Author's Notes: Written for the February 27th Prompt of the Day on Hogwarts Online II – "There's no one left that I can love" – but mostly as a birthday gift to my dear friend Jeanne (listen2music4ever).

Happy birthday, darling! I hope you enjoy it!


When Lucius Malfoy died, his body was buried next to his wife's.

Draco stood out in the graveyard for a long time after the funeral, gazing at the twin headstones, raindrops – not tears, he told himself fiercely – blurring his vision. He felt numb and empty and couldn't begin to fathom the absence of his father in his world.

Astoria had taken Scorpius home hours ago, leaving Draco in the cold driving rain of the churchyard, but he wasn't aware of time passing until he heard a voice.

"You're crying."

His head snapped around and his eyes narrowed when he saw a woman standing beside him. A woman with wide silver eyes and scraggly blonde hair and a vaguely familiar look about her. Draco stared for a long moment at her, but didn't recognize who she was until she tucked a sopping strand of her hair behind her ear and he noticed a radish hanging from the lobe.

"Luna Lovegood?"

"Yes," she said mildly. "You're crying."

"I'm not!"

"Of course you are. You're looking at your parents' graves. It would be quite wrong of you not to be crying."

"God, but that's comforting," Draco said sarcastically.

"Do you want to tell me why?"

"You just said it was because–"

"I know why you're crying," Luna told him, matter-of-factly. "But I don't know why you're so sad that you've been standing out here for the last three hours in the pouring rain."

"It's none of your business."

"But you can still tell me."

Draco sighed, looking away. "There's… there's no one left that I love," he muttered, staring at the gravestones, ashamed of such a pathetically weak response.

"Don't be silly." Luna didn't sound the least bit sad at his situation or amused by his foolishness – she was practically chipper, in fact – and Draco had an overwhelming urge to smack that serene smile off her face. "There are still plenty of people to love. There's your wife, and your son–"

"My wife is unfaithful," Draco said. He didn't know why he was telling her this, but… well, it wasn't as if she would be gossiping about him. She was Looney Lovegood after all. "And my son is dating a Potter."

"Surely that's not such a bad thing."

"You would think that, wouldn't you?" Draco spun around to face her, lashing out. "You always did fancy Potter!" It felt childish to say, but the words were out before he could stop them.

"No, I didn't." Luna didn't sound any less serene than she had before. "He was very nice to me, but he was my friend, not my boyfriend. Ginny loves him."

"Just because she does, doesn't mean you didn't."

"She's my friend."

"Doesn't matter." Draco turned back to his parents' graves, tears rising in his throat. "Just go away."

"There's still someone left to love, you know," Luna said softly.

"Oh, I'm sure." Draco glared at her again. "I don't have parents, a wife, or a son that I can trust – who is there left?"

"Me," Luna said quietly. Then she stood on tiptoe and laid a soft kiss against his lips, and for just a second, Draco felt a stirring of something like happiness in his core.