Note: I'm excited to be posting another fan-fic! It is completely different than the one I'm writing now. :) Well... The chapters are going to be longer, and it's not in first person... soo... yeah.

Anyway, read and review? Pweez? You'll get the next chapter on Monday. ;) (But if we reach 10 reviews, then I'll post it sooner!)

Sorry for the bribe, hehe... I might even decide to post it sooner. You never know. It is ready; just not posted.

Anyway, enjoy!

Chapter 1

Luna Lovegood stood in line beside Ginny Weasley, absently looking about to see why the usually tame store was so… not. She knew that her friend's favorite Quidditch team. Luna hadn't been listening very well, so she wasn't too sure what team it was exactly. She just played along as Ginny talked avidly about some Quidditch positions; keeper, seeker, chaser, beaters. None of them really made much sense, even to Luna, who often saw things differently.

"Ginny, who did you say you're meeting again?" Luna asked, her eyes looking around the shop quickly. She wasn't even quite sure what store she was in.

"The Holyhead Harpies and the Chudley Cannons!" Ginny exclaimed irritably. "I've told you!"

"I'm sorry, Ginny. It must be the gnargles." Luna responded airily. She looked around the store again, and stood high on her toes, trying to see how much longer they'd have to wait. She didn't mind waiting, really. She just grew impatient.

Ginny fidgeted anxiously, tossing her old Gryffindor uniform back and forth. It was faded after having been in storage for three years. Ginny was now 21, as it had taken half a school year to rebuild Hogwarts, so they'd just waited until the next to actually begin classes. Luna had gone back with some of her fellow classmates for an extra eighth year, completely optional. Luna was now 22.

"We're almost there!" Ginny gushed, smiling broadly. Luna looked down at her. She was a few inches shorter.

Luna stood on her toes to look over the crowd, and she could barely make out the face of Ron Weasley standing with the Chudley Cannons, his keeper gloves on and orange uniform brighter than his hair. She didn't think they were really all that close. It would be another twenty minutes, at least.

After the twenty minutes passed, Ginny Weasley was anxiously awaiting the girl in front of her to stop fussing over some blonde-haired boy. Luna couldn't see why she was so fussy! It was just a boy, after all. They weren't that special. Particularly full of wrackspurts.

Once the girl moved on, after the encouragement of a heavy-set man, Luna and Ginny finally stepped forward. Luna stared at the blonde boy, trying to place him. He seemed oddly familiar… his jaw was strong, and nose pointed but elegant. His cheekbones were pointed just as elegantly as his nose. She furrowed her blonde brows. She couldn't place her finger on it… he was so familiar, but different… his blonde hair was shaggy and grown out to his upper neck, askew…

"You've got to bloody be kidding me." Ginny hissed. "Look!"

The red-head pointed at the same blonde-haired boy Luna was so fixated on.

"Yes, I see him… but who is he? He seems familiar." Luna replied, narrowing her eyes curiously. "I can't seem to remember. I can almost hear his voice, but those darn wrackspurts! They're in my way."

Ginny looked at Luna curiously, a worried look on her face. Luna knew she was wondering what she was talking about, but didn't pay any mind to it. She got that look a lot.

"You can't be serious. You don't recognize him? The boy who taunted me… you! He made fun of everybody. He was a git, Luna. How can you not remember the damned name?" Ginny nearly growled. Luna shrugged.

"I still don't know Ginny." Luna replied, looking curiously at the boy. They were very much in the front of the line, but still hadn't approached any of the players. The teams looked at them curiously, Ron's face red from embarrassment. Everybody knew Ginny was his sister, just by the red hair.

"It's Draco Malfoy!" Ginny muttered, stepping forwards. She ignored the snickering blonde, who was watching the pair curiously.

Ginny discussed Quidditch things that Luna didn't quite understand with a few members of the Holyhead Harpies, while Luna approached her friend's brother.

"Hello, Ron." She greeted pleasantly. Ron nodded in greeting. "How's Harry? I'm sure you've seen him lately."

Ron nodded again, and swallowed. "Yeah, the other day, actually. He's really busy, you know. Training to be an Auror… and stuff." Luna nodded thoughtfully.

"And you're the keeper for the…." Luna began, her mind drawing a blank when it came to the name of the Quidditch team. She was just elated that she'd remembered Ron's position.

"Chudley Cannons." Ron said, smiling warmly. Luna nodded.

"Yes! That." She replied happily. "How is it?"

