A/N: A friend of mine had this kind of idea, and so I wrote it down for her. Well, I carried her idea a bit further, and this came out. It's my first FanFic on this ship (which is really adorable!).

Disclaimer: Nope, not JKR. If I would be, Draco would never have become a Death Eater. Or rather, his remorse would have been described just a tiny bit more.

„I know what you're up to! You want to steal my glory!"

Draco Malfoy barely heard what Snape answered him. He marched to the door of the classroom, wrenched it open and strode down the corridor. He passed Slughorn's office, where the sound of laughter and talking came out and went into another classroom, slamming the door shut.

Inside, Draco kicked the wall, clenched his fists and ranted to himself about his Professor, who had been questioning him ever since he had been in Hogwarts this year. He knew Snape only wanted to help him because he promised Draco's mother to do so. Draco swore under his breath – he wasn't a child anymore, he could do this himself. Everyone was bossing him around like a little child. He hadn't wanted to become a Death Eater, and now that he had his mission, he had to do what he was being told. But if he had to do it, he wanted to do it in his own fashion. He kicked the wall again, but it didn't help his bad and aggressive temper. He drew his wand and pointed it at the first table.

"Reductio!" he snapped. With a blast, the table was reduced to fine dust, but still Draco didn't feel any better. What he needed, was something, someone, to let off some steam.

Just then, the door opened, and a girl with long, blonde hair and protuberant eyes, wearing a set of spangled silver robes, entered.

Luna Lovegood. Oh, bloody hell.

"Did you just blast this table?" she asked, interested.

"I did, if you must know," Draco snarled in answer, hoping she would disappear to where she came from. Bloody Freak.

"And why did you do it?"

"Just because. And now leave me alone."

"You're being very rude, you know."

With a snarl, and completely without thinking, he lunged at the unnerving girl, and, causing her almost to stumble, pressed her hard against the cold stone wall. He heard her noise of surprise, but ignoring it completely, he pressed his lips roughly against hers. Luna gasped as he kissed her even more demanding and moved his hands down to her waist. With dull surprise Draco recognized that she kissed him back, grasping the fabric of his robes. He couldn't suppress a tiny moan, kissed her once more greedily and then pulled away with an immense effort.

She looked at him with great surprise, something Draco hadn't ever seen in her face before. He knew he had to say something.

"Thanks," he whispered then throatily. He left the classroom, feeling much better than before, and leaving a very bewildered girl standing there in quite a shock.

***

Luna came back from her Christmas holidays apprehensively. She hadn't forgotten (how could she?) the evening of Slughorn's Christmas party, when Draco Malfoy of all people had kissed her in such a way. And she was sure that he hadn't forgotten, either. Sure enough, she ran into him the first day back on the grounds, as she took a walk in the snow.

"Lovegood," he greeted her stiffly, but Luna could see that his pale cheeks had become pink.

"Hello, Draco," she answered. Luna never called people by their last names; it was just so rude.

"I won't apologize for that incident before Christmas," he began then, still in that stiff voice. "But I want you to know that it won't happen again."

"Oh, but why not?"

"Why not?" he repeated slowly, incredulous. "Because I – because you're Luna Lovegood, bloody hell!"

"That's no real reason, Draco."

"I – you're driving me mad, Lovegood!"

"With what?"

"With – with your way to talk and ask questions and your behavior and everything!" Draco seemed rather annoyed, so Luna figured it would be polite to apologize.

"I'm sorry."

"I don't want you to be sorry," he snarled, and Luna was reminded of that evening, when he had snarled at her in the same way. "I want – you to –"

"What do you want, Draco?"

"I want you to shut up!"

"No," Luna said then, becoming a bit annoyed herself. "No, Draco, I won't. You snarl at me all the time and you are very rude and tell me to shut up, but at the same time you're kissing me, just to tell me it won't happen again. And I don't believe you, you know."

"You don't believe me? What don't you believe, Lovegood?"

"First, my name is Luna. Make the u long and the a nice and short. Really, it's not so difficult. And then, I don't believe you're quite as ignorant as you pretend to be. And I don't believe you won't kiss me again."

"And why don't you believe that, Luna?" Draco sneered, pronouncing her name in a mocking voice.

Luna raised all her courage, stepped to him and kissed him. Not as rough and demanding as he had done, but gentle and soft and everything a first kiss should be. She could feel that Draco stiffened beneath her, his breath becoming ragged and uneven, but then he gave in and kissed her back. He put his arms around her and stroked her back. Luna smiled inwardly as she felt his warm breath on her face becoming steady again, because their kiss was calm and sweet. At long last, she pulled away, now smiling openly.

"Just because," she said simply.

Well, there you go. Liked it? Hated it? Tell me!