Draco looked out to the lake and opened his book , but he had no hope of focusing. The noise from the buffoons at the other end of the grounds was overwhelming.
There was Quiddich going on, but he diddn't even like Quiddich. It was just one of those things he did to impress his Dad, along with bullying Gryffindors, being beaten acedemically beaten only by Granger, and trying to kill the headmaster. His whole life he had tried to win the favor of a man who would never care about him. And Lucious Malfoy had died the night before. All the love he had ever given, wasted on a soul-less being. Everything he had been trained to be was meaningless.
The anger and disgust punched him in the torso like a suit of armor runnung full force toward him and he collapsed.
"Two more months Draco, just two more months. Then you'll be free."
Re-taking seventh year was the hardest thing he had ever done, and the fact that former Death Eaters were the most hated, powerless things alive diddn't help
Roles at Hogwarts had been reversed. Draco was now the victim of everyone else. McGonnagal put him on probation, along with most of Slytherin, at the beginning of the year with no visits to Hogsmede. Lucious was never made aware of this but it was probobly for the better; attenton was the last thing Draco wanted at this point.
If only the answer to all of his problems would fall right out of the sky like how Potter got his Nimbus 2000 in First year for the quiddich game.
He chuckled at this thought, the first funny thought he'd had in days. Draco turned around to put his books away to pack to go home for the funeral when something really DID fall out of the sky
Someone.
And she fell out of a tree, not the sky.
His knee-jerk reaction was to laugh and walk away, but she was laughing already.
"Perhaps climbing trees isn't very safe without shoes" she said in a high, dreamy voice.
A voice that Draco had learned to hate.
The voice of Loony, Loopy, Lovegood.
He stood in shock of what to do. Laugh with her? Kick her? Run away?The last option sounded good but then he turned around and looked at her and froze.
The smile on her pale, sweet, innocent face was everything he had ever wanted to look at. Everything he had ever wanted to be: carefree, happy, honest, and loved by friends and family.
Luna looked back at him and he braced for the worst. Six years of bullying and here he was, the perfect target. He expected a million things, but the last one was what Lovegood stepped close to him and whispered in his ear
"I'm sorry life's been so awful to you, especially with your dad. I diddn't like him very much but I'm sure you did."
Draco stepped back and put his hand on his wand
"Look, whatever your loser friends put you up to it won't work on me. You're a lunatic."
She rolled her eyes.
"So typical of boys, always expecting the worst. I do not want to hurt you. My friends are mean sometimes, but yours are too. I guess it's just karma. But look on the brightside, you've only got two more montths left and then you're on your own."
Draco was dumbstruck. None of this made any sense. But then again, Lovegood never made any sense either.
She kissed him, with nothing in return for her other than the satisfaction of being nice. His chest swelled with joy because no other girl had done that before but then his joy poped bitterly.
He would only be around the one person who cared about him for two more months.
