The Lights Follower

Title-The Lights Follower

Disclaimer-JK owns Harry Potter not me.

Rating-M for Restricted to Adults

Characters-Draco/Luna

Chapter One – The Setup

Luna Lovegood sat peacefully in her seat in Divination, her elbow propped up on the table with her head resting in her hand and the obscure air wafting around her and filling her nostrils with a scent that made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. Her teacher was rambling on about some sort of cosmic planet alteration that happened last week, and Luna was more interested in the tiny insect that had just landed in her teachers pumpkin juice.

She watched it struggle for freedom, part of her egging it on to get out, the other hoping it didn't and that it drowns and gets swallowed by the beetled eyed, poor excuse of a Professor out the front. Luna had made several suggestions to the Professor that perhaps she should reconsider her professional education, that her theories were all wrong and that there was no way that Saturn and your anus could even be remotely close to one another.

This was, of course, only to raise the temper of Professor Trelawney – Luna basically already knew everything that the Professor tells her nowadays, and it is little skits like that which have made the classes bearable. If she got in trouble, so be it; actually, sometimes she would have bets with Ginny Weasley (the girl whom she sat beside) on who could get kicked out of the classroom before the other.

Ginny usually won.

She smiled as she looked around at Ginny sitting beside her; she was in a sort of similar pose as Luna, but her eyes were closed and she was breathing rather heavily than normal which meant she had fallen asleep. Luna just smiled again and changed arms to which her head was leaning on and looked out the front, turning her attention on her teacher.

'Now Mars, ooh yes Mars!' she was saying, her hands a blur as she moved them, 'my children, there is a deep sincere of regret with our favourite red planet – it will grow an uncanny blue when the moon is at its largest.'

'Oh please,' Luna said loudly for everyone to hear and turn around; Ginny snapped awake 'huh, was' happenin'?'

'It's true my child,' Trelawney said, rushing over to their table and making Ginny sit bolt upright, 'blue is also the sign of a special something in the air-'

'Oooh,' came a call from a gullible Slytherin girl up the back. 'A special what, Professor?'

'Oh I dunno,' Trelawney said casually, 'let's say… love-'

'Oooh,' the girl repeated, utterly mesmerised.

'Yes-yes and…' Trelawney looked around at them all, no doubt fishing for an idea, 'for a split moment, there will be foretelling of a badger which will enlighten a follower.'

The class fell silent momentarily as everything got taken in.

'A follower of who?' another Slytherin asked.

'You don't mean Voldemort, surely,' Luna spat out before thinking.

Following this, there was immediate response from everyone in the class- not least from Professor Trelawney who almost had a fit.

'OH!' Professor Trelawney snapped her hand to her mouth and scrambled away, pointing her free hand in Luna's direction and making odd sounds behind her hand over her mouth; almost as if she was gasping for air.

'How dare you say such a forbidden name in my classroom!' she shrieked, 'out! Detention! Not another word from you, my child! Now, before I call the Headmaster!'

Not at all convinced the Headmaster would react as crudely as Professor Trelawney was about a name being said, Luna grinned all the same as she quickly packed away her stuff, winking at Ginny (who sighed and rolled her eyes) and dashed down the hatch and out of the stuffy classroom. Happy with herself and looking forward to spending the five galleons she will receive from Ginny as a consequence of their bet, she flung her bag over her shoulder and made haste towards lunch.

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Draco stuck out his tongue a little as he etched a small serpent on the side of his parchment, succumbing to boredom after a long week, waiting like everyone else for the Friday afternoons class to finish. What he hated the most was that they shared Charms with the Gryffindors and that he was forced to listen to the perfectionist across the room, underlining to the teacher - who already knows mind you - why the class is so damn important to their education.

Sometimes he would listen and make crewed remarks, or make out that he agreed – only to make some spineless comment that Hermione Granger was a mudblood and shouldn't be able to have thoughts on anything. Other times he would do as he is now, tune out and doodle drawings, not caring what people think, least of all the teacher. But it is these days he finds himself in more trouble – he sometimes wondered if the teachers actually preferred him making comments, this at least proves he was listening. But no, on days like these, his happy moments are almost always taken away.

'Mr Malfoy!' shivered the high-pitched tone of Professor Flitwick, high up on his pedestal, protected by surrounding deflector charms and shields.

'Oh great,' Draco whispered to himself as he looked up, trying to seem as innocent as possible with a forced smile and raised eyebrows, 'yes Professor?'

'Are you paying attention?' Flitwick asked him, again in that annoying voice.

'I believe I'm jotting down everything being said, Professor,' Draco replied, swearing at himself inside his head immediately – not thinking that he might be asked what had been said.

'Oh, well splendid!' Flitwick exclaimed, 'then you shall be able to repeat the last four lines of what I just said, yes?'

Draco hesitated. 'Uhh…'

'Well?' Flitwick raised his tiny eyebrows.

Draco looked down at his paper and just shrugged.

'Damn midget,' he muttered as he walked out of the classroom ten minutes later, followed by his normal two drones and Pansy Parkinson.

As he had been unable to comply with the four last lines Flitwick had said, Draco was now facing Saturday detention with Professor McGonagall who he not only loathed and hated, but had a great despise against and believed she had it in for him.

'Why didn't you just read what I had, Draco?' Pansy asked curiously.

'Because for all I know it could have been fashion tips,' Draco roared furiously in return. 'The last thing I needed to tell Flitwick in there is that his robes were so twelfth century.'

Pansy blinked. 'So is that it, you won't date me because all I focus on is fashion?'

'There's more,' Draco insisted, 'but I do not have the patience, or the time to make a list. Now please stop talking unless you don't want to sit beside me at dinner- oi watch it!'

Draco stopped abruptly; the person he had just walked into was Luna Lovegood, a day-dreaming sixth year with pure blonde hair and a seemingly bizarre obsession with corks and a magazine called, the Quibbler. She had her normal dreamy look on her face and as she blinked at the huddled Slytherins, she smiled.

'Oh I'm sorry,' she said innocently, 'I mustn't have been looking where I was going – oh my, again; I tell you, dad really gets thorough with his stories sometimes I just blank out and- oh hello.'

Draco's thugs had instantly moved forwards, bearing threatening knuckles. 'It's OK, Crabbe, Goyle,' Draco hissed, nodding at the teacher at the end of the hall, 'just watch where you're going next time, Lovebad, if you know what's good for you.'

'Yeah, watch it!' Pansy shrieked in a hiss as they past her.

'Thank you! I will!' Luna said with a smile as they turned on their heel and moved on. 'And its Lovegood, I'm afraid, not Lovebad.'

'Who cares,' Pansy spat, 'weirdo.'

Draco felt his head spasm. He had never noticed Lovegood before, but up until very recently - where they seemed to have been bumping into one another of late - he kept having these odd flashes of content. It was if his subconscious mind was telling him that she shouldn't be in amongst Potter's lot, that she should have been Slytherin in some way shape or form.

The aroma of dinner, however, changed his mindset and he shared a laugh with his two crones and Pansy Parkinson at Lovegood's expense; although unsure what he was laughing with them about, he heard the words freak and bottle corks and immediately assumed they meant her.