We Just Fit

Disclaimer: Everything Harry Potter goes to JK Rowling, the queen herself. I'm only borrowing her characters, they will return to her but a little different and in love.

Chapter One- Draco's POV

It was a cool day in Autumn, a colorful array of leaves blew across the Quidditch field, twirling and spinning as if joyful to be free from their bonds. A boy flew along with them, but his thoughts were less than free.

As he flew lazily in circles around the quidditch pitch, pale hair fluttering in the make-shift breeze, Draco Malfoy was plagued by thoughts of the past. Today marked a year since he last saw his father, before Lucius had been given the Dementor's Kiss. He sat in a cell somewhere -or at least, what used to be him-drooling on his self, unaware of what horrible things his hands have done, the cruel words his mouth has spoken, how his face would look when he killed someone….

But Draco remembered, he remembered in honor of the victims, he remembered when he felt guilt at what he'd done to get his father how he was. So many lies, Draco had even taken a life. He didn't like thinking of that house elf, Morntin, so loyal to his Master, even if it meant his death. Draco had tried to knock him out, but the elf was going on the offense, and it wasn't just Draco at risk, or he would've let it happen. He had been so lost at that point. Broken; beyond depression. Just done with living. But he knew other people relied on him. Him. And it kept Draco going.

After it was over, and he had returned to Hogwarts, the Slytherin House decided to follow him, they just did. Not out of fear of his family, they had sowed him, but because they just wanted to. They had chosen a leader, someone to represent them, and it just happened. Draco didn't know why it had been him. He wasn't great, unless it came to school or quidditch. But even then he was second behind Hermione Granger in class, and Harry Potter in Quidditch (he should be, he supposed, bothered by that immensely, but he wasn't) and besides, he had a lot of problems anyway. "Mentally wounded, that one." He had heard Madame Pomfrey say one day, after he had fallen off his broom, for apparently no reason. He couldn't agree more.

How could he not be? Lucius was practically dead, after years of him parading around in the Dark Lord's place. Years of him telling Draco that he was the Voldemort's protégé, none of that changed when Lucius became the Dark Lord. Really, after Potter defeated Voldemort, nothing changed at all except Draco Malfoy hated his father even more than the world hated the Malfoys, which was a lot. However, things had gotten better. He could even say he was happy. He was safe, and no one hated him anymore.

He still had a caring mother (Narcissa had become much more loving after Lucius shadow over her had faded), all the money he could ever need. Hell, the Golden Trio didn't even bother him any more after he took down his father. This put him on the 'good' side; if there was such a thing.

But even with all of this, he still felt as though something was missing. He couldn't place it, it was something that made food not worthy of his time most days, something that made him stare at the dorm room ceiling every night trying to convince sleep to visit him; it never did anymore.

He sighed and nearly went to leave the pitch and head for dinner (it should be close enough to ending that he wouldn't have to talk to many people) but then he saw someone with long, dirty blond hair sitting in the Ravenclaw stands. The figure seemed to be both reading and glancing up to watch him fly as well. He flew over to meet his small audience. Why? He didn't really know, but supposed it was because he could use some company; Theodore and Pansy were together (much to everyone's great surprise [sarcasm]), and Blaise Zabini had permission to be working at his job bartending in Hogsmead when school wasn't in session. His family had taken a turn for the worst except the boy, he had turned from his mother, the Dark Lord and anyone else on that side. He had pleaded with Hogwarts to help him, and he quickly was taken into the Order of the Phoenix, or what was left of it. He survived the Last War. But Draco still hasn't had anyone to talk to for a couple months.

He glided over and was surprised to see the curious eyes of Luna Lovegood. She gave him a small smile before turning back to her magazine, which was upside down. Why was she here? She always was quiet; passing through the halls like wind, never pulling her nose out of that book (Alice in Wonderland, to be exact) as she traveled from room to room. Never participating in class, but still receiving perfect marks-Ravenclaws.

