Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter.

So this is the start of a one shot series surrounding Luna/Blaise. It can be read separately than "Only Fools Rush In" but I recommend reading the other story first. Not because you have to but because I think it's an awesome story.

So without further ado, I give you how Luna Lovegood met Blaise Zabini.

We begin our story in a closet.

A broom closet to be precise.

Neither one of our characters expected to end up in this closet together but fate had a different plan. And one cannot mess with fate without receiving a nice slap in the face.

Fate had plans for these two unlikely people. The Italian Slytherin god and the Ravenclaw loon. An unlikely pair but some of the strongest couples of all time were unlikely pairs.

No one thought this would ever work out but these two were dead set on proving everyone wrong.

And so they met in a closet at the Ministry of Magic Annual Holiday Ball.

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Luna was trying to escape the attention of another suitor. Tonight, for some reason, all the single men were coming after her, asking her to dance, offering to get her a drink, striking up a friendly conversation, etc. At first, she was flattered but now it was just downright irritating. Her feet were aching from dancing so often and some bloke had nearly spilt a drink down the front of her robes.

So she did the most logical thing possible and hid in the nearest closet. It was a perfectly normal thing to do, jumping into a closet to avoid being pestered by more men who had Wrackspurts floating around in their ears. How could they stand it?

It came much to her surprise, when she stepped into the closet to find it already occupied.

"No, don't let the door close," a mystery voice called out from the left side small room.

But the warning came too late, seeing that the door was already magically sealed again.

"Bugger," the voice responded as it heard the sound of the door shutting.

With a faint "lumos" the closet lit up and Luna found herself face to face with the Slytherin Italian Stallion, Blaise Zabini.

"Lovegood, what are you doing hiding in a closet?" He asked, moving to sit back down on the floor.

Luna just stared at him. This man had never talked to her before so why was he doing it now? She looked from the door to him back to the door. Upon her glance at him, she found something terribly wrong and informed him immediately.

"You have a snorflax on your nose, just there," She said, pointing to a spot on the side of his nose.

Blaise's hand immediate flew up to his nose as he tried to brush whatever was on his nose away. But he found nothing there.

"What are you talking about?" He questioned her.

Luna ignored his question but lifted her hand to his face. She gently brushed her fingers across the bridge of his nose. The touch sent an electric shock racing through her body. She quickly pulled her hand back.

His penetrating eyes held hers as he moved forward slightly. The action reminded Luna of a lion hunting down his prey. It unnerved her and excited her at the same time. Of all the men at the party, Blaise had to be the best looking. No man of his beauty had ever given her a second glance and now he had a strange look in his eye.

Her back hit the wall as she moved backwards, but Blaise kept his advance.

"What are you doing?" Luna asked, nervously.

Blaise just smirked, "You smell absolutely delicious."

His arms came to rest upon Luna's waist as his head bent to take a deep whiff of the perfume she was wearing.

"What scent are you wearing?" He purred.

"I don't wear perfume. Florians tend to be attracted to floral smells so I stay away from perfumes and colognes. I find that a nice unscented soap does the job quite nicely."

"No really, what kind of perfume do you wear?" Blaise insisted. No woman could smell that good without having some kind of spray scent.

Luna looked at him inquisitively, "Florians are no joking matter, Mr. Zabini. They form communities on your neck making it nearly impossible for anyone to kiss."

"Call me Blaise," He replied, leaning down to smell her neck.

Luna shifted slightly in his arms, "What are you doing, Zabini."

"Checking for Florians. I give you a clean bill of health, Ms. Lovegood," Blaise smirked against her neck, placing a soft kiss on her pulse point.

"Are you a doctor?" Luna requested, politely.

"Uh, no," he scoffed, pulling back.

"Oh,' Luna murmured, looking toward the door again. When she looked back at him, she asked, "How did you get locked in this closet, Mr. Zabini?"

"I guess you could say, I'm hiding. And it's Blaise." He responded, stepping back to allow her to pull away.

"Why are you hiding, Blaise?"

The look in her eyes scared him. She honestly wanted to know the answer and seemed to care about what was his answer. When was the last time he had talked to someone who truly cared about what he said? He couldn't remember.

"I guess I just don't want to talk to these people. I don't care what they have to say and they all want something from me. So I decided to take a break in here but apparently the door magically locks itself."

Luna's intense eyes were on him again. Tilting her head to the side, Luna whispered, "They don't understand people like us, Blaise. Those who are different from their mold, they just want to use us and for that I'm very sorry."

Blaise was shocked. Luna had successfully described his life in a few short sentences. Instead of letting the comment get to him, he put up the walls he had constructed as a child. He didn't know her at all and this was his defense mechanism when someone got too close to the truth. He closed himself up and went back into the suave Blaise persona.

He stepped closer to her once more. This time her hands came up to try and stop him. He needed to feel her touch so he stepped closer so her hands would hit his toned chest. His hands wrapped back around her waist and he leaned in get another whiff of her "non-perfume" smell.

Luna's eyes closed as he placed a soft kiss on her neck.

"What is going on here, Blaise Zabini?" Luna asked, breathlessly.

"Well, Luna Lovegood, we are locked in a closet with no exit in sight. And I want to kiss you. Haven't you ever made out with a stranger in a closet?" Blaise questioned, his breath tickling her neck.

Luna's eyes rolled up into her head as he gently placed kisses along the side of her neck. She fought hard to come up with answer but he was doing such glorious things to her neck.

"No, I've never done that before."

He chuckled softly against her neck, "Have you ever wanted to?"

"The warksprouts are telling me that I need to right now."

"What's a warkspurt?"

