It all started with a broom and a detention.
Luna sat in the grass, watching Gryffindor and Hufflepuff practice quidditch. She took a bite of her apple, scribbling on her parchment. She was supposed to be taking notes, but the relatively warm day was too exciting. She could always do it later that night, when the rare warmth of the sun was gone. She looked back to the skies. Maybe she should learn how to fly. She thought about that as she ate her apple. Surely there wasn't anything too horrible. Although, Snumples would be able to get to her easier. She'd have to research that later.
Draco sat in a tree, furiously writing out his transfiguration essay. He had McGonagall next and hadn't even started the two page paper that was due. He wouldn't have been so worried if Crabbe and Goyle weren't so stupid. He'd just have them do it. But no. They were dumber than rocks, and Draco was on the verge of trouble anyway. After only a few minutes, he crumpled up the paper and threw it over his shoulder, jumping out of the tree. He walked across the courtyard. Transfiguration was useless anyway.
Draco rolled his eyes as McGonagall took points from Slytherin. Some of the Ravenclaws giggled quietly. It was no surprise that everyone disliked McGonagall, it was that it was Ravenclaw students that were laughing. He would have expected Slytherins, but they seemed to be silent. The professor seemed flustered.
" Ten points from Slytherin, and detention tonight for you, Mr. Malfoy. And five points from Ravenclaw for that rude display." Or something like that. Draco wasn't listening. Someone interrupter her rant.
" Professor, I'd be happy to polish the brooms tonight after dinner with him."
" Why would you do that, Miss Lovegood?" Malfoy raised an eyebrow, looking at the blond, who was standing.
" I've read that work goes faster when the ones working do so as a pair." Draco smiled, trying not to laugh at the idiocy. McGonagall sighed after a moment of thought.
" Very well. The two of you report to my office directly after dinner."
Luna approached Draco after class was over.
" Would you teach me how to fly a broom?" She asked.
" You're nuts."
" So that's a yes?" She asked. He stopped walking.
" No, it's a no." Luna sighed as he continued walking. She had to get to class. She'd have to wait to talk to him.
Luna spent the rest of the day thinking about flying. Time passed quickly, and it seemed as though just after Transfiguration it was dinnertime. She looked up from the table, glancing to the Slytherin table. Draco was sitting where he'd always sat. On the corner closest to the door. She watched him stand. Maybe he wants top be early. She thought, standing. She collected her bag and followed him.
Draco was so sick of Pansy. He couldn't believe that he was almost happy to go to McGonagall for detention with Loony Lovegood. He walked briskly, hoping she wasn't following him. When he heard footsteps behind him, he growled. Pansy was insufferable. Not to mention clingy.
" Yes, I love you, now leave me al- Oh. It's you." He said, surprised to see Luna.
" You- probably thought I was someone else, right?" She asked. Draco nodded, turning his head quickly. Whether she was Loony or not, that was embarrassing. They walked in silence til they got to McGonagall's office.
" I've had just about enough of you, Mr. Malfoy. Your ability to fail in the most simple of tasks is unacceptable. I want all of these brooms cleaned by curfew." She said before stalking out, taking Luna's and Draco's wands with her.
" Well, we'd better get started." Luna said. Draco smirked.
" I've got a better idea. Remember earlier, when you said you wanted to learn to fly?" Luna nodded.
" Yes. What about it?" Draco sighed. She was daft.
A/ N Yo, I'm not J.K. Rowling, so, obviously, I don't own Hogwarts or the characters in the series... My friend isfanastyandlovereal requested another Druna... But I'm not quite sure if that's where I want to go... Any ideas? I'd love some reviews and critiques! Oh, and this is fifth year as if it was a normal year, meaning probably ( no promises) no Voldie stuff.