AU: Hola! Nice meeting you all. Don't you all just love the snatcher as he's running around in his tight pants? Well? Here's a fic just for you who love him, and also you who love that blonde witch with her dreamy voice. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Topic: A Luna Appreciation Fanfic;

Theme/Plotbunny: This is a Luna Dungeon fic, rated mature. LunaxScabior

Always good value

I

Scabior was out of the sorts. He thrashed his glass of firewhiskey aside, listening to how the glass broke as it hit the floor, and cursing silently under his breath as he made his way through the Malfoy Manor. Today he'd been reminded of his weaknesses again and it annoyed him, made anger rise in his chest. It had been Potter's little friend who had reminded him that he was, after all, a man. It had happened a lot lately. He'd been snatching bloodtraitors, killing muggles and attacking young children. His heart had made itself known each time, sending him a pang of pain that made him realise he wasn't a cold killer like everyone expected him to be. If he were to survive this war he'd have to keep up the pretence, but he doubted if he could. If the Dark Lord found out that his favourite snatcher had any feelings left whatsoever he'd be dead before he could blink.

Absentmindedly, Scabior found himself walking straight into the path of Lucius, meeting him on top of the stairs that lead to the dungeons. He was angry that he had been reminded of his emotions, upset that he'd not been able to please his fellow Death Eaters and annoyed by the fact that Bellatrix had scolded him. And now worse, they'd almost had the famous boy who lived and his two friends, if they hadn't gotten away. So easily. Much too easily. Scabior was just glad they didn't suspect him of helping them flee.

The blonde wizard seemed shabby, slightly tipsy and enormously depressed. He and the snatcher had been friends for a long while, the experiences of Azkaban only driving them closer, and Scabior could feel his more humane side being concerned about his friend's health.

"Lucius, sir, 'ow 'ave you been?"

The four prisoners stirred when they could hear voices. Luna looked over her shoulder, glancing at the bars of their prison as if she could see the men to whom the voices belonged. Of course she couldn't for the men were standing on top of the stairs and out of their field of vision. Ollivander blew his cheeks and started to rock back and forth, while Griphook only showed a frown of concern. The four of them were seated in a circle on the cold stone floor, playing silly games to pass the time. Dean was leaning on his elbows but now sat up in a more active position. The four of them were alert as the low male voices echoed throughout the dungeon.

"Horrible, but no need to tell." Lucius knew he had to be careful with what he said for they were always watched by their lord. "I've been failing Narcissa and Draco." Scabior clicked his tongue. "There's not much ye could 'ave done about tha', Lucius. You've given it your all." Lucius silently nodded, unaware that the prisoners downstairs could hear every single word.

"We need to find out Potter's whereabouts or we're doomed."

"Most specifically, you'd be doomed."

"Yeah, I know." Scabior huffed for he did not like the thought of him being punished for the boy's escape. After all it had been Bellatrix who'd let the trio escape. She should have sent them to the cellar, or she should have summoned the Dark Lord.

"I guess we're both not favourites anymore." Lucius replied and the snatcher eyed him warily. He knew Lucius had been happily yapping to his son about handing Potter to the Lord. But hadn't it been him who had caught the boy. He had deserved the actual reward. Not that it mattered anymore.

"But," There was a slight pause, "I've 'eard there was someone in the dungeon, an 'ogwarts student."

Lucius smirked. "Yes, one Luna Lovegood. She's been to Hogwarts. It's said she and Potter might have been friends." Scabior's eyes started to twinkle. Perhaps there was a chance for him to survive still. "All right then. I'll go and 'ave meself a nice little chat with 'er."

He greeted Lucius and went to descend the stairs.

Lucius watched him go and grinned. He hoped for Scabior that the girl would talk.

Luna, having heard the conversation, quickly had crawled into a corner of the room and had tried to make herself look as small as possible. She did not want to be taken for interrogation, it always ended in pain. And by the sound of the angry voice of her soon to be torturer it would be more than she could bear.

"You, girl, I need you." He said as he marched into the dungeon. A Death Eater had appeared behind him, guarding the gate which was now open. Luna crawled further away from him and tried not to look up. Of course Scabior had noticed her huddled frame in the corner and forcefully grabbed her arm, hauling her up to her feet and earning a hiss from Dean who had stepped forward to protect Luna, but Griphook clutched his goblin arms around the boy's legs and he had no choice but to stay at a fair distance of the blonde witch.

Luna was still looking away from the snatcher whose eyes twinkled at the sight of the girl in front of him. She had long blonde hair, a fair skin and luscious lips. And then there was her scent. He leant closer to her, closing his eyes as he inhaled her scent, his breath tickling the skin of her neck and his nose brushing past her yellow locks.

She smelled sweet, he mused, of flowers and sunlight. The witch, in turn, had squeezed her eyes shut and held her breath, waiting for the snatcher to pull himself away again. At his closeness she could smell him, wood and oil, a wild scent that made her wonder for a moment whether he might have been in contact with nargles.

The other prisoners fell silent at the sight. The snatcher was scaring them, all of them. His behaviour was unexpected and eccentric. Finally he retracted his head and opened his eyes again.

Only now Luna dared to open her eyes and turn her head slightly to look at him, now that he had pulled away and increased his distance she felt it was save again. At first she had expected for him to slap her for her behaviour. She had tried to hide from him and not obeyed his commands. A Death Eater didn't like to ask his victim twice.

Her dreamy grey eyes locked with his blue piercing ones. Scabior's jaw clenched. The girl had finally opened her eyes and it had made him aware of something very unpleasant. A twitching, a throbbing, within his pants. Something which never bothered him, something he never felt. Something which reminded him he was only a man. And he could not tolerate for the girl to have such an effect on him. His hand shot up to her cheek, then slowed in its movements.

" 'ello beautiful, don't be scared." He gently stroked a knuckle past her cheek.

Luna's eyes widened in shock. She wondered what he was going to do with her. He'd marched into the dungeon, angry and demanding, hauled her to her feet and scoffed at her as he was irritated, and suddenly sniffed her and turned all gentle on her. It confused her greatly. 'Perhaps the nargles did eat his brain after all.' She mused silently, her eyes betraying her distraction.

"You're just going to tell me a few things."

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Scabior: ... I don't think I ever met 'er... - shakes his head-

Au: Shut up. Just run and look your best - grins evilly-