Disclaimer: In no way do I hold rights to Draco Malfoy or Luna Lovegood. They belong to the lovely J.K.R. and her wonderful imagination.
Obvious Friendship
In a strange sort of way, he had always been my friend. Draco, I mean. It seems a bit odd, really, to think of him and me as friends. But, if you truly strain to figure it out, it's a bit obvious.
We were always in Herbology and Transfiguration together, we Ravenclaws and those Slytherins. I was almost as good as Neville in my skill at Herbology, so I was often rewarded extra house points. Draco and his oafish cronies would scoff at me when I pointed out that the Snargaluff pods seemed to have come down with the mumps. It's true you know! As always, only Neville agreed when I told him about it.
But later, in the library, Draco would silently plop onto the seat on the bench beside me without his usual air of humoured contempt and implore me to help him finish the absurdly large amount of Herbology work with his unusually expressive grey-green eyes. I'd smile like always and brush the Wrackspurts away from around his ears before pulling out my notes.
When he first began to come to me for help, and I brushed the pesky little buggers away, he looked at me like I was insane (which I am, so I'm told) and nearly got up and left. When I explained, however, he seemed to accept my reasoning with little qualms.
In Transfiguration, it would be the same routine towards me; mockery in class, humility after, and then amusement at my, "odd, but strangely comforting quirks." But then, the strangest things began to occur from me.
Sometimes, when I couldn't find hardly any of my belongings, or when the torture and embarrassment from the more malicious students became nigh unbearable, I would seek him out and we would meet in secret in a deserted classroom or on the balcony of the Astronomy tower. He would comfort me in his own awkward way and pat my hair as I cried quietly into his shoulder.
He'd never yell at me for dampening his robes, or scold me for being such a crazily emotional loser. Quite the contrary actually, he would sit with me and tell me stories about the Greek heroes and Titans and gods and goddesses. Looking at Draco, you'd never know that he had such a vast knowledge of all manner of tales of these beautiful people.
My favourite was a Titaness he told me about once after almost being hexed to the Hospital Wing by Millicent Bulstrode. Her name was Selene, and she was the keeper of the moon. In my state of being distraught, Draco's distracted words of how I looked like her comforted me.
This always seemed to cheer me up a great deal, and he seemed pleasant enough when he answered my many questions, odd as they were. The malicious and spiteful Draco that showed itself during school hours was completely nonexistent at these moments, and I treasured that. I was honoured that he had trusted me enough to let down the walls and barriers that blocked his true self.
As we'd leave the Astronomy tower or wherever it was we were, he'd take on a jokingly stern tone and threaten me to not let any of his "unintelligent, trollish excuses for friends" know that this had ever happened.
I'd laugh quietly and swipe at the silly Wrackspurts by his head. The little things had begun lessening. Maybe he took my advice about washing his hair with lemon juice and coffee grounds every full moon…?
When I asked, Draco said that it was because he was spending so much time with my slightly insane little self that the Wrackspurts were leaving. I'm his good luck charm, he says.
Thinking about that time he said those things, it makes me smile…
It seems a bit odd, really, to think of Draco Malfoy and Loony Luna Lovegood as friends, but if you truly strain to figure it out, it's quite obvious.
A/N: This is a very old piece I found collecting dust in my hard drive, so I hope it isn't too atrocious. I hope you enjoy, and reviews do set me to dancing about my house like an idiot.