Draco was the first to wake the next morning. Lifting his head, he was suddenly aware of Luna's weight against him. Her head lolled against his shoulder and where his hand rested at her waist he could feel her breathing steadily. He thought of moving her, decided he was still too weak and settled himself to sit and wait for her to wake up.
Which she did kicking and screaming. It began with a quiet murmuring in her sleep. Draco looked down at her, bemused and positioned himself to see her more clearly. His brows furrowed as the murmuring became audible words and her face became contorted in what looked liked pain. Gripping her shoulders, he used what strength he could to lift her weight off him so he could walk round to get a better look at her.
'Lovegood?' By this time she had begun to shake her head and the words were as clear as crystal. She was telling someone 'No.'
Draco hesitantly shook her shoulders. 'Lovegood? Luna, wake up.'
Then suddenly she was no longer merely speaking the words but shouting them and it wasn't just her head but the rest of her moving. It was as if she was struggling to get away from someone. One of her hands hit draco and in an attempt to stop himself from being hit again, he gripped her wrists, again trying to wake her.
'Lovegood! Luna! Loony! For the love of Merlin, wake up!'
'Let me go!' Luna screamed at him so loud that he dropped her wrists out of shock. Her screaming had woken Ollivander who walked next to Draco.
'She's not talking to you, boy. She's talking to whoever it is she can see that we can't. Try again.
Draco scowled at the old wandmaker. He didn't need him to tell him what to do. Logic more than affection ruling, Draco again took her wrists, this time more gently. And leaning closer than he had before, he spoke slowly and calmly.
After a moment she stopped fighting him, the shouting stopped and two large tears crept from under her closer eyelids and rolled down her cheeks. Her eyes opened and without realising, Draco breathed a sigh of relief and released her wrists.
Luna's hand immediately went to touch the damp streak on her cheek.
'Draco, why am I crying?'
Draco shrugged as he stood up and pulled on his now dry shirt.
'You tell me, Lovegood. You're the one dreaming the crazy dreams.'
Luna started to reply but stopped at the sound of the key turning in the gate door. Without a word to anyone, Draco picked up his jacket and pushed passed the death-eater who had returned his freedom to him. But the deatheater remained by the door as two more entered and each took one of Ollivanders arms. Half carrying, half dragging him out of the door and leaving Luna very much alone with her confusion.
Two chapters in quick succession now because this one is very short and I feel guilty!