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Oh Well. It's a little sad, but not going to stop me writing more-that would just be pathetic =D

[Disclaimer] No! I DON'T OWN HARRY POTTER! If I did I would also own Blaise and Luna-which would be AWESOME =D

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Blaise didn't know what it was.

And he just couldn't quite put his finger on it.

Luna Lovegood.

The girl was just…odd.

After Draco had left, muttering a string of insults at Granger each one bearing a hidden compliment, Blaise had stood on the spot just…thinking.

He didn't know what to make of Luna. She was the most unique, baffling and adorable girl he had ever meant. No, scratch that-adorable was not part of his vocabulary. Quite becoming seems more fitting.

For another thing, she was not smitten the minute she talked to him and did not look at all unsettled when he used her first name. Instead, she acted as if they had been friends for years. Friends! Of course he actually felt nothing, except curiosity, about this strange girl. It's just all girls have to feel more about him; otherwise he just couldn't feel content.

He was Blaise Zabini. The epitome of handsome; his high cheekbones, dark skin and long slanting eyes had managed to catch the attention of every member of the female population at Hogwarts-even the curly haired Granger; though she'd never admit it seeing as she seemed to have a broomstick permanently shoved up her backside.

Although, this didn't seem to be bothering Malfoy in the slightest-he seemed to be getting quite fond of the little mudblood. Blaise was suddenly felt very nauseous and disgusted at his best friend. A mudblood was bad enough but GRANGER? This was the girl who looked as if she had never seen a mirror, not including the Yule Ball that is.

But the thing that was bothering Blaise the most-other than the fact Lovegood was not infatuated the minute she saw him or Malfoys disturbing love life- was the fact that Blaise was just too perfect.

He had the looks, the blood status, the heaps of money due to the many marriages of his mother. Basically, Zabini had everything. Utter perfection.

But nobody's perfect.

After seeing Luna Lovegood, the queen of imperfection from her matted hair to the odd neon socks, Blaise knew he wasn't complete.

Because Loony Lovegood, had something Blaise didn't and truly needed.

She didn't care what anyone thought and that made her special. It sort of radiated from her whenever you were near and it was amazing. Not caring brought a different edge to her; it had brought her raw unscratched beauty to the top which made her more vulnerable to the taunts of her peers. But she had tamed this raw beauty to have a hard impenetrable, but transparent layer to keep her who she was. Everyone could see her but nobody could hurt her. Nobody could change her.

Luna Lovegood did not, and did not need to, wear a mask.

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Luna sat alone in the huge kitchen, tracing its elaborately tiled walls with her owl like eyes. She sighed and reached forward for the large cup of tea in front of her. However, bringing it to her lips she realised she had been ignoring it for so long it had gone ice cold. She hadn't got it in her heart to ask the elves for another glass, because believe it or not Hermiones view on their work had actually started to get through to her. She heard the faint ring of the breakfast bell from the abandoned corridor outside the kitchens. She groaned and buried her head in her hands, enveloping herself in a cloak of dirty blond hair. If she wanted any breakfast she'd have to leave now.

Blaise Zabini. She didn't know what to make of him. Luna was usually very good at reading people and saw this as an immense disappointment-her ability to be much more perceptive than her peers was one thing she was proud of. Luna could see the truth. But she wasn't sure about Blaise, he seemed so perfect…

But nobody's perfect.

Luna herself should know that so well. She was definitely not perfect. She was a freak. An outcast.

Taking a deep calming breath, Luna buried herself deeper in the folds of her hair and inhaled the calming but odd vanilla and banana scent. Releasing a low sigh she jumped at the sound of a high-pitched squeaky voice.

"Will Miss require more tea?"

She looked up to see Dobby, covered in odd pieces of clothing, looking up anxiously at her.

"No, no Dobby. I'm fine." Luna's dreamy voice was distant and her eyes looked exceptionally empty.

"Is Miss sure? It is no trouble at all."

"Yes Dobby." Luna answered as if talking to a teacher. With one swift motion she rose from her seat and swept out of the kitchen.

Whipping her tattered timetable from her bag, relieved to find it hadn't been taken again, she found she had her first Astronomy lesson of this term. Although she had only started Astronomy this year, after only one term the teacher decided she should move up into a class with the sixth years. After travelling and staying with her uncle for a short time when her Father had been grieving her mother's death, Luna had managed to learn a great deal about Astronomy which meant she had covered all the fifth year material already.

She groaned realising that Astronomy was on the top tower and she Luna Lovegood, wasn't in the mood to walk up all those steps. Loony, who didn't care about anything at all, was annoyed because her class was on the top floor. She smiled at the irony and started her way down the empty corridor.

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Blaise stuffed the remainder of his toast into his mouth and looked up at the blonde in front of him. Draco's eyes were on the Gryffindor table, the grey orbs seemed to be battling the longing in them and his attempt to conceal his emotions which was usually so easy for him.

"Draco?" Blaise mumbled. When Draco made no sign of hearing he raised his voice.

"Draco?" Still the blonde remained oblivious to him.

"DRACO!" Finally, Malfoys eyes refocused and he look up at the impatient Slytherin infront of him.

"What? There's no need to shout!" he snapped.

"There obviously is, seeing as you were too caught up in your little daydreams about Granger to hear a word I was saying." Malfoy looked outraged and opened his mouth to retort when Blaise held up his hand. "Don't deny it Malfoy. Anyway-what lesson do we have first?"

Draco reached irritably into his bag and pulled out a pristine sheet of paper. Glancing down at it, he muttered "Astronomy."

"Aw-that's on the top floor! We better get going now then if we don't want to be late."

The boys grabbed their bags and didn't notice the eyes of one frizzy haired, uptight Gryffindor on them. Well on Blaise that is.

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Ohhh!! Things just got a little more complicated ey? Do I see a love triangle? Maybe.

Please review a little more this time? Oh and I was going to write the astronomy lesson in this chapter but then I just really wanted to get this posted as soon as possible, so the lesson will be in the next chapter.

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-FizzyColaa