Yeah all the things that you are

Beautifully broken,

Luna looks to Draco to find he's already looking at her. She smiles softly, the flames from the candles set up around the room flickering across his face. He doesn't like to sleep at night; the darkness penetrates his dreams and he often wakes up screaming. Her solution was to have the soft candle light lit during the sleeping hours. He seems to sleep much better now: his dark circles are almost gone.

She runs a thumb across the top of his cheek bone, down to his nose. She feels his breath tickle across her palm, running down to her wrist. She slides down to his jaw, running her hand along the sharp outline. She follows the dip of his collarbone, twines around his bicep and comes to rest on his forearm. He flinches at her touch; Luna's well aware that he's ashamed of that arm, of that symbol he'll carry forever on his body.

She wishes he could accept it like she does. It's a part of him. She loves every inch of him, from the white-blond hair to the long toes. She loves the scars in between. She loves who he is, even the wrong choices he's made because it's made him who he is, it's brought him to this moment with her and moments with him are some of the most wonderful moments she's ever had.

"Oh, Draco," she murmurs, "why won't you love yourself?"

He's silent for so long that she doesn't think he heard her. "Because," he says finally, his voice cracking, "I'm not anything like you."

Luna gasps; her heart shattering at his words. "You don't need to be anything like me." She tells him, but he doesn't seem to believe her.

Luna rolls so that she is straddling his hips. "You don't. I know you think you're not worth anything; that you've made too many wrongs. But you don't see what I see. I see beautiful eyes, filled with kindness. I see lips that say words like 'love' and 'beautiful' and 'truth'." She touches every spot she talks about, she moves further down his arms. "I see strength here; you are strong enough to save yourself. And I don't know if you realize it, but you saved me too. I was falling apart after the war. I was losing myself and my faith in people, but you were there and you restored that.

"It was these hands here; these steady hands with their scars that helped me find my way back to myself. It's these steady hands that you're now using to heal, to help people. In this chest, beats a heart of gold. You are more than you think you are. Even if your feet trod down the wrong paths, even if you were a child, scared and confused, you are a good man.

"And, until you love yourself, I love you enough for the both of us."

He kisses her fiercely, stealing her breath. His hand tangles in her hair, and she threads her fingers through his other one.

"Luna," he asks, panting, "what about my darkness?"

She looks at him through her lashes, and references their first real conversation: the start of everything they are now. "Darkness is a gift too."

Alive in my heart

And know

That you are everything

"This is magnificent," Luna compliments, shining eyes taking in the world around her.

Draco has taken their small garden and made it a wonderland. Lights shine out from between the flowers, pulsating through different colours. A fine mist plays up from the ground, giving the world an ethereal quality. A small glass table has been sat in the middle of the garden, two chairs on either side. It's in one of these chairs that she sits now, admiring what Draco has done. She turns her attention to the center piece. It is a glass ball, so reminiscent of the crystal balls Professor Trelawney used to use in class. Yet, on the inside, there are clear images. It's of her and Draco, all of their memories together, even some of the less favourable ones, like their clunky first encounters as children.

She laughs, delighted. She loves it. She loves all of it.

Draco sets dinner in front of her before taking his own seat.

Luna takes a bite. "This is all so wonderful," she breathes and Draco preens a little under the praise.

"Anything to make you smile," He says.

"You're so sweet," Luna giggles.

Draco seems to be blushing, the lights around them red. Luna chews her food thoughtfully, looking up at the night sky. The world constantly steals her breath, from every tiny ant to every dazzling star. The cool night air slips across her skin, and she shivers with the delightful feel of being alive; of feeling this.

"Are you cold?"

"I want to feel it," Luna answers, softly. She sees, out of the corner of her eye, the little knowing smirk Draco gives himself when he doesn't understand her reasoning but he finds her actions endearing.

"Mmm," Luna sits down her fork with a sigh of contentment. "I see what took you all afternoon to prepare."

Draco blushes, and she cocks her head curiously. He doesn't blush often, but she finds it lovely when he does. It's such a contrast between his pale hair, pale eyes, and pale skin. She likes seeing him with a spot of colour. She tilts her head to the other side, wondering if something is wrong with him. He has barely touched his food, delicious though it was, and his hands are tapping erratically against his pant legs. Draco's hands are usually very still; not even the harshest of conflicts come out in his hands – the storms rage in his eyes, in adrenaline that batters in his veins, but his anxieties do not appear in his hands.

"Draco?" Luna pushes with a delicate frown. "Are you all right?"

"I- yes." Draco nods. "This didn't take me all afternoon."

"Oh," Luna leans back in her chair. "It was still a clear effort."

Draco shakes his head. "I was with your father most of the afternoon," he blurts.

