Draco wasn't quite sure how he felt about sharing a hotel room with Luna. Yes, it was true that they had spent the night in a bed together, and surely that meant they were officially… something (friends? Boyfriend and girlfriend? Fiancées, as Bellatrix had seemed to imply?) but he was still uncomfortable with her. Whether the problem was that she seemed to emanate pure childlike innocence and that threw him off, or that she simply wasn't showing any sort of ordinary reaction to having been broken out of the Manor and brought to a hotel with her former enemy, he didn't know. But something about her made it difficult to relax.

Especially now that he was sharing a room with her.

Especially now that he was sharing a bed with her.

Both of them had slept through most of the day, exhausted and hungover, Luna sprawled all over the narrow bed and Draco keeping himself pressed tightly against the wall. He woke up long before she did, and stared at the ceiling, pondering.

What had possessed him? What insanity was this, that he had thrown away his family for… for…

"Draco?"

He started and turned over. Luna's eyes were open and she was looking at him with her usual mild, serene expression.

"What?" he asked sharply. He was irritated with himself for getting them into such a bad situation, and Luna's naiveté did nothing to sooth his nerves.

"Is something wrong?"

I'm on the run from the Death Eaters with her? We're both going to die.

"Yeah," he said. "Yeah, sort of."

"Oh." Luna lay back, looking up at the ceiling. "Well, I thought that I ought to tell you that I'm very sorry for all this. It really wasn't very wise of you to take me away from Malfoy Manor."

"What?" Draco protested. "I saved you! How can you say it wasn't a good idea? Are you completely out of your mind?"

What sort of question is that to ask Looney Lovegood?

"Your parents are probably in trouble," Luna said matter-of-factly. "And Bellatrix too, I think. It really was a terrible decision on your part."

The fact that just seconds ago Draco had been thinking what a terrible decision saving Luna had been was rendered unimportant. He wasn't about to let her say that he should have let her rot away in the basement.

"No it wasn't. It was a good decision, and I'm glad I made it. I wouldn't have wanted to so anything else."

"But you saving me means that now we're being chased by the Death Eaters."

"It's like you said," Draco told her. "The war's going to be over soon. It has to be. And when it's over, then we won't have to worry about being chased down. We just have to wait." He didn't believe it in the slightest, but he said it to reassure Luna.

"What about your parents, though? Won't Vol- won't You-Know-Who be angry at them?"

"Yes." Draco swallowed. His parents had been growing steadily more distant since Voldemort's return, and he had no delusions. They were already in trouble, and the fact that their son ran off with a prisoner wouldn't be doing anything to endear them to Voldemort. "But," he said, voice trembling a little, "I decided that you were more important."

"Your parents ought to be more important to you than me," Luna told him. "Even Bellatrix ought to be more important to you than me, really. They're family."

"They can take care of themselves," Draco told her, though he was thinking quite differently. "You can't. Not against them, anyway. Which is why I'm here to take care of you."

He kissed her, and felt her smile slightly against his lips.

"I don't really need you to take care of me, you know," she said when he pulled away.

"I know," Draco said. "But I like taking care of you."

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A/N: Augh, I feel so rusty… I need to write more Druna (yes, Ashley, your point is taken ;) ). There shall be more… I feel a Druna-ly mood swing coming my way. Hope you enjoyed it.