The sky seemed to match her mood perfectly. Gray clouds had gathered around the castle, and the thick downpour of rain veiled everything beyond the first couple of meters into the Dark Forest from her gaze.

He hadn't even written to her. Of course, what else could she expect: he was out saving the world again. It seemed that nowadays that was all he did. She wondered, would he think of her? Even for a second, would he spare a thought for her well-being?

She wasn't well. She was sick with worry and fear. And the fact that she hadn't seen him in such a long time, hadn't heard a word.. maybe that was a good sign. That meant he hadn't been caught.

On the other hand, she had finally, over time, begun to live her own life for a change.

Everybody lived in fear, but.. she felt safe, somehow, locked behind the castle doors. They might hurt her, sure, maybe even kill her if they felt like it, but one of them had made her feel protected. Taken care of.

Or maybe she had been reading Romeo and Juliet once too many times.

But, seeing him.. had made her happy, once. It had taken a lot of time for her to realize that she didn't actually hate him, but what he had been turned into. What they had made him be.

Some might call her crazy - well, most did already - but she believed she had never actually hated him. He had never been mean to her, per se.

Maybe it was the Stockholm syndrome, or the wheezing tulpacs, but.. day by day, night by night.. Luna thought she might have fallen a bit more in love with Draco Malfoy.