She wondered what sort of a husband the Malfoy heir would be for her. If he would be the quiet, nervous type of man before her, acting attentive to her needs or if he would lead a secret life of hunts and red-lipped women before coming home to lie stiffly beside her. The strange part to her was that Pansy wasn't sure if she cared. Draco was as much captive in this as she was.

Luna had the nerve then to smile at him, "Oh… your head is all full of whispers, isn't it? Usually, that's a sign of creatures on the outside buzzing around but yours are stuck inside your skull." "SHUT UP, GIRL!" Barty roared, bashing his knife against the stone wall by her head. "You wanted me to chase you tonight. You knew I was here. Tell. Me. Why." (Multi-Chapter)

Luna Lovegood knew what she wanted. She always had. With this dark man, she could finally say it. He didn't care if she wasn't the sweet, odd girl the rest of the world expected. He didn't care about anyone and in that she found release. Post-War Healing Rated M for mature content REPOST and updated!

One year measured in scratches in the stone that surrounded her all the time. At a loss of what else to do, as even tears stopped before reaching her eyes, Hermione Granger counted back the days, forwards and backward, reaching 365 before stopping and starting all over again. It was all she had now.

Touch was a powerful tool for healing. A lesson she had learned when her own mother had been ripped from the world. Only what she offered was safe, without strings or expectations.

"Adenium obesum. The Muggles call it a desert rose." Luna's eyes glazed over, a dreamy look Percy remembered more clearly of the witch he had known before today taking over her face. "My mum taught me how quickly its poison will work to stop a heart from beating."