A.N.:-Dedication to lovely Tris (TrisanaChandler13)

This is my first ever Druna so please I would love all your comments and constructive criticism.

Prompts used:falling, death, truth

Black Rose And Clandestine Hope

Draco

She is everywhere it seems.

In the passageways, in the halls, in the classes, in the Quidditch Practices, you wonder whether she notices.

Her eyes are same silvery grey, her smile still dazed.

But there are flashes when she loses the dreamy daze and it seems that she is back being tortured. It is just a moment. A little split second, yet, it is there.

Her dirty blonde hair no longer hung loose to her back but was tied in a practical plait.

She had matured in her own twisted way.

But you felt like somehow she should have retained her innocence, that dreamy daze. It is like the death of hope in your eyes.

She still talks about all those creatures, which most consider imaginary. But you believe she will find them, because she has got the nerve to do it.

There had been others who were being tortured in your ancestral home. The place had the thick aura of darkness.

Sometimes you can still hear her screams at the dark manor or in your dreams.

Her memory haunts you, because you know that she mattered to you.

In your sixth year, when your life had been a dilemma, an elegy, a lamentation to the loss of your ignorance, her careless and dreamy ways had given you hope that somehow in this world, innocence will persist, everything will turn out for the best. Whether you would survive to see it or not had been secondary.

You wonder if she knows that she changed you. You wonder if she knows you follow her every move to the point of being a pathetic stalker. You wonder if she knows you wanted to save her.

Hate Potter or not, you will always be grateful that Potter saved her that very night, because your Aunt had planned a fate worse than death for her.

The truth no matter how much you want to deny is that you love her. It is not just an infatuation or guilt, you believe it to be.

Your mother noticed, honestly, there is nothing you can hide from her. But you don't want her pity, you want no one's pity.

The decision about your life has been made, you were on two opposite sides. Fighting against each other. She won't even give you a time of her day. So it was preposterous to even wonder whether she notices or not.

Luna

He tries to hide it.

He tries to hide it that he has changed, he has changed his ways and beliefs.

Even Hermione has noticed it, even Ginny says something has changed. They think it's just loser's remorse, or even guilt at times.

But his aura says something different. Something deep, something strong... almost as if he is passionate... passionate about you. There is this flick, for a slight second, there is that hope...

It is unlike the pity you receive. Yes, guilt is there but there is something more deep. Something you can't place.

In the past, it was never a problem for you to go and approach people. Tell them what you feel like, or get some answers. But he... he is different.

You want to get to know him. You want to talk to him. Tell him you notice the change. Tell him that you are falling... falling in love with him.

But something holds you back.

Something tells you he won't reciprocate.

But that changed, with the arrival of the black rose.

You received it as an owl dropped it at you in the Great Hall. There wasn't a moment's confusion within your mind, as your eyes searched for his.

Four grey eyes met, and you nodded at him giving a small smile.

His expressionless facade changed, and hope lightened his features.

And you hoped, too.