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"What do you mean have to marry?"

Luna looked as though she had just been hit by a bus.

"You're talking as if you don't have any say in it."

"Well...I don't"

"What do you mean you don't? I definitely think we should, or I should at least have a say in this."

"There's no decision to make, it's already decided."

"and you expect me to just go along with that, no questions asked?"

"Well yeah, I mean you're the one who is getting the deal here. After all you'd be marrying me, you'd get to be a Malfoy and have everything you could ever want."

"Draco, I don't think you have any idea what I want."

"Well, it's not like I haven't been bloody trying to figure out what it is you want. I mean all you do every day is read the ruddiest crazy book you can find!"

This was true; however Luna didn't ever feel as if she had any reason to open to him. She certainly didn't have any idea that he had it in his head that he expected them to get married, how could she? The idea was more than outlandish.

"Believe me, this wasn't exactly how I had planned on telling you…"

"I don't know what to say"

"I don't blame you; I was certainly speechless when father told me about it."

Luna sat down in a nearby chair. She now realized her fate, she had little chance of ever escaping and her capturers had decided to bring her into the family so that she could never leave and it was like Draco said, she really didn't have a say at all.

"So, what can I do to convince you to say yes, so we can get all this mess taken care of? You know, so we can just live happily ever after and all that nonsense."

Luna felt her heart begin to break. She was being proposed to in probably the least romantic way humanly possible to the last person she could have imagined herself with. 'This mess' was only how she was expected to live her whole life and the fact that Draco could be so nonchalant about the situation was very disturbing.

"I need some time to think about this honestly."

"Fine"

Draco sighed heavily, she had taken the news far better than he had thought she would, but despite all of his efforts it seemed close to impossible to get Luna to warm up to him. He was beyond irritated, it wasn't as if he had ever had ever had a problem with getting things he wanted before. He could very easily provide the girl with anything she could ever dream of, and how dare she be opposed to the idea, it wasn't as if she was doing very well on her own half dead living on the streets, hadn't he saved her life mere hours ago? The more Draco thought about it the more livid he became. If anyone had any reason to protest it was him, he was the one slumming it, being forced to make a Malfoy out of a nut job.

Draco knew the longer he stayed in the room with her the angrier he would become, so he left her to her thoughts and slammed the door behind him.

Luna flinched as the door slammed and she sunk onto her bed and she began to try and make sense of her present situation. For some reason the death eaters had decided to arrange Draco's marriage to her and Draco had been pleasant to her in hopes of getting her to marry him.

All of those kind moments were really a manipulative scheme to make her warm up to him.

How could she marry someone like Draco, who clearly had no compassion for her and was simply trying to carry out an assignment given to him?

Luna had never felt more alone than she did now. Even though she had no one after the war, she still had felt like she was part of something, still part of the movement, still fighting the dark lord by not falling under his regime and not conforming and despite the fact that she was being treated well at Malfoy manor, she was still very much a prisoner and there was nothing that Draco or anyone could do to change that.

The magnitude of everything that had happened hit her forcefully and she threw her face onto her pillow and began to weep.

Draco had marched back to his room and began passing back and forth trying to devise a plan of action. Trying to romance Luna at this point seemed damn near impossible. His father had never said that she had to like the idea; she just had to say yes. So that was it then, he would drop the pleasantries and make her say yes. After all she knew the situation now and he had made it very clear that she had no say in the matter.

Quite content with himself he began to walk back towards Luna's room.

Draco opened the door and Luna quickly dried her eyes, but he seemed to pay no attention to her tears.

"So Lovegood, here's the deal. I'll go ahead and have your agreement now, or you can stay in the dungeon until you change your mind."

Luna was silent; obviously Draco was done trying to make her fall for him. She ran her hand across the soft sheets of her bed. She could agree now or be tortured into submission, either way a lifetime of being Draco's wife was inevitable.

She nodded at Draco but kept her eyes glued to the floor.

"There's a good girl" he smirked. "Now you simply have to do everything I ask of you and I promise nothing bad will ever happen."

So that was it, her fate was sealed.

"I'll go tell father that you've agreed."