A/N: I've had to post this story up here from my account on Harry Potter fanfiction dot com as it appears that another member of this site has blatantly stolen my story from that website (including my author notes!) where I write under the name XharrysdarlingX therefore, I have elected to upload the entire story in one go on here to prevent someone else taking the credit for something that I worked hard on. This was my first FF and therefore very special to me & it makes me hopping mad to think that someone else would have such disregard for my work as to pretty much copy and past my work onto another site without asking my, never mind mentioning it in a PM or a review & then not even say in the story that it's not their own work!

The cheek of some people.

Chapter 1

One Drink Too Many.

The party was in full swing, everyone was laughing, joking, drinking and dancing. Everyone was having a good time except for Draco Malfoy. He was bored out of his mind. His cronies Crabbe and Goyle were flanking him as usual but there weren't many Slytherin's there. The party had been given by some guy in Ravenclaw and he knew he had only been invited because of who he was, or more precisely who his father was. His father and the boys father were quite friendly as they were both purebloods; but Draco had never bothered with the boy before. In fact he wasn't totally sure of his name. Crabbe and Goyle were only there because of him and despite their usefulness in the day to day running of the Slytherin house they were far from stimulating conversation.

The only good thing about the party was the presence of alcohol, and the absence of Pansy. A frown creased his forehead at the thought of Pansy, why wouldn't the girl take no for an answer? He could understand her disappointment of course he could, but she really did need to get a grip on herself.

He took a long draught of his fire whisky. He felt it burn in the back of his throat. "I'm going to mingle," he told Crabbe and Goyle, pushing himself off from the wall upon which he was leaning. He never knew who he might spot on his rounds.

Apparently there was no-one exciting at the party. He noticed Ernie McMillan from Hufflepuff and he clocked Cho Chang of Ravenclaw one time girlfriend of his sworn enemy Harry Potter. He was so bored. If you were going to throw a party you should at least make sure it was a good one.

He pushed his way through the crowds towards the stairs, taking them two at a time in case Crabbe and Goyle spotted his escape he hurried up to the landing. He wandered along the dimly lit corridor trying doors as he went, they were all locked. He had the feeling he knew why, they were bedrooms and he was at a party, didn't take a genius to work it out. Coming to the last door at the end of the corridor he tried the handle. To his surprise it opened, he peeked around the crack, he didn't want to disturb anyone.

He groaned softly.

Sitting on the bed was Luna Lovegood, she was alone and reading The Quibbler, that ridiculous magazine her father published. She seemed to sense his presence as she looked up from her magazine. "Hello."

"What are you doing here?" He demanded abruptly.

"Reading my magazine, what are you doing here?" She asked him, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

"That wasn't my meaning, I meant why are you here?"

"I was invited." She replied matter of factly.

"Who the hell would invite you to a party Loony?" He asked scathingly.

"Cho Chang did. We're friends you know."

Draco rolled his eyes at the proud tone of her voice. Like it mattered to him that she was friends with Chang! He didn't want to go back down stairs but he didn't particularly want to stay here in the room with Loony Lovegood either.

Luna returned to her article, he didn't look as if he was going to speak to her again.

Draco figured that if she was just going to be there and not talk nonsense at him then she was the lesser of two evils. He entered the room and stomped across to the chair by the window. Flinging himself down into it he took another drink from his glass and glared out of the window into the night. If he kept his back to her perhaps he could totally ignore her and she would keep her trap shut.

Luna shot sneaky glances at Draco over the top of her magazine. He seemed to be sulking about something. He was glaring moodily out of the window; the hazy light from the moon illuminating his profile. It was a good profile she thought, strong and handsome.

Luna found it difficult to ignore him, he had a presence, you knew when he was in the room, he just seemed to fill it. But, she thought, not in the same way that Harry Potter did. Harry had a kind of soft forcefulness to his presence, you knew he was there but he didn't try to impress it upon you, he left you be. Although all eyes were usually on him as soon as he entered a room. That was the forcefulness she decided, it came from everyone around him; it did not come from Harry himself.

