"Excuse me? I believe you are Luna?"

A sharp, unpleasant though very familiar voice cut the once pleasurable silence. I looked up from my copy of the newest Quibbler.

"Yes," I responded warily, associating Draco with negativity and wanting him to leave my presence as quickly as possible. He'd never full on spoken to me besides the daily sneer.

"Follow me," he commanded. Without a look back, he began swaggering down the hall, his robes swaying behind him. My eyebrows knitted together in utter confusion and I remained in the library chair. "I don't hear footsteps pursuing me!" he shouted, still sauntering down the tile. Terrified of his reputation, I scrambled to my feet and began following the platinum blonde.

With ease, I caught up with his pace. "Where are we g-going?" I stammered. Draco was a very intimidating person and I wasn't comfortable around him in the slightest.

"To the Slytherin common room," he explained, almost like he was forcing himself to play nice. His reply surprised me enough to stop me in my tracks. I didn't want anything to do with that house. Yes, I know that not all Slytherins have that kind of mind, the kind of mind Voldemort possessed. But that didn't stop me from being reluctant towards the house.

A horde of first years rounded the corner, and Draco's face flushed. He hurried along rapidly, trying to lose me amongst them. He was embarrassed by me. Scarring his reputation with the loony girls acquaintance was too much for him. Anger pulsed through my veins. Why was I even following him still? He didn't rule me. I could turn around any second. But it's not like I had the nerve to refuse one of the most popular boys in our school. I was a slave to the way people viewed me. Just because I expressed myself differently didn't mean I was blind to their comments. Blind to their snickers.

After a long amble through Hogwarts, Draco planted himself in front of a large painting. He whispered some sort of code and was able to swing it open enough to squeeze through. Before entering, I breathed in deeply, hoping to harness my sanity long enough to get through whatever he wanted of me.

A couple of stray students were settled in the common room. I had never been in anyone else's house besides mine and Ginny's. It wasn't something us students did. Our houses were something that only a select number could share, it was a bond that one couldn't easily bring a random friend into. Keeping my eyes on the undulating wooden planks, I followed the sound of Draco's expensive shoes clacking. He made his way up a ladder to his what I presumed dorm. That's when the hesitance really struck me, and I turned to leave. In no way was I going to permit myself to go up into his dorm! Sure, since I was a girl, it was possible to get in. It was the boys that were barricaded by magic from not entering other bedrooms. Hogwarts had faith in us females, but I didn't have faith in Draco. He swiveled when he heard my footsteps. "I won't do anything, I promise."

Call me insane, but I'd never heard a more sincere voice.

"I honestly have a problem I think you can help me solve."

"I know magic," I warned him, somewhat jokingly. With a chuckle, he allowed me to descend first.

A pine smell embraced me as I walked into the messy room. Socks and books were strewn unequally across the floor and on the dressers. Lampshades hung crooked and his bed was unmade. I did my best not to judge him but I was a neat freak.

Red shaded his cheeks once more. He mumbled something low and quick; I was unable to make it out.

"I'm sorry...?"

"Nargles... I'm pretty sure there are nargles under my bed."

Confusion enveloped me as I dropped my gaze to his dirty floor. "Nargles live in mistletoe, you know?"

"Oh... I didn't."

"I'm done with you making a mockery of me," I shouted abruptly. Enough bullying was thrown my way throughout the day and the last person I needed more from was Draco Malfoy. Turning on my heel, I made my way with my nose in the air to the ladder.

"No, wait!" With force, a hand clasped firmly on my shoulder. The grip held me in place. "There's seriously something under my bed, and Crabbe joked about it showing signs of a nargle. Can't you just check?"

I refused to meet his eyes and simply dropped to my knees, lying my head to the floor and peering below the bed. Nothing could be seen through the darkness.

"I don't see anyth-,"

A ferocious, bone chilling, goose bump inducing growl interrupted my observation. The sudden and vicious noise launched me into the air and I fell into open arms with a shriek. It wasn't until a few seconds later did I realize the predicament. I, Luna Lovegood, school loon, was being supported in Draco Malfoy's arms. I wanted to be disgusted but found it hard to move away.

"Are you alright?" he inquired, brushing off my robes and standing me upright. I nodded shakily.

"You're much different in private than in front of your friends," I noted. Shamefully, he inspected the floor, not meeting my piercing gape. I could see his jaw tense and the cold Draco everyone knew in public was drawn once again.

"Did you find anything down there or what?" his tone slapped me back into reality. This was Draco. Had I honestly expected, even for a few short seconds, him to be any less than awful?

Something was curious about him. Something I needed to uncover.

***********sorry it's not a lot. i ship druna, no ship bashing pleasee. enjoy (: i'll update soon i promise