Second fanfiction since months. Be nice reviewers.


Draco Malfoy never liked Loony Lovegood. He hates how her hair is almost the same colour as his. He hates how she talks in her dreamy voice. He hates how she always supports Gryffindor and the way she skips and hums. He hates how she's always nice to others even though she's always bullied. She annoys him and he hates her.

Draco was glaring at her as she made her way towards him.

"Oh, hello Draco," she said playfully. "How was your day?"

Draco didn't answer her but she still waited. And waited.

"What do you want?" Draco angrily asked.

"You look angry," she said with her dreamy voice. "Is there something wrong?" she asked.

How stupid is she? Draco asked himself.

"Your head is probably filled with wrackspurts," she said.

"Wrackspurts doesn't exist," Draco said to her, eyes furious.

Her belief towards these non-existent creatures also made him furious.

"Yes they do," she said, a smile in her face. "They make your brain go fuzzy."

"I know what they do!" Draco shouted furiously. "But they don't exist," he continued through clenched teeth.

"They do actually." She wouldn't give up. But it wasn't to make Draco mad. It was just to prove to him that they exist. "You can borrow my Spectrespecs if you don't believe me," she continued.

She pulls out the glasses from her slim brown bag. It was hideous and Draco didn't ever want to try it.

"I don't want your filthy things to touch me nor do I want it anywhere near me," he said.

A look of hurt flashed across her face but disappeared in a blink of an eye.

"Okay then," she said. She put her glasses back into her slim bag but hesitated before it really enters the bag.

"I pity you and your family for being such idiots," Draco suddenly said. He didn't actually mean it but it just came out from his mouth.

Luna looked at the ground.

"You can't really call that a family. My mom's gone," she said sadly, but also laughing.

Draco regretted his previous words but he can't just apologize to her. It wasn't easy for Draco. His childhood didn't consist of apologizing to people. It was always the opposite party that apologized to him even thought it wasn't his fault. But he regrets his words.

"Um," Draco started.

"It's okay," she said. "I'm perfectly fine."

"I didn't mean…" he trailed off.

"I know you didn't," she said, looking up now. "You just had to say it didn't you? Or else you wouldn't be satisfied," she gave him a gentle smile.

"Er…" Draco tried to apologize but he couldn't seem to bring the words out of his mouth.

"I must go," Luna said. "Me and Neville are going to the lake to find grindylows," she said happily.

Draco was about to say that they didn't exist, then he remembered about the triwizard tournament two years ago.

He didn't say anything. He waited. And waited.

At last, Luna spoke. "Good bye then, Draco," she said.

She turned around and walked away but stopped when she heard a whisper that said, "I'm sorry, and thank you."

Luna smiled then continued walking.

But Draco still hates her. He hates how she always forgives people. He hates how she can easily handle things like her mom's death. But the thing he hates the most about her was that, how she makes him fall in love with her without trying.


Too short. Forgive me.