My first Draco/Luna fanfic. I thought it would be fun to see what a happy Draco Malfoy would be like. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Draco looked especially grim today. He always seemed that way, but dark circles and a frown were seen on his pale face.

Should she do it?

She held the little vile of shiny yellow liquid in her hand as she sat at the Ravenclaw table during breakfast. Give Elixir to Induce Euphoria to Draco Malfoy?

"What are you going to do with it, Luna?" a girl asked her.

"I'm going to give it to someone."

"Who?"

"Someone who needs it more than I do."

People gave Draco odd looks as he walked—or more glided—down the corridor with a large grin on his face. Luna smiled. Slipping the elixir in his pumpkin juice via levitation charm wasn't a bad idea.

"What's gotten into him, do you suppose?" a random boy asked his friend as they walked passed Luna. "You rarely see a smile on his face."

"Maybe he tripped some first year. Clodhead."

The boys walked on as Luna continued to follow Draco. His posse looked around at everyone, seemingly embarrassed that the school bully is now happier than anyone could possibly be.

Vincent Crabbe caught sight of Luna and creased his brows. He knew she did it. He tried to stop Draco from drinking from the cup after he saw the vile pouring the liquid in it, and saw Luna with her wand out, looking directly at him. Crabbe nudged Draco, then said something to him. Draco looked back at Luna and smiled radiantly, which caught the attention of some girls walking by. He told his friends to go ahead, and made his way to Luna, still smiling.

Luna couldn't help it—her heart sped up with anticipation.

"Hi," he said when he came up to her.

"Hello, Draco."

"You slipped me the euphoria potion?"

"I did. I figured you needed it more than me."

He nodded, his white teeth showing. "Well, I have to say… I've never felt happier in all my life. Thank you."

Some people walking by gave Draco strange looks. He never thanks anyone! Especially Luna Lovegood, to whom he, nor most people, never talks to willfully. Then again, few people talk to her willingly.

"You're quite welcome."

He turned and walked on to his gaping friends. Pansy gave her a mean glare. Luna simply turned and walked on into the courtyard.

"Luna, are you serious?"

Luna looked at Hermione as they stood in the courtyard the next day. "I am. I gave him the potion because he seemed like the unhappiest person."

"I don't doubt that, but… Wait, how did you get it again? The process of making that potion is very advanced."

"I won it in potions class when I made a successful healing potion."

Hermione nodded. "I see."

They both looked back at Draco, who was dancing around the courtyard, singing an old Irish folk song. There were many onlookers gaping at with shocked expressions and laughing at him.

"One of the side effects is excessive dancing and singing," Hermione said, grimacing.

"He will be on the potion for two weeks," Luna said.

"Yes, but as it gets closer to the deadline, it wears off little by little."

"That is true," Luna said as Harry and Ron joined them. They stared at Draco.

"Blymee, he was an embarrassment before—now look at him," Ron said, his nose twitching.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but I prefer the old Draco," Harry said. "You know… broody, mean, arrogant… Seeing him like this is… uncomfortable…"

"Or more sickening," Ron added.

"Well, it won't last long," Hermione said. "The potion wears off in two weeks."

"However did he drink the stuff anyway?" Ron asked, grimacing.

"I gave it to him."

Both Ron and Harry looked at Luna with wide eyes. "You gave him the potion?" Harry asked.

"How in the devil did you manage that?" Ron asked, curiosity in green eyes.

"I used a levitation charm and poured it over his pumpkin juice at breakfast yesterday," she said. "He drank it before his friend could stop him."

"Blymee…" Ron exasperated.

"Yes," she said simply. "He seemed to need it more than anyone else. I doubt he'll be bullying anyone for the next two weeks."

They nodded and looked back at Draco, who was still dancing and singing. He pulled a random girl from the onlookers—a Hufflepuff—and twisted her around as she laughed.

"That's mental," Ron said, and the others, aside from Luna, nodded in agreement.