He couldn't sleep. Again. It seemed as if lately the one thing that avoided him more than perfect Harry Potter and his band of followers, was sleep.

He hated it. He had been tossing and turning all night before finally giving up, laying on his back with a loud huff. There was no bothering to try and be quiet anyway with Crabbe and Goyle in the room. Their snoring alone could have woken up the entire school if the doors weren't all closed.

Draco slipped his bare feet out from under the covers, landing softly on the cold floors. To any normal person this would have caused them to scream out in shock, or at least, pull their feet back up onto their bed. But he wasn't any normal person. He actually like the feel of the icy, stone floor. It provided him with a sense of comfort. He sighed in contentment as he moved out from under the sheets and into the room, barely making a sound as he crossed the floor, though he didn't even try. Growing up as the only child of a wealthy pureblood family like the Malfoys had allowed him the opportunity to practice sneaking around a large house at a very young age.

He smirked as he remembered a time when he was seven, and had scared his mother exceptionally by popping out from behind the large bookcase which her chair had been sitting beside of. His father had scolded him first. "Young man, you know better than to lurk around the corridors of this house, attempting to frighten your mother," he had said, his face stern and his arms folded as he looked down at his son. Yes Draco remember that part well! His mother was about to thank Lucius for correcting their son, when an unexpected compliment was given. "But that was one stupendous job of sneaking I must say. I never thought to hide behind the bookcase..." he muttered the last bit under his breath, but still Narcissa heard it. "Lucius!" she had cried out, shocked that her husband would ever condone such behavior from their son.

Draco smiled then. A genuine smile as he remembered how his father and mother soon began to laugh, and he joined in. Those were happy times. Before he even realized it, he had wandered to the bottom of the astronomy tower. He shrugged as he began the assent. As soon as he got there though, there stood a girl, obviously a first year, leaning against the railing, the wind dancing with her hair and the moonlight playing with her facial features. She was actually quite pretty Draco noted.

"Oh hello!" she said to him as he turned to descend the stairs again. He froze, hoping she might be talking to someone else possibly, but his hopes were dashed when she continued to talk to him.

"Couldn't sleep either? I do believe it's Nargles. They do so love to cause mischief you know,"

Unable to stop himself, Draco turned to face her again and asked, "What's a 'Nargle'?"

"Oh don't you know? They are little creatures that like to steal things from you, and they nest in mistletoe. My Daddy told me all about them."

Daddy. He wished he could have called his father that we he was a boy. Even now, he would have loved to refer to his father as something less formal than, well, "Father".

"What's your name?" he found himself asking.

"Luna. Come join me," she replied, patting the portion of railing next to her.

"Arent you going to ask me my name?" he asked, folding his arms at what he assumed to be her rudeness.

"Oh yes of course. What's your name?"

"Draco," he replied, deciding to leave off the surname since she had.

"Draco. Come join me Draco," she repeated. He did.

As he came closer, he noticed her pajamas, a long-sleeved pink and green polka dot top over a mismatching pair of blue soft-looking trousers covered in bright, yellow ducks.

"Odd pajama choice you have there," he sneered as he joined her with leaning on the railing.

"Are they? I quite enjoy these ones. They are quite comfortable. Are yours?"

"Are mine what?"

"Comfortable,"

"Oh," he replied, wondering for the first time if they really were comfortable. He pulled the dark green, silk shirt away from his chest with his fingers to examine it. He shrugged. "I suppose,"

Without warning, she reached out and felt the fabric of his sleeve between her fingers as well.

"Oh that is quite nice! They must be awefully cold though,"

Draco shrugged again. "Not really. I've gotten used to the cold."

"Maybe you should try fleece. Or flannel. Those are what I am wearing. The top is flannel, and the trousers are fleece. They're my favorite." She said as she took her hand away from his and pointed to each piece as if he needed help figuring out what she was meaning.

"Maybe I will," he said, before the silence settled in.

"You're barefoot too," she said suddenly after several minutes of blissful quiet between the two of them.

He looked down at their feet. Sure enough, there, pale against the dark floor, were two pairs of bare feet. "Would you look at that," he whispered.

When he looked up, he found her light blue eyes on him, a smile across her face.

He found himself smiling slightly too.

He slept well that night. And the next morning, he wrote his parents. Asking for flannel pajamas.