Disclaimer: Everything but my storyline belongs to JKR. *emmitting jealous vibes*I have finally decided that I would rather change the tense of writing to present instead of having it look terrible. It's too much effort to change my style of writing to past as I'm so used to writing in the present tense, and I have to go back and edit half the things to make the tense similar everywhere. I really hope you don't begin to hate this story now. Sorry. I'll stop ranting now.

LUNA

I get lost in my head about thirty seconds after the teacher starts talking. I can catch up later anyway. Who cares? It's my first day.

I try to remember where I have seen Ginny earlier, but I can't. Maybe this is a prank, but thats highly doubtful. Who would hate me on my very first day?

I wonder who Ron's poor girlfriend was... could she have recovered, if it was so bad that Ron was convicted?

My mum's kind of a drug addict, so I have seen my share of bad relationships, and heaven knows I want to forget about them. I watched a man murdered by my Mum's fourth boyfriend when Iwas four. I have lost count since then. She, in fact, is a fairly pretty woman, in spite of her drug abuse. As a child, I was so curious that I once injected myself with some of the trash that she kept. I shudder as I think of that memory.

I mindlessly press the tip of my pen to my palm till it bleeds. It is then that I realize that the class has gone deadly quiet. Pin drop silence.

The teacher- Mr. Severus Snape, stares at me. I lower my gaze to my palm. What I had thought to be my pen was, in fact, a pretty, sharp paper cutter. And I have a minor, though long cut on my palm.

Well, now I was screwed. This shit didn't seem to go down well with anybody, not that I was a self-harmer. It is more of a trigger effect- my fucked up brain doesn't handle some things.

'Mr. Malfoy, please take Miss Lovegood to the clinic, ' He gazes sharply at me.

'Meet me after this class, Miss Lovegood.'

I personally think that it is intelligent of him to have learnt my name on the first day.

I get up and turn to leave when I catch Harry's expression; He looks horrified, disgusted. I'm just surprised that they care at all.

I stare at each one of their faces one by one and walk out of the class as if in a dream. Draco is waiting for me just outside the door. He rolls his eyes, but looks slightly disturbed. I've learnt how to read people after all this time. I sing to myself as we keep walking. Right until he suddenly stops walking and I crash into him. Mmhm...he smells good.

I smile dazedly at him. I swear, I am always a little lost. I can't stop thinking. Literally.

'You are really batshitting crazy, huh?' He smirks. He smirks a lot. I smile at his attempt at conversation. He is irritated by this.

'So they say...' I let some of the blood drip on my hand. It's hardly bleeding anyway. From my standards, at least.

He looks at the delicate stream of blood, fascinated. 'Why would you do that?' He doesn't meet my eyes.

Ah... some people know all the right questions to ask. He is one of them.The ones demanding honesty like a right.

I don't reply to him. I'll rather believe that it was just a rhetorical question.

I tune out as soon as we reach the clinic. It's not the first time I've ended up within these four irrationally white walls. Sometimes the patient, sometimes the patient's relative.

Malfoy nods his head at me and walks out swiftly. I'm out soon after, as well.

I go to Snape's office. He simply hands me a not and ushers me out of the office. Once outside, I open the tiny piece of paper.

Go to the counselor at twelve tomorrow. She has been informed.

Oh, damn it. I shrug and go to my locker. And I get the shock of my life.

About a hundred little notes stating you aren't wanted, slut,whore, bitch, psychopath shower down from my locker.All stated to me. All within 15 minutes of my first disaster at school. I put on a poker face as most of the people around me snicker.

That, of course, is the very moment when Draco decides to walk in.

He grimaces at the ugly mess the notes make on the clean floors. He puts his hands out to pick them up, but drops them halfway through.

'I assure you, Miss.Lovegood, that this immature trick has nothing to do with me. But still, I'm sorry.'

I find it funny that he thinks he needs to defend himself like that. He's not petty enough to play such a cruel prank.

I nod. 'People can be cruel sometimes,' My voice has this lilt to it. It makes it hard for people to take me seriously. It makes everything seem to have a deep, insightful meaning. How's the lasagna? It's good, thanks.

Dad could have found a hidden meaning in this phrase. Sadness swept over me and I put on my poker face again.

'I agree,' Draco nodded. 'You wanna go to the cafeteria? '

I hesitated.

'I'm going with-'

My phone screen flashes. It's a text. From Ginny.

hey, Luna. Harry doesn't wanna sit wid u. he told me wht u did. sorry

Tears blurred my eyes for just a second. I blinked them away. I didn't reply to her message. It was pretty clear. I sighed softly.

'Yes, please, Draco. Let's go,'

I felt kind of bad for using him as a backup plan. I told him that.

He shrugged, 'Happy to help. Anything to save someone from their company. '

He had walked away before I had a chance to ask him what he meant.

So that's it. I was planning to do the next chapter from Draco's point of view. Should I?

Love, Kuku