Life was difficult being in love with someone on the other side. Like the dark side, per se?
When your father was the chief editor of one of the most eccilectic Wizarding magazines, you were bound to end up a little…strange.
Luna 'Loony' Lovegood had always been in the background at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry., seeming not to notice the other students' giggles and nicknames. Not as famous as Harry Potter nor as outwardly brilliant as Hermione Granger. She had no best friends, and spent her time wandering around the expansive grounds or relocating her missing possessions. Sure, she had the friendship of Neville Longbottom. He was nice, but nothing she was remotely interested in. Crumple-Horned Snorkacks, Heliopaths and other creatures danced about her head like a circus troupe (all proven in The Quibbler). Frequent trips to her adopted pets, the Thestral's, and voyages into the Forbidden Forest, left her to plenty of free time.
Even more secret and discreet was her near-daily meetings on the Seventh floor. The date would be set during one of the three meals Hogwarts offered. A brief glance and eye-lock; that was all it took.
Quiet, measured steps down the countless flights of stairs and zigzagging corridors that were all the more eerie at midnight.
Keeping an eye on one of the Marauders Map she had borrowed in order to make two copies of the helpful artifact, she navigated her way to what she knew was the Seventh floor. She stopped opposite of the enormous tapestry depicting Barnabas the Barmy and the ballet twirling trolls. Picturing a stone door etched in the blank castle wall, Luna Lovegood strolled passed three times. Each passing her heart skipped a beat.
Finally, she was able to wedge her slight body clad in her silver silk dress through the door and into the darkness on the other side.
She knew she wasn't allowed to illuminate the Room of Requirement herself. She was too nervous to anyways, like usual. She'd have to wait.
"I wasn't sure you were coming." The voice she had been waiting for slithered around the mostly empty space like a serpent. Her faraway gazing eyes were harder now, down to Earth. She could almost see his voice in the air, silver and gleaming.
"If you would only use the Map I made you, you would have seen I was on my way."
Here she didn't have to be odd, quiet, Loony Lovegood. In this place, on these nights, she was someone.
"Lumos!"
Light infected every corner Luna looked. You could easily see the four poster bed, generously outfitted with top of the line enchanted sheets. They never had to turn a corner; entering or exiting. There was a claw-footed tub easily the size of the Fifth floor Prefects' Bathroom. A chaise lounge with a vast array of plump and juicy fruits sat by a one of the floor to ceiling windows.
And in the corner, was an old cabinet. Dark and towering it stared at Luna. She shuddered and turned back to the person casting the spell.
Draco Malfoy's white hair and silver eyes reflected the newly born light. Draco was thinking the exact same thing about Luna's nearly identical complexion as he embraced her.
Luna Lovegood, member of Dumbledore's Army, Harry Potter's ally, and long time lover of Draco Malfoy.
Draco Malfoy, member of Lord Voldemort's Death Eaters, Harry Potter's enemy, lost in the cloudy eyes of Loony Lovegood.