"Oh, it's hard work, you know… all the training." Ron said, folding his arms. He lifted his hand off his chest, revealing blisters. "My hands get bruised and battered pretty badly, too. These are from a pair of new gloves I was supposed to wear to promote some new Quidditch gear company, but they hurt like hell. But I played anyway. Best game of my life. But, this was the result."

Luna nodded, giggling lightly. "Oh, Ron. The wrackspurts really have done a number on you!"

Ron nodded, an odd look on his face. A mirror image of the look Ginny had given her when she'd mentioned the same thing. But it didn't bother her. So many people looked at her exactly the same way. He excused himself, and went to his sister, greeting her with a hug. Luna was left to stand awkwardly alone, rocking back and forth. She was used to that, too.

"Well, if it isn't Loony Lovegood." Drawled a voice. Luna didn't need to turn to look who it was. "I can say, though. Time has done you well."

Luna turned around, to see Draco Malfoy. He was standing, a half a foot above her. He flipped his shaggy blonde hair out of his face, and narrowed his blue-grey eyes. His shoulders were broad and the muscles in his arms strained against his shirt. You could make out the faint line of the Dark Mark on his forearm. A smirk graced his features. It was always there.

Luna, in comparison, was petite in everyway. Her waist was thin, even her hips, which loose jeans hung loosely on. The small of her back was exposed by her T-shirt, and she pulled it down gracefully. Her fingers were long and sculpted, and her neck was elegant. Her face was round and soft, childish looking, but she was an odd kind of beautiful. A different beautiful, but beautiful nonetheless.

"I can say the same, Draco." Luna responded politely. It wasn't a lie, either. He was rather handsome. But Luna wasn't one of those girls to fawn over boys. A boy was a boy, no matter how he looked. What mattered was personality, and if he was as handsome as the young Mr. Malfoy was, then that was just an added bonus.

"Draco?" he asked in surprise, his eyebrows arching up elegantly.

"I don't like calling people by their last names." Luna replied, smiling lightly. "It isn't as friendly as a first name. Like I prefer to be called Luna," she continued, her eyes focusing on Draco meaningfully. "Not Loony."

Draco looked down, running his hand through his shaggy hair. "Well, I do believe that happens to be your name."

"Loony?" she asked in disbelief, a chuckle forming at her mouth. Draco nodded, looking back up and smirking. He always, always smirked.

"Yes. I always have." He replied, his smirk turning into a lopsided smile. "Because that's what everybody called you. Because you're loony, fucking insane. You talk about wrackspurts and gnargles like they're real."

Luna sniffed daintily. "They are quite real, Draco. Don't be arrogant."

"Arrogant?" he scoffed, his eyes a fiery blaze. "I am far from arrogant. I am truthful, and nobody seems to understand that. I won't lie to a person. I say what I think, and mean what I say."

"So if you said that water was bland and meaningless, you would mean it?" Luna asked. Draco raised an eyebrow curiously. He didn't see where this was going.

"Yes. It is bland and meaningless. Drink something better… like firewhiskey." Draco smirked. Luna rolled her eyes, putting her hands on her hips. She'd become slightly more "girly", for say, being around Hermione and Ginny so much. It was lovely, as she hadn't a mother of her own. Mrs. Weasley seemed to adopt that position.

"But you need water to survive, Mr. Malfoy. Without water, you'll die." Luna responded, smiling. "Is it so meaningless now?"

Draco narrowed his eyes, opening his mouth to respond. But instead, he pursed his lips thoughtfully.

"Well played, Loony. Well played." He said simply, before taking a seat once more. He took a picture from a pile, and signed it in long, elegant script. He smirked, and handed it to Luna. She reluctantly took it, not even looking at it to know it was a picture of himself.

"See you around, Loony." Draco said, leaning back in his chair. Luna sighed as Ginny stood beside her, shooting Draco a death glare.

"Malfoy."

"Weasley."

Then Ginny continued on, Luna beside her, and walked out of the shop.

Quality Quidditch Supplies. That was the name of the store.


Draco Malfoy left the bloody store after eight hours of signing autographs and trying to please fawning teenage girls. He was tired, and he really wanted to go home and just lay down. What he really wanted, was a girl to lay down with. He could have taken any of the ones who had visited, but they would be no fun. They all seemed like screamers.

Save for Weaslette or Loony.

It was odd, seeing the two of them after so long. It left Draco with an odd feeling. It had been the longest he'd been separated from any Hogwarts students, besides people he didn't even know. They always walked up to him, but he never recognized them. He never felt bad about it, either. His idea was that if he didn't know them, they weren't worth knowing.

"Malfoy." Came Weasley's annoying voice. Draco rolled his eyes, and leapt onto the couch in the back of Quality Quidditch. He picked up an apple from a bowl on the table, and polished it on his shirt. He took a bite.

