"I love you, Draco Abraxas Malfoy."
Draco turned to look at her. Tears were streaming down her face. He had never seen her cry before. His gut feeling told him that she wasn't being insincere. Any anger he felt at her going to Slughorn's party with Potter dissipated. No one except his mother had ever told him that they loved him. He took the present she held in her outstretched hand.
Not putting it down, he closed the gap between them and wrapped his arms around her.
"We probably shouldn't meet here anymore… it's too dangerous." he whispered.
"I know. From now on, I'll leave you to your task."
"Luna…"
"Goodbye, Draco."