"Who eats potatoes for breakfast?" Draco glowered down the bridge of his sharp nose. His eyes reminding her of the wreckage after a storm.
"I do," Luna knotted her bony legs, peeling back the potato skin before taking a defiant bite.
Draco's features sunk beneath his scarf, and his scowl twisted itself into light bewilderment. He shook his head and a wheezing laughed escaped him.
"You're an idiot."
"I like to think it's what they call personality."
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"Why can't you ever walk a straight line?"
Luna's shoulders gently crashed into his for the sixth time. Her feet crossed over one another in lazy waltz with her absent mind. At least, Draco assumed she was absent minded. He only followed her flightiness in empty corridors. In nooks and crannies where no one could find them.
"Because, Malfoy...!" She abruptly grabbed his hand and shook his arm with peculiar enthusiasm, "Because direction makes me uncomfortable. It keeps those pesky fate demons guessing. It keeps you and everyone else guessing..."
"That makes no sense. None what so ever, Looney."
"Well perhaps it's simply not meant for you to understand. Yet. Maybe in your next life."
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Looney Lovegood wore unpredictability like it was a crown. People listened to what she had to say, without swallowing, because she often rambled on about candies trapped in the sky. She fit words together in such a way, that any sane person had to stop and listen. Her nonsense was too sweet to digest, but she had the ability to provoke a feeling in anyone.
Draco was amused. Disgustingly amused, but he kept her secrets inside of his text books, between his fingers.
"I don't understand how people can feel so lonely," She began. Her eyes big and full, large enough for him to fall into. Draco learned to not say anything when she went off on tangents. It was how she sorted out her own stupid thoughts. But what scared him the most, was he found himself giving a damn.
"Incredibly lonely people must not appreciate their solitude. They couldn't be happy with themselves."
Draco groaned and shifted the lean of his posture away from her. And she noticed. Luna never missed anything.
"You must be lonely, Malfoy."
"That's a bold assumption."
"You make assumptions about people all the time," She smiled and it patronized him. Despite the fact that he knew it hadn't come from a malignant place. He knew better, but he gathered himself onto his feet and stormed off in the opposite direction.
Leaving Luna with a waning smile and the first idea of what could be hurt feelings.
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How casually she played off his cold shoulder aggravated him more than the loop of her whimsy contradictions in his head. When he attempted to sleep, he thought of fish swimming in butter beer and chocolate frogs that rode on paper airplanes.
Sure, he was lonely. For a thousand reasons he couldn't let roll off his tongue. For a million whys that clouded his conscience. Being Draco Malfoy wasn't easy, but neither was the facade that was Looney Lovegood.
Luna talked a lot of nothing about praying mantis that tap danced, but he figured it all out. Under the loud clashing of forks and knives against plates. As someone whispered a lie or truth about a stranger in his ear. He finally understood.
Lock and key– it clicked.
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She vanished for a month. Her ghost existing in multiple places at one time.
But he searched desperately. Even stepping foot in the library.
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And when he found her. It was like taking a breath after being under water for too long.
"Why do you look so scared?" She said with a placid face.
This time, he didn't have a cunning rebuttal. There was nothing he could say that could erase the confused disdain that spread across his features. He knew the answer, but her comfort offended him like a hot slap across the face.
This isn't how it was suppose to go– his head screamed.
But he hadn't really thought of an execution. He solely focused on getting her eyes to look at him long enough. What he didn't know how to do was talk on and on and on about things that didn't make sense. So he curled her into his arms. Her books and wand stabbing him in the chest. He hooked her into a wordless statement. Scooping her up with his fingers in her hair. And she hesitated. For once, Looney Lovegood was the one lost for words. But after several moments, she brought herself in the way the ocean touches the shore. Dropping her books and wand to their feet. Tangling her arms around his torso.
"We fit like an old pair of shoes," She mumbled against his collarbone.
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"Who eats potatoes for breakfast?"
"Me. I always have."
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And the afterlife bent itself to hold them together.
Past. Present. And Future.
A/N: This is a product of intense boredom and a thought that went on for too long. It most likely only makes sense to me, but anyhoo. Thank you for reading my insanity. Leave a review if you like. My first HP fanfic ever. Yay me for deciding not to stand and watch from the sidelines. I changed my mind and decided that this will be a collection of short stories, prose, drabbles etc detailing their relationship.