He felt even more guilty after coming over. She had helped and was kind to him when his father was raging havoc, an eventually she had helped take down his father and his accomplices. And a bit of embarrassment tickled his mind when he remembered a few days after the trial with his father, when Luna had found Draco crying in the girls bathroom which Moaning Myrtle had inhabited. He had felt so broken, and she had made him feel better by holding to him, speaking softly and even singing to him before he passed out. He hadn't slept for days at that point, and had eaten even less. He was basically a walking skeleton, chained down by guilt, and guilt for feeling guilt, and pain, and even mourning for the man who had been his father. She had looked passed that, and he had gotten better, though he never thanked her, or even talked to her. He had noticed how she had been getting more tired. Well, her thought, better late than never.

"Mind if I sit with you, Lovegood? ". She nodded her head and scooted over so he could sit next to her. So trusting, and kind. She had said nothing, but he felt welcome. He hadn't been this at ease, not even in his own home. But that house was always cold. They had moved out of the mansion after Lucius, many families had wanted to burn it to the ground, and his mother had wanted to move anyway. For Boxing Day, Draco had gotten to watch his childhood home go up in flames. Say what you want about a Malfoy, they knew how to make a home comfortable. And even with the bad memories that place had been his home, his life. And the only good memories of his childhood had been there, and they were stolen from him becaue people think that burning down a house of a family would make up for deaths of loved ones. Like the dead cared about a house, even the house of their killer. It had been selfish, but Draco never protested, he only asked to able to remove his clothing, and some other personal things of his and his mothers. She didn't ask for her clothes though "Your father bought me those garments," she had said "let them burn and take his memory along with them." She had been particularly bitter that day. He didn't mind, she was alive, and well. Strong, again.

He sat down next to the Luna. "I'm sorry if it bothered you…me watching you fly. I wanted to make sure you didn't get attacked by Bluzberz." she said quietly, not taking her eyes off the upside down page that had a rather complicated looking cross word puzzle, which she was solving... even writing her answers upside down. Was that in another language? He was going to ask, but he was distracted by what she ahd said.

"Bluzberz?" he asked. He'd heard rumors that the girl knew more about magical creatures than Rubeus Hagrid. Had he actually heard a Hogwarts rumor that wasn't a complete lie? "Yeah, they pretend to be a friend, and then they transform into evil monsters and attack you then they get you alone. They've been out and about lately, and its perfect weather for them." She had closed her magazine and was staring out into the quidditch pitch. "How do I know you aren't a Bluzberz then?" Draco asked smirking kindly, in a way only he could. She turned to him with a quizzical look before seeming to come up with a response "Well, I guess that's a reasonable question, but I'm wearing a charm to scare them off, so I couldn't be one." She said and she holds up her hand to reveal a bracelet with a tiny bottle clipped to it, which was filled with absolutely nothing.

He laughed lightly then turned towards her smiling. How long has it been since he's smiled? Draco couldn't remember.

And how long had it been since he'd seen Luna smile? He couldn't remember that either.

"Well I'm glad to have you here watching over me." he replied, and this time she smiled and spoke "I'll always be here. But," she frowned slightly, which, Draco thought, was adorable "I might have studying nights the same nights you come here, if it's a normal thing. So I'll have to make you your own charm. My mom was much better at charms, she made all of mine. I think I can do it, I learned a lot from her... But without her help, I can't be sure..." she spoke that last part almost inaudibly, looking across the pitch again with a faraway gaze. Draco was confused, "She can't help you through owl, or fire?" he asked, though he got no answer. Luna seemed lost in thought, maybe she hadn't heard him? He put his hand on her shoulder causing her to jump slightly and turn to him, there seemed to be a bit of panic in her eyes, but it vanished when their eyes locked."Oh, sorry, you asked me something?"

He had never seen eyes like hers before. It was like looking into endless pools of pale blue water. There was a curious, almost mischievous, glint to them... Almost like she knew something you didn't; which was very possible, she was a Ravenclaw. But, he noted they were also sad, you could see it in the tired circles under her eyes, the tiny crow's feet.

