Luna sat down on the black leather sofa as if she was placing herself on a fine, delicate piece of gold, sitting slightly on the edge of the sofa, with her hands placed firmly within the centre of her lap.

"I said make yourself comfortable, Loony," Draco commented as he walked into the room.

"I am comfortable," Luna commented quietly. Draco slumped down next to her on the sofa, his eyebrow slightly raised,

"You're nervous-"

"-I am not," Luna interrupted, glaring furiously at him.

"Yes you are," Draco smirked, "This isn't the first time you've been in my house. Remember that morning-"

"-Yes I remember," Luna hissed, "It's the only thing I seem I can remember from that night," she smiled.

"We'll have to get Ginny to play the video is it? I'm not sure what Muggles call it, but it should be funny," Draco laughed. Luna giggled slightly at the thought, relaxing a slight bit more than she had done before. She felt her stomach rumble slightly, making her instantly grip her sides,

"What's for dinner?"

"What do you mean, 'what's for dinner?'?" Draco questioned in confusion.

"Well I'm a guest… I was imagining that you'd make me dinner…"

"You keep imagining that Loony," Draco smirked, fiddling mindlessly with a strand of her hair.

"I'll cook dinner then," Luna suggested, her stomach rumbling faintly within the background.

"What is it?" Draco scoffed, screwing up his face at the food which had been placed in front of him.

"It's plumberry soup," Luna chirped as she sat down opposite him.

"It looks absolutely disgusting, I'd rather eat my own stomach lining," Draco spat, pushing the bowl slightly away from him.

"Okay," Luna commented coldly, not looking up from her bowl. Draco glanced up at her, to notice that Luna's entire posture had stiffened and the atmosphere was becoming thick with awkwardness. Draco picked up his spoon and placed it into the soup, then nearing it closer and closer to his mouth. The smell of it was horrendous; he could already feel his stomach churning in disgust.

As the soup entered Draco's mouth he heaved slightly but covered it up by pretending it was a cough. The flavour of the soup was bland yet bitter at the same time.

"What do you think?" Luna beamed from across the table.

"It's something alright…" Draco muttered.

"I knew you'd like it!"

After dinner, the two of them sat in the lounge, drinking wine and speaking to one another about old times at Hogwarts.

"Do you remember that year where you practically walked around with no shoes on?" Draco laughed, as he poured Luna another glass of wine.

"That was only because people had stolen my belongings," she glared while taking her glass away.

"Oh, I think I remember Zabini doing that one time," he smirked.

"Pansy did too," Luna commented, taking a gentle sip of her wine. Draco felt his stomach jump a little at the sound of Pansy's name but forced himself not to show any reaction towards it as it would lead to more questions off Luna.

"I'm just going to go to the bathroom," Luna commented as she rose from the sofa, "where is it?"

"It's in your guest room, up the stairs, third door on the right," Draco added, his eyes following Luna as she walked out the room.

As Luna walked up the stairs, she was in awe by Draco's house. She wasn't used to being surrounded by enchanted objects, such as moving portraits or singing plants.

"1,2,3" Luna muttered under her breath, counting the doors as she walked. She creaked the door open ever so slightly, as if suspecting to see Fluffy on the other side.

"Wow," Luna gasped, staring at the room in utter ore. The room was decorated with silver and green silk robes, lapped around the banister of the king size bed. Once Luna was finished in the bathroom she laid across the ever so inviting bed, staring up at the silver ceiling.

"I could get used to this," Luna giggled to herself as she sat up, while doing so; she caught a glimpse of something underneath the wardrobe.

Draco sat patiently awaiting for Luna's arrival, when he finally heard the stairs creek he felt his heart leap with joy.

"Draco…" Luna called from the stairway, "What's this?"

"What's what?" Draco asked curiously, sitting up more on the sofa.

"This," Luna answered, holding up a picture to Draco once finally in the room. Draco stared at the picture blankly before registering what and who was being held in front of him. It was an old, tatty picture of him and Pansy right after he had engaged to her. Pansy was beaming, while Draco, himself, looked close to tears with happiness. Draco snatched the picture from Luna's hand and threw it into the open lit fire and watched as Pansy's face slowly burned from his sight.

"It's nothing," Draco scoffed, breathing slightly heavier than before.

"Dra-"

"Didn't you hear me Lovegood, it's nothing? It's just an old picture, I'm allowed to have old pictures, it is my house!" Draco snapped, turning briskly away from her, trying his hardest to avoid eye contact with her. Luna walked next to him, placing her hand gently upon his shoulder, not saying a word. She didn't shout at Draco, she didn't question him, she didn't even try to comfort him, Luna just simply offered her presence to him.

"It was a picture of Pansy," Draco finally commented after ten minutes of silence, "It was taken after we got engaged, while we were still happy." Luna still remained silent, though her grip on Draco's shoulder slid down to his arm. Draco began to tell the entire story to Luna, from how Pansy said she was pregnant to how she admitted it was all a lie.

"I'm so sorry, Draco" Luna whispered once Draco had finished, stroking his arm gently.

"It's fine," Draco muttered, he turned slowly from the window and looked deeply into Luna's eyes, "You help me forget about her."

"Well I'm glad I do, Draco, nobody deserves that kind of treatment," Luna replied, holding her gaze with him. Draco leant in closer, wrapping his arm around Luna's waist. She knew what was going to happen, but Luna didn't do anything to stop it, before she knew it their lips had crashed together, their hands all over each other.

Luna finally pulled away, feeling as if reality had suddenly slapped her in the face.

"I can't do this, I'm married!" Luna exclaimed, pushing herself free from Draco.

"Yes you can, it's easy," Draco smirked, walking back over to Luna.

"No, I really can't. I made a promise-"

"-Loony, we're just friends. This is what friend's do-"

"-No it's-"

"-It's what special kind of friends do," Draco finished, giving Luna a spell-binding wink. It was as if nargles had filled Luna's brain and ate away at her common sense, before she knew it she was being led up to Draco's bedroom, this time fully aware of what was going to happen.