"see that one?" luna said, her voice filled with wonder "that's the constellation draco. it's named after you"
"really?" draco turned, his heart swelling with affection "i never knew that"
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"as the sun set, it painted the sky with hues of unexpected friendship, weaving laughter and solace into hearts once touched by shadows." __________________
Voldemort's commanding presence filled the courtyard, a figure that instilled dread in the hearts of all who stood before him. Luna's eyes widened in disbelief as he declared, "It is time to declare yourself," his voice carrying the weight of the choices they were about to make.
Her gaze shifted, and her heart sank as she caught sight of Hagrid, cradling the lifeless body of Harry Potter, the Chosen One. It was a painful reminder of the lives lost and the battles that had been fought. The courtyard was enveloped in an eerie silence, anticipation mingling with trepidation, as everyone grappled with the unimaginable choice presented to them.
"Draco," Lucius's call sliced through the silence, and Luna's eyes darted to the boy by her side. She saw his shattered spirit, the conflict raging within him. He was not the image of a Death Eater she had envisioned; he was just a broken boy. "Draco," his mother's voice, softer this time, pleaded.
"Come," his mother's gentle call reached Draco's ears, carrying both expectation and desperation. Luna's hand moved almost instinctively, her fingers finding his in a delicate touch. In that fleeting moment, as their hands connected, a surge of unexpected emotions coursed through Luna. Their intertwined fingers created a bridge, a connection that defied the walls of silence that had stood between them since their time at Hogwarts began.
Luna's mind raced with questions as she locked eyes with Draco. They had never really spoken, their interactions limited to fleeting glances and unspoken curiosity. And yet, in this critical moment, something within her urged her to reach out, to offer him a glimmer of comfort amidst the chaos that surrounded them. As their fingers intertwined, Luna's concern for him became palpable.
Draco's turmoil was etched on his face, reflecting the battles raging within him. Luna couldn't comprehend why she felt the need to help him, to be a voice of reason amidst the darkness that threatened to consume him. But there was a connection between them, a silent understanding that transcended their lack of words. It was as if Luna could see the vulnerability hidden behind his hardened exterior, the flicker of a lost soul yearning for redemption.
"Don't do this, Draco," Luna whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of pleading and desperation. Their fingertips brushed against each other, creating a bittersweet moment that seemed to freeze in time. Luna's heart clenched as she held onto the fragile hope that he would choose differently, that he would defy the pull of the darkness that awaited him.
Their lingering touch spoke volumes, conveying a multitude of unspoken emotions. In that delicate connection, Luna poured her earnest desire for Draco's salvation, silently urging him to reconsider. But as the seconds stretched on, her hopes began to fade, replaced by a crushing sense of sadness.
