She walked through the starry night.

He walked through the shivering grounds.

Pain shudders through the grounds.

She, the lost girl.

He, the dead boy.

Whispers shared under the moonlight.

"Draco." The pain runs through every strained note.

"Why do you hate me?" Blond hair on both of the figures ripples.

"Draco, I don't."

A kiss, a cry, a single tear.

All of the things that build pain.

"You do so,"
Silence. Another kiss.

"Never in a million days would I hate you,"

"Thanks, Moon,"
Just another word for Luna.

"Not a problem, Dragon,"
Moon and Dragon together in the sky.

Luna and Draco together, connected by hands.