"Doesn't matter," Luna replied, lifting her arms around his neck and pressing her lips against his.

His hands tightened against her waist and his lips moved against hers. He was about to deepen the kiss when the door to the closet was flung open.

"Oh man, I'm sorry," Another masculine voice called out as light flooded the darkened room.

When Blaise pulled away to glare at the intruder, Luna slipped out of his grasp. Without looking back, she walked quickly past Draco Malfoy, who had opened the door.

She walked as fast as she could in her heels and tried to ignore the conversation happening behind her but her sensitive hearing caught the conversation.

"Dude, were you about to nail, Looney Lovegood?" Draco asked incredulously.

Blaise sent him a withering glance and Draco automatically took a step back.

"Get out of my way, Malfoy," Blaise snapped, pushing his friend aside in order to catch up with Luna.

"What the hell, Blaise?" Draco shouted as his best friend ran after the woman who had fled the closet.

Blaise ran back to the main party, looking for the girl in the goldenrod dress but alas there was no sign of her anywhere. He could sense her presence but she was hiding from him.

So he decided to wait for her. He glanced around the ballroom, looking for someone he could talk to until Luna Lovegood decided to reveal herself. Blaise didn't have to wait long for someone to come talk to him. Being a young civil rights lawyer, people were always coming to get advice from him or debating him on the various cases he had won. It didn't take long for the head of some department to come find him.

After the war, during which Blaise stayed neutral, he decided that he needed to do something productive with his life and show people the Purebloods can do good things too. People hadn't taken him seriously until he won his first case for house elf that was beaten by its master. The elf had shown up in the ministry kitchen with burns all over his body and the Department of Magical Creatures had given the case to him, expecting him to fail. Not only did he win the case but he even fought for the owner to be thrown in Azkaban for three years. And won.

No one doubted his abilities again. He quickly became one of the most sought after lawyers in the magical community. People from all over the continent asked for his help. When he had opened his own office, he'd had to take on partners just to maintain the case stacks.

Lately though, he had been feeling like something was missing from his life. He loved what he did but the demand was getting to be too much. It wasn't exciting as it once had been. He needed a change in his life. And that change came in the gorgeous package of Luna Lovegood.

When she had entered the closet, her intoxicating smell had overwhelmed him. All he could think about was her and how much he wanted her. In the back of his mind, he knew someone had slipped something into her drink to make her irresistible to men. If Draco hadn't interrupted him, he would have seduced her right then and there.

His casual conversation with the Head of the Department of Misuse of Magic had him bored out of his bleeding mind so when he smelled the delectable Luna smell, his gaze shot up to seek her out.

She was relatively easy to find across the floor with a group of men surrounding her. Growling softly underneath his breath, he stalked across the room, pushing dancers out of his way. The group of savage looking men were pushing Luna back against the wall and closing in closer. He needed to stop this and stop it now.

He pushed through the crowd with all his strength, the weaker men falling to the side. When he reached the front, the sight stopped him short. Luna was crouched on the floor with her hands up in a protective stance.

"Luna," He called out softly, kneeling down beside her.

Her scared eyes flashed up to his and in them he saw how terrified she was.

"Come here, bella," He breathed out, sweeping her swiftly into his arms. He felt her shaking like a leaf in his grip.

"Blaise, I was so scared," She whispered, burying her face into his neck.

"I know, Luna, I know but I'm here now and no one else will get a hold of you," Blaise answered quickly and firmly.

He walked out of the ballroom down to the apparation area and quickly apparated them to his flat. He set her down on one of the couches in his living room. Taking the seat across from her, he asked, "Are you alright, Luna?"

Her eyes where still closed and she was taking deep breaths to calm herself down, "I don't know."

After taking another minute to compose herself, she yelled, "Why were they doing it, Blaise? Why were all the men after me all night? I had to run into the bloody closet to get away from them but then they corner me."

Angry tears rolled down her cheeks as she became more and more agitated. Blaise move from his chair to sit next to her on the couch. He grabbed her hands with one of his and with the other he reached up to brush the tears off her alabaster cheeks.

"Someone put an irresistibility potion in your drink, Luna. I could smell it on you as soon as you entered the closet," Blaise reasoned with her.

Luna's head snapped back and her blue eyes were blazing, "Is that why you kissed me? Because of a stupid potion?"

"No," Blaise drawled, "I think it was the warkspurt in my head. And you kissed me, my dear."

As soon as he said the words, he knew they were the wrong things to say.

So he did the classic male thing and tried to backtrack, "That's not what I meant."

Luna's normally cheery eyes were now ice cold, "No, I think that's exactly what you meant. Goodnight, Zabini."

"Luna, wait," Blaise pleaded as the blond got up off the couch. He grabbed her hand and stopped her from accessing the floo.

"What?" Luna snapped, not looking him.

"I know you are mad at me right now. And I admit, my actions in the closet might have been influenced slightly by the potion but I'm here now asking you to go to lunch with me tomorrow. We'll both have clear minds and be able to talk about what happened in the closet earlier. Because as much as you might not believe it, I don't just make out with random women in a closet."

Luna stood there considering it. After a moment, she replied, "Alright Blaise, I'll have lunch with you tomorrow. But you need to know one thing: You had better make a good impression."

Blaise grinned at her, "Thank you, Luna. I'll see you tomorrow for lunch. Where should I meet you?"

Luna's brow creased as she thought about an appropriate place for them to meet, "Just come by The Quibbler office. We'll go from there."

Blaise placed a light kiss on her hand saying, "Allora domani," as she flooed away.

Until Tomorrow.

AN: So what did you think? Leave me some love and I'll post the next one shot soon!