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Draco walked through the dark corridors of Hogwarts, searching for some desolate corner to wallow in. He wanted to be alone. Far from the googly eyed, love birds that stench the school with their putrid signs of affection.

To Draco, love did not exist. It should not. No matter how much this annoyed him, he had never been as bothered about it then just a moment ago.

Two students were standing out in PUBLIC, against the wall in the courtyard. This boy was on the wall, some girl in front of him. Her head lay on his chest and his hand rubbing absently on some spot around her arse. It wasn't groping, but it was somewhat… caring. If feeling someone up can be caring.

He pressed his lips to her cheek through her hair. Draco had a feeling in him that felt like a little pixie was jumping around in it. He confirmed this feeling to be disgust. He wouldn't let it be anything but.

The thing is, is that the two 14 year olds are supposedly in 'love'. Sure, they have lasted five or so months, but Draco had seen couples married together for YEARS and they never preformed such a… repulsive act. Nevertheless, maybe it was just his mum and dad.

He decided that people must fall in 'love' because they have to, in order to allow this fickle world to prosper. We have sex, because guys like it… and he guessed girls do also. Sometimes, they are too caught up in ecstasy, and accidentally have a kid. Some people act like it was on purpose. However, other people do just have kids on purpose in order for their species to survive.

Draco had a strangely… optimistic perspective. Maybe he was pessimist, and optimistic… pessoptimist. Draco would make his own perspective genre to which people like him could go- pessoptimist.

Draco gave up on walking around; ever corner was infested with those brainwashed, naïve bastards. It sickened him.

He rounded the corner, and from out of nowhere, something ran into him, full force. Draco fell flat on his back, and someone fell on top of him.

"Who the hell do you think you are? Watch where you are going, you filthy, uncoordinated…"

"Sorry." a soft voice sounded, a little frightened, obviously, "I didn't mean to, Malfoy. It won't happen again."

Draco looked at his verbal victim for the first time. It was little Luna Lovegood. Ravenclaw. Her long hair was just as pale as his was, and at the moment, it was tied up with a ribbon, which matched her sparkling, violet eyes.

She just gazed at him, as he lay there, really taking her in for the first time. Her breath on his face felt good, smelled good also. Peppermint. Her mouth was parted a bit, she was breathing from her mouth. Luna's chest rose and fell, in quick, nervous breaths.

"Just... don't do it again." He whispered, afraid that if he spoke too loud, she would fly away, like a bird, or a butterfly.

She slowly got up, smoothing her knee- length, blue flower dress as she rose. She had navy ballerina style shoes on and an anklet with blueberry charms on it.

"I'll um… see you around then." She said, her dream-like voice returning.

She pulled the ribbon out of her hair, and he was surprised to see that the small ribbon was large enough to fit around her waist, and be tied in a bow in the back.

"Yeah. Bye." He said as he got off the floor also, running his hands through his hair.

Luna waved and skipped down the hallway, her hair flowing behind her.

Draco slumped against the wall, back to the floor and put his head in his hands. He fought the battle in his head, earning him an extreme migraine. He would NOT admit he thought Lovegood was… pretty. One of Potters friends. Draco hit the floor, and grabbed his hair in his hands, his eyes closed. Well, you could think some one was pretty and not like them... right? In addition, you could like them without loving them, right? Right. Because love did not exist. There wasn't a doubt about that. Moreover, he did not think she was pretty. No, sir, ree bob.

She was not. She just had nice hair, nice mouth, nice smile, nice body, nice voice, nice clothes, nice eyes, and nice breath, nice… nice.

Draco groaned in aggravation and stormed away to the Courtyard. With any luck, that obnoxious couple would be gone. If not, he needed to terrorize a few people anyway. It would make him feel like himself again.

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