Draco found himself sitting at his desk at five in the afternoon, still slightly stunned from his encounter earlier. After thinking of her every night for so long, he had forgotten that she could exist in the daylight. And he hadn't kept up with anyone from school, so he should have anticipated this as a possibility. But now she was here, in his building, and he felt her, even though she was eight floors above him.
He couldn't focus on his work, and he had to finish his inquiries by tonight. He let out a frustrated sigh and went to get a coffee. Maybe the barista would distract him.
But, just as fate would have it, as soon as the elevator doors opened, there she was. She didn't say anything, and neither did he. The elevator operator seemed to sense the tension, and after a glance at the two of them, attempted to expedite their trip to the lobby.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, Luna walked quickly out and made a sharp right. Draco bolted after her, grabbing her shoulder before she could get any farther. She spun to face him, but after a furtive glance around the room, she grabbed his hand and pulled him into a broom closet, casting a quick Silencing spell around the room.
"Draco Malfoy, I understand that there is something you feel the need to express to me but it is absolutely uncalled for to jeopardize my job like this" she said furiously.
"I didn't mean—" he tried, but she cut him off.
"Draco, you know that I just started here. Having any sense of scandal about my name will undoubtedly cause trouble for me!" she shot back.
"Well I'm sorry Luna! But you haven't spoken to me in a year and a half and now you're acting like everything is peachy-keen? That is obviously not the case!" he yelled, unsure of where this anger at her came from, but knowing it felt right.
"Why shouldn't I ignore you? What have you done to earn me?" she yelled, her calm exterior fracturing, revealing a flustered and out of breath young woman.
"I loved you," she whispered, tears filling her eyes. "I loved you, and you did that to me."
She looked at him for a moment, but he couldn't say anything. Stifling a sob, she turned and opened the closet door.
"Wait—" he whispered, almost silently.
She didn't turn around, but gave a short laugh. "Draco, I think I've waited long enough."
And she walked away, again.