Authors Note
This story is a low rating and is in no way an M, just a bit of Draco/Luna interaction after the defeat of Voldemort.
Draco glared at his parents from around the corner of a collapsing wall. He knew it wasn't entirely their fault, but it was because of them he had lost her. Because of his father's weakness, he was now completely alone. There would never again be a small pale hand entwined with his, the soft lips he had fallen asleep to dreaming about would never again touch his skin. She was completely gone, and so much of him had died with her..
Draco looked down at his torn sleeve, the Dark Mark peering out at him as if laughing at his misery. So much had been lost, but she had encouraged him. Against the wishes of her Golden sister, his little snake had joined him. She had cut ties with her muggle parents, her mudblood sister, the Weasleys.. everyone. For him and his parents. They had both taken the steps to cross over to the "dark side". She had given up everything for him.. even her life.
"I believe your parents are looking for you.." A soft whisper came from behind him, causing him to raise his wand as he turned only to be faced with the odd blonde girl. He couldn't even muster a sneer or grimace as he eyed her, a friend of his beloved.
"Luna." she whispered, as if knowing he had forgotten her name.
He could only nod as she looked him up and down before she came to brush his hair from his face.
"Sometimes Draco, things are meant to happen. And there is nothing you can do to stop them." She said in a small breathy voice.
He growled at her words and pushed her hand away. "Really? Wasn't she your friend too? You can just sit there and say it happened for a reason with no tears? No anger?"
She frowned and stepped closer to him, her eyes level with his chin she had to tilt her head slightly to look into his eyes.
"She mattered so much to you Draco, I know it hurts to feel the pain. But there will always be a turning point. For everyone. She chose her destiny, she chose her own death. And you know it."
He looked down at her, tears forming in his eyes. "But she was the only one who ever saw ME, for who I was-" He raised his tattered sleeve to brush the frustrating tears away. "I gave up so much of my time to be with her to keep up the facade for my father.. and Dumbledore.. and even the stupid Golden Mudblood!"
"Hermione..." Luna muttered as she glanced over his shoulder. "Why Hermione?"
Draco paled. She didn't.. She couldn't have. So many memories to erase.. how could she have been able to destroy so many memories? They had argued for so long, and yet she still had gone behind his back. It had been her own choice, but what was he left with?
"Draco? Why would you need to hide your affections from Hermione?" Luna prompted, a slight crease in her brow showing her confusion and interest.
Draco stumbled, any sort of food or drink he had consumed was trying to fight it's way out of him. He bent over and leaned on a pile of stones to empty his stomach as Luna brushed his hair continuously from his face.
"I'm missing memories... aren't I, Draco.." she muttered softly before pressing a gentle kiss to his sweating temple.
Draco could only nod as he dry heaved again.
"Would you mind telling me what they are?" She asked as she moved to sit on the stones above him, her hands clasped in her lap.
After a short silence he nodded and stood up, brushing his tattered sleeve across his mouth.
"She was her little sister.." He muttered quietly. "She must have had someone else erase all the memories.. she didn't have the skill to take so much.."
He shook his head with a heavy breath, his hair flailing about. He leaned against the wall, looking around the corner at the group of people still waiting outside the castle as though they didn't know what to do now that the battle was over. His parents were looking around moving throughout the mass trying to find him, but he didn't want to go back to them.
He understood the control they had over him, but he didn't want them over his shoulder every second of his life. He only hoped they would forgive him in the long run. He just wasn't sure if he would ever come back.
He turned back around to face Luna, his hands dropping to his sides as he looked at her, his gaze empty of expression.
"Good-bye, Luna."
Draco muttered before walking away, turning his back on her, the castle and the wizarding world all together.
