Draco stared across the Great Hall, looking longingly at the blonde bug-eyed beauty that sat at her house table. She was in a bubble of her own. Blaise elbowed him sharply. Draco snapped his head back to face him and gave him a fake smile.
It had become somewhat of a habbit for him. He found himself doing it a lot. What had been asked of him -it hurt him. He didn't want to. He didn't want to kill his head master, even though he never cared much for the elderly man he had never wanted him death. Hell, he didn't even want Potter dead.
He spared one more glance at the blonde beauty before focusing on his headmaster. His usual speach seemed strangely fitting for Draco. As he finished his eyes lingered on the Slytherin table, specifically Draco. He knew what this meant. The old man knew. Draco's eyes flashed to his head of house, Proffessor Snape. He too, was looking at Draco. It made sense that he would know of the task he'd been given.
Numbly Draco resorted to the usual back to term traditions with his roommates until they'd all fallen asleep. He decided then that he would sneak out of his dormitory and out of the common room. She'd be ready and waiting outside her common room's entrance for him.
He liked that she didn't judge him. He liked that even though his father had tried to kill her, she still gave him a change. He liked that about her.
They'd owl-ed a lot over the summer, enjoying each others company through the messages. It was nice, he was glad he had got to know the youner girl.
He reached the entrance to Ravenclaw tower. Draco knocked on the wall. He knew she'd be able to hear it. Immediately later she came through the entrance, smiling. She smiled brightly at him, her blue orbs lighting up like a child's when Christmas comes early.
Dwardling they walked and talked quietly until Draco gathered enough bravery to reach out for her hand, holding it gently. She smiled that he did so. He smiled when she didn't pull away.
They walked quitely for a bit until they reached a blank corridor. Draco recognised this as the place that Dumbledore's Army had trained the year before. Luna walked, pacing back and forth three times until a door appeared. She delightedly squealed when it did before leading him inside. It was a cosy room, cute.
She explained how the room worked and they talked for hours, until it was past midnight. Then they left the secret room. He walked her to her common room, once again, hand in hand.
The castle was cilly and the younger girl had goosebumps all up her arms. Draco looked at her and offered her his jacket. It was a muggle one but his mother had approved of it. It was more practical. He placed it on her shoulders. She smiled to him greatfully and whispered "thank you."
They arrived at her common room and she went to take the jacket off. He stopped her. "Keep it" he said, looking into her eyes. She looked back and smiled again. A strand of her hair fell into her face, obstructing his view of her beautiful eyes. He reached out and tucked it behind her ear.
He realised, then, how close they were. He felt like a cliche muggle movie. In them he would kiss her now. He wanted to kiss her now. She looked so beautiful in the dim lighting of their wands. For some reason portraits were nicer about having a light on when you had someone with you. Maners, he guessed.
She went onto her tip toes. He really should have kissed her now. She kissed him. Only his cheek but still him. He smiled.
"Good bye, Draco" she said smiling.