It was getting late. Judging by the warm glow of the sun escaping through the tiny windows in the potions room, it was well into the evening. Draco had been paying little attention to what was going on around him and only realised that Luna was no longer writing when the steady sound of snoring blew through the air.

Looking at the sleeping Ravenclaw, he prayed a silent prayer of thanks to whoever it was that had caused her to fall asleep. For the entire afternoon he had listened to her hum strange and tuneless songs to herself as she wrote. It was the third afternoon so far that Draco had spent writing lines and he was starting to fear for his sanity. He had finally realised the reasoning behind Snape's punishment.

It had nothing to do with torturing Draco by boredom. It was simply the matter of wasting time. Time spent securely in the potions room writing lines was time not spent working out how to kill Dumbledore. But Draco was determined to prove his worth as a death-eater and he wasn't about to let his insomnia and Luna Lovegood be the root of him failing his task.

Looking over at the snoozing Ravenclaw, he reached the conclusion that he preferred her when she was asleep. Even in sleep she was smiling and Draco was convinced he had heard her laugh a few moments ago. It was odd, but in the low light, her blonde sleeping head seemed to glow warmly. She looked so serene, Draco couldn't help but wonder what it was like to have nothing to care or worry about. Sat alone in the potions room with her, it was almost as if her peace was contagioius.

As if a signal that she was about to wake, Luna let out a contented sigh but Draco didn't move. Even as her eyes began to flutter open, he could not tear his eyes away from her peaceful expression. He wanted to hold onto that feeling of nothingness for a little bit longer.

Her eyes remained in a daze as they met his, then all too suddenly they realised what was in front of them and their expression turned to one of confusion.

Draco felt his reality crash down on him harder than a ton of bricks. The fear, pain and exhaustion came back all at once and at the same time it occurred to him that perhaps he needed to stay away from Lovegood.

'Draco, what's wrong? You look like you've seen a ghost.'

'I've spent an hour in a room with you, Lovegood. It's ten times worse.'

In one movement, he stood up, scooped up his books and began to walk out of the room. Luna followed slowly, her movements still uncoordinated from sleep.

As she walked past, Draco's desk, she glanced down at the paper he had been writing on.

'Oh, you haven't written much, have you? Did you fall asleep too?'

Draco ignored the question but inside he felt slightly sick. Because for the first time this year, he had felt as though he could sleep. He had felt relaxed and at peace and this was because of Luna. He was panicing because Draco Malfoy had sworn he was not going to rely on anyone, not even a crackpot like Luna Lovegood.

So once again, he ignored the words the two of them had been writing for the past three days.

'I must not withhold information.'

Ok, a bit better now, I quite like this chapter. Again, I hope they're not out of character but if they are I'm sorry. Please review if you like it!