Couple discusses their future.

)O(

Luna's hand felt warm on Draco's. He wondered how it was that she wasn't freezing to death in the cellar.

"How much longer will the war last, do you think?" she asked, her voice serene and her eyes clear and untroubled, though her grip on Draco's hand was uncomfortably strong – even painful – and almost desperate.

"I don't know," he told her, trying to free his hand from hers without actually pushing her away. "A long time. Let go of me."

Luna let go of Draco's hand reluctantly and stepped backwards. She sank slowly to the floor, clasping her hands at her breast as though in prayer and looking up with an expression that was positively beatific in its innocence. She blinked slowly. "Do you think that I'll be kept here for the whole rest of the war, Draco?"

He hesitated. There was a part of him – the part that had grown fond of and felt protective towards the little girl in his cellar – that wanted to say now, that she would be free soon and that there was no need to worry. But that would be a lie.

"Yes," he said, calmly and hopelessly. "And you'll probably die down here."