He had forgotten what he was going to say, why hadn't he noticed those eyes before? Why hadn't he realized how sad and tired she looked? He realized after a few moments, he hadn't been doing anything but staring in her eyes. She didn't seem scared though, in fact she was staring into his eyes as well. But not long after he realized how beautiful the rest of her face was, she broke eye contact. He looked away from her, and she looked from him, they both focused on the leaves tumbling across the dying grass. After a moment Draco spoke, "So… Lovegood… I just wanted to say… thanks. You know… you helped me through a lot, when my father-" "You don't have to thank me, it's all in the past. I couldn't not be nice to you just because no one else was. That's not fair. You didn't deserve that." They looked at each other again. She sent a quick smile and then cast the tempus charm; it was later than he thought. "Oh, well it seems dinner has already passed. I could go to the kitchens and get some food from the house elves; they are very friendly and helpful... Would you like to accompany me, Dragon?" He looked at her curiously; Dragon? But he delayed his curiosity, instead nodding his head to accept her invitation. They stood and Draco made his broom fly back to the dorms onto his bed so he wouldn't have to carry it around with him. Once they had decended the stairs Draco realized how cold it was, Luna seemed to think the same, she cast a warming charm over both of them. They talked a little bit, about class this year, recent Hogsmead trips. They had laughed and a little bit more trust was built. "Back at the pitch, you called me Dragon, why?" he looked at her as they walked.

He was a couple inches taller than her (he noted), but only a couple. She didn't have a 'perfect figure', but her body suited her well. Small but not scary thin, long legs that were currently covered by bright neon orange jeans. She still had some fat, but Draco didn't think anyone could be as beautiful. Better than her being sick, like he had been, and just not able to keep any food down; malnourished. Why did I think she was beautiful? She was, but he shouldn't think that. She was with the sweet and innocent (my ass) Longbottom.

"Well that's what your name means doesn't it?" She said, answering his question "It's Latin for dragon. So, I called you Dragon because I don't speak Latin." she said, he wasn't sure if it was meant as a joke or was true, but he laughed anyway. "So does that mean I can call you Moon? That is what your name means, right, Lovegood?" he asked and she turned to him, again, smiling, again "Of course, it would be rather hypocritical of me to say no, wouldn't it?" he nodded and said "Indeed."

By then, they had reached the door to the kitchen and Dracos stomach felt like a black hole. Luna tickled the pear and they walked through the doors. They were greeted by happy house elves, excited for late night visitors. "What can we's do for the Misses Luna and Mister Malfoy?" One bright eyed elf asked, Draco noticed how they called Luna by her first name, but not him. She must be a regular visitor.

"Oh. Mygy, hello, you look beautiful as always." Luna smiled slightly and shook the very embarrassed, but pleased, she-elf's hand.

So, she was definitely a regular visitor.

"We missed dinner, and we were hoping you had something to eat we could take with us?" Luna inquired. The elf nodded her head excitedly "Oh yes! Mygy will go get both Misses Luna and Mister Malfoy's plated food. Would you's like drinks as well?" They nodded in unison, and the ecstatic elf disappeared deeper into the kitchens, lost in the sound of clanging pots and pans.

"So, regular visitor then?" He asked the younger girl. She blushed, but nodded, "Yes… Neville doesn't like that I come here so often… but the house elves are always so nice." Draco frowned, "Why would Longb-"

But just then, at record time the elf returned holding two plates. Steam rose from golden biscuits swimming in what looked like bacon gravy, fat sausages rolled back and forth lightly as the elf moved towards them, and bright red and pink chopped strawberries sat piled in a smaller bowl that sat on the plate. Another elf was bringing two capped bottles of butter beer and forks. They took the food. "Thank you Mygy," Luna said, kneeling down and hugging the small elf The little house elf wrapped her bony arms around the taller girls neck. When they pulled apart Luna said "I'll try to come by again sooner, it's been far to long since when talked." The elf smiled widely, "Mygy would like that very muches misses Luna," then surprised Draco by turning towards him and saying "Mister Malfoy is welcome backs here anytimes sir, we always have goodies around if you ever need anything." Draco smiled nervously "Well.. thank you,, Mygy, I will definitely try to drop by more often. Thank you." The house elf smiled and nodded her head then backed into the bustling crowd of house elves.