Draco Malfoy was different altogether, he made sure you knew he was there, he had a menacing forcefulness about him. A tiny shudder ran up her back, all in all you didn't really want to mess with Draco Malfoy. Tonight however he was alone, and that was unusual. He hadn't even been particularly horrible to her; he was just acting as though she wasn't there. That suited Luna right down to the ground, the last thing she wanted to do was try to argue with Draco Malfoy, she had a feeling she would not come out the winner.

Draco could see Luna looking at him, no, studying him like some sort of specimen found in the herbology class. He frowned, did she not realise that he could see her reflection in the window?

"What are you staring at?" He snapped suddenly, gratified to see her jump and clutch tighter to her magazine.

"Um…"

"Well?" He didn't turn to look at her, instead he watched her nervous reflection as she cast about for something to say.

"You." She replied finally. What else was she supposed to say? She had been looking at him hadn't she?

Draco was slightly taken aback by her reply. He wasn't sure what he had expected her to say but it momentarily threw him. "Well, stop it."

"Ok." She lifted her magazine up high to cover her face. She figured if he couldn't see her then he couldn't accuse her of anything else. And if she couldn't see him she would be much more comfortable.

Draco blinked in surprise and turned slightly to look at her, she was hiding. He snorted contemptuously, The Quibbler! What a lot of nonsense! She was so bloody batty! Absolutely Loony! Who in their right mind would believe anything written in that thing?

Swirling the remains of his drink slowly in the glass he tossed the contents into the back of his throat. Using the tip of his wand he poured some more into the glass.

"How do you do that?" Luna's interested voice came from the other side of the room.

"I thought I told you to stop looking at me."

"You did. I wasn't looking at you, I was looking at the glass. It might be your glass but it doesn't count as you does it?" She replied in a tone that implied she had given the matter a great deal of thought.

Draco sighed dramatically, "it's not that difficult for anyone with half a brain cell."

"Would you show me?"

"Will you shut up if I do?" He raised an eyebrow at her. She nodded her agreement. "Fine. All you do is swirl your wand like your stirring something, think about what drink you want and say Fluo."

"What does that mean?"

"Pour. It's Latin." He advised her.

"I'll try it when I go home." She told him decisively.

Yippee! He gave a mental sarcastic cheer. "Will that be any time soon?" He asked aloud.

She looked slightly taken aback, he had been being nice, not friendly; but civil to her and then he had to turn horrible again. "No. Not very soon."

"Pity." He turned back to the window, but kept his eyes on her reflection. She stared at him for a few minutes before lifting her magazine up over her eyes again.

He wondered what she had been thinking when she was staring at him. She had worn an interested expression and she had been examining him very carefully. Oh, what did he care what Loony Lovegood was thinking? Probably something about how he looked like he had been bitten by a glow worm or something stupid like that. The girl was a fruit cake!

They sat in silence for a long time, Luna busily pretending to read her magazine while sneaking looks at him as often as she dared. She couldn't help but think how handsome he was, she had always thought so. But he was even more so when you got up close to him; this was the closest she had ever been to Draco Malfoy. He still had that moody look on his face, she wondered why he was sulking up here with her, why didn't he go home if he was bored? Where were all his awful friends? Didn't they usually hang on to him like limpets?

Draco was getting annoyed, she kept staring at him. He was starting to get uncomfortable. Each time those dreamy eyes fixed themselves on the back of his head he could feel it. He didn't even need to check the window reflection any more, he knew when she was looking. Trying his best to ignore her he watched a bat flying aimlessly around the tree outside the window.

It was no good. She disturbed him too much. "Do you want a drink?" He finally submitted to her presence. She was there and she wasn't going anywhere and she was just as loony and irritating when she didn't speak as she was when she did speak.

"Alright."

"Bring your glass over here then." He could have used his wand but he didn't feel like it. He half expected her to tell him to use magic but she didn't. She listened to him and crossed the room slowly. Placing his wand into the empty glass he stirred it and muttered the spell, dark brown liquid began to seep from the end of the wand filling the glass slowly.

"What is it?"

"Fire whiskey. Just drink it and shut up." He added quickly when he saw her mouth open, to complain no doubt.

