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Author's Note: Hey guys, I'm Kitty. This is my first FanFiction story, so I hope it all goes well and that everyone likes this first chapter. Please leave reviews and subscribe!

The soft grass kissed her graceful feet as she carefully treaded down the hill towards the Forbidden Forest. Her light hands, moving swiftly near her thighs, as if she were composing in her head and her hands just absent-mindly decided to join in on the art, were her favorite feature in her opinion. No one took the time to realize how beautiful hands are. They create masterpieces, whether it be on canvas, instrument, wand, bodies, anything. Why, they couldn't use wands if they didn't have hands. And Luna Lovegood loved to play piano; it was her heart and soul.

"I love hands." Luna murmured to herself, tucking a long strand of hair behind her ear as it flowed like a mane behind her.

A foot suddenly appeared in front of her. Trying to avoid falling, she did an extra quick skip but the gesture had been much too sudden and had dragged her out of her thoughts much too quickly. She fell to her knees with her chest lowered to the ground, much like a cat stretching, and skidded an inch or two. She stayed in that position for a moment, her protuberant light blue eyes staring at the grass and her wavy blonde hair hiding her face like a curtain as she listened to the vulgar laughter.

"Ya heard Loony talking to herself before she took a trip?" A gurgled voice squawked before getting drowned out by laughter.

Luna sat up so she was just sitting on her knees and lifted her hands up to inspect them. They were dirty and red from friction and pieces of grass stuck to them. Brian Wendt had been stalking her cruelly ever since school had started back up; him and his cronies, Draco Malfoy and Calvin Morris. Draco was different however; he was distant and cool and would often be the one to make the others end it before walking off.

Oceanic eyes suddenly appeared gazing into hers and she looked back, curiously.

"You love hands?" Draco asked quietly, his expression clear but his eyes intent.

"Yes. It's the one thing I really like about myself. I can always trust them-"

"Yeah trust them to catch you when you fall!" Brian laughed.

"Shut up." Draco warned, and they went silent. Draco turned his eyes back to Luna's.

"Well in a way he was right. I can always trust them to catch me when I fall. They allow me to play piano, I can write and draw and paint, I can pick flowers and use my wand, and I can feel with them. They're smooth and soft and elegant looking, every hand. Even old hands, their wrinkles show memories, and injuries leave scars which are even more memories." Luna said, looking up at the sky now, a slight smile dancing across her lips.

She felt him grab her hands roughly and she jerked a bit, but when she saw his eyes soft she relaxed. He pulled her up and said,

"For Merlin's sake, watch the fuck where you're going next time." He growled.

Luna answered with a smile, brushing her hands off. Brian and Calvin looked at Draco sulkily that he hadn't been mean to her. But as Draco walked off, they followed.

Luna watched them walk away, chewing her bottom lip thoughtfully. Finally, she turned and began to walk into the Forest, her hands throbbing slightly. Draco acted scarier than he really was; all Luna saw was a troubled and nervous boy in a costume someone stuffed him in. All Slytherins acted bad or macho, and most of them were, but they all had a story and the story said if they were or not. Draco's story said exactly that he wasn't really a bad man.

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Draco sat in an armchair in the dark common room of the Slytherin wing. One leg was crossed over the other and his elbow rested on his thigh while his knuckle pressed against his mouth, his eyes glazed over as he stared across the room, lost in thought. That Luna Lovegood.. She would be her own downfall the little airhead. All Ravenclaws tried to act like they knew everything and were so smart, but then there were dumbasses like Lovegood skipping around with their heads in the clouds and having reality slam them to the ground. In this case, literally. He hadn't told Brian to trip her; the little fucker had done it on his own. Draco kept seeing the innocent woman skip, her long locks bouncing behind her before flying up as she crashed down. The look in her big eyes, the look he had often felt. Confused, hurt, pain, and a sense of loneliness. Her hands, that she loved so much, soft and little in his own calloused ones, covered in dirt and pricks of blood. She had been kind to him even though he didn't deserve it. She didn't judge him. She didn't judge any of them. And yet, she was judged the most by everyone.

He sighed, turning his gaze to the window, the glaze being replaced by anger. Every time he saw her alone he wanted to sit and talk to her. He felt she would listen and help him. But he couldn't do that, his reputation was too important, he was too arrogant. He was never alone and he wouldn't dare let his "friends" (he knew those assholes spoke of him and their assumptions of him behind his back) see him walk over to her to sit and talk.

Draco stood up and stretched, running his fingers through his gelled back platinum hair, then turned and walked out of the common room, desiring to go to the library.

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Luna sat in a corner of the Restricted section reading The Quibbler, her knees drawn to her chest and her thin hands holding the sides of the magazine upside down. She often came here to read by herself, knowing hardly anyone ever came to this side. It was comforting and quiet and she was left alone to her thoughts.

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Draco walked quietly through the sections, not really paying attention to the titles. He wasn't looking for a book; he just wanted to get away from noise and people. He caught movement from the corner of his eye and looked over. Luna was sitting on the floor reading a magazine upside down. He looked around quick then walked over and sat in front of her.

Luna lifted her eyes from the article to see Draco sitting before her.

"Hello, Luna." Draco said.

"Hi." Luna answered softly, suddenly feeling strangely shy.

"Why don't you judge people? You're so wronged, it doesn't make any sense, and you should fight for yourself." Draco blurted.

"Everyone has a secret and everyone has a story. There's something wrong with everyone, no one is perfect. Why make someone feel bad for something they can't control?" Luna asked, setting her magazine to the side.

"You're extraordinary, you know." Draco said.

"Thank you. And you're not bad, I can feel it. You're surrounded and yet you're alone. You don't have true friends and you can't talk to anyone. But when I see you, you act different towards me and you look at me strangely. Why? I can keep a secret you know, you can talk to me." Luna ventured, her eyes scanning him.

Draco's expression twisted and twitched. She was on the dot.

"I act different towards you because you're the only real one here, Luna. The only one that I can talk to and yet I never do, and I feel like I need to keep you safe." Draco whispered.

Luna leaned forward, "Why do I need to be kept safe?"

"Because you can't fight for yourself."

"So why must it be you to defend me?"

"You see me for me and I see you for you."

"What do you see in me?"

"I see a beautiful, innocent, caring and thoughtful woman, she's real and she wants someone to listen to her too. She talks but no one listens deep enough to understand, and she wants someone to believe she isn't crazy..or..loony."

Luna's eyes grew and her heart sped slightly. She licked her lips, realizing how quiet the library actually was, and whispered,

"What d-"

Draco ended her thought by grabbing her face and kissing her fiercely, his fingers winding through her long hair, pulling her face closer to his, his eyes closed tight. Luna's eyes froze staring on his then fluttered shut, her hands shakily grasping the sides of his face gently, opening her mouth to let his tongue enter and explore. Her breath came out soundly and he moaned in her mouth, lowering her so she was lying on her back without stopping the kiss. Her arms went around his neck as he hovered above her, kissing her passionately.

Author's Note: So, what does everyone think about Draco finding solace in Luna? And what will happen next? Chapter 2 will come out tomorrow (: Please comment and review, I would love to know what everyone thinks so far. If you have any ideas or suggestions please feel free to let me know! First chapter is a bit short because I didn't want to rush too fast.