A/N: Sorry to get anyone's hopes up that this is Frozen Serenity 2. This is a drabble that I wrote for DrabblersInc (a LiveJournal Community), the last remnants of Unredeemed[dotNet (both of which are now defunct) which happens to be more of a short one-shot than a drabble. Hence me adding it as a new story. For anyone that would like to flame me because it wasn't the Uber-fic they were hoping for, I warn you I have my wand ready at all times, and I'm handy with the Aguamenti Charm. :)

Luna spent a lot of time wandering about Shell Cottage at night. She couldn't sleep in a bed any more. It felt too... comfortable. Too luxurious. Instead, she would roam around without a candle or lit wand. The pale moonlight that came in through the windows was more than sufficient for her to make her way around, having been used to the dark dungeon for so many months. One night, as she silently padded her way along the corridor to the kitchen, a large something barrelled into her. She was about to fall over from the force when an arm reached out and grabbed her, pulling her close... but it was too late. The two of them toppled over onto the floor with a slight thud. Her nose twitched, she could smell ink.

"Dean?"

He didn't move.

"I can't breathe..."

He was silent, but her hand that was squished underneath his chest could feel his heart beating rapidly, even through his robes. She waited for him to respond or acknowledge her, believing him to be disoriented by the sudden fall. Eventually, he got up and offered a hand to help pull her up. She took it, having little energy due to her inability to eat properly. He looked as though he was trying to work up the courage to say something, so she waited... and waited... and waited. After about 15 minutes of silence, she decided to continue on into the kitchen.

"I think I love you."

Luna turned in surprise. She was about to ask him why he felt that way, when he swiftly closed the gap between them and kissed her. She felt her stomach do a somersault, but not in pleasure like it had when she had shared a kiss with Draco. Her senses were not suddenly acute. In fact, they almost shut down completely to get her through it.

She felt no passion towards him. She felt pity for him instead. Girls had always dumped him. Ginevra had hurt him badly. She felt slightly responsible for her friend's actions, even though she knew Ginevra to still be in love with Harry. He was nice enough... but he just wasn't Draco. The more she contemplated it, the more she convinced herself that if she was to show him what a good girlfriend could be like, then he wouldn't give up hope on love completely. She made a silent vow not to break up with him. She pretended that she was kissing Draco, and let her imagination carry her away.

When they parted, they were both breathless for a while. Dean from passion, Luna from the inability to breathe when he managed to cover not only her mouth with his, but her nose with his cheek, thereby cutting off her air supply.

She then whispered breathlessly words that would haunt her for the rest of her life, most prominently when she attended Draco's wedding to Astoria five years later on Dean's arm.

"I think I love you too."