The final rose petal was used on Draco’s tremors. The hours-long crucio session had done a number on him, Luna forced it into his mouth without hesitation. The next day, or was it the same one? They took her again and she returned hours later with the gashes down the side of her face. Those hours where she disappeared were the closest Draco had come to throwing his dragon self against the stone walls in hopes of escape. He had tried blowing fire at the door but metal was one thing that couldn't be burned away, it got hot - so hot it warped, but it never melted. It occurred to Draco, with the dungeons" high ceilings and impenetrable walls that he was probably not the only family dragon to be kept here. It had already been reinforced for his kind, whether the Dark Lord knew it or not.