I want to warn you that this won't be totally canon (but you probably already knew that because Blaise and Luna aren't a canon couple). I've gotten the idea of these two characters as a ship in my head a while ago and have since read a few fan fictions about them. I ended up really liking them together and decided to write my own! It's been a while since I wrote fan fiction and I have a lot of stories that need finishing but at the moment I will try to work on this one.

Disclaimer: You probably already know that this is a fanfic, so that means that this whole story is based of someone else's work. In this case JK Rowling's Harry Potter

A peculiar meeting

The world Blaise Zabini knew existed out of blacks and whites – though not always predictable, nothing was ever surprising.

Honestly, it was fine with him. It played to his advantages as a Slytherin and he liked blacks and whites. He didn't know anything aside from that world though. But that would all change when a certain blonde introduced him to a world full of colours.

l-/

Feeling lazy and bored, Blaise found himself wandering through the halls of a vacant part of Hogwarts. Or at least he'd thought it was vacant until he heard a soft humming from a classroom with an open door. He wondered if he should step inside the room and tell whoever was humming that they shouldn't be there at that moment, but he actually quite enjoyed the sound so he just stood by the door for a while.

He was caught off guard when a bird suddenly joined in the beautiful tune and he accidentally tapped the door with his shoulder. It moved and made that cringe worthy squeaking noise that doors only make when you don't want to be noticed.

"Oh, hello?" the voice from inside the room said. "Who are you?"

Crap. The humming girl knew he was there. Should he answer? He didn't owe her an answer. Even though he basically just invaded her privacy.

"Well, can you at least show me your face?"

The girl didn't sound angry at all, not even surprised! Blaise decided to enter the room, but when he did, he saw something that made him want to smack himself in the face.

The girl hadn't been talking to him at all. She had probably not even noticed him! She had been talking to the bird, a bird! The little feathered thing had just shown himself through the window and was now chirping vigorously. The blonde girl was just nodding and hmm-ing and aah-ing.

Blaise stared intrigued for a while before realizing he could still be found out. He turned around to get out of the room before the nutcase saw him, but was stopped as the bird noticed him. It flew right into the door, closing it, giving the Slytherin no direct way to escape.

From what he'd heard the boy had thought that the voice of the girl couldn't divert from being dreamy, but he was proven wrong when it she strictly said: "Edmund! You shouldn't scare people like that!"

Blaise sighed and turned around, ready to excuse himself – he was raised a polite boy – and run away from this crazy girl and her bird. He didn't get to his excuse though, as he was too shocked to say anything as the blonde stood right in front of him, waaaaay to close for comfort, staring him right into the eye. You should lecture yourself about scaring people instead of the bird, he thought. Another, slightly more bothering thought followed. Merlin, she has beautiful eyes. He quickly scowled himself for thinking that way about a lunatic.

"Hi, I'm Luna Lovegood. What's your name?" the blonde asked.

Luna… a fitting name for a lunatic. Wait a minute! This must be that Loony-girl I've been hearing about!

At first he didn't want to say his name, but he decided he would safe a lot of trouble by just telling the truth and walk off. "Blaise Zabini. It's lovely to meet you, truly, but I really must be going."

His heart clenched when he saw the lights in Luna's eyes dim for a moment. "Is that so? Then I can't keep you here any longer, even if I wish it otherwise." She turned around and took her place again at the open window.

Blaise walked off not trying to think about the crippling guilt he felt. Why did she have to look at him like that? And those words? Really? "even if I wish it otherwise"?

l-/

Luna watched the boy go, slightly hurt. She had known he was lying to get away from her, because that was what most people did. She was "Loony Lovegood" after all. She usually ignored the name, because she knew for herself that she had a healthy mind. It still hurt though. Even her friends (that weren't animals or house elves) didn't take her seriously. They would say things like: "Oh, she's a special one with a lot of imagination," or "She's a lovely person but a bit naïve for believing things so quickly."

For a moment she had believed that the boy was different, a potential friend. He had a soothing face when he didn't look angry. She didn't blame him for running off though.

She talked to the bird about how beautiful she thought he had been: Tall and lean, a dark stranger with a constantly thinking mind and a great emotional chart written in his eyes. Maybe him running off had just been a fluke. Maybe she did have a chance to be his friend, which she so badly wanted.

l-/

For the following few days Blaise couldn't get the strange encounter out of his mind. He tried ignoring the thoughts, but everywhere around him there were things reminding him of the girl. A shade of purple like her shoes had been, someone who whistled like the bird that had been accompanying her, an open door to a classroom, etc.

That wasn't even the worst part, he felt as if his senses had heightened. Whenever her name was called, he would hear it, no matter how far. Whenever someone with Luna's exact shade of blonde hair passed him, he would see it. It frightened him. She had stirred something in him without his consent.

He was sitting at the Slytherin table staring at Luna when he suddenly heard Draco speaking to him.

"Blaise. Blaise! Mate, are you alright?"

"Yeah, why'd you ask?"

"Oh I don't know, you haven't been sleeping the last few nights, nor speaking, you don't listen to me, and, oh, YOU AREN'T FUCKING EATING YOUR FOOD!"

Blaise loved to eat, so he understood Draco's shock, but he'd been pretty sure that despite focussing on the Ravenclaw table, he had been eating. Confused, he looked down at his clean and empty plate. There hadn't been food in there? Then what had he been shoving in his mouth with his fork these last few minutes? Air? Oh no, he must've looked like a fool.

The look on the blond boy's face turned into real concern and his voice lowered to a whisper. "Mate, you aren't being pressured into… You know?"

It was a natural reaction for Draco to think that his best friend was being pressured into being a death eater, but that wasn't the reason of his discomfort. If he denied it though, Blaise had to explain the real reason, and he didn't feel like it. So he answered, "I'm not sure yet." He made sure to add a slight quiver to his voice and look down, acting like only a real Slytherin could act. His housemate didn't ask any questions anymore.

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