Luna skips into The Three Broomsticks, and Draco's fumbling to keep up, so as to not have his shoulder pulled out of the socket, from her grip on his hand. He scowls at the few that so much as look at them. The handholding is discreet and everyone knows how Luna is, so not too many questions will come up, but he's still paranoid about it.
They get settled in at a table and order two Butterbeers, and wait for them.
"I think those people are listening to us," Luna says bluntly, leaning up to look at the people in the booth just beyond Draco. His first instinct is to whip around to glare at them, but he ends up almost breaking his nose on the back of his seat, which is a good reminder to not make his glaring obvious yet.
He hears laughing behind him and drawls, "I think they are."
"Well," Luna starts, nodding as if this is very serious, "there's one obvious solution."
Their imminent deaths? "What?"
"We should draw pictures."
"What?" he asks again, confused this time.
"Well, if we wrote notes, they could read them. So we should draw pictures. They'll be harder to follow."
"Err… right. Exactly how?"
"With these, of course." Luna produces crayons and parchment from her bag while Draco gapes. She passes him some, and blinks at him. With a resigned scowl, he gives in, and Luna draws something, passes it across the table to him.
It's oddly good for a crayon drawing—he's not good with them, personally—and of the outside of The Three Broomsticks, covered in snow. He looks at her questioningly. The weather? He goes for less drawing, and after a few tries—it seems to be a dry crayon or something—makes a big question mark, and below it, in case he's right, a smiley face.
She draws a smiley face too, on one try, and then an ellipsis, and a snowman, complete with a hat and scarf and face and arms and buttons. Oddly detailed. He nods, a silent, later, wondering how far they're going to take this game, and then copies… well, tries to, her snowman, and in a bright red to make it obvious, adds a wand into the snowman's hand.
Luna looks at it and seems confused, draws her own question mark. He circles the wand on the paper. Luna nods and draws a heart, with several shades of pink and red. He just kind of looks at her. When he looks away, the Butterbeers have appeared near the edge of the table, and he draws an arrow on his piece of paper, pointing towards them, so Luna finally notices.
They sip them in silence until they're both about halfway done, and Luna picks up her parchment again, flips it over, and draws a question mark. Draco realizes he's scowling, looking at her old pictures—the snowman, the heart, the scenery. Damn Lovegood and her crayon-drawing skills. He shakes his head, and downs most of the rest of his Butterbeer.
There's a burst of laughter from behind them that they both ignore, Draco on purpose.
Luna keeps looking at him confusedly. Draco picks up a parchment piece and draws a frown face, and an arrow, which he points towards his own drawings. Then he circles the frown and holds it up again. Luna smiles and gingerly takes his sheets. She circles things, her favorite parts. The two circles forming each eye in a face instead of just a dot, the unique angle of the ends of each arrow, the more realistic, overlapping edges of the snowman. She draws a smiley face next to each.
Draco takes the parchments back and looks at them for too long of a time.
Then, he smiles.
Author's Note: Written for the Word of the Day Challenge (doggerel), and the If You Dare Challenge (stolen silence), and the OTP Boot Camp Challenge (kindness), using this prompt from "Imagine Your OTP": "… drawing while they sit in a café… Person A's drawings are coming out well, but Person B isn't so talented. Person B gets a bit upset, and complains to Person A, who just smiles and draws their version of Person B's drawings."
