A prickling sensation travelled down the length of his spine; he was uneasy, an unusal emotion for him. The train had juddered to a halt, yet they were nowhere near Hogwarts. He looked into the grubby glass of the window, past the reflection of his pale skin and fair hair. Outside the window, he could see nothing but desolate trees and a burning sun. Suddenly, a loud yell erupted from a nearby carriage. He leapt to his feet, whirling the door open to see the source of the commotion. A tall figure in a dark cloak was attempting to push past a tall boy with a round-ish face and dark hair. The boy was yelling.
"Why do you want to take her? WHAT HAS SHE DONE TO YOU?"
The cloaked figure then lost what composure he had left, yanked out his wand and hexed the boy. He fell to the ground, convulsing in agony. It was horrifying to watch. But what came next was far worse.
The figure reached into the carriage and hauled out a girl by her arm, then began dragging her along the corridor towards him. But it was not just any girl. A girl with waist-length dirty-blonde hair, holding a copy of "The Quibbler". It was her. His breath caught in his throat, whilst a million thoughts pulsed through his head at once. He didn't know who was taking her, or where, or why, but he couldn't let it happen.
He stepped out in front of the shadowed man, blocking his way. The man looked up and snarled at him.
"Get out of my way you brat!" He hissed.
Instead of drawing his wand to non-verbally hex him, Draco did the first thing that came into his head. He punched the hooded man in the face. He crumpled to the ground in pain, clutching his bloody nose.
Draco then grabbed Luna's hand and ran with her, to the end of the carriage. She stopped him, and stared at him with her silvery-white eyes.
"Why did you do that?" She spoke with a soft voice.
"Because I couldn't bear to watch him hurt you." His voice was low, and wracked with pain.
"It's alright, the nargles would have got him first." She smiled warmly at him, making a tingling sensation start in his chest. Her hand felt light and warm in his.
She hadn't tried to pull away from him, because she enjoyed the feeling of their hands touching. She had noticed him staring at her for a long time, but had never acted on it. She was no good for him; she was not part of his world, nor would she ever be. Why did he have to act on it now, when it would cost him dearly? She couldn't bear to see him hurt. But she had to. She had to, for his own good.
Suddenly, she was standing much closer to him, and staring into his eyes, her silver orbs boring into his soul. She reached up to touch his cheek, and he placed his free hand on her waist. She then kissed him gently, her lips soft against his. He never wanted this moment to end. But it had to. Swiftly, she pulled her wand out of her pocket as she saw the hooded figure haul himself up.
"PETRIFICUS TOTALUS!"
Draco crumpled to the floor, immobilised by Luna's spell. The cloaked man then rushed at her, and grabbed her. He flung her over his shoulder, and marched in the direction that he had came.
"I'm sorry…" her mouth formed the words that broke his heart, as he lay there frozen on the floor.