Luna walked down the corridors taking every turn she could as if she was running away, her walking was fast and she almost falling over, unable to walk in a straight line. She stumbled down the corridor, her vision fading and blurring until eventually she hit the cold flagstone with a hard smack.
When she came to Luna was extremely disorientated, her head was spinning and she was unsure what part of the castle she was in. Her breathing shallowed and took short, sharp breaths. Her chest tightened and she let out a cry. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder, long icy white fingers curled around arm. Her heart began to race and she continued to pant, it was becominge exceedingly hard to get a decent lungful of air.
"Shhh." a worried voice rang out.
"Luna please, calm down."
Luna was unsure if she was hallucinating the voice or not which discomforted her greatly, tears poured down her face and she began to shake.
"A-are you okay?" the voice sounded. "Can you hear me?"
Luna did not reply. She choked on her tears and began to hyperventilate until she was almost blue.
The voice then gripped her and shook her slightly to make sure she had not drifted back out of conciousness, a minute passed before the colour returned to her pale face. Her eyes were glazed as she opened them widely, as if she were an animal scanning their surroundings for predators.
"Are you okay?" the voice sounded again, this time sounding slightly more together.
"Draco?" her voice cracked, her throat dry.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm... I'm fine." Luna made no attempt at a convincing lie as she was obviously not fine. "Where am I?"
"5th floor corridor, in a corner of the castle no one really comes to."
"Why did you help me?"
"Why all the questions?" the boy smirked. "But if I hadn't helped where would you be? Left in the freezing corridor to catch your death?"
"Why do you care?" Luna was beginning to gain back her senses, the room had stopped spinning and her throat was no longer dry.
"Because... because I like you Luna. I don't like seeing you destroy yourself."
"I don't know what you're talking about." Luna was shocked at his confession, but she was rapidly turning hostile, she couldn't risk anyone else finding out.
"Luna, I know I'm not a Ravenclaw but I'm also not an idiot. I've seen your arms, I've seen your legs, I've seen you. I've seen the way you avoid human contact and avoid food. I've seen you going to the toilet straight after dinner and I've seen you leave 20 minutes later with tear stained cheeks. Luna, I'm not an idiot, and neither are you. I'm not going to ask you to stop, I'm just going to ask you why."
Luna looked at Draco for a minute, the quickly setting winter sun shone through the old windows, illuminating the dust in the air and landing on Draco's face. He looked vulnerable in the sun.
"I don't feel comfortable talking about that with you Draco, I'm sorry."
"Then we don't have to talk."
He looked at Luna for a long time, her skin as white as the moon she is named for, her legs and arms stick thin, her eyes sunken in to her skull as if she had seen it all. She sat in the shadow of the wall, a visual representation of the darkness she felt. She was small and weak. She looked vulnerable in the dark.
He looked at Luna for a long time, he lent in a planted a small kiss on her cracked lips, they tasted stale. Like kissing the pages of a book. He pulled away quickly. Before looking at her again.
A smile crept over both of their faces.
"Can I continue?"
Luna looked up at him. No one had asked to kiss her before. Her first kiss was stolen off of her by a child she used to go to school with, she forgets his name. Her second was with a 6th year Ravenclaw last year after they had won a Quidditch match, he cornered her and forced himself on her, then made her swear not to tell a soul.
She leaned in, eyes closed.
They sat in isolated corner of the castle and kissed for a long time, they collided like two seperate galaxies smashing together, like a wave crashing on to shore. Draco kissed firmly and passionately and Luna held on to him as if he were the last thing she had left in the world. Draco wrapped his arms around her and cradled, in an attempt to keep her warm. Their fingers entwined and snow fell on snow as they stroked each others palms.
Draco gentley traced his fingers along her scars. There were so many. Draco wondered how someone could possibly do such a thing to themselves, she flinched at first as he ran his fingers over the angry red marks. In return Luna traced her fingers along his, he had lots of a little scars, a quidditch injury here, a scratching from a hippogriff there. But one stood out amongst them, raised and purple. It was like a foot print in otherwise virgin snow. Luna looked up as if she was asking him about it, but he just shook his head. They sat in the corner and talked about everything for hours and hours until Luna fell asleep in his lap. He sat in the corner and stroked her hair as she flinched and jerked in her sleep. He sat in the corner and comforted her as she woke up breathless from empty screams, trying to escape a nightmare.
He waited until the early hours of the morning until he carried her back to her dorm room. The corridors were empty. He reached the Ravenclaw door and answered the riddle. The common room was deserted. He carried her up the stairs to her bed, he found it straight away. Not by the dreamcatchers surrounding it but by the mess around it. He lay her on the bed and tucked her in, planted a kiss on her forehead, then left.