Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by JK Rowling. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Author's Note- OKAY! so I want to try to get a new chapter up about every week. I got the first few up quickly so people wouldn't have to wait so long to decide if they were interested since the chapters were kind of short in the beginning...anyway I'm babbling, sorry! Enjoy! -Letificus

Luna was surprisingly comfortable, comfortable and not dead. If she didn't know any better she could swear she was dead, the feeling was magnificent, a nice, soft, comfortable, warm bed against her skin. She was so exceptionally content she wanted to ignore the fact that she had no idea where she was or who had taken her. She grudgingly opened her eyes and blinked readily to try and take everything in. Wherever she was it wasn't lacking in accommodations, everything looked so expensive, the platform bed with black silk sheets and bedding, tapestries adorning the walls, elegant candlesticks atop solid wood accent tables. It was all a little breathtaking; she certainly had gotten lucky, being rescued by such a wealthy individual….an individual who happened to be standing in the bathroom across the room half dressed, towel drying their hair. Luna blushed, fully embarrassed, she ducked under the covers, unsure if she was quite prepared to face her half naked savior and then she saw it; A savior indeed, a savior bearing a dark mark. In her panic Luna ripped off the covers revealing a rather fancy looking nightgown, a bit shorter than what her own taste would have allowed, quite a bit shorter, her wand nowhere in sight. She removed herself as quietly as possible from the bed. She placed her weight on her feet to hasten to the door only to have them give out from under her. As she landed with a thud and she realized she was clearly she had needed more rest to fully recover.

Upon hearing the racket coming from his bedroom he entered to find what the cause of the loud crash was. Luna was face down on the ground; he couldn't help but laugh at her in the completely that absurd state.

"Have I sunk so low to deserve the ridicule of a death eater?" Luna struggled to her feet.

"Is that any way to treat your rescuer?" Draco scowled at Luna as she leaned back against the bed.

"Rescuer? You? Why on earth would you rescue me? To torture me for information?" She lowered her head in inevitable defeat, this would be it then, captured and tortured to death in a death eaters bedroom in an expensive night gown?

"I can assure you if I had any intention of torturing you, I'd do a hell of a better job than this, letting you sleep in my bed and taking care of you isn't exactly what I would call torture. My, my you certainly are still quite the loon then aren't you Lovegood?"

She scanned his face before replying, previously unaware of who was standing in front of her. "Draco Malfoy?"

"Like anyone else could look this good?" He smirked.

"Why am I here then? And what am I doing in this?" Luna pointed down at her current outfit.

"That lovely ensemble was picked out by myself…." He smiled in satisfaction.

"You mean you…" She quickly moved her arms to cover herself, further embarrassed.

"Well, no…Some of us have the decency to keep servants in their household for less delicate situations, such as these, so don't make a fuss. As for why you're here I haven't the slightest idea. All I know was what I was told, which was to rescue you and bring you back unharmed."

Somehow he thought that 'I've taken you back to my lair to make you my bride' would not have gone over very well.

"I don't understand…and I don't believe you. How can I trust that I'm not going to be hurt?" She said as she sat down on the bed.

"ugh… don't get all weepy then, I've told you everything I know and as far as I know you aren't to be harmed. You have my word."

He knelt in front of Luna, her eyes vacant of that dreamy expression she once had in her days at Hogwarts, her days at Potter's side.

"Liven up there Loon….ah… I mean you are probably going to be here for a while after all."

"I suppose I am a little famished" she said wearily.

Luna wanted to trust Draco, to have some kind of security and she was terribly hungry.

"Of course." Draco smirked. Draco was surprised at how easily Luna was taking her captivity.

The reason Luna was taking her captivity so well was simple, she was going to take a chance and trust that no one was going to hurt her and then wait for the opportune moment for her escape. Regardless of Draco's promise she couldn't stay here, but being wandless in a house full of death eaters was not an easy thing to escape from and Luna couldn't imagine that Draco's promise could be honored if she tried to run away, and with no one knowing where she was and knowing there was no way that anyone would come to her rescue, being hostile in this situation would only cause more precautions to be taken into making sure that she remained at Malfoy manor for whatever reason that may end up being.

The nights she spent at the manor were sleepless ones, and on the occasions when she could finally fall asleep she would be awoken by nightmares of someone coming to attack her. Luna knew she couldn't spend the rest of her nights here like this, sleepless, in constant paranoia and fear during the night. Despite what Draco had claimed the idea was so much less settling at night and she began to be believe that the manor's residents wouldn't suddenly decide to remove her from the warm comfy guest bedroom back down into the dungeon the she was held in not so long ago. The manor was not a very comforting place to stay alone at night, everything was so dark and dreary not at all like her experiences in the morning, spending time with Draco turned out to not be too dreadful. There were few things that would have brought her more joy than spending her days in the vast library or enjoying the wonderful garden unfortunately those moments had to be spent with Draco as he never seemed to leave her side during the day. Luna was unsure if any of it was real at all, the way Draco doted on her granting her every wish during her time there, although she had no intentions of asking for anything beyond food and a place to sleep. However, this was not the Draco Malfoy that she had always heard about, the cold, unkind individual who never had much of anything pleasant to say about anyone.

Luna had only been there for a few days and her distance was not surprising in this situation. He had taken extra measure to be more obliging to her than he usually would for anyone, going out of his way to make sure that she was content, or as content as possible considering. He had also started referring to her as Luna instead of Loony, as it somehow didn't seem like an adequate pet name for his future wife. Draco was finding himself more at ease with the idea of marrying Luna and wondered why his father hadn't arranged a marriage for him sooner, everything seemed so much easier now that it was set in front of him as a mission to accomplish, and the more time he spent with Luna the more he thought she would be the perfect wife for him. Draco concluded that it may be easier to train her to be a Malfoy than he thought as she was often very quiet and polite in the first place, although he was under the suspicion that this behavior was due to some discomfort on her part, and as long as she felt like she didn't belong there he would have no hopes of winning her over.

Draco was rather perplexed as to how to make Luna feel less like a prisoner in his home. He had fulfilled her every whim, but the whims of someone who was under the assumption that they were being held captive didn't really extend farther than culinary requests. Draco had of course sent for new clothes for her, which was all more than to his approval. Being a Malfoy, or soon to be Malfoy, definitely looked well on Luna, however whether or not she shared his opinion he had no idea. Luna's generally reserved state since her arrival had caused for any conversations to be very minimal and few and far between, despite the fact that Draco was hardly ever not in her company he knew very little about the girl he was supposed to marry. His attempts to get her to open up to him were definitely unsuccessful and any questions he asked her usually resulted in a simple yes, or no. Draco finally decided that if Luna wouldn't tell him what she liked then he'd have to have her show him. He was certainly not in favor of going shopping, but he figured that Luna would probably not have him sitting for hours in a clothing store holding her bags while she shopped and even if the shopping trip proved to be uneventful maybe being out of the manor for some time would help ease some of the tension Luna was feeling.