing there, she couldn't help but smile when she saw who it was.
"Hello Draco. You're… on time," Luna said in a dreamily voice that did nothing to mask her excitement at the progress.
He was strong and statuesque, barely blinking as he was stood there silently. Soaking in his hard, cold features, she felt a rush of warm course through her. His regal features did nothing to justify his cold demeanor. His grey eyes were dark and warm, contrasting with the rest of him.
He was perfect to her.
Reaching up, she stroked his face, looking to his eyes deeply. Abruptly, she pulled back, knowing this was the night lightening was going to strike, and as everyone knew, lightening didn't strike twice. "Come in and have some wine."