As they walked down the corridor Draco noticed Luna looking at him out of the corner of her eye. He pretended he wasn't doing the same thing she was. Luna ate food quietly as they walked, he followed suit and when they were done they sent the plate back to the kitchen with a flick of their wands. And then they cracked open their bottles of butter beer. After a couple more minutes of total, but not uncomfortable, silence Luna started first. "So… it's getting late… you might want to be getting back to the dorm room before someone notices." Draco wondered why she didn't say "we" but didn't push the subject. He nodded his head and said "Okay. I'll see you around then?" she smiled and nodded, "Yep, maybe we could study together soon?"

Draco paused 'Why would she want to study with me?' And then when she started to look crestfallen he quickly made up his mind. "Sure, we could meet together soon maybe in the library?" she looked relieved but a bit worried, "I'd, I'd rather study somewhere else, somewhere where Nev- I mean, somewhere, where it won't be possible for… anyone to bother us. If that's okay, Dragon?" she looked at him with those blue eyes and called him by the nickname she had given him; he was certain, in that moment, he would've done anything for her. But it confused him.

Draco thought for a moment, "You were in the Defense Against the Dark Arts study group that Potter started a while back weren't you?" he asked, she nodded, "Yes…?" "Well we could use that room, what was it called?" She smiled a bit. "The come and go room? Sure, that's what I was thinking…tomorrow, after dinner, meet me there. Bring what you need help with or… whatever." Draco agreed and Luna rushed away after a quick "G'Night" and Draco noted how she wasn't going towards the Ravenclaw towers. Perhaps she was going to meet up with her beloved boyfriend. But, for some gut reason, Draco doubted that. "Night, Moon…" he said into the empty corridor, accompanied by only the sounds of his foot beating to the rhythm of a thinking man.

After dinner the next day Draco left the Great Hall a bit earlier than anyone else, Luna hadn't gone to dinner. He was a bit worried. He hadn't been paying attention but he suspected she'd been skipping meals. He was practically running to the hidden room. He pulled out his invisibility cloak from his school bag, but he skidded to a stop when he almost ran into a figure. "Ey, watch- oh, Malfoy." Harry Potter nodded, looking at him curiously. Draco put the cloak behind his back, no need for Potter to know about it. "Where are you running off too?" he asked, eyes flicking towards the direction of which the young Malfoy was running. "Uh, yeah. Study session… with a friend." Draco started walking again, but Potter interrupted. "You're studying with someone? Sir lone-wolf himself…really? And what are you hi-" Draco stopped, back turned to the other young man and interrupted. "Yes, and I must go, or I should be late." Before Harry could say anything Draco was turning a corner down the hall. Draco still had a bit to go before he reached the room, and the last thing he wanted to do was have an run-in with a teacher. He pulled the cloak around is shoulders and flipped on the hood. He heard footsteps a few ties, maybe prefects or students sneaking around…maybe prefects. But he did not see anyone. When he reached the door a little while later he thought about wanting in, to visit Luna. The door appeared and he entered, the door almost scared him, it was so eerily quiet. That was one of the things Draco hated, the eerie, deafening silent that lingered among the halls of Malfoy manor had scared him internally, he hated the quiet. Hogwarts was wonderful because there was no silence. Even late at night, when everyone was asleep you could hear faint traces of someone breathing, or a small creature running along the window sill. Of course, the small, cozy room did just fine, as well. Pale blue couches littered the wide room, bookshelves lined the walls. A warm fire place sat in the corner of the room, crackling as if it had a funny inside joke that it didn't feel like sharing, but kept laughing away. Then he saw Luna.

She had her thick dirty blonde hair in a messy bun, it was held up with here wand, she had been using it as a sort of hair stick. Her quill was dancing across the parchment in front of her and by her expression; she was totally lost in her work. She seemed so relaxed yet focused, plain but still angelic. He wondered if anyone else thought she was so beautiful. He stopped his thoughts. Don't think those things.

They had only recently started building a friendship. Yesterday really. Of course, they had other past history. Other graves yet to bury, or plants yet potted. But yet, he didn't feel any closer to anyone else. It was slightly terrifying..

