Luna hugged her knees close up to her body. Her leg hurt where she was pressing against it, but for warmth Luna would do anything. It was only two nights ago that Draco had made her walk to the basement with her broken leg. Luna was guessing it was two nights ago; it was always night in the basement but they usually brought food at night-times. Luna was a quiet prisoner – where was the logic in screaming and making her throat hoarse? She knew that they worried about her lack of rebellion – was she planning something big? She had thought about escaping many times. Then she remembered how they might kill her father. Luna's father probably regretted writing that article on Harry Potter now, but she knew that it was the right thing to do. The world needed to know that Voldemort was back – it was for the greater good of both the magical and the muggle world.
Luna had already told them all that she knew about Harry Potter – definitely not by choice. They forced words out from her using the powerful truth serum Veritaserum. Thankfully Harry hadn't told her anything about his plans or whereabouts so their efforts where in vain. However they still kept her in hope that her father might give in Harry and the others. Luna knew that she would never be able to forgive her father if he did such a thing. She would be able to forgive anything but that. She could even forgive Bellatrix. Bellatrix occasionally dragged her from the darkness to inflict pain so intense that Luna usually forgot everything about herself for a couple a days.
She stopped rocking briefly and listened carefully. Luna had learned to use her ears to learn what was happening around her, her eyes had become useless to her in this inky realm of darkness. The door flew open. Luna looked in the direction of the footsteps but it revealed nothing. Who was it this time?
A soft whispering could be heard and with a small flicker a floating ball of light appeared. Luna winced and scrunched her eyes shut; light after many days of darkness was hard for her brain to register calmly. When her eyes adjusted she saw that it was Draco. Luna saw the food and smiled absentmindedly at him. In one hand there was a bowl of soup in the other his wand.
"Here." Draco said shoving the bowl onto the floor. Luna flinched when it thudded and some of it sloshed onto the floor. Noticing, he mumbled something. She stayed down, her arms still around her knees and stared distantly at him. What was he trying to do? Compensation for the other day? Draco sighed audibly as if he just accepted something. His white blonde hair shone because of the light, he ran his fingers through his hair and sat down in front of her. Luna began to say something but then he cut her off.
"Don't say anything." His harsh tone was gone and he had a tried tone to replace it. Luna waited. He looked into her piercing grey eyes and she looked back. He dropped the wand close to his side. Slowly his hands gently loosened her tense grip on her legs. Luna felt the warm touch on her cold body and wished it stayed longer, however he let go. Using his wand he whispered a spell and Luna started to feel her body repairing itself, healing the wounds. He withdrew his magic.
The light was gone and she couldn't see him again. She got up cautiously and reached out in the darkness. Her hands felt the stubble on his face. Leaning in she kissed him slowly. His toned muscles could be felt through the thin cotton, she had no doubt he could feel her body either. As if on cue he pushed her up against the wall and returned the kiss. It deepened as she explored his mouth. He ran his fingers through her hair and slowly crept down. Realizing it had gone too far, Luna pulled away. Both he and she were breathing heavily. She wiped her lips.
"Thanks." She said. Draco looked angry and after hastily picking up his wand he left.
