Okiie no one reviewed and I know I said it was a oneshot, but I lied :)
For days Draco avoided going down into the dungeons, he couldn't bear the reminder of the monster he was. He stretched the lose skin on his cheeks and let it snap back, he coudln't remember when he'd last eaten. He made his way slowly through the dreary confinements of his home in search of the kitchen, he'd never actually been there, why would he when the house elves did all the cooking? Shoes clicking on the cold tiles he rounded a corner and was slapped with the warm smell of food, real good to eat food. He pushed open a door that couldn't have ever been there before and stepped into a small room alive with energy.
A small elf neared him, dressed in rags and a few feathers plucked of a chicken. "Master's son, what can I be getting you?" It squeaked nervously, fidgeting with it's long gnarled fingers.
"I need to eat, bring me something that isn't that slop." He sniffed, eyeing a few bowls of something he wouldn't dare feed to even a mudblood.
The elf seemed to shrink back even more, tugging on one of its ripped ears. "Course not master's son, this is for only the pirsoners, Turnip will bring Master's son yummy food." Draco's heart sank even lower into his chest. That bowl of dirt was for the prisoners? He wasn't hungry anymore, though his stomach growled it's own opinion.
"On secound thought elf, I will be bringing the food to the prisoners. What else do you have? Maybe some soup?" He strode past the elf in search of something edible.
Turnip, the little elf, ran after Draco's heals. "Ohhh, but Master's son, Mistress Bellatrix is telling Turnip what to feed your prisoners." The elf fretted.
"They're not my prisoners." Draco hissed though gritted teeth. "And I asked for soup." He growled raising his hand for the strike that he usually would have emitted. His hand twitched as he lowered his hand to his face. "Just get me the soup." He sighed. The elf nodded vigorously, feathers falling off of its rag wrap.
Several minutes later Draco was carrying a tray of steaming hot vegetable broth and an assortment of what ever else the elf had scrambled to hand him down the damp stone steps to the dungeon. He couldn't reach his wand so he was stuck in the dark. He reached what he guessed to be the center of the main room, "Err, food." He called out unsure of how this usually went down.
Out from the shadows first stepped the goblin, grumbling about something Draco couldn't hear. He didn't make eyecontact with Draco as he grabbed the bowl of soup from the tray, but when he realized what he'd been given he gave him a long dark stare before. Luna and Ollivander came together. The old man looked bad for shape but Luna had a small smile to match her distant gaze, though you could still see the outline of a cut on her lip.
"Hello Draco." Draco was shocked when her voice came out low, barely a whisper. She noticed him staring.
"I seemed to have picked up a cold. Probably from all the Dabberblimps." She mused, taking a bowl of soup. She peered into the bowls contents curiously, "Next time could we have plimpie soup Draco? It's good for healing."
"No." Draco said stiffly, wondering if the dotty girl remembered what he did. He watched her drink her soup, ignoring the spoon he provided her with. A bit of broth dribbled down her dress front.
"Are you going to be eating with us Draco?" Luna asked looking up. Draco glanced down at the tray where one bowl still remained. His stomach rumbled and he nodded his head, taking a seat againts the far wall. Carfeully taking spoonfuls of the soup he took joy in the warmth it gave him, satifying his hunger. He was about to finish off the last spoonful when the small blonde popped up sitting down beside him, causing him to spill on his shirt.
He threw the metal spoon to the ground, grinding his teeth. "Lovegood! Look what you did!" He dabbed at his shirt to no help. Luna brought a small frail finger to the trail of soup on his shirt.
"My dad once told me that if you soak a stain in the saliva of a crumpled horned snorkack it'll show a map to all sorts of treasure." She smiled brightly, reaching to pick up the fallen spoon. "That's why I make sure to get a stain on all my clothes, then oneday I'll have lots of treasure to find." Draco snorted aloud, standing up.
"Can I keep this?" Luna asked inspecting the silver spoon intently.
"Sure." Draco muttered, dumbfounded once again by the peculiar blonde. He made his way back to the stair case when Luna called out once again.
"I forgive you." She sang quietly. Draco grimaced, she remembered. He glance back to see her slipping back into the shadows, dragging the spoon against the wall as she went.