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Winter was approaching, for the weather changed from sunny and bright to wet and windy in the next few days. Grey clouds hung low in the sky and nights were coming earlier – by 5 pm, the Hogwarts grounds was nothing but a sea of darkness. The Goblet of Fire also announced the four champions of the Triwizard Tournament: Viktor Krum, from Durmstrang Institute, Fleur Delacour, from Beauxbatons Academy of Magic, Cedric Diggory and Harry Potter, both from Hogwarts, Hupplepuff and Gryffindor respectively.

The unexpected turn of events diverted the majority of people's attention to Harry; they shot him jealous and reproachful glances, because he somehow became a champion, even though there's only supposed to be one champion from each competing school. Moreover, he wasn't old enough to compete, angering the people who put their names in – who were eligible to compete – but failed to get in. As much as Luna felt sorry for Harry, she couldn't help but be slightly more cheerful, because very few people continued with the 'Loony' name-calling.

Luna got up, dressed and gathered her school stuff, and strolled to the Great Hall for breakfast. Today, she had toast with marmalade. After filling her empty stomach, she pulled out Magical Draughts and Potions and began reading, the chattering and laughter increasing steadily. The bell rang a few minutes afterwards, and Luna made her way to Potions with other third year Hupplepuff students.

In Potions, Snape asked for the class' essays and made them brew the Antidote to Uncommon Poisons, which can heal Doxy Poison and other uncommon poisons. Luna had to collect the ingredients for homework, which she done the day it was set to avoid piling up homework like Harry and Ron. Luna, who wasn't very good or bad with Potions, managed to brew the potion sufficiently enough to avoid Snape's snide criticisms.

Lesson ended quickly once more, as brewing the potion nearly took the whole hour. The hour after Potions was no doubt the most boring of the day: History of Magic with Mr. Binns. The topic of Trolls wasn't boring at all; it was the monotonous and unenthusiastic voice of Mr. Binns that made it extremely boring and seemed to alter time to make it go slower. Every student dreaded History of Magic, and most fail to keep an eyelid open for more than fifteen minutes.

After an agonising hour with Mr. Binns, it was finally (after what seemed like eternity) break. The weather was still damp and windy, leaving hardly any students dwelling outside in the grounds for too long. Luna headed for the library to do more reading, hoping nothing like last week happened.

And she was right, nothing happened. There was only approximately ten students in the library: Harry and Hermione included. There was also Viktor Krum, the Triwizard Champion from Durmstrang nearby, who, Luna noticed, kept glancing over at Hermione and Harry's table discreetly. She went over to Harry's table.

'Hello.' She greeted the two.

They both looked up and muttered 'Oh hey Luna,' before returning to the book they were reading.

She incredulously asked, 'What are you reading?'

'Just some information on what the first task could be ...' Harry said, trying not to sound too worried.

'Oh, I see. Well good luck, I know you'll do well, Harry.'

'Thanks, Luna.'

'And did you know that Krum person keeps looking here? It's really weird ...' she serenely said, and walked off. She was sure that she saw Hermione roll her eyes and Harry wasn't bothered, his head still scanning the book in front of him.'

She left the library without knowing her destination and kept walking, turning here and there, straight through several corridors until a voice behind her shouted: 'Oi Loony!'

She recognised the voice in a second; it belonged to Philip, the fourth year Slytherin who bullied her last week. She turned around and immediately noticed that half his face was wrapped in bandages and Luna couldn't help but feel pity the guy. His wand was out, shaking vigorously at the memory of their last encounter, leaving him humiliated and full of vengeance.

'I have some unfinished business with you, Loony! Don't think it's over!' he bellowed. He was alone this time and Luna was sure she could take him on. Pulling out her wand and pointing it straight at his torso, she cried:

'Expelliarmus!'

Red sparks shot out of Luna's wand and hit Philip in the chest, knocking the wind out of him and flipped him in the air and he landed with a thud, face-flat on the floor. He turned over and gasped for air, his chest rapidly moving up and down. Quickly realising he got defeated, he slowly got to his feet and a unexpected smirk crossed his face.

'Got you now, bitch.'

A hand snatched Luna's wand from her grip and she was now defenceless. The guy's other free hand gripped her robes tightly, preventing her from escaping. Luna looked back to see the other guy who got punched by his saviour; his face was rough and bandaged and he was smirking menacingly.

