A/N: In response to ix3youlots' Colorful Phrases Competition. Prompt: A Black Tie Affair. Pairing: Draco/Luna.
"There, there, Mister Ollivander, it'll be alright."
The old man smiled weakly at her through the darkness, squeezing her comforting hand in thanks. "You're a dear girl," his voice rasped.
She simply smiled in response, squeezing his hand back, and then turned expectantly to the door of the dungeon. Ollivander didn't know how Luna always knew when the boy would arrive—perhaps her Nargles (or some such nonsense) told her—but she always did.
Sure enough, a moment later the door was creaking open, and the young Malfoy heir slipped through, shutting it firmly behind him.
"'Lo Luna, Mr. Ollivander," he whispered, lighting the tip of his wand. The light cast an eerie glow on his pale and tired face.
"You don't look well, Draco," Luna said lightly.
A shadow passed over his eyes, a shadow which had nothing to do with the weak shaking of his wand arm that was causing the light to quiver. He shrugged and said nothing.
"And your clothing, Draco, it's awfully rumpled. Are you quite alright?" Her tone was still conversational.
"I didn't realise I was attending a fancy event. Do excuse me while I find my dress robes," he sneered.
Her smile was sad. "It's all the darkness isn't it? I'm sorry it's not what you thought it would be."
He said nothing. He never said much. And Ollivander found himself wondering frequently why the boy ventured so often to their cell.
"I expect Harry, Ron, and Hermione'll end it all soon—"
"Shh!" he hissed, but was unable to dim the hopeful gleam that lit in his eyes. He carefully surveyed Luna's appearance.
He didn't quite manage to keep the concern from his voice as he said, a little hoarsely, "You know you don't look so hot yourself, Lovegood."
"Oh, I'm alright. A bit dirty, though." She laughed softly.
"I'm sorry I can't let you out." A whisper, barely audible.
Luna reached through the bars and slipped her hand into his. "We understand, Draco."
He stared at her hand a long while before bringing it to his lips and softly kissing her fingers. "You're something else, Lovegood. Definitely something else."