Draco Malfoy sat in the pile of rubble. Hogwarts had crumbled around him, and there was nothing he could've done to stop it. Nine years ago, he wouldn't cared about the destruction of Hogwarts. He would've laughed and mocked all the students. That made him sick. Sure he may not have been liked, but at least people had acknowledged his presence. When he was growing up he lacked the one thing all children need. Love. Narcissa was always carrying out his father's orders and his father just thought of him as a miniature version of himself. Which he was. He wanted to run and hide. Hide from this mess, hide from everything that he had been a part of. Because he didn't want to be Draco Malfoy at the moment. Not anymore. His head fell down into his own lap. Then suddenly, footsteps came up behind him. Draco didn't look behind him. It was probably an Auror, come to take him away. Instead, gentle hands touched his shoulder. "Draco Malfoy?" He turned around.
"Lovegood?" he said. The teenage girl was standing behind him. Soft waves of pale blond hair cascaded down her face, framing her eyes. Her silvery - blue eyes glowed like the moon, but they looked sad as well. As she crouched down, her radish earrings whipped around her face and she said gently, "Yes. Are you ok Draco?"
"Of course I'm fine Lovegood." Draco said forcefully, but as he turned away, Luna caught a tear falling out of his eye.