Shrugging she inspected the liquid sniffing at it suspiciously. He rolled his eyes, what did she think he was going to do? Drug her?

He watched with interest when she raised the glass to her lips, but instead of taking a sip she dipped the tip of her tongue into the glass to taste the drink. Draco shuddered involuntarily, her action was the sexiest thing he had seen in ages, and the fact that it had been done in all pure innocence just made it all the more erotic! He mentally kicked himself. What was he thinking? Was that the effect she had on everyone around her? You automatically started going loony yourself if you were in her presence too long?

"It's alright." She conceded at last.

"Great, now I can die." He muttered dryly.

"Why are you up here with me? Why aren't you downstairs?" She asked.

"Why aren't you?" He retorted quickly.

"I asked first." She replied softly.

"I'm just not." He took a long swig of his drink, he was going to need much more of this if he was going to be stuck with Loony Lovegood all night.

She didn't appear to be listening, but was gazing dreamily out of the window. "What have you been looking at?"

"Nothing."

"Oh." She took a sip of her drink. "It burns doesn't it?"

He just nodded wishing she would return to her seat on the bed and not continue to stand at his side like a statue. But she showed no sign of moving, away from him anyway; she had started to sway lightly back and forth on the spot humming under her breath.

Draco closed his eyes in annoyance. He jumped up startling her so that she hopped backwards out of his way. He stalked across the room and flopped down onto the bed picking up The Quibbler and began to thumb through it.

She was watching him again, he could feel her eyes on him. "What?" He demanded.

"I was sitting there," she pointed out.

"Yeah? Well now I'm sitting here," he informed her without looking up.

Luna frowned, she had been comfortable over there, and half way through her article on muggle horoscopes; she wanted her magazine back but she lacked the courage to ask him for it or to ask him to move. Instead she stood there sipping at her drink watching him, waiting for him to finish so she could have the magazine back.

She was afraid of him, Draco could sense it. It made him smirk, he liked people to be afraid of him, liked to have that kind of power and control over people. If they were afraid of you they did anything you asked them to, no matter how dreadful or humiliating.

She might be afraid of him but it was he who was nervous around her. You never knew what she was going to come up with next. Besides, his already drink addled brain kept playing and replaying her dipping her tongue into her drink. He shuddered again.

Luna finished her drink swiftly, the alcohol bolstering her with fake courage she stomped across to the bed. "Move over. There's room for both of us."

He glanced up with surprise. "Want to get into bed with me do you, Lovegood?" He smirked at the blush gracing her cheeks.

"I want to get on the bed and you've gone and plonked yourself right in the middle of it."

"Yeah right, go on, you can tell me, Lovegood." He probed grinning when her cheeks burned even redder. But he rolled onto his back. Tucking his hands behind his head he watched her from the corner of his eye. Now that he had moved it seemed she wasn't sure if she did want to get on the bed after all.

Luna dithered, she was in half a mind to run from the room, run from him. But she couldn't, if she did it would be all over Hogwarts by the time she returned. People made enough fun of her already it was pointless to give them more ammunition.

She slid onto the bed next to him making a conscious effort not to touch him, she didn't want him making any more comments, she was embarrassed enough as it was. Leaning over she swiped her magazine from the gap between them and flicked to her page on muggle horoscopes.

Finishing his drink he began to pour himself another. Smirking he tapped his wand noisily against his glass to get her attention. Luna glanced up at him. "Another?"

Picking up her glass from the bedside table she held it towards him. "Alright." Her hands shook slightly, she had never been drunk before, she wasn't a big drinker and she never drank fire whiskey . Suppose she drank to much and said something stupid to him? He would never let her forget it but continue to torture her with it until the end of his days at school.

Her shaking hands coupled with Draco's alcohol consumption wasn't a good combination and he spilt some whiskey on her hand. "Damn it, Loony can't you keep that glass still?"

"Sorry." She muttered, switching her glass to her other hand.

He watched with fascination as she licked the running liquid from her hand.

Another shudder ran through him. Was she always this innocently erotic or was it just when she had been drinking? How could he manage to wangle it so that he saw more?

