"Draco?" Luna murmured, while they lay in bed in the aftermath. Draco's arms were looped around her waist, and he was breathing heavily in her ear, but Luna seemed hardly aware that they had just made love. She twisted around to look at him over her shoulder. "I think there's something that I should tell you."

"What is it?" Draco asked. With Astoria, he loathed talking after sex, because it so often led to some discussion of his faults, but he rather suspected that Luna was not going to accuse him of anything.

"I'm married."

"What?" Draco sat bolt upright, jerking away from Luna as though he had been burned. "You're what?"

"Married. I didn't think that you would sleep with me if you knew, so–"

"You tricked me! You lied!"

Luna blinked at him. "You didn't ask me if I was married, so I didn't lie," she said, as though that were obvious. "I suppose I did trick you, though. But since you're married too…"

"Oh, don't you dare bring up Astoria!"

"But you cheated on her," Luna said reasonably, "so why does it upset you that I would cheat on my husband?"

Draco had no answer for that.

"And, you know…" Luna continued, "I'm not really as mad as you think I am."

"Oh, that's a laugh…"

"It's true," Luna said. "I'm really not very mad. I don't like this house very much, though," she added thoughtfully. "I thought I felt a little different around it, so maybe it's quite right of you to think I'm mad when you've only talked to me while I'm here."

"Did you just come to…" Draco had to struggle to find words through anger, "to make me feel guilty for letting you stay locked up in here and then have me cheat on my wife? Is that the only thing you came here for?"

"I didn't mean to make you feel guilty," Luna told him. "You did that yourself."

"You're avoiding my question!" he snapped.

"I didn't mean to make you cheat on your wife either. You also did that yourself."

Draco's mouth opened and closed several times in quick succession. He felt like a fish, and suspected, from what he could glean from his reflection, out of the corner of his eye, that he looked rather like one too.

"I don't think you should be ashamed," Luna told him. "People shouldn't be ashamed to be happy."

As if I care what you think I should feel!

Draco's fists clenched, and he managed to say, "I'm not ashamed, and certainly not because I'm happy. What I am is angry at you for coming into my house, playing like you're insane when you're obviously not, and then seducing me!"

"Oh," Luna said, rather softly. "Would you like me to go, then?"

"Yes!" Draco all but screamed. He grabbed her by her shoulders and shook her roughly back and forth, as though by doing that, he would somehow force sense into her. "Yes! Get out! And don't you dare ever come back!"

Luna swallowed, then sat up in bed and started gathering the shreds of her dress. She stood and looked in the mirror, draping what remained of it artfully over herself and tearing a strip off the bottom to bind it around the waist so that she was covered. Draco thought she looked even more eerily gorgeous now than she had when she was full nude, but he crushed that thought.

She turned back to him and smiled.

"I had a very good time here with you, Draco," she told him, and then she twirled around, her hair and the remains of her dress fanning out around her, and disappeared.

Draco stared at the spot where she had gone. A dull, throbbing ache had begun to pulse, somewhere deep within him – a hollowness far worse than what he had felt before, as though he had not eaten in months and months. He felt like his insides were trying to consume themselves, making the hole inside him grow even larger, and a cold feeling was starting up too. It was like having ice grow in the very centre of his stomach, and he could have sworn, as he stared at the spot where Luna Lovegood – Luna, the girl he had kept as a prisoner, Luna, who had forgiven him to that, Luna, who might be mad and might not – had disappeared, that he was feeling it creeping up his spine and wrapping frozen fingers around his heart.