"Daddy?" Luna bites her lip. This was curious. It wasn't that Draco disliked her father, the two got along when they were in the same room, but they didn't actively seek each other out. Daddy's head was too far in the clouds for Draco, who had practically sewn his feet to the ground. "How is he?"

"He's good." Draco pauses. "He wants you to call him later this evening."

"It will be nice to hear from him," Luna muses. Her father, paired with the lovable Arthur Weasley had decided to start bringing Muggle objects into their wizarding lives, beginning with the telephone. Luna had gotten one for her and Draco's home, and was finding she rather enjoyed the luxury of picking up the phone and hearing her father's voice within seconds.

She brushes her fingers against the crystal ball, which is now replaying their first kiss. They both look so young there, lips fumbling as they try to reach one another on new levels. She wonders if the two of them in the crystal ball, them of the memory, ever thought they would make it this far together.

"Might I ask you something?"

Draco's head jerks up, focusing on her. She almost regrets breaking him from his thoughts. "Of course."

"When you first kissed me, did you think we would ever really be together?" Luna knew she hadn't thought so. The world was on its last legs. She was a laughed-at baby, with only her Pureblood status keeping her from her grave. There was an air of impermanence to everything – to words and footsteps, heartbeats and kisses.

Draco closes his eyes. "Yes," he answers. He doesn't elaborate. While she is content to accept whatever answer he is willing to give, she wishes he would be a little more articulate at times.

"Luna, ask me why I saw your father this afternoon."

Luna twists a strand of long hard around her finger. She smiles. "All right. Draco, why did you see my father this afternoon?"

"I had to ask him a question."

Luna, curiosity beginning to grow bright inside of her, bit her lip. She met Draco's eyes and followed his lead. "What question did you have to ask my father this afternoon?"

"A very important question." Draco replies vaguely.

"Hmm. What very important question did you have to ask my father this afternoon?"

Draco stands up. He crosses to her side, bringing her to her own feet. He folds her into his arms, his lips lying at her ear. "I had to ask him if I could marry his daughter."

Luna's heart stutters inside of her chest. Her breath caught up inside of her mouth. Draco slips away from her, toward the ground, keeping her left hand firmly in his grasp.

"Luna Lovegood, my beautiful Luna, will you marry me?"

There isn't anything for her to say but yes.

Let your heart sing and tonight

We'll light up the stars

It's her first night next to him as his fiancée. Somehow, the word makes everything taste different; the world has a new flavor compared to the one it had this afternoon. Luna runs a brush through her hair and thinks about what this new word means.

It means a new life. It means forever. It means everything he's already promised her, detailed by the ring on her finger. It means that they're going to be okay.

She climbs into bed next to him. He bends his head to hers.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

"I don't think I tell you enough."

Luna rests her hand against his chest. "You don't have too. I can feel it."

He smiles lightly, his pink lips curving upwards. He runs his hand along the curve of her hip, playing a melody against her ribs. She presses against his warmth, bringing herself closer into his embrace. He plucks his lips against her collarbone and neck. He slides over her and she feels him everywhere, even in the places he isn't touching.

"You're my everything," he tells her, voice low.

"You're my world."

She kisses him, threading her fingers through his hair as he fits them together. She gasps at the contact, curling around him.

"Never leave me," he begs, his secret fear spilling from his lips. "I couldn't live a life without you."

"Oh, Draco," Luna breathes, her fingers digging into his shoulder blades, holding him as close as she can manage. "I couldn't live without you either."

She studies his face in the pale light, coming from the candles and the glowing ball where their history plays on a record. He has the beauty of an angel, bus the unwritten lines on his face tell the past of a sinner. She kisses each cheek, runs her hand along every scar. She's not entirely sure how they grew together to be in this place of love, but she knows this is where she's supposed to be.

Later, in the night, when she's snuggled against Draco's warm chest, she dreams of her mother. The woman she loved and lost at such a young age often appears to Luna in her dreams, filling the girl with happiness.

Mother embraces her, swaying with her daughter. "Congratulations, Luna."

"Do you approve of him?" Luna asks, anxiously searching the eyes that look like hers.

Mother looks to Draco, sleeping and unaware of the meeting going on just steps away. "Yes. He is right for you; I don't know how or why, but he is right."

Luna smiles. She knew this already, knew that Draco was a part of her soul, so deeply rooted in her heart that he couldn't be anything but perfect for her, but the words mean so much coming from her mother.

"He'll love you with his entire heart, but Luna, dear, you know his heart isn't whole."

Luna knows. Luna's putting him back together, like he unknowingly did with her. "I love him all the more for it."

Mother smiles again, kissing her baby girl on the cheek. "That's my girl."

Mother fades away, and Luna returns to bed, Draco's arm locking around her waist.

All that you are

I don't own anything recognizable. The song is All That You Are by Goo Goo Dolls. Thanks to my beta; Noble6.

~TLL~