Luna had massaged every tremor from his hands for the next three days deep beneath the manors foundations. When Draco had finally broken and told her about Mr Ollivander dying the worst death imaginable, Luna had cried too. They gripped each other in the gloom, praying it wouldn't be them next. If he had to sit at the fucking table and watch Luna be placed in the centre, he would surely combust and destroy as many people as possible with a ball of fire - including Luna to save her the hell of being eaten alive by a snake.