A/N: Alright, so I will admit that I had never thought of this pairing until I read my new Beta's story. And I can't get the pairing out of my head. So, thank you narcissa-toujours-pur, for the inspiration, and I would recommend that everyone go and read her stories. They are awesome. So now, on with the pairing I never could have imagined writing…

Narcissa Malfoy loved her sister as she had never loved another human being; in a way most people considered wrong. To her mind, her love couldn't possibly be wrong. In fact, it was the only thing that felt right in her life. As she sat on a park bench in London, to do some Muggle watching, her mind was consumed with thoughts of her older sister. She watched on as one pair of Muggles held each other's hands, filled with disgust and jealousy.

That should be me and Bella, she mused to herself. Muggle watching was quickly becoming one of her favorite hobbies. It was fun to watch the animals in their natural habitat. Narcissa cringed as hand holding turned into groping. This was, of course, the downfall to Muggle watching; mating rituals. Lately, Narcissa found herself completely alone. Lucius was in Azkaban, and Draco and Bellatrix were far too busy with the Dark Lord's missions to be able to spend any time with. As she sat on the bench, a strange sight caught her attention: the back side of a lanky, blonde who appeared to be talking to a shrub. She let her eyes linger a moment too long and the girl turned around.

I know that girl. She's Draco's classmate. The weird one. She turned her head away, hoping she had not been seen, though she had made eye contact with the young girl. God, please don't come over here. Please don't come over here. It was too late. The younger witch was already walking over towards her. Narcissa quickly tried to gather her things, before the blonde could make it over to her. Unfortunately, youth had it's perks, and in no time, the strange girl had closed the gap between the two.

"Hello, Mrs. Malfoy," a soft, airy voice said politely.

Narcissa nodded her head. "Luna Lovegood, isn't it?" she asked impatiently. "Your father writes that insane paper."

The younger witch's blue eyes lit up. "I didn't think you would remember my name," she said with a gentle smile, completely ignoring the jibe. "Leaving so soon?"

"Yes, I was just on my way out," Narcissa responded.

"Oh. The single word sounded more like a question.

"Yes, so if you would just excuse me."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you leave. I seem to have that effect on people." There was something about the way she spoke. As though there were layers and layers of understanding to be garnered from her words. Narcissa stiffened noticeably.

"And what, exactly, makes you think I am leaving because of you? I have somewhere to be." Narcissa snapped.

"Well, I just assumed, since you were leaving so soon. You usually stay for at least a couple more hours," she said brightly. "I've been coming here every day for the last month. I can only think of one day you weren't here."

Narcissa was beside herself. What has she been doing here all of this time? I hope she hasn't been following me.

"I get lonely, too," she said, looking beyond the older witch.

Narcissa groaned in frustration. "And what on earth would possess you to believe that I am lonely?"

Luna seemed to come back to reality. Her face turned a light shade of pink. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to imply. It's just that you always sit here alone, eat your lunch by yourself, and you flinch anytime a couple passes by. You just seemed…" she paused, looking for the right word, "lonely." Narcissa bit her bottom lip hard. The girl was right, though Narcissa would never tell her so. It unnerved her to see how well Luna had been able to pinpoint the bulk of her problems so easily. Luna looked at Narcissa as if she were looking straight through her soul. "Would you like to eat with me, today?" Luna asked quietly.

Eat lunch with you? I don't even know you!

"I don't really have many friends and you look like you could use one too," she added with a smile. Narcissa didn't know what to say.

"No, thank you. I have plenty of friends of my own. I don't need any new ones," Narcissa snapped. "Especially not from a strange little girl like yourself!" Narcissa was dumbfounded. Luna didn't seem to be upset by this statement in the slightest. It hadn't seemed to have any effect on her whatsoever. The younger witch merely flashed an even bigger smile.

"Well, if you change your mind, I will be right over there," she said indicating the bushes she had been talking to earlier. "I thought I spotted some Nargles near them earlier."

Narcissa couldn't stifle a snort at this notion. Luna turned away, completely unscathed by the other witch's laughter and obvious doubt. Narcissa watched as she walked back and knelt before the bushes, moving branches out of her way. The platinum witch, upon Luna's departure, decided she would stay around a little while longer. Her eyes roamed the park, looking for an interesting group to occupy her time with. No matter how hard she tried, she couldn't shake the feeling that Luna had given her. She had always tried so hard to keep her private life exactly that: private. She hated that the stupid little weirdo had come and unraveled her in such a short amount of time. She was the Ice Queen. No one broke through her barriers, without her permission.

She stayed on the bench, looking at everything other than Luna Lovegood, though her mind could think of nothing else. After another hour, she grabbed for a small bag that lay beside her. She reached in and pulled out several containers from the enchanted bag. A thought took over, one she tried to push back, again and again. She hastily shoved the containers back into the bag. What the hell are you even doing, Narcissa? She didn't know, but she did know that whatever it was, she was probably going to regret doing it. Narcissa stood up, slightly confused over her actions. She took a deep breath and started walking towards the girl knelt down in front of the bushes.

As she got closer, her heart began to beat faster against her ribs. She was just about to turn back away, when Luna turned to face her. The look on the younger girl's face was expectant. It was as though she were waiting for something. Narcissa wrung her hands together. She took another deep breath, collecting herself.

"Would you like to have lunch with me?" she asked quickly, jumbling the words together. Luna flashed the widest grin that Narcissa had ever seen.

"I would love to," she chirped. The two women traveled back to Narcissa's bench, the older witch keeping a safe distance between them. She wasn't sure what had come over her, but something that Luna had said earlier had lodged itself deep into her brain. Narcissa hated to admit it, but maybe she did need a friend.

AN: Alright, so does anyone think I should continue this? I think it could be quite good, with a little TLC.