Luna had begun to grow accustomed to the cold, hard floor of the cellar. The discomfort had become part of her daily life, and even the lingering smell of body odor from the three unwashed prisoners, along with the absence of a proper toilet, no longer bothered her as it once had. She had become 'nose-blind' to it. However, Draco's reaction was a different story.
"Oh, wow, what is that?" he wrinkled his nose in disgust as he entered the cellar with their daily food.
"Well, beg your pardon," Ollivander replied dryly, "but neither of us have been given the dignity of a bath or proper toilet since we were brought here." He gave Draco a pointed look. "So, your options are simple: either provide us with the means to bathe and relieve ourselves, or cover your nose when you bring food."
Draco grunted, clearly unimpressed, and set the food on the floor before leaving with a sharp click of the door behind him.
Hours later, Draco returned, carrying a bucket of water and a bar of soap. He set the items down with a flourish.
"Wash up," he said curtly, walking to the back of the cellar where the prisoners had been forced to relieve themselves. He gagged once more and cast a cleaning charm, making all the excrement disappear in a swift flash.
Luna eyed him curiously as she approached. "Is that... all for us?" she asked softly.
"I need a lot of concentration for this, so don't distract me," Draco snapped, his face still pinched in discomfort.
Luna fell silent, watching as Draco pointed his wand at the ground. He muttered a few words under his breath, and a low rumbling echoed through the cellar as he transfigured a small, deep hole in the ground. He then cast an odor-eliminating charm over it, followed by another spell to conjure a rock nearby. The rock shifted and morphed before her eyes, changing into a roll of toilet paper.
"There," he said, his voice flat. "Now you can stay... clean."
Luna stood, still processing what she had just witnessed. "Thank you," she said, her voice sincere. "But may I ask, why are you being so kind to us?"
Draco stiffened, his face flushing slightly. "I'm not doing it for them," he snapped, his voice sharp. Then, his tone softened, and his eyes flickered downward. "It was your Patronus that saved me from the Dementor on top of Hogwarts Tower last year." He looked up at her, his gaze hardening. "I haven't forgotten that."
Before Luna could respond, Draco turned on his heel and walked away. "Now wash up, all three of you. You stink."
The door slammed shut behind him, and Luna was left alone with the bucket of water and soap. She took them to the back of the cellar for some semblance of privacy. It wasn't much, but the chance to wash felt like a small piece of heaven in the otherwise bleak situation. She scrubbed herself clean, her hair and body finally able to shed the grime and sweat of days trapped in the dungeon. Draco had forgotten shampoo, so Luna used the soap bar to clean her scalp and rinsed her long, blonde hair in the bucket. She also took the opportunity to wash her clothes, making do with the little resources she had.
It took several hours for everything to dry—her hair, her body, and her clothes—but in that time, Luna did what she did best: she daydreamed. Her thoughts drifted to the boy she secretly loved but could never have. He was the one who had invited her to Slughorn's Christmas party the year before—just as friends.
From the moment he backed away from her under the mistletoe in the Room of Requirement during her fourth year, Luna had understood. Harry Potter would only ever see her as 'just a friend'. The revelation had been painful, but Luna had long since accepted it. Still, she couldn't help but worry about him.
Harry doesn't deserve all of this, she thought, her heart heavy. He deserves to be safe. He deserves to be happy.
As much as it pained her to think it, Luna knew that Harry's happiness might not ever be with her, and yet, she wished with all her heart that he would find peace when this was all over.