Okkie guys, I wrote up this then to my horror deleted it without saving :( So here it it. And I don't own anything!
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Draco swung himself down onto his plush bed. He looked down at the soup stain on his shirt. It stood out boldly against the perfect white fabric. He moved to throw it into the clothes hamper, but instead decided to put it safely under his mattress. Something about the Lovegood girl had caught his attention. Like a piece of cloth to a barbed wire.
He stood to leave the room and wandered down the hall absently. Entering a bathroom, he bent to grab a hair comb that he knew would be there. He pulled it through his white hair slowly, then feeling guilty placed it back on the counter. He was here combing his hair when he had filthy dirt covered prisoners in his basement. He splashed his face with freezing water, an idea sprang in his head. He chewed his lip thoughtfuly before bending to rummage for some supplies.
Finally he had a bucket of water, a cloth, and a bar of soap. He made his way down the stairs, water sloshing rhythmically in the bucket. A few house elves stole nervous glances at him as they passed nervously in the hall. Making his way to the entrance to the dungeon, he balanced the bucket on his knee to grab the door knob. He fell back surprised when the door swung open from the other way to reveal someone else.
Bellatrix stepped out of the stairway with her wand still clutched in her hand. She looked at her nephew with dark interest. "You missed out on some fun Draco." her eye's glinted maliciously. Draco took a step back guiltily. "What are you doing, Draco?" She hushed, peering into the bucket of sudsy water. She raised her brow suspiciously
"The goblin was rude to me yesterday." Draco offered quietly. "Thought I might teach him a lesson." he lied. Bellatrix grinned, tapping her chin thoughtfully.
"I'm so proud of you Draco." Her nails grazed his cheek as she patted him lightly. "Sometimes I wish you were my son." She fixed his hair lovingly. Draco stood still. "Do you want you Auntie to help you? We could have some fun." She purred happily. Draco shook his head.
"No?" She asked with a pout. "You don't want to play with me?" She smiled slyly.
"I want to do it myself." Draco murmered, not looking her in the eye. She snatched her hand back like she'd been burned.
"Maybe next time then, I've got bussiness to attend to any ways." She sniffed wistfully, pushing past her nephew like he was nothing but air.
Draco waited, watching her disappear down the corridor. Her trail of skirts slithering behind her like snakes, nipping at her heels.
When he ws sure she was gone, he pushed open the door and once again made his way down into the dark confinement. When he was nearing the bottom of the stairs he started to panic. It was a bad idea, he turning to head back up the stairs.
"Draco?" A voice called out from the dark. He clenched his teeth, turning to face Luna. Her hair covered her arms like a blanket but he could still see the bruises that painted her skin. She looked up at him curiously. There was no backing out now.
"I uh, I brought you some water and stuff. So you could wash up a bit." he muttered. Glancing back up at the stairway.
Her fingers grabbed the bucket like vines, lowering it down so she could see the contents of the metal bucket. He thrust the soapy water into her hands then took a seat on the stair step.
Luna dipped her finger into the water, testing the temperature before dipping the cloth in messily. She ran the cloth over her skin haphazardly, missing all the dirtiest spots and ignoring the soap entirely.
He watched her spill the water on her dress, and drop the cloth onto the dirty floor. Finally Draco grabbed her arm, pulling her closer and took the cloth from her. He grabbed the bar of soap and rubbed it over her skin instinctivly, just like his mother had done for him as small child. Luna stayed still and didn't say a word as he gently rubbed the dirt off of her, being gentle on the dark bruises that stained her skin. As he reached the end of her legs he reached to remove her shoes. It was only then that he realized what he was doing.
Dropping the cloth he pushed her away frantically, pushing the bucket of water into her arms.
"That was rather nice." Her voice was distant. "But I think that Griphook and Mr. Ollivander would rather wash themselves." She sighed dreamily as Draco ran up the stairs.