Then she'd wandered away again, feet moving in a bizarre dance no doubt invented to ward off imaginary dungeon creatures. He stared after her for a moment, forgetting to be angry that he had been dismissed by his own prisoner.
“Draco?” she called when he'd almost reached the top of the stairs. He didn't stop; if she couldn't finish by the time he got the door, he wasn't listening.
“You can come down here again if you need to talk.”
He took the last steps two at a time and slammed the heavy wooden door of the dungeon behind him as an answer. He didn't go into the dungeon again. It wasn't enough to stop him thinking of her curled up on the cold stone floor, her strange blue eyes piercing the darkness.
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Re: Draco/Luna -- Knight in Dented Armor (PG) 2/2
Date: 2010-12-01 04:37 am (UTC)“Draco?” she called when he'd almost reached the top of the stairs. He didn't stop; if she couldn't finish by the time he got the door, he wasn't listening.
“You can come down here again if you need to talk.”
He took the last steps two at a time and slammed the heavy wooden door of the dungeon behind him as an answer. He didn't go into the dungeon again. It wasn't enough to stop him thinking of her curled up on the cold stone floor, her strange blue eyes piercing the darkness.