Draco ran his hands through his hair, his muscles aching with the movement. He hadn't gotten any sleep lately, not since Dumbledore's death.
He stood up shakily, only to fall back down into his seat a moment later.
He didn't have the strength or willpower to try and get out of here, nor did he desire to come into any interaction with any of the other Death Eaters.
He walked down to his family's cellar, a place of solitude for him ever since a little blonde Ravenclaw had taken up residence there.
"Hello Draco," she said happily as she came towards the bars she was behind in the dimly lit cellar. She instantly noticed that something was wrong when she approached him, asking what it was.
Draco shook his head. "I am so, so sorry for all that they have done to you. All that I've done to you. No one deserves this kind of treatment. Not even Potter, no matter how much I loathe him,"
Luna reached through the bars to grab his hand, which he allowed her to do, but he refused to look at her even when she begged.
"You are not like them Draco. You have good in you, and I can see it. Remember when I helped you with your Patronus?"
Draco nodded.
"Can you still produce a Patronus?" she asked.
Again, Draco nodded in response.
"Then there is your proof that there is still good in you! A Death Eater cannot produce a Patronus, but you still can. That means that you are good. In your heart, you are good," she said as she reached through the bars with her other hand to place it over his heart. He looked up at her with tears in his eyes, and a look of deep depression on his face.
Luna smiled. "You look depressed. Don't worry. I will have enough hope for the both of us!" she said.
"Is it-I mean would you mind-could I kiss you?" he asked suddenly.
Luna tilted her head curiously, but soon nodded.
It was odd trying to figure out a way that he could kiss her properly with the bars in the way, but after a bit of fumbling, he was able to. It was a sweet kiss, only Luna's second.
When they pulled away, Luna spoke. "You know, you were my first kiss Draco. Back in my fourth year. Did you know that?" she asked dreamily.
Draco shook his head. "No. But did you know that you were my first kiss?" he asked her, looking down at his feet.
"No! I was your first kiss?" she asked, surprised.
Draco nodded.
"How was it? For a first kiss I mean?"
"The best I've ever had," he replied frankly. He gave her a shy smile at his sudden confession.
She returned it. "It was my best kiss too Draco," she stated simply, smiling up at the pale, blonde boy. The Slytherin who he had captured in his basement, and in turn had captured her heart. This boy who, unbeknownst to her, had fallen harder for her than she could ever imagine.