A/N: I was just reading a whole bunch of Draco/Luna fics and couldn't resist.

Disclaimer: I don't own Hogwarts or Draco (too bad there) or Luna. Don't sue me!

Song: "We Don't Have To Look Back Now" by Puddle of Mudd

The dark clouds over the field cleared to reveal the brilliant moon and stars. Silvery light shone down on the weary survivors as they cleared away the dead. Mourning was the only sound.

Draco caught a glimpse of a young woman slipping away to the destroyed Quidditch pitch. He knew who it was by the soft blonde hair and he followed. It was now or never for him.

The pitch was silent as the young man stepped onto the field. In the middle of the field was Luna. Her face was turned up to catch the moon's gentle beams, hair hanging down her back. She was so beautiful. Draco didn't say a word, but the young woman turned to look at him.

The two converged slowly. Draco didn't miss the questioning in Luna's eyes. He didn't miss the hurt. For over a year neither had spoken to the other. It had been so hard for Draco to know she had been imprisoned in his home, perhaps even tortured. He had tried to distance himself from her. If his father had ever known that his son loved a blood traitor . . . Well, that would have been the end of Luna. But now—now they could be together. If only Luna wanted that.

The only sound was the soft breaths Luna took as she gazed into Draco's blue eyes. Draco didn't dare breath for fear she would vanish.

Then Luna's eyes dropped to the ground and she turned slowly to leave. Draco caught her hand.

"Please," he pleaded, "Stay with me." He pulled her slowly towards him. She didn't resist.

"I couldn't tell you," he whispered brokenly. "I was so afraid they would kill you if they knew."

Luna didn't have to ask what Draco meant, but she had to hear it from his own lips.

"Tell me what, Draco?" she asked in her lilting, dreamy voice.

"I love you." Those were the hardest words Draco had ever said. He'd never told anyone that he loved them before. In fact he'd never loved anyone like he did Luna. Certainly he'd cared deeply for his parents, but this was something different, something special.

Luna's eyes grew watery with emotion. Her breath hitched in her chest at his words.

Draco drew Luna's face up to meet his. He kissed her with as much tenderness as he could muster.

"I feel so strange," he murmured as he pulled back slightly. He wondered at the feelings she'd managed to conjure up within him.

"It must be the Nargles," Luna laughed quietly.

Both knew that it would be hard for any of their friends to accept them. Draco was viewed as a traitor in the eyes of most of the Order. Luna was one of the heroes of the Order. As far as anyone knew, Draco had intended to kill Luna himself.

Luna seemed to know Draco's thoughts.

"They don't ever have to know," she whispered. "Tonight is a fresh start for both of us."

A small smile crept onto the blonde boy's face.

"Do you trust me?" he asked, looking her straight in the eyes.

"Yes."

Draco paused for a moment then smiled. Luna looked curiously at him. He just shook his head.

A moment later a broom appeared from the darkness and settled in front of the couple.

"You ready to leave this life behind?"

"Yes."

Draco straddled the broom and urged Luna up behind him. She wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.

Kicking up from the ground, Draco launched the broom into the air. The wind was at their backs as they flew away from the castle, away from their past. They were letting go of everything they'd ever known to start over as so many others would. It was time to start their lives over, together.

Neither looked back, flying until the sun rose. The war was over and everything could gain a fresh start. That's exactly what they did.