Luna never took the taunting to heart, she never believed them when they called her mad. But maybe they were But maybe they were right, because how can anyone sane love Draco thought for a moment as he took a sip of firewhiskey from his glass, letting the beverage's burning sensation dwell deep in his throat. The image of Luna's excitement as she heard the Zabini mention the news about Potter's vitality sickened him. It engraved itself into his core, she was far too happy about learning another man was well.
He had shot her a look, and her smile dropped. There wasn't time to question her, they needed to go to the Ministry. Their organization had taken the name, but destroyed everything else. By the time Draco and Blaise arrived at the meeting, Lord Voldemort was seething. No one dared mention it, but it was the Dark Lord's mistake in the first place that the Boy Who Lived was indeed still alive.
If he hadn't insisted on tearing Potter up with so many physically damaging curses, they would've been able to properly identify a corpse. Only classified numbers knew about this new ordeal, it wouldn't do any good to their administration if word broke out to the public. Harry Potter had been sighted in Hogsmeade, recovered well enough to be recognized.
It was just like pompous Potter, confident enough to call attention to himself. It was impossible for him to stay hidden for more than a couple of months. The rest of the conference went uneventfully, there wasn't much to say. They just needed to kill Potter and make sure that he stayed dead this time. It wasn't Draco's fault nor Blaise's incompetency that led to this, they were simply two men dragged into this problem that night.
His first thought after being dismissed was to head back to Malfoy Manor and demand Luna's thoughts on the entire situation. But became petrified at the reasoning that he may not like her explanation. She wouldn't have cheated on him during their shared period of absence, right?
