It had been two weeks and there was still no sign of Draco. Ollivander was back and thankfully so was a reasonably regular supply of food. At first Luna had almost enjoyed not having the constant gnawing feeling in her stomach. But as the number of days since she had last seen Draco grew, her appetite lessened. On this particular morning she had given her small portion of food to Ollivander. He had protested strongly with it being the third day in a row she'd gone without food but after an offer from Griphook saying he'd eat it, he gave in.

As a result of Luna being the main initiator of conversations and her being in no mood to talk, the basement was deathly quiet save for the sound of laboured breathing. Luna had taken to sitting by the gate, just to hear sounds of life, even if it was the lives of people trying to kill her friends.

When Draco finally braved the basement two days later, he found her sitting there, her head resting on the wall, unconscious. Dropping to his knees, he shook her, looked at the vacant expressions of the goblin and the wandmaker then shook her again. When he again got no response from Luna, he turned to the two other basement occupants.

'How long has she been like this?'

Griphook barely looked up, 'Like what?'

'She's unconscious, you half grown gargoyle.'

Lying her down, Draco routed through what little first aid he could remember, placing her into the recovery position.

'It's her own fault. She should have eaten. Blood sugar's probably low.'

Draco's patience was wearing thinner and thinner every time the goblin spoke.

'Why hasn't she been eating?'

Griphook shrugged. 'Said she didn't want to. Stopped a few days after you'd stopped showing your face.'

'Why didn't you make her eat?'

'Tried.'

At the lack of care in the Goblin's voice, Draco snapped. Grabbing him by the collar, Draco sneered.

'Well you didn't try hard enough.'

The goblin was about to reply when Ollivander's voice cut him short.

'She was worried about you, boy. That's why she couldn't eat. Never underestimate the power of emotions on appetite.'

At his accusation, Draco released his hold on Griphook.

'Well how can I wake her up?'

Ollivander got to his feet and struggled towards Luna.

'She'll wake up in time.'

'But she doesn't have time. They've got the wand. They need Harry. She's his friend. It's only so long before they use her. And I can't let them do that.'

Although his sentences were short and rapid, they were calm. A trait that was beginning to unnerve Griphook. So when Draco suddenly shot to his feet and strode out of the gate, the goblin looked wonderingly after him.

'He's a strange boy.'

Ollivander just shook his head. 'Actually. I think this is the closest thing to normal that Mr Malfoy has ever been.'

Movement out of the corner of his eye alerted the wandmaker that Luna was waking up. Talking to her gently, he found himself apologizing for failing her, an apology she would never remember nor would she have felt it necessary if she had. It did however make Draco reconsider his wish for the wandmaker to die a sudden death when he heard it.

Kneeling down beside the now fully conscious Luna, he revealed his offerings.

'I brought you an apple. They're quite high in sugar I think and I found some of these.' He held out a half empty packet of Bertie Bott's every flavour beans which Luna took gratefully.

'Draco, you're being considerate. I think it suits you.'

'I'm trying to keep you alive, Luna.' There was a coldness to his tone which made Luna feel as though she had done something very wrong.

'I'm not doing a very good job of living. That's why you're angry at me, isn't it?'

Luna's eyes were focused on Draco's clenched fists. His voice was strained as he answered.

'What's the point in me risking my own neck to protect yours when you can't do something as simple as eat the food you're given? If I get caught down here, they'd kill me on the spot and you're refusing food like a spoilt rich kid. Stop being so bloody selfish would you and live. There are people out there fighting to save you and you can't even be bothered to stay alive long enough for them to rescue you.'

'Draco...' Luna reached out to to touch one of his shaking hands but he tore it away from her, standing up as if her touch had repulsed him. Something had snapped at her touch and as he turned to her there was as much confusion in his expression as there was anger.

'No. How could you? You'd let them win so easily. You talk so much about fighting back but you're as good as helping them. You're a hypocritical bitch, do you know that? All that talk last year about never losing hope and as soon as things get tough you do this! If you're going to give in that easily you might as well be dead. What use are you to Harry if you can't even eat? How could you betray them? How could you betray ME?'

'Draco... Stop... please.' Draco finally paused his pacing and really looked at the girl he had been directing his fury at. Luna was weak and bruised, her eyes bloodshot and tearful and she looked close to breaking.

'I'm so sorry, Draco. I...'

Ollivander cut her off. 'You've said your piece, boy. But I think it would be best if you go now. The damage is done.'

Draco paused for a moment and Luna saw regret flash across his eyes for a mere second before he turned to Ollivander.

'You have nothing to say to me, Old man. She'd be dead for days before you would even notice.'