A/N: HELLO FANS. I APOLOGIZE DEEPLY FOR MY MONTH-LONG HIATUS. IT HAS BEEN BUSY AT SCHOOL AND LOTS OF HOMEWORK AND NEVER ANY TIME TO WRITE. AND MOSTLY IT'S MY FAULT FOR BEING TOO LAZY. BUT I AM BACK AND I WILL HAVE NO MORE HIATUSES FOR THE REST OF PROMISE ME. PLEASE READ AND REVIEW AND REMEMBER THAT EACH REVIEWER GETS TO DECIDE A TINY LITTLE DECISION TO MAKE IN THE STORY! I WOULD LIKE TO SAY THAT THIS STORY WILL HAVE A SUPER HAPPY ENDING, I PROMISE. I GOT A MESSAGE SAYING THEY CRIED WHEN THEY FOUND OUT ABOUT DRACO'S LITTLE NIGHT WITH PANSY, BUT DON'T WORRY, THINGS WILL WORK OUT IN THE END. ONLY A FEW MORE CHAPTERS TILL THE END OF THIS LONG, MULTICHAPTERED STORY. SORRY FOR THE LONG A/N BUT I FELT AS IF YOU NEEDED AN EXPLANANTION FOR MY HIATUS. STAY CUTE. (:

Chapter 18

She brushed her hair back, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. Luna pulled the hem of her shirt down, not paying attention to the words that flew from Draco's mouth.

"Luna! I said I was sorry! What more do you want from me? I did all that I can, just forgive me already!"

"I told you I forgave you, just drop it! I'm fine, im not mad, I know it was a mistake, just shut up, Draco!"

"Don't tell me what to do, Luna! You don't know anything about what I can handle! You know NOTHING! DON'T ACT LIKE YOU GIVE A DAMN ABOUT WHAT I FEEL!" Draco shouted, pushing his face close enough to feel her breath on his cheek.

"What you feel? How about what I feel? You think im actually fine? You think it didn't hurt me a bit to find out you had cheated on me right after I found my father's corpse on the kitchen floor? You think I don't care?" she yelled, pushing him away.

"DON'T YOU DARE BRING THAT UP! YOU ARE A SICK, TWISTED PERSON IF YOU WOULD BRING THAT UP AND ACT LIKE I DID IT ON PURPOSE!"

"YOU'RE A SICK, TWISTED PERSON FOR DOING IT, DRACO! DON'T YOU REALIZE I'M A LIVING, BREATHING PERSON WHO HAS FEELINGS TOO? MAYBE I HELD IN ALL MY EMOTIONS BECAUSE I WANTED TO SEEM STRONG AND ACT LIKE I DON'T GIVE A DAMN ABOUT WHAT YOU DID TO ME, BUT IT STILL HURTS! I NEVER GOT TO BREAK DOWN AND CRY UNCONTROLLABLY IN YOUR ARMS! DON'T YOU THINK I WANT TO?"

"I MADE A HUGE MISTAKE, OKAY? I WOULD LET YOU CRY BUT YOU DON'T GIVE ME A CHANCE TO HOLD YOU-"

"I GAVE YOU A MILLION CHANCES-" she interrupted.

"Don't interrupt me,'' he warned, gazing into her eyes.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, but not for interrupting, and not for arguing. For every ounce of pain she caused him. Wouldn't it be easier to not love, to fill that empty space in your heart with good friends and family? And sometimes, though she hated to admit it, she considered that. Because as they stood there, glaring at each other, hatred in their eyes, all she felt was pain. All she would ever feel with Draco again was the pain and the scars he left her with, mentally and physically.

As this thought ripped across her mind, she pulled her sleeve down to cover her wrist.

"I guess I am too," he said slowly, not noticing her peach sleeve edging closer to her hand. "I have to go."

She nodded slowly, pushing her blonde frizz backwards so she could see his dirt matted body leaving. He had been through a lot tonight, she thought. He had watched his parents die, and his best friend. He watched the pain on Luna's face as she lost everybody she loved. He had been so strong. She closed her eyes, curling up in a tight ball and trying to drift off on the cold marble floor of the Great Hall.

She looked all around her. The dusty remains of Ravenclaw Tower surrounded her, no others there to experience the tight feeling in her chest and the odd feeling in the pit of her stomach. This was her home, where she belonged. And it was blown to pieces. Slowly, hearing the pound of her boots across the concrete floor, she walked over, picking up a small stone. She examined it in her hand. It was a small chunk diamond-she thought, at least, never had seen a real diamond before- and it shined spo brightly in her palm, reflecting every drop of light in the dust.

And the tiny stone made her smile as she slipped it in her pocket and her smile dropped back to the dusty frown that had been more common on her flawless face lately.

As a single tear dripped down her face, she walked back down the stairs, back to the ones who could help her.