Luna hurriedly wiped away the tears as Ollivander began to wake. There was one thing she was determined would never happen. He would never see her unhappy. His spirits were low as it was and she was going to make sure that he was never more unhappy than he had to be. Half of her longed for Draco to come and talk to her but the other half was terrified that if he did, she would lose her temper with him again. She had done a lot of thinking in the past three days she had been locked down in the Malfoy's basement. Thinking about what her friends were doing. Thinking about what Voldemort was doing. Thinking about what her father was doing. But mostly she was thinking about what she should be doing. Thinking about mince pies and presents and all the things that muggles enjoyed about christmas that she and her father had adopted for their own enjoyment. She wondered about how she would deal with being tortured if it came to that and she wondered if Mr Ollivander would survive long enough to be rescued.

She had no doubt that they would be rescued and she took care to assure the other residents of their prison of this every few hours. She never expressed her concerns to them. Griphook would always be sure to assure her that her worries would almost certainly become reality and Ollivander would probably spend more time worrying about her worries than his own if she told him so she kept them hidden. It was just easier this way. As his eyes opened and he smiled a half-hearted smile in her direction, Luna gave up lying to herself. It was not easier this way, she wanted someone to talk to and tell her, however untrue it was, that it was all going to work out in the end. But most of all, she wanted someone to care about her. Ollivander was friendly enough but he was unintentionally selfish. Luna understood that he had been in their prison for longer and so must be suffering more but she longed for him to notice that he wasn't the only one who was cold, hungry and hurting.

It must have been almost midnight before Draco could escape to the basement. After a long four hours of arguing with himself, he had decided to try one more time at being the good guy, however stupid it was. Down underground, it was impossible to tell when day or night fell and the effect was already wearing down on Luna. Even in the dull light of the cellar, Draco could see the dark rings encircling her eyes as she looked at him. She had been crying again and the skin across her cheekbone had turned a mottled purple. She was silent as he placed the food he had smuggled from the kitchen down in front of her, her eyes watching his every move with the keenness of a starving fox. When she didn't move, Draco's expression turned from one of begrudging kindness to annoyance. He crouched down, taking hold of an apple and holding it out to her.

'Are you not going to eat it?'

As she had feared, something from within Luna seemed to snap at that. No-one had ever seen Luna Lovegood angry, no-one had ever given Luna Lovegood cause to be angry with them. But for the first time in her life, Luna felt as though her words were about to fly out of her mouth faster than she could say them.

'Why should I? Doesn't the kindness of a deatheater come at a price? You're going to make me think I have one person on me side so I'll reveal everything to you. Well I won't ea-'

Her ever flowing stream of words was cut short as Draco's hand dropped the apple and swamped her mouth.

'Merlin, Lovegood! Are you trying to get us both killed!?'

She tried to pull his hand away but he shook his head, scanning around the room to find to his relief that Ollivander and Griphook were still sound asleep.

'If you shout again, you'll bring the entire household down and compared to my mother when she's just woken up, Voldemort is a teddy bear.'

At this there seemed to be a change in Luna's eyes and the anger drained from them. As she nodded, Draco gently removed his hand and sat down beside her, leaning on the wall as he breathed a sigh of relief.

'I really thought you'd lost it then, Loony.'

'I've never been angry before. It's strange. To lose control, I mean.'

In the darkness, Draco nodded and though he tried to hide it, Luna could see his hands were still shaking from the fear of discovery.

'Is your mother really that scary in the morning?'

A familiar smirk appeared on Draco's lips.

'It's like coming face to face with an angry troll.'

As Luna began to laugh, Draco found himself smiling with her. He hadn't smiled in so long, it was almost painful. His smile weakened as Luna began to cough and he was brought back to reality. They weren't school children laughing secretly in a classroom anymore. They were captive and captor, betrayed and betrayer. Luna noticed his sudden change in mood and as always, she followed his thoughts as though they were plotted out in front of her.

'I will forgive you. It will just take time, I think. Sometimes, when I saw you at school, it would still hurt, you see and I think perhaps there was a time when I hated you. But it was only a short time, at the beginning. Hate is such an exhausting emotion to manage, don't you think?'

Draco nodded gravely. Perhaps that was why he was always so tired, hating yourself was doubly exhausting.

Wow 40 chapters! Apologies again for lack of updates, english coursework is a real imagination killer. Thank you for being patient and not hating me too much! If any of fancy following me on twitter, it's _Hanwan. I can't promise anything exciting but hey, feel free to tweet me if I haven't updated in a while and remind me. I check twitter more than fanfiction. Thanks again, my lovelies!