Luna was trapped; no one's going to save her this time. The chance of her saviour appearing was next to zero. 'Shouldn't have wandered somewhere deserted ...' she muttered regrettably. Philip couldn't suppress his laughter for long and he burst out laughing, his voice the only sound in the corridor. 'You'll pay, oh yes you will.' Philip said, finally pointing his wand at Luna.

...

Crabbe shuffled out of the room. Another detention for no homework from Professor McGonagall. This was the second detention he had this week, and he wasn't pleased.

'Feel like beating some fool to let out some steam right now.' He growled.

Walking along the corridor, he heard a voice shouting an incantation and a loud thud after. He trotted to the scene, his face shining with malice. He turned round the corner and saw a Slytherin boy in his year holding a Ravenclaw girl's robe tightly. Then, he saw, a few metres away, a smirking Philip. 'Ugly git, I'm gonna beat him up and his little friend.' He thought.

He trudged towards them and the boy turned around, and his face twisted from a menacing expression to a frightened one. He let go of the dirty-blonde haired girl and attempted to sprint towards Philip, hoping to escape from Crabbe, but he was too late; Crabbe firmly grabbed his billowing robes and twirled him around, so he was facing Crabbe and Crabbe swiftly thrust his gigantic fist into his abdomen, sending him staggering to the floor, tears gathering in his eyes.

'You again! How many times do you have to thwart my plans?' bellowed Philip.

'As much as I want. What the hell are you gonna do?' Crabbe clicked his knuckles loudly and smirked at Philip. Indignant with his plan failing for the second time because of the same person, Philip retreated after his friend, turning his head back one more time to curse: 'I'll get you and your girlfriend one day! You watch!' and he turned left on the first intersection.

Crabbe felt much better; his frustration disappeared because of that punch, and he was more calm now.

'Um –'

Crabbe cursed to himself. He forget he was now all alone with the girl. Before he could move, the dirty-blonde haired girl was already next to him, looking up at him through her dazzling blue eyes which stood out and suited her. 'She's pretty,' he pondered as he kept staring at those deep blue eyes ...

'Thanks for saving me. I was so sure I was done for good, but you came along just in time.' A smile was visible on her face now, making her appear even more pretty, he thought.

'Uh...it's ok.' Crabbe murmured, blood rushing to his cheeks. He was at a loss for words. Beating people up and intimidation was his speciality and, unfortunately, because of this, girls were scared of him too. Except Pansy, because she's one of the only girls who talks to him. But he never was good at conversations, let alone with girls. He was notorious for following Malfoy everywhere at school, and he never really spoke much.

There was absolute silence for a few seconds. Awkward silence, but the smile still remained on the girl's face.

'My name's Luna Lovegood – what's yours?' she asked, returning to her dreamy tone.

'Uh ... it's Vi-Vincent C-Crabbe.' He stuttered, feeling his face grow even more hot.

'Oh I see. Well, it's nice to meet you. Thanks again for saving me Crabbe, that's very kind of you. See you around.' She smiled sweetly at him, turned around and walked towards the south end of the corridor.

Crabbe cursed himself even more. How terrible of a conversation was that? He made an utter fool of himself. But underneath the embarrassment swelling inside him, Crabbe couldn't help but think how gorgeous she was. She was bewitching, no denying that. Very beautiful ...

But he shook these thoughts away. 'There's no way she would go for me,' he muttered to himself, back to reality, and walked gloomily to Divination.

...

Charms was Luna's last lesson of the day and the rest of the class were only half-heartedly doing their task, because it was the last lesson and they couldn't wait for lessons to end. Although the sea of darkness outside the castle restricted the students' ability to roam, there were still loads of things to get on with inside the castle.

'Oh Ginny,' Luna abruptly said, 'I found out who saved me last week. He saved me again at break, from the same person. Coincidental, isn't it?'

'Really?' Ginny curiously asked, thinking hard of who it might be. No one came to her mind, as everyone she knew who was sorted into Slytherin were douchebags.

'His name is Crabbe,' she said, a smile making its way on her face as she said his name. 'Do you know or recognise him?'