"Weasel."

"Weasley." The red-head corrected. Draco rolled his eyes again, smirking.

"Why were you talking to Luna?" Ron asked, crossing his arms across his chest. Draco shrugged.

"You mean Loony?" he asked innocently, smiling as he bit into the apple again.

"Yes, I mean Luna." Weasley muttered darkly. Draco shrugged again.

"Why not?"

"Because she's a nice girl. A little odd, yes. But I don't want you bothering her. She's… she's nice." The Weasel explained lamely. Draco scoffed.

"What about your precious Mudblood?" he asked, biting into the apple obnoxiously. He watched Ron's face grow red, and smirked.

"Hermione and I are together. I don't like Luna. She's a friend." Weasley hissed, balling his fists. His knuckles turned white.

Draco stood, biting into his apple and crunching it loudly. "Whatever you say, amigo." With that, he sauntered from the room, tossing the apple into the trashcan.


Luna sat in her bed, her arms curled around her knees. She looked around the room in the Burrow. She'd taken to staying there, as she really enjoyed it. She loved talking to George and Ginny, sometimes even Ron whenever he would visit. Sometimes, they'd get a visit from their older siblings, but not very often. She found she liked the whole Weasley family.

She looked up as her door creaked open, revealing George standing there in a pair of loose sweatpants, shirtless. He was fairly muscular, with wide shoulders. He grinned and leaned on the doorframe.

"Luna. You're still up?" he asked, raising his eyebrows. Luna nodded quickly.

"Oh, yes. The wrackspurts refuse to let me sleep!" she pouted, folding her arms across her chest and dropping her legs and folding them across each other. George smiled.

"Ahh, the wrackspurts. It all makes sense now." He said, crossing the room. He sat down on the edge of Luna's bed. "You know, I think I've got them too."

"Oh, they're dreadful!" Luna exclaimed, furrowing her eyebrows irritably. This caused George to smile broadly.

"You're still in your clothes, Luna." George commented. Luna giggled.

"Of course I am, George! Tell me why I wouldn't be wearing clothes?" she asked, smiling hugely. George looked at her curiously, before red flushed up his neck and into his face. Luna smiled.

"Oh, I didn't mean it that way… I swear! I just-"

"It's fine, George! I know." Luna laughed, grinning. George nodded sheepishly.

"Well, I should be going now… I need to try and sleep." He said, smiling awkwardly. His face was still red from embarrassment. "I'll have to tell those wrackspurts to be quiet."

George stood up, and Luna sighed.

"They don't listen very well, George!" she warned, wagging her finger. George smiled, all awkwardness forgotten.

"Oh, I can be very persuasive!" he responded, turning to leave. Luna reached out and grabbed his arm, biting her lip.

"Goodnight, George!" she said cheerfully, sitting up and stretching her back. She kissed him gently on the cheek. George flushed a brilliant red once more.

"Uh… g… goodnight, Luna…" he replied, ducking his head and rushing from the room. Luna giggled. He was so flustered sometimes!

Luna quickly changed into a pair of cotton pants and a loose tank top, settling back down in her squeaky bed. She sighed, comfortable.

She reached across to turn off her light, but stopped when she saw a piece of paper turned upside down on her bedside table. She furrowed her brows curiously, and picked it up, wondering what it was. She smiled to herself as she remembered, but then frowned as she turned it over.

It was a picture of Draco Malfoy, flipping his hair out of his eyes as he chased after the Snitch. She almost tossed it into the trash bin. He had been outright rude earlier, and she didn't appreciate it! She could take a lot of things; being stared at, being ignored, or even taunted to some level, but to be twenty two years old and still taunted by the same childhood boy, angered her. And he wasn't just mean. He was rude, and irritating, and insufferable, and horrible! And ugly.

Okay, he wasn't ugly. Definitely not ugly… Luna thought to herself.

She sighed, and glanced down at his signature. It was very elegant, and lovely to look at. She smiled. His upbringing definitely had a lot to do with his handwriting.

She was about to put the picture down when she noticed, in very small print, a note above the signature. She read it to herself.

Loony-

You seem an interesting conversation. Shall we meet again?

Luna frowned at the familiar nickname. She'd been called that all through school. She really didn't mind it then, but now it just seemed immature and uncalled for. Both of which fit Draco Malfoy.

She groaned irritably, and tossed the picture onto the otherwise immaculate floor. Sighing as she turned the light off, she pulled her covers up to her chin, and closed her eyes, having lovely dreams. Wrackspurt, and Draco Malfoy, free.