A/N: My first Harry Potter story, featuring the Druna couple! I love Draco and Luna together, and if it's not for you, I understand. But please don't leave rude comments. And tell me if you liked the story so far. Thank you.

"Do you have a crush on anyone, Luna?"

Spoon partially hanging out of the Ravenclaw's mouth, her wide gaze slowly lifted to Ginny's. Luna waited until her food went carefully down before placing her spoon aside.

"A crush?"

"You know…someone you fancy?"

Pause. Luna looked up towards the ceiling in thought, a lion-shaped hat wrapped around her head.

"I suppose I do fancy Harry."

"H-harry?" Ginny stammered, taken back by the name of her very own crush.

"Yes, we're quite good friends."

"No, Luna," Hermione cut in, half smiling, "She doesn't mean friendship wise. She's talking about someone that catches your eye and makes you curious, beyond friendship."

Luna returned to thinking, and Ginny and Hermione waited. Luna Lovegood was an odd one. She rarely ever fit in, but she could grow on you because despite her apparent weirdness, she was a good person. It would be interesting to find who her 'crush' was, if she had one at all.

Finally, Luna turned from the Gryffindor table and looked across the Great Hall. "Him," Luna's finger pointed to a platinum haired boy in Slytherin, "He makes me curious."

"Draco?" Hermione gawked, while Ginny was shocked speechless, "Malfoy? He's the one you have feelings for?"

"…I'm not sure."

The brunette and red head now wore disbelieving expressions. What was supposed to be a simple conversation always turned into a frustrating battle of understanding, when talking to Luna of course.

"So you don't fancy Draco?" Hermione asked.

"I would like to get to know him. He has a complex personality, he loses himself to anger frequently, and he treats others as though they are beneath him. But under that, he is quite weak, afraid, and might I even say insecure. Does that not make you curious?"

"No," Ginny replied flatly, "Not at all, he's horrible."

"I suppose," Luna stood, "I will be going, then."

"Of course, see you at the game later," Hermione said, watching Luna skip down towards the large doors before glancing to Ginny, "Can you believe her- Draco, of all people?"

"Actually, I can. It is Luna after all."

"What is that filthy mudblood and blood traitor looking at?" Draco nearly snarled, beginning to lose his appetite just before the big Slytherin-Gryffindor game too. Ginny and Hermione failed to make their glances toward him discreet, but when Draco finally caught their eye, sending them a disgusted sneer, the girls turned around immediately .

"Just ignore them, Draco," Pansy said, pushing a plate toward him, "Eat. You need to keep your energy up before the game."

"I know that. Don't pester me like you're my mum," Draco directed his critical glare at her and pushed the plate away. He wore his green Seeker attire, totally prepared. The thought of knocking Harry off his broomstick only sent a wave of adrenaline through him; oh yes, he had enough energy for today.

"Someone's in a bad mood," Blaise acknowledged with a smirk, "Still not over the game where Potter knocked you off your broomstick, aye?"

"Shut it, Blaise," the Slytherin Prince snapped, "And wipe that bloody look off your face, I'll be damned if I get made fun of by the likes of you." Draco rose from his seat, taking his Nimbus accordingly.

"Good luck, Draco!" Pansy called before he left.

"I don't need luck," was the confident remark made back.

"It appears that the Slytherin team is suffering from Loser's Lurgy," Luna Lovegood's voice sounded across the busy field, over the voices of raving on-lookers, and penetrating the egos of the Slytherin Quidditch team, "I hope no one else catches it. After the game, you all must go to the infirmary, or you may end up with permanent damage and be losers forever."

Draco swept down on his broomstick, towards the commentary stands where Loony was holding the mic.

"Oi, Loony! Keep your filthy mouth shut and stop ruining the game!"

"Oh hello Draco, I'm not ruining the game. Your team's poor performance will inevitably ruin it," Luna appeared unfazed, which slightly scared Draco. He could get under anyone's skin, but this girl was obviously different.

Gripping the broomstick, Draco leaned forward to spout more insults her way until she pointed.

"Harry's about to catch the Golden Snitch," she said.

Looking over his shoulder, Draco's frown deepened at the Half-Blood wizard soaring after the Snitch. Draco left Luna, flying after the prize as well.

"Draco seems to be serious now," Luna announced on the mic, "How interesting. I'm sure he made an illegal move right there, unless hitting is allowed?"

Draco's jaw clenched in aggravation, as he still flew after the Snitch with Harry on his tail. He could not work under these conditions, not with Luna's ridiculous commentary that seemed so reassured that Gryffindor would win.

But Draco reached forward, the golden orb almost within his palm when Harry's hand outstretched and touched it. Draco roughly rammed into Harry as an attempt to stop him, and the black haired male toppled off of his broom as a result just as his hand wrapped around the Snitch.

"Harry's caught the Snitch!" Luna squeaked, the Gryffindors cheering as well, until they saw Harry falling down and down from the sky. Luna's face distorted with concern, "H-harry?"

Seeing Harry fall to the ground, land, and roll in agony over a damaged arm, Draco had never been more proud. Hovering in the air, Draco's lips curved into a devilish smirk.

"Serves you right Potter," Draco spat.

"That wasn't fair," Luna's voice weakly sounded over the mic, whilst teachers rushed to Potter's aid, "But I suppose it's alright, Draco can't help that he is a coward." Laughs echoed, taunting Slytherin's defeated prince.

And that, was just the beginning.