It had been a long year. Luna was exhausted. Her only reprieve had been the postponement of her O.W.L.s. Unfortunately, even that came at a price. Dumbledore was gone. So was Draco.
The loneliness she felt was suffocating her. She could no longer go to the Room of Requirement to meet with the D.A. or Draco. She wouldn't look down at her enchanted galleon and know that she could be off to a secret meeting that night. She couldn't sit next to Draco, doing both her homework and his as he endlessly tinkered with that cabinet. She might never again feel the brush of his lips against hers. Their first and only kiss might have been their last.
Everyone was still mourning Dumbledore's death. She couldn't voice her worries about not knowing where Draco was, or her fears that he might not even be alive. If she did confide in her one and only friend, she would lose not only the trust of her first love, but her relationship with Harry as well.