A/N: I don't own anything you recognize
She stood against the wall, drink in hand, watching everyone else dance, watching the rest of the Death Eaters having a good time. She smoothed an imaginary wrinkle on her blue dress, scanning the room.
He wasn't here. She tried not to let the tears start to build in her eyes. He'd said he'd be here, that he was going to find a way. Lord Voldemort's parties were legendary and she was finally old enough to attend, finally allowed to be part of this dark new world.
She knew anyone where would be thrilled to dance with her, Lucius and Severus had already asked her. She'd shaken her head, giving them each a smile. No, she wanted to dance with him, dance with the wizard her heart had set itself on. The double door swung open and Luna's head turned, watching as a man in a black cloak walked in, dropped his hood. A smile broke across her face as he crossed the room taking her hand in his.
"You made it," she said, letting him sweep her onto the dance floor, hexing the musicians as he did so. Their song swelled from the instruments.
"I told you I would be here, my Luna," he whispered in her ear, ignoring the chaos going on around them. He was supposed to be dead, or Kissed, whichever the current rumor was.
"I bought this for you," she said, nodding to the shimmering blue dress, his favorite color. He smiled, licking his lips looking at her.
"And it will look beyond beautiful pooled in a pile on the floor," he replied, kissing her passionately while dipping her. Her hair swept the floor before he pulled her back up, holding her close to him.
"Anything for you, my Barty," she purred, ignoring the jealous looks of the other Death Eaters as she and Barty stepped from the dance floor, heading off to explore one of the too many bedrooms Malfoy Manor had to offer.