Ginny's eyes widened with disbelief. Crabbe? Help Luna? No way ... That's not the Crabbe I know, she thought. 'Are you sure that's his name, Luna? There's no possible way he helped you, he's not usually like that ... but then again, I've never seen a Slytherin being helpful to anyone else!' she said, her voice slightly rising. 'What did he look like then?'

'He was tall, well-built, muscular, and had short brown hair.' Luna said, envisaging Crabbe again.

'Yeah ... that's definitely him,' she said, still astonished. 'But why did he ... ?'

'I don't know why myself, Ginny,' Luna said in her usual dreamy voice. 'But he saved me from being hexed and I'm elated he did.'

Class ended soon after their conversation. Ginny and Luna grabbed their bags and walked towards the door when Luna said, 'He was also going really red when I talked to him,' she said, like it was perfectly normal. 'I wonder why? I think he got sick afterwards ... '

Ginny sighed. How could she be oblivious to that? But ... how could that happen? They've only just met each other; it's not possible for Crabbe to like her already, is it? Or perhaps his attraction was entirely superficial. Ginny kept contemplating until they reached the end of the corridor, and in front of them was the magically moving staircases.

'Well, I'm going back to my common room now,' said Luna, smiling at Ginny. 'See you around, Ginny.' And she strolled up the stairs to Ravenclaw tower, the situation apparently not bothering her as much as it bothered Ginny.

...

Crabbe sat at the Slytherin table in the Great Hall with delicious and mouth-watering food in front of him, but he didn't feel hungry at all. This very rarely happened, as Crabbe always loved to eat. Soon enough, Goyle, who was closest to Crabbe, finally noticed Crabbe's unusual behaviour.

'Was' ron', Crab?' he said, mouth full of food.

Crabbed looked up, startled by the sudden question. 'What?' he glared at Goyle, unable to comprehend what he said.

Swallowing the food in his mouth, he repeated his question: 'What's wrong, Crabbe? You don't look well.'

'No-nothing ...' Crabbe replied, trying to sound casual but he was a bad liar, for Goyle, who was unintelligent, was able to see through his lie quickly.

'I know something's up,' Goyle exclaimed. 'You haven't got anything on your plate!'

'Yeah, it means I'm not hungry.'

'Or it could be something else ...' Goyle said.

'Whatever. Going up to bed now. I had a bad day.' And he shuffled out of the hall, down into the dungeons, inside the Slytherin common room and was shortly in the boy's dormitory. He changed swiftly into his pyjamas and jumped into bed, which made it creak slightly under his weight, and closed his eyes.

All he contemplated about was kissing those moist, luscious lips, their tongues entwined, battling to explore each other's mouth. His free hands were now caressing her radiant skin and he, being a man, inevitably groped her breasts. The thoughts lead to Crabbe's shaft growing steadily harder and longer, until it was hard enough that pre-cum came dribbling out in surprising quantities – as if he's been saving up for it – and long enough to cause Crabbe discomfort under his wide, stretchy pyjamas.

'Crabbe?' said a voice coming from the spiral staircase outside the dormitory, accompanied by heavy footsteps. Crabbe's eyelids flew open and there, standing in the doorway, was Goyle. He looked rather worried, panting and his face gleaming in sweat.

'Are you seriously alright? You're not yourself today.' He said, still gasping for breath between each word. He strode to Crabbe's four poster bed and sat at the edge. Crabbe tried to hide the wet patch on his pyjamas without looking too suspicious. He moved slowly, sitting awkwardly at first, to conceal the patch of pre-cum from Goyle's view and as mundane as possible, slid himself under the covers.

'So uh, what brings you here?' Crabbe said, finally at rest, his pyjamas concealed under the warm covers.

'You.' He said, the look of uneasiness not leaving his face or tone. Goyle was normally a gruff and vehement person, but he has a soft spot for Crabbe, his only real friend, seeing as Malfoy orders them around and never actually considered them friends from the beginning. Goyle chooses to let no one else but Crabbe see this more humane side of him.

'Er ... thanks for your concern, but I'm fine bro. Anyway I really am tired, so goodnight.' Crabbe said, pretending to yawn, and rolled over. And unexpectedly, Crabbe did fall asleep shortly after he said that.

There you go, second chapter. Hope you enjoyed it. Review(s) would be much appreciated, and may hasten the arrival of the next chapter lol.