Hissy Hissy Little Snakey
Luna, Draco, and Voldemort
Prologue
Draco Malfoy was incredibly nervous. He was walking across the seventh floor of the castle. Only a wall of classrooms separated him from Gryffindor Tower, and without Crabbe and Goyle, who at the very least gave him a certain presence of intimidation, he was feeling remarkably apprehensive about sneaking around enemy territory. The last thing he wanted was for Potter to pop out from around the corner while he was pacing opposite the tapestry of dancing trolls.
He reached the corridor and began to stride back and forth. He continually muttered, "I need a place to hide. I need a place to hide," until a large golden door shimmered into the previously blank wall. He entered the Room of Requirement to see rows of and piles of broken junk. He moved rapidly through the stacks of mangled furniture and discarded illicit objects. He knew the paths through the room of unwanted items almost as well as he knew the hidden corridors in the labyrinthine dungeons. He stopped at the broken Vanishing Cabinet that Montague had trapped in the previous year. Pulling out his wand, he began uttering spells under his breath. He desperately wished yet again that the stupid thing would just mend with "Reparo."
After half an hour of absolutely no success, he decided to take a break and read one of the Dark Arts books he'd discovered in a blood-stained armoire. He had just arrived at a new chapter promising to inform him about a curse that drained water from the body, when he heard a high-pitched scream echo in the hallway.
Draco froze. He didn't dare risk leaving the room lest someone might see what was in it. Surely somebody would have heard the blood-curdling, feminine yell. Some "courageous" Gryffindor would come to her aid. But the girl kept screaming and whimpering. There no sounds indicative of another person attempting to assuage her painful shrieks.
He picked his way back to the door and waited for a sign of hurried footsteps or panicked voices. None came. He cracked open the door and stepped outside. It was Loony Lovegood. She was clutching her left arm that appeared to be bleeding badly. Curious, he thought, they told me she didn't feel pain.
"What happened, Lovegood?" he drawled. She just lifted her head to stare at him with big, glassy eyes that for the first time he could remember looked petrified in fright. She looked back at her arm and squealed again as Draco saw her skin being cut again as though by an invisible knife. She looked like she was going to be ill. She closed her eyes and leaned against the wall. She didn't open her eyes despite Draco's best efforts to get her attention. He waved his wand at her, and she began floating in front of him down to the infirmary.
A/N: Written by Sorina. I already have several chapters written, but typing them takes forever. This is the best story I've starting writing. I fervently hope to finish it.