Chapter 1: Realizations

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I didn't want to wake up. The bed was too warm to leave. Why was Draco so warm when he slept? I slowly opened my eyes. He was curled up, his hands under his head. After two weeks I still couldn't understand why he cared so much. He never left my side. Ever. Unless it was class time, and it wasn't a class we had together, he was always watching me, always asking me questions. Draco shifted positions a bit, moaning a bit. It almost sounded like talking, but it was indiscernible to me. His platinum hair, which was so perfect after a shower, was currently a mess, strewn across his pillow. How many times had I gotten lost in those shiny locks, admired him as he dressed in the morning? I had lost count. I hated knowing that my feeling for him couldn't be returned. He was engaged to that pug-faced, evil girl, Pansy Parkinson. Nobody liked her. Draco didn't either, but he didn't have an option. They were to be married at the end of this year. So young, I thought, but by pureblood wizard standards, it was perfectly normal.

Draco started to wake up, his gentle groans causing me to smile. He rubbed his eyes like a child, and managed to get out "Morning," before sitting up and looking around. The curtains on the bed were closed, as to conceal his presence in a Gryffindor common room. It was perfectly allowable, but the other guys, Seamus in particular, would kill him. Then I would be tried for treason. But honestly, it wouldn't turn out well. His father would probably catch word and he would be married off before the month's end. I don't think I'd be able to take it. He was the only person who knew my secret.

"How'd you sleep?" I asked quietly. He turned to me, gave a thumbs up, and half-smiled before collapsing onto his pillow. He grinned at me and held out a hand, asking for help up. I got up and walked to the other side of the bed, standing inside the curtains. I grabbed his outstretched hand, and pulled as he sat up. He stepped outside of the curtains and grabbed his shower bag. I nodded, and grabbed my own, walking towards the showers.

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I stood in front of the mirror, my hair not quite working with me. Actually, fully arguing with me. Frustrated, I pulled out my wand and used a spiking spell. Once done, I finished it by getting the back to lay correctly. I looked over at Harry, jealous of his perfect hair. All he had to do was put this muggle goo in it and run his hands through it. It always ended up looking perfect in this "See-how-many-shits-I-don't-give" kind of style. It pissed me off. I always took longer to get ready. He said it was my feminine side showing. Pfft, he didn't even know the extent of it.

"Draco, you ready yet?" He asked, unaware of how frustrated I was over that exact issue.

"No, are you, mon ami?" I asked, hiding my anger sufficiently.

"Almost, I just have to grab my bag," he said, almost smug. "How much longer? We have to go before the others wake up."

"Just a minute, let me put on my tie."

"No," He said walking over to me."Let me." He whispered in my ear, taking it from my hands. I shivered slightly, hidden by the fact that it was freezing in there. He still laughed, probably completely unaffected by the temperature. He was his own personal fire, he didn't need heat to be warm.

"Is this truly necessary?" I asked, my voice more confident than the rest of me. He smiled, and nodded.

"You suck at fixing your tie. How do you ever make it into the grand hall?"

"Blaise helps me." I mumbled, half hoping he wouldn't hear it.

"Hmm, he doesn't look like the helpful type." He said, unaware of how offensive that was to me. I reigned in my emotion before I answered.

"Neither do I, really. But here I am," I said, one of my trademark smart-ass comments. I loved it when I said something that messed with people. They always stared at me in this "Oh hell no, bitch!" fashion that made me want to roll around laughing.

"Smart-ass." he said, before playfully smacking my face and walking away. He was so obvious. No straight man would act this way, not even with his girlfriend. Not that it made a difference. He still wasn't mine to have.

We made our way down to the grand hall for breakfast. Both of us were starved, having had missed supper for quidditch practice. We separated before anyone could see us, retaining our "mortal enemies" appearance. A sudden friendship would spark rumors about our night life, which would end up as disgusting Quibbler headlines that nobody wanted to read. House rivalry would become more tense and I would become an outcast from my house and family. He handed me a note before running to his table. I stuffed it into my wand pouch and sat at my own table.

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Hermione was angry at Ron again. I didn't know why. I didn't exactly care why, either. They were always arguing over something, whether it was his copying her papers, or just his improper manners. It always turned into some kind of "the end of the world" dramatic event. If the zombie apocalypse occurred in front of their faces, they would argue over who would get turned first. I tuned it out, stretching my arms across the table, allowing my chin to hit the table-top. Luna was looking over at me, with the same absent-minded smile she always gave me. I smiled back, gesturing for her to come sit with us. She was the only one who was observant enough to gather that I was bent. She never hit on me, and never asked me questions about who I thought was cute. Ginny did both. All the time. She thought it was subtle. It was more obvious than yelling it with a bullhorn from the top of Astronomy Tower.

"Hello Harry, how are you?" she asked, her gentle, soothing voice always so calming.

"I'm alright, how about you, Luna?" I asked, my voice falling into a similar pattern to hers. It always happened when I was with her. It was too easy to speak gently to her. If I spoke any other way, It felt as though she would just shatter like glass, so fragile. And yet she was the exact opposite.

"I'm okay. Someone hid my cork necklace again." She trilled, almost as though she was singing.

"Really? I thought they were done with that." I said, my head lolling to one side. She shrugged, sighing deeply.

"It's just how they are. I'm used to it."

"So, what are you going to do today?" I inquired, wondering what such a strange person did on her Sundays.

"Oh, I was planning on taking Ginny out. She doesn't know I'm lezzie." She said, so nonchalantly. Had I been drinking something, it would have gone all over poor Neville's face.

"You are?" I asked, utterly shocked.

"Mhmm. I always have been." She stated, her expression completely unchanged by my change of emotion.

So now, not only am I bent, so is Luna Lovegood. That was going to kill Neville if he ever found out.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! I meant to put an author's note on the prologue, but I completely forgot. OTL forgive me! I'm such a terrible person! But anyways, expect much more from me in the coming weeks. If I update slow over the week, it's only because of school and band. I will update ASAP! ~LOVE, ANA