He walked over and sat on the chair next to the couch, on which she sat; she didn't look up or greet him. Was she purposefully ignoring him, or was she so lost in thought she didn't even notice him? He was close to her, he could smell her perfume, it smelled like coffee and vanilla. Perhaps it wasn't perfume… he didn't know. She looked up from her parchment and stared at the door and frowned. Maybe she wanted to leave? He looked to the left, and only when he felt soft fabric rub against his cheek did he remember. And he found an opportunity to be absolutely Slytherin.

He threw off invisibility and said (rather loudly but not quite a shout) "Boo!"

If anyone were to think that Luna Lovegood was not able to produce a note about her average conversational tone, they would be highly mistaken Draco was sure she had awoken half the school. She threw a pillow at him "Dragon! How dare you. You- you…you scared me!" She looked livid and if the sight weren't so hilarious Draco might be scared.

A wave of hilarity washed over him and for the first time in a long time, Draco laughed until his sides hurt. Luna crossed her arms for a few moments, staring into the fire, miffed. But eventually a smile twitched on to her lips and she was smiling and laughing along with him

It wasn't hard laughing after a while just quiet dancing of their voices which laced them through the holes in their words.

They were still sitting on different pieces of furniture, but they were close, leaning towards each other. Somewhere along the timeline of the time spent in the room together some hair fell into Luna's face, framing it, but also partly blocking her big blue eyes. Draco pushed the hair behind her ear without a thought, fingers rubbing against a piercing back in her ear, a piercing he hadn't noticed before. It wasn;t common to get tattoos, or piercings in the wizarding world, but then again, Luna didn't go with the flow of society. She did what she wanted. His hand was still holding the end of the lock of hair he had pushed back and he pulled his hand way, embarrassed. Luna's cheeks flushed pink, and to any other person, it wouldn't have been extremely attractive, but it made Draco's heart warm and made her even more… he needs to stop thinking this way. No more. He told himself.

"So… I believe we came here to study." He said, solid. Luna nodded, blushing still. Draco turned his head towards his work.

They worked silently, though there was no tension. Occasionally Luna would ask for some help on Potions or Transfiguration, and sometimes Draco would ask for help on Defense Against the Dark Arts or Charms.

There was no small talk but Draco did move to the couch to spread out his paper work and compare notes with the girl. It made things easier to get along better.

Soon Luna leaned back and started to graph her Astronomy sky map on a hard book which rested against her legs. His eyes flicked to her a couple time over to time she did this, all the while he tried to match potions ingredients to areas where they are found. Wings of a flying acorn can only be found in… he couldn't remember. "Moon, do you remember where-" he said turning to look at her. But he stopped when he say he head leaned back, mouth slightly open. She was breathing deeply and slowly. Just like she sang. A voice in the back his head said. He sighed and wished for a blanket, which appeared on his lap, he unfolded it. It was thick and soft, it was a deep Gryffindor red. Stood off of the couch and carefully moved her down so she was laying flat, she barely stirred, she must've been tired.

The young man cast a tempus charm. The time was half past two. Tomorrow was a Saturday, so he didn't have to b up early, no one would notice his absence. He decided against going back to his dorm, instead he took both his and Luna's paper work and sat it on the table, the room must've realized they would be staying, an extra couch appeared where the table was, and another Gryffindor red blanket sat neatly folded on it. He made sure Luna's feet were shoeless and covered with the blanket before stepping back two paces before lying on his couch.

Hi head laid on the couch so he was facing Luna head to foot. They were still very close, he could reach out and touch her arm if he wanted to, as it was hanging off the edge a bit. The lights dimmed to near darkness and soon Draco fell into a deeper sleep than he had had for a while. Dreaming of skipping rocks on a lake, visible only by the light of the moon.

Author Note: FINALLY HAVE THE UPDATED VERSION DONE. I am so sorry this has taken so long. I am back on the ball now, for good. And next week I'll have the next chapter finished. Thank you for the loyalty. This is dedicated to my very loyal follower, Francesca Salazar. Thank you for supporting me from chapter one. 3 xo

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