A/N I hope you like this chapter!
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Draco slapped himself mentally. He had fallen in love with Luna Lovegood? How was that possible? She was insane! She believed in nargles, for God's sake.
Whatever those were.
But Draco couldn't shake his feelings for her. Luna may have seemed crazy to him before, but now she just seemed misunderstood. Especially now that she was trying to convince the other Ravenclaws that Crumple-Horned Snorkacks really did exist.
Draco sat back down. He didn't need to go over there… right? He had found out it was her. It was done. He didn't have to have anything to do with her. But, he realized, he wanted to have something to do with her