He didn't think about the greenhouse for a long time. Not with everything else going on. It wasn't until two weeks after he'd come home to manor did he think of her. It was only because she had been thrust in to conversation. A conversation he wish he never heard. Only then did he think of the green house and of her misplaced gratitude. Of the darkness between them and dead things around them. He denied their kinship as outsiders, as undesirables. All he needed was the mark on his arm, that represented his brotherhood, they were his promised land. It made him royalty.
Outside of the winding tower of the Lovegood residence Luna was collecting visgaburn on a knoll. The thin hair like mushrooms lined between her fingers. Around her they cast a weak violent blood orange glow. On her knees she pinched them off and tucked in a between her fingers. Their glow began to die the moment she took them from the soil. Her fingers had gone numb over an hour ago, still she worked into the night. Her wand tucked behind her ear and hair that was barely tamed into a long braid that hung around her neck and nearly sweeping over the lifeless grass. That was a distinctive pop that drew her attention, a figure on the knoll. A black and empty silhouette. Luna's heart skipped,a sharp inhale, she attempted to scramble to her feet, but he was on her. She fought but was was over powered. When she tried to scream a cold hand clamped over her mouth. Heels dug into soft loam. They laid in the grass and she battered him with her arms. Blows that he took. Blows that did not move him. Her fingers combed the long blades of grass and she found nothing, her wand gone.
"Shhhut up, quiet." a hiss.
The distinct and dangerous feeling of the end wand tip pressed under her chin. Her eyes held tightly closed and she began to shut down. Luna wouldn't cry, she wouldn't cry in the face of death. She stopped fighting.
"Good," spoken in panted breath. That tone was sore and reluctant. The hand moved from her mouth to press her down hard on the uncomfortable frozen ground. A forearm braced against her chest, limiting her breath. A time passed when nothing was said or done. So she opened her eyes, but all she could see was darkness in that hood. So many wizards had gone missing, so many dead. Her heart pounded and those seconds seemed to last an eternity. Luna reached up. The assailant did not stop her. She pushed back the hood and in the crimson glow she was his pointed features.
"Draco?"
Before he could answer there were the sounds of wood tearing, a door being broke off its hinges. Voices, the high strung Bellatrix and marryment of men in her chorus. Luna struggled and kicked once more. Arching her back and looking passed the knoll to her house as the windows lit up one by one. Shadows moved in the yellow blazing frame. They reminded her of demons from muggle mythology with pointed hats and movements that fluttered in and out of view like desperate birds. Luna screamed and tried to claw free from the boy. The mushrooms lose along with her wand. Dirt under broken finger nails. He held to her her, he fought to keep her back. Draco Apparated and took her with him
