There were also the feelings of paranoia that lurked in the back of his mind. He occluded, merlin did he occlude. Every day he fortified his inner walls again and again, the box labeled Luna was shut so tight he wondered if it would ever be opened. He was worried for Hermione, it was up to him to protect her now and while he was crumbling internally, clutching at her to stay safe, to let him do the risky things like fetching water and fresh food from the forest’s - he saw the fire of determination in her eyes. She was a Gryffindor after all. It was starting to seem like her sole reason for being was to find Draco and bring him back. Every morning they practised duelling together, in preparation for the day where they might find themselves up against death eaters with their bonds waiting helplessly on the other side.