Closing the door behind them and using his wand to give them some light, Draco prayed that Luna would not ask him how he knew that this stock cupboard was always open. He wasn't about to explain what he and Pansy had got up to during his fifth year.

Thankfully she didn't but the silence was almost as bad. Having managed to inspect every inch of the stock cupboard intently, Draco finally let his eyes stray to Luna. She was watching the door with the kind of fear you'd usually associate with being chased by a werewolf or dementor, not an angry caretaker.

'Don't worry, Lovegood. Filch hardly ever comes in here.'

As soon as he had finished speaking he regretted sounding so confident. There was no mistaking the sound of a door opening. Draco tensed but Luna was so surprised she jumped and lost her balance. Rather than have her fall into the self of potion bottles and have her reveal their hiding place, Draco reached for her just as she reached for him. Although her hands were gripping his upper arms so tightly Draco could feel his blood leaving them, Luna continued to be unsteady. Cursing Filch for ever putting him in this position, Draco pulled Luna closer so that her entire weight was being supported by him.

'Don't think that this means anything, Lovegood.' He practically spat the words as he tried to ignore the feeling of her breath against his bare chest.

'Don't worry, Draco. I wouldn't know what it meant even if it did mean something.'

For the first time since he had started Hogwarts that year, Draco found himself smiling. It was as though nothing outside of this stock cupboard existed.

'I know you're in here so I'm just going to sit right here until you come out.'

Draco let out a slight chuckle. The absurdity of the situation had finally hit him.

He was shut, in a stock cupboard, with Loony Lovegood, with Filch waiting outside when he should be trying to murder the headmaster of Hogwarts.

As he felt Luna's head move he looked down to look at her. It was only when she grinned at him that he realised he was still similing.

'You know, you're quite handsome when you smile. Not dreamy, prince charming handsome. But handsome all the same.'

Draco looked at her, trying to work out if her compliment had actually been a compliment at all.

'Don't expect me to say anything nice back. I'm not the type to sink to flattery.'

Luna nodded her head and gently took a single step back, releasing the hold that Draco had on her. To her surprise, he shook his head and instead tightened his hold.

'I'm not about to let your inability to stand like a normal human being get us caught, Lovegood.'

'But you don't need to hold me so tight. Really, I'll be fine.'

Inside, Draco scowled. He was starting to get bored and last time he was bored in this stock cupboard, Pansy had been all too willing to entertain him. He doubted Luna would be as willing. But still, that didn't mean he couldn't make his own fun.

'But surely you don't mind me holding you so tight, since you think I'm handsome.'

His eyes bore into Luna's and he smirked as he saw her look uncomfortable. But then, as only Luna could do, she changed the subject as if nothing had happened.

'Why were you in the library?'

'Couldn't sleep.' Draco knew he had answered too fast but forced himself to look unconcerned.

'Aren't you tired?' As if she had been asking herself, Luna let out a yawn that seemed to take her by surprise.

Realising himself how tired he actually was, Draco opened the stock cupboard door just enough to reveal Filch sat, alert at one of the desks in the classroom.

Sighing, he closed the door again.

'Looks like we'll be sleeping in here.'

Where most girls would have either giggled or freaked out at the thought of sleeping with Draco Malfoy in a stock cupboard, Luna merely nodded.

'Alright.'

A few moments later neither of them had moved but Draco could feel Luna growing heavier in his arms as lack of sleep began to have an effect. Half carrying her, half walking her, Draco managed to manoeuvre her so that she was sat on the floor. She was still awake but only just and her eyes were starting to close. Sitting down next to her he resisted the urge to sneer as she shuffled closer to him. In here there was no-one but him and Luna and she wasn't about to judge him.

'You don't have to work for him you know.'

Luna's voice was so heavy with sleep, it was difficult to understand.

'What did you say?'

Luna sat up and as she spoke she suddenly seemed wide awake again. She looked him straight in the eye.

'You don't have to follow Voldemort. That's what's keeping you from sleeping. You're worrying about whatever he wants you to do.'

Draco could barely speak. 'You're wrong.'

But Luna shook her head, turning her head so their faces were level.

'I'm right. Because you're scared. And you're not scared of Snape or Dumbledore or nightmares so that only leaves You-know-who. And you don't have to work for him because the good guys will win in the end.'

Their faces were almost touching but Draco was too astounded to notice. How was it that Luna had figured him out so easily whilst no-one else had?

'Well Goodnight.'

And then she shut her eyes and Draco wondered if she'd actually been sleep talking.

Really long chapter. Probably just because I enjoyed writing it so much. Things are starting to get interesting now... If you liked it, please review!