Draco stared at his unmoving wife.

Astoria Malfoy looked almost peaceful. If not for the fact that she had tubes and IV's coming out of every orifice.

Two months. Two bloody months of watching her sleep.

He was sick and tired of it.

They had already been through four nurses; each one giving up on his stubborn ways, and irrational behaviour.

The last one walked out on him last night.

Today, the hospital was sending out a new nurse, with the warning that Draco should allow them to do their job without his input. Draco ran a hand through his silvering blonde hair and sighed.

They still didn't know what had caused her to fall into the coma.

The Healer's best bet had been a spell; something that sent her into a deep and unblinking sleep.

Could they wake her up? They had given him hope; and now Draco saw that it was blind faith.

He was beginning to wonder whether Astoria would ever open her eyes again.

Draco doubted it very much.

"I'm going out."

Draco turned to see his son leaning against the doorway.

"Where?"

"What do you care?" Scorpius rolled his stormy grey eyes.

"Scorpius," Draco's tone dropped dangerously, "Don't play with me."

"Oh come on dad, give it up."

Draco watched as his son turned away from him and with a flick of his wand, apparated to god knows where.

"Shit," He muttered under his breath.

The last thing he needed right now was his son being irrationally pissed off at him; but for some reason Scorpius had been acting like that for more than a few weeks now.

Draco was becoming tired of it.

He turned back to his sleeping wife. Her beautiful features were uncharacteristically gentle.

If she had been awake, there would be a tight frown on her face. Her lips would be pulled low, her eyebrows dipped into a scowl.

He stared at his booted feet. His son hated him and his wife had slipped into a coma.

Draco felt like what little family he had, was falling apart at the seams.

Not that Astoria had ever been a pillar of strength and love, but she was at least someone to spend time with.

A loud bang shook Draco from his thoughts and he looked up, startled, to find a woman a little younger than himself standing at his doorway.

"Draco Malfoy?" Her big blue eyes and long dirty blonde hair were so familiar, but Draco couldn't quite place her.

"Yes that's me," He rose a brow, "And you are?"

"Your new nurse." She looked at Astoria, "Or rather, her new nurse."

"Did I give you permission to apparate into my bedroom?"

The woman shook her head, "No."

"So then," He began, standing, "Why did you do so?"

"Because I figured I'd be doing a lot more of it."

Draco's eyes widened, "What do you mean?"

"I'll be taking care of Mrs. Malfoy," The strange woman smiled gently, "So you'll have to get used to me." She stepped inside the bedroom, her long blonde hair swinging carelessly from side to side.

Draco stared at her as she dropped her suitcase onto a chair and began unpacking things.

"Who are you?"

"I've told you silly," She laughed, "I'm your wife's nurse."

"But who are you?" Draco knew that he recognised her; those big blue eyes were far too familiar.

"Oh." She turned then, her rosebud mouth turned up into a sort of, but not quite, smirk, "My name is Luna. Luna Lovegood."

"Looney!" Draco's mouth dropped open, "Oh my God!"

"Luna," She corrected tiredly, "I do think we're past all that Looney nonsense, Draco."

"My, my, my." Draco's eyes raked over her, "You have changed."

"I don't know whether I should be flattered or not," Her trademark dreamy smile slipped onto her lips, and Draco wondered how he hadn't been able to place her before.

"I can't believe it."

And he couldn't.

Hadn't Luna Lovegood been short and stocky, with straggly blonde hair that kept falling into her murky blue eyes?

Before him stood a woman. Albeit, she still had that kooky air about her, but she had certainly grown into her figure. Draco almost regretted never having slept with her.

He laughed at his own thoughts.

"Am I amusing to you?"

"Oh sorry," He shook his head, "No don't mind me just…thinking."

"Mmm." And then under her breath she muttered, "Must be the Nargles."

Draco decided to ignore the last part, "So you are Astoria's nurse then?"

"That I am." Luna picked up a clipboard and pen and placed it at the foot of Astoria's bed, "You'll be seeing a lot more of me around here, Malfoy."

"Draco please."

"Draco," She smiled gently, "So the rumours were true, then."

"Rumours?"

"That you'd changed," Luna shrugged, "I'd heard that you weren't as malicious as you once were."

"Age and a family does that to you." Draco's lips were set into a thin line. He hated being gossiped about; whether it be positive, or negative.

"Yes well," Luna turned back to Astoria, "I will try my hardest to fix your wife, Draco."

He supposed he should have been offended by the casual way with which Luna spoke about his comatose wife.

But Draco, couldn't for the life of him, find a single thing to do except smile at the fact that Looney Lovegood would now be a permanent guest at Malfoy Manor.

…

It was midnight, and Scorpius was still out.

Draco paced the front room nervously, his hands clasped tightly behind him.

What if he'd got mugged? What if he wound up in the wrong part of the area? What if -

A loud crash signalled his son's return. Draco spun, feeling anger boil in his veins, to meet Scorpius' glazed over gaze.

"DRUNK?" He yelled, "You have the cheek to turn up here, DRUNK?"

Scorpius hiccuped and leaned forward, almost toppling to the ground, "Calm down father."

"Calm down?" Draco's eyes almost popped out of their sockets, "I will not bloody calm down! You think you can just show up here, without telling me where you've gone, without a single owl, or warning, DRUNK? You are very mistaken young man." Draco grabbed his son's arm roughly, "Things are going to change around here." He snarled, in his best Malfoy sneer.

"Says who?"

"ME!" Draco bellowed, "If you don't clean your act up Scorpius you will be out on the streets, on your ass." He shoved him away, "Now go clean up and get to your room."

With another hiccup and a roll of his eyes, Scorpius tumbled up the stairs and down the hallways, hitting everything in his awe.

Draco slumped back against the sofa, his head in his hands.

Where had he gone wrong?

What had he done that had caused his son to hate him so much?

He didn't understand. Didn't want to understand.

Had he become his father; cold and uncaring?

No. No, no, no. Draco refused to believe that he would stoop to Lucius' callous behaviour.

"It's not your fault, you know."

The voice scared him out of his thoughts, and Draco looked up sharply. Luna Lovegood stood before him, hands clasped tightly in front of her.

"Excuse me?"

"Scorpius," She clarified, "It isn't your fault he's acting up."

Draco's eyes widened, "How do you - "

"I've seen this kind of thing many times Draco," She smiled softly, sympathetically, "He's angry that his mother is in a coma. He's taking that anger out on you."

"But that can't be the only reason."

"Maybe not," Luna shrugged, "Have you ever tried to talk to him about it?"

Draco shook his head, "He's never given me the chance."

"Well…make it happen."

"Make it happen." Draco repeated to himself, "Yeah. I think I will." He looked up again, connecting gazes with Luna's warm blue eyes, "Thank you, Luna."

"Your welcome." She nodded once, and then turned to leave.

"Oh before you go." She paused, waiting for Draco to continue, "You can apparate here whenever you want."

Draco swore he saw Luna's shoulders relax at his words, "Thank you." She whispered, without turning around.

He nodded, even though she couldn't see him, and watched her leave.

And then, once again, Draco was alone.

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