Was he actually thinking these thoughts?

"Hey, truth or dare, Lovegood?" He asked suddenly.

"What? Oh, um, I don't know. Truth I suppose."

"Figures." He thought for a few seconds. "Do you really believe in the nonsense written in that thing?" He asked, indicting the magazine. "I mean really believe it?" It wasn't a good question but he had always wondered, besides he figured he should start her off easy.

Luna scowled at him taking a big drink of whisky she snapped, "yes, I happen to really believe it. It's not my fault that you don't have an open mind is it?"

He laughed taking another swig from his glass. "Alright calm down, I only asked. That's the game isn't it? There's no point in playing if your going to fly up in the air about everything I ask you."

"I won't." She informed him stiffly. "You're turn."

"Truth."

"Why don't you ever use anyone's first name? We have them for a reason you know."

"I don't want to get too personal with anyone," he told her.

"What do you mean?"

"Nope, it's my turn to ask you." He stopped her waving his finger in her face. "Which do you pick?"

"But, I was only asking, it wasn't a truth question," she said frowning.

"Well you can't ask questions until I say truth. That's the rules." He told her quickly, the last thing he wanted was her poking around in his life. "Well, truth or dare?"

Luna sighed heavily taking another drink she told him she would have a truth.

Draco smirked wickedly. "When was the last time you didn't wear underwear?" He grinned when she choked on her drink.

"What?" She demanded wide eyed.

"I said…."

"I heard what you said," she cut in.

"So answer the question. If you don't then you have to do a forfeit dare." He told her, trying his best to stifle the laugher threatening to pour from him at the incredulous look on her face.

Luna considered carefully, that wasn't something that she usually did. But there had to be a time when she had. "You remember last year when Fred and George Weasley left school?"

Draco nodded trying to keep the eager look out of his eyes. "Well then. "

"Are you serious? You weren't wearing underwear then?" She giggled and shook her head. "How come?"

"It's your turn, you'll have to wait for the next round to find that out," she giggled again.

"Oh come on! You can't just say stuff like that and move on. The story isn't over yet!" He complained frowning at her.

"You made the rules, Draco not me." She reminded him, taking another swig of her drink.

Draco scowled, but he couldn't help but like the way his name seemed to roll effortlessly off her tongue. "'Ill take a dare this time."

Luna frowned, she wasn't any good at dares. "Can't you just have another truth? I'm no good at thinking up dares."

"We're playing truth or dare, if we just keep having truth's then we we'll just be asking each other questions won't we?"

Sighing Luna thought hard.

Draco was quick to notice the wicked twinkle in her eyes. "What?" He demanded suspiciously.

"I dare you to strip down to your boxers and stand out in the hallway for sixty seconds."

"What? Someone might see." He snapped at her. He wasn't ashamed of his body, on the contrary he was very pleased with it; but he didn't much like the idea of just anyone spotting him hanging out in the hallway in his boxer shorts.

"You can leave the door open and we can carry on playing," she added helpfully.

Draco shrugged off his shirt and yanked his jeans over his hips, glancing up he was pleased to find that she was watching him. His ego wouldn't have been able to stand her disinterest; but Luna seemed anything but disinterested in him. As he made his way to the door he could feel her eyes on his back and he smirked.

"It's your turn again isn't it?" He mumbled from his position just outside the door.

Luna nodded pointing her finger at him she demanded, "get further out there."

"Forget it. What do you pick, Lovegood?"

"Um," She grinned at him, feeling a little reckless she declared. "Dare."

Draco looked surprised, she had taken him off guard with that one. He had in all honesty been hopping for her to say truth, he wanted more information on the no underwear story. "That's not fair, you only said that so that you don't have to tell me any more about not wearing underwear."

"I'm allowed to pick what I like. Dare. Come on, Draco."

He thought for a few seconds. "I dare you to strip down to your underwear." He'd better not dare her to go all the way just yet, that would be pushing to far to soon. But he had every intention of bringing up the dare a little later on.

