Here is Dean. I know Luna and Dean don't end up together- but there are hints in D.H! I think they're cute ;)

Disclaimer: I am NOT J.K Rowling and I am NOT writing from underneath the bunker below Marks & Spencers'.

"Welcome back Dean Thomas," a dreamy voice called. As he stirred, he made out a small impish face with thin blonde-white hair. Her hair was so blonde that he could see it even in such dim light.

"Where…where am I?" he murmured, each word an effort to choke out.

"You're in the cellar of Malfoy Manor."

It took a moment for this to register, and then Dean Thomas recognized the voice- this was Luna Lovegood. He didn't exactly know Luna but he had heard lots of horrible things about her. When he and Ginny were dating though, she'd always said good things about Luna… His mind snapped back to reality. He was in the cellar of Malfoy Manor- the snatchers must've caught up with him.

He tried to sit up and found it surprisingly easy. "How does it feel?" Luna asked.

"Fine," Dean replied and Luna nodded. Dean was still confused, "Who else is here?"

"Oh, well there's a goblin, Griphook, and Mr. Olivander- and me."

Dean nodded, now pulling himself up onto his feet. "How long you been here?"

"Not sure," Luna walked over to one of the cellar walls. To his surprise she took his hand in both of hers and guided it over to a spot on the wall. "Feel here, see?"

Luna's ice cold fingers guided his hand to a series of marking set into the wall. "Count them- I've marked one with an old rock for everyday we've been here."

Dean obediently counted the marks in the wall- 17. They'd been here for seventeen days. "Seventeen," he said hollowly.

Luna nodded, "That sounds about right- but Griphook and Mr. Olivander were here before me." Luna gestured to two motionless forms lying on the dusty cellar floor. "They've been here a lot longer."

Dean was shocked. "Are they dead? Are you getting food?"

"They aren't dead, oh no. They spend most their time sleeping- there's nothing much else to do. We do get food- but very little."

The next morning, someone pushed open the cellar door. A narrow shaft of light entered the cellar. A short rat-like man was brandishing a wand. "Stay back, stay back, I'm armed!" he cried, and with that he threw a few pieces of bread down at the floor. In the light, Dean caught a quick glimpse of Luna, she certainly looked thinner, the bones in her face standing out a lot more. She's still pretty, he thought and then felt surprised at that.

Luna's eyes were full of sheer terror, whenever somebody entered.

The days went by in little blurs. Luna carried on marking the wall every day, to keep track of time, she said. Sometimes they slept, other times they talked, and Dean learnt a lot more about Luna. He learnt that she was different, Unique and intelligent. There was something very attractive to him in everything she did- the way she comb her hair with her fingers, and whisper to herself late at night.

Dean and Luna grew closer, it made their time in the cellar more bearable, with someone to talk to, someone to confide in and- Dean often though- someone to love.

What do you think? The most Romantic chapter yet! Let me know. Thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far :)

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