Draco sat down abruptly on a small bench Luna had beside the kitchen door, the sun drifting close to the horizon cast a golden light on him that made his skin warm. He took a deep breath and laid his head against the house behind him. He caught her eye, that mother's knowing look in it made him want to confess everything. He slumped forward, elbows on knees, face buried in his palms, "she deserves better than me. She deserves someone who didn't torture her in school for simply being who she was." He said despairing, Jean sat down beside him, her motions so familiar, and yet different than her daughters, more confident.