Chapter 10- Draco/Luna, Trapped

"Are you friends with that Lovegood girl?" Draco spluttered, pumpkin juice raining all over the table. His father's question caught him off guard.

"What?" he choked.

"You've been spending so much time down in the dungeons, Draco. I was merely asking a question." But his eyes held malice, letting Draco know if he said yes, he would never be forgiven.

"Well, of course he's not. Right, Draco?" His mother looked up from The Daily Prophet at him, concerned.

"Right," he said quickly, grateful for his mother's cover-up. "Why would I be friends with her?" His heart ached. If only his parents knew the truth. He didn't just like the Lovegood girl, he loved her, sneaking her food at night, comforting her, engaging in debate over wrackspurts...

His father brought him out of his reverie. "Okay...well. Maybe your mother or I should go with you, Draco."

"No!" he yelled, causing his father's eyes to widen in surprise. "I mean, I can do it myself, father. After all, I'm going to be the heir to this manor, it's time I start acting like it."

His father looked at him for another moment, before sighing. "Okay. Do not disappoint me, Draco." Draco's heart fell with his father's words. Disappointed, all he ever gave his parents was disappointment. Why couldn't he have another family? Why couldn't they see he didn't want to be a Death Eater? He felt sick to his stomach.

Draco pushed back from the table and stood up. "Time to feed the prisoners." And before his parents could say another word, he strode off to the kitchens. That was close, too close. He couldn't risk putting Luna in danger like that...

He grabbed some cheese, fruit, fresh bread, and water from the counter. The prisoners were supposed to be getting stale bread, but he just couldn't bring himself to feed it to her.

He opened the dungeon door. "Lumos," he whispered, pointing his wand into the darkness. Light erupted from the lanterns, and he continued his walk downstairs.

"I brought food," he sneered to Ollivander, Griphook, and Dean, throwing the bread onto the ground. He continued to the corner of the room where Lovegood crouched.

"Luna?" Draco called softly. "I have food." She turned and smiled at him, causing him to smile in return. He offered the cheese and fruit out to the girl, but she shook her head. "I told you, Draco, I only want to eat what they have."

He sighed, but brought the cheese and fruit out to where the bread and water sat. Draco crouched beside Luna. "How are you feeling?"

"Oh, I'm okay. How are you?"

He sighed again. "I think they know, Luna."

Her eyes widened. "Oh."

"I don't think I should...be s-spending time down here with you anymore. I couldn't bear it if...if they hurt you-"

"Shhh," Luna cut him off, pressing a finger to his lips. "I understand. This is our last time together."

Draco nodded sadly. "Yes, but-"

"If we are meant to be, it will happen," Luna told him wisely. She kissed his cheek, and Draco smiled. "Now, you should go. We don't want them to think something is wrong."

"But I usually-"

"Go, please." Tears streamed down her cheeks, cutting through the grime there.

"Hey, Luna?" Draco said as he stood up.

"Yes?"

"Watch out for nargyles, I heard they run rampant down here."

Luna graced him with the biggest grin ever, but it was too heartbreaking to watch, so he ran up the stairs two at a time, never looking back. It wasn't fair. He was trapped, trapped by society and his parents who didn't think they should be together, but all he wanted was her.

AN: Oh my gosh. I don't even know what I wrote. This was beyond terrible. They should never be a couple. Just no. I don't know, it's cute in a weird way, like if Draco wasn't Draco and Luna wasn't Luna, and this wasn't Harry Potter, and if I wasn't descending into My Immortal terribleness. Rate and review, tell me I suck.