Luna blinked, had she heard him correctly? What was she going to do now? She should have stuck to truth! She gulped at her glass, she had always wished to be the type of girl who could do something like that. She doubted that Ginny Weasley would have worried about doing it. Besides, she would still be covered, she would be wearing her underwear.

What was she thinking? Was she seriously thinking of doing this?

The next thing she knew her fingers trembling she had hauled her top up over her head. Thank goodness for alcohol, it sort of numbed your senses, took over the inner you, the you that you wanted to be.

Racy Luna, sexy Luna, was coming out now.

Draco's eyes almost popped out of his head. He hadn't really expected her to do it. But she was, she was doing it, she was sliding her skirt down her legs right now when he watched her. Who would have thought Loony would have a body like that? Smooth, curvy, inviting.

He quickly reminded himself that it was only a game.

"Time's up." He jumped back into the room closing the door quickly behind him. "I didn't think that you'd do it."

"Why not?" She asked him as she climbed back onto the bed, sinking back against the pillows.

He shrugged, he couldn't be bothered to answer her right now, not when she was stretched out beside him on the bed, in her underwear. Who knew that kind of stuff was going on underneath her school robes? Luna Lovegood in red, lacy underwear.

"Nice," he commented smirking at her.

"You too." She replied sweetly, hurriedly gulping at her drink. "Truth or dare, Draco?"

"Truth." He didn't trust her to not ask him to go streaking down the hallway.

She giggled as if she read his thoughts. Shifting slightly away from him she cleared her throat before saying, "when was the last erotic dream you had and who was it about?"

"Where do you come up with these?" He laughed openly. This was turning into a much more interesting game than he had first thought it would be. In fact, the night might not be a total loss after all. "I think it was last week, but it wasn't really about anyone in particular, I don't know who the woman was, but I knew her in the dream if you get what I mean."

She nodded and held out her empty glass for a refill. Draco obliged. Luna moved the glass away from him a little to quickly splashing fire whisky across her bare stomach. She tutted at herself raising her hand to wipe it away.

Before she even got halfway to her stomach she was startled to find Draco's head in her vision. She jumped at the feel of his tongue swiping slowly across her skin licking away the whiskey she had tipped.

Sucking in her breath she felt herself tremble. A voice in her head was yelling at her not to let him touch her; not to let the alcohol make any decisions for her. This was Draco Malfoy!

Luna ignored the little voice yelling common sense inside her head and opted to listen to the other little voice. The voice of the Luna who found Draco Malfoy devastatingly attractive, the Luna who had always had a little crush on him. The Luna who had half stripped for him, not because he had dared her, but because he had asked her and she had wanted to.

Draco glanced up at her wanting to see her reaction. She was gazing at him with eyes that were half filled with fright and half filled with desire. He had seen that look before he'd know it anywhere. He had a sneaky feeling it was mirrored in his own eyes.

The huskiness of his voice when he spoke surprised him. "What would you do if I kissed you right now?"

"Kiss you back."

That was all Draco needed to hear. He pulled himself up over her closing his own eyes to avoid looking at the fright in hers. He had a feeling that he knew why it was there.

He had in all honesty meant to be gentle when he kissed her but the taste of her skin was still tingling across his tongue and he knew only more of her would calm the erratic racing of his pulse. His mouth hungrily assaulted hers, his body heavy on top of her crushing her back into the bed.

He knew he must be heavy but it didn't bother him, all he could think about was her. Her soft lips, her gentle hands on his back, her smooth, ripe body beneath him, soft and inviting. His hands couldn't have stopped touching her if he had even wanted them to.

Luna's initial fright had vanished as soon as he had kissed her. Nothing else seemed to matter except for his tongue impatiently exploring her mouth; his hands hot against her skin and the feel of his heart speeding against her chest.

Was it possible for her to want him so much but still be so afraid of him?

If she didn't stop him now the situation would go too far and she wouldn't be able to stop him.

Through the haze of alcohol and dizzying desire she was aware of him removing the last remaining barriers between them. She wrapped her arms tightly around him, pressing herself closer to him to let him know it was ok.

She wanted him, wanted Draco Malfoy with every fibre of her being. Nothing else mattered now apart from his hands and lips on her skin.