A/N: Setting: HBP. I hope it's good. And not too cliche. Luna POV and occasionally Draco's.
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, to my utmost unhappiness.
I may have pretended that being odd was ok with me. I could have ignored everyone's jeers and them hiding my belongings. I could stand it all. I could pretend to be a soft, fragile, delicate thing and hide my true nature. But I couldn't take it when people spoke of my family. Especially when he spoke of my folks.
"Mother was going through the old files. She came across the Lovegood file. They kept a good deal quiet. Especially that demented mother! She may have pretended to go looking for crumply whatcha-ma-call-'ems but in fact, she was in cahoots with the Dark Lord. Probably his most brilliant minion. Before she got hitched. A real nutter her husband. He rubbed off on her badly. She went loony in the end and did herself in. Too many skeletons to keep locked away, I reckon."
Draco ended up in the hospital wing that afternoon. A hallway full of witnesses and nobody discovered me. I was either an extremely brilliant actress or simply insignificant. To everybody.
As Draco lay on the bed of the hospital wing, he tried to figure out who could have put him in such a state. He thought of what he was talking about. And it hit him. "Ruddy Ravenclaw! It was that Loony Lovegood!" but Draco had no proof and couldn't get her expelled. Anyway, he had a plan to go through with. Kill Dumbledore. No more, no less.
One Week Later
A Malfoy never forgets when someone hexes them. And Draco hadn't forgotten. It was time for Luna to pay. And this devilish Malfoy knew he would have to go all out.
It was late evening and Malfoy had cornered me. He put on this-there is no other way to put it-adorable smile and handed me a cup of pumpkin juice. What I didn't realize was he had me Imperiused.
He walked away in a poised, dignified manner. How dashing! I sipped from the cup. It smelled heavenly. Like the ground after it had rained. Then I saw Crabbe. He looked absolutely handsome! All those pimples were really becoming. Oh and that pudgy fat body of his! He reminded me of that Cedric Diggory. Except Crabbe was so much more charming. He smelled of a bog that was infested with Red Caps. The scent was heavenly to my nose. I began tagging along like a puppy behind her master. I saw my knight in shining armor wink to Malfoy. Oh his gorgeous eyelid!
Looking back if I had to mention the most embarrassing moment of my life, I would say it was the next 24 hours to come.
I had declared my undying love to that unbecoming Crabbe no less than 20 times. I had even tries to kiss him! Oh, horror! After the potion wore off, I was so ashamed. And I realized what Draco had done.
It was the perfect plan. He knew that hexing me, teasing me or any other thing wouldn't affect me. So he decided to make myself embarrass me. I would never have sipped anything he ever gave me. Unless he forced me to. The pumpkin juice was laced with love potion. He cursed me to drink it after he left. And right on cue, Crabbe comes in. Like I said: the perfect plan. But his words about my mother still haunted me. He would pay.
If Malfoy wanted war, he would get one. Dragons may be fierce, but the Moon is ultimate.