Pairing: DracoLuna

Prompt: 657. True feelings

Word count: 443

True Feelings

She hadn't cried once during her imprisonment. Draco waited for it, waited for a scream, or a cry, or anything that would show how terrified she was.

But she didn't. Not once.

Draco was forbidden to go to the cellar. His father forbade it because it didn't concern him, his mother because she didn't want him involved. Aunt Bella didn't entirely trust him.

Draco didn't know.

A month went by and he listened to them – to their concerns, to their fears, and their demands. But after that, enough was enough. If they were going to treat him like one of them, then he needed to start acting like one of them too.

The others slept soundly when he crept into the cellar. His footsteps echoed down the steps, but he knew from experience they would not carry. Voices, however, were different.

"Hello?" A calm voice greeted the darkness, and Draco froze. "Hello? Who's there?"

Unsure what to do, Draco continued his way into the cellar, approaching the gate that kept him apart from the prisoners. He knew others were there, but they had screamed and cried like normal people.

"Hello, Draco."

Draco jumped back as a white face appeared in front of him. A strangled cry escaped his lips, and he glanced nervously from where he'd come.

"Why are you here?" Her tone was complete curiosity. No fear.

"I, er, came to…." He stared at her in the darkness.

"I understand," she said. Silence, then, "I don't blame you, Draco. I know you don't agree with our captivity."

"Of course I do!" Draco snapped, and he spun, going back up. Of course he did.

…

Draco visited her every night after that, sneaking into the cellar to talk to her. Every night she'd say she didn't blame him. Every night he'd tell her she should.

Then one night, her pale skin reached out for his. Her hand connected with his exposed arm, creating an unwanted chill through his spine.

"I appreciate your company, Draco," she said.

The words were out of Draco's mouth before he realised it. He gripped her hand tighter than he'd ever held onto anything before. "I appreciate yours too, Luna."

They stood together for a while, their hands connected through the bars that separated them. And then he left without another word, returning to the freedom of his home.

…

"I missed you, Draco."

"I missed you too, Luna."

"Do we love each other?"

Only Luna would ask such a question. He pressed his hand through the bars, searching for hers. When they connected, he squeezed it.

"Of course," he said. "And I'm no longer going to deny it."

This chapter was requested by xxxLeanniexxx.