Sorry for my painfully slow writing, I apologize. Though I will defend myself with the fact that I have had finals.

His eyes were fixed on the clock as the hour changed to a new one. It had now been exactly a week since he'd last been in the cellar. He felt so damn childish, but he didn't know how to work this problem out, and so he just worked his way around it. God he was such an immature brat, but still, he didn't do anything but stare at clock as the minutes passed by. He'd got one of the elves to deliver her food now, so all he had to do was show in the kitchen three times a day, to remain an illusion of him actually bringing it himself. He sighed and allowed himself to collapse on his bed. He was lying there for quite some time, thinking, no replaying, what happened exactly a week ago now. He'd wanted to kiss her, in that moment that was all he wanted and it felt like he could just vanish after that one kiss, because nothing else really mattered. He groaned at the way his mind was only producing soppy, and sickly fluffy, thoughts lately. If he could punch himself in the gut, he would've.

Draco must've fallen asleep because he woke up by a terrifying noise. He blinked open his eyes and pushed himself off the bed. It was a scream roaming through the halls of Malfoy Manor. He recognized it as well. It was Luna. In the next moment, Draco shot out of the door and swiftly ran through the manor, passed the living room, where he heard raised voices, and hurried down the stairs to the cellar. She was sitting straight up against the wall, holding her wrist. Draco sat down next to her, and carefully grabbed her wrist. Deep scratches were spread across her forearm. He could feel the anger burning within him.

"I'll get you out. I don't even care about how I'll do it, but I will get you out of this stinking place." His voice was quiet and falsely controlled.

Luna looked at him, hey eyes still warm and loving.

"She was just asking me questions about Harry. Where he was, what he was doing, but I had no idea, and she got mad. I'm sure it wasn't on purpose though, some people just have a bad temper."

Draco placed his hand on her cheek and forced himself to look into her eyes.

"Luna, I know you have this wonderful tendency to see people best sides, but Bellatrix is pure evil. There is nothing good left in her; she gave the rest of her decency to the dark lord." He took a deep breath "I am so sorry. I am so sorry I couldn't help you. And I am so sorry for running away."

Luna leaned in and kissed his cheek softly. She didn't pull away, and he could feel her hot hitched breaths on his ear.

"You don't have to run Draco." She breathed into his ear.

It was a simple sentence, but it had never occurred to him before, that maybe, just maybe, he didn't always have to run. He thought that perhaps Luna was the best person to show him that, and he promised himself, that he wouldn't run away from her again.

"I mean it nonetheless; I am going to get you out of this place."

Luna pulled away, a hint of a smile on her face.

"But, how will I get to see you then?"

Draco smiled. She did like him, or at least liked being around him.

"Well I would have to go with you wouldn't I? I wouldn't want you out there chasing Nargles on your own."

"You're mocking me." Luna stated.

Draco opened his mouth to apologize, but Luna cut him off with a small laugh.

"-but in a nice way."

She leaned in and gently pressed her lips against his. He had to pull back, or else he'd lose his mind, and probably all self-control.

"I have to go, I'll be back tomorrow, and then we'll be out of here."

That night, Draco couldn't sleep. The shadows crawled over his body as the night grew old, but Draco was working on an escape route. How was he going to do this, how was he going to get Luna and himself out of this hellhole alive?

His thoughts were violently interrupted by the crash of his door being brutally opened. His father stormed in and Draco sat up abruptly, as his dad practically dragged him out of bed.

"What are you doing?" Draco growled.

"We need you to identify him. We need this, if it is him, we will have redeemed ourselves to The Dark Lord." Lucius sputtered with wide eyes full of madness.

"If it's who?" Draco questioned, as he was pushed out of the door and down the stairs.

"Potter."

It had been him. It had been Harry Potter, alive and dandy, or at least as close as it gets these days. Draco didn't say anything though; he knew that if he did, The Dark Lord would win, and over the last few months, he had realized that that, wouldn't help anyone out of their darkness, but only cause them more sorrow. So he lied, said he couldn't be sure, even though it had been crystal clear that it was Potter right in front of him. It was also unquestionably clear that it was Weasley and Granger with him. They had sent all three of them into the cellar. They were with Luna. All except Hermione, who was in the next room with Bellatrix. The screams were piercing, and he was wondering how long it'd take for the girl to crack, and give his aunt what she was after. Another scream, and then completely silence. That struck Draco as odd, and he put his ear against the door. He could hear Bellatrix' raspy voice, but he couldn't catch the words.

At once something ripped the silence drastically, a roar followed by a lot of screaming. Draco slammed the double doors open at once and saw sparks of green and red flaring through the room. Harry and Ron had apparently found a way to break out, and they were now fighting his family with great flair. Everything was rushed, but then he could hear Bellatrix yell. Everyone stopped their offense, and looked at her; she was holding a knife to Hermione's throat, and demanded Harry and Ron to drop their wands, so of course they did, if a part of the trio was in danger, the other two would do anything.

"Pick them up!" She shrieked at Draco.

He hesitated, but picked the two wands off the ground. His mind blurred with uncertainty. A second he had thought that maybe they could win this; maybe they could get him and Luna out of here, even after everything they'd been through. A huge crash got him to snap back to reality, and not seconds later someone was tugging at the wands in his hand. He caught Harry's eye, and gave him the slightest hint of a nod, as he loosened his grip. He hoped that Harry would understand that he was on their side. The scenario switched back to fighting, and Draco took the opportunity to sprint across the room and rush down the stairs to the cellar.

He entered the cellar and it was in complete darkness. He screamed out her name.

No answer but the echo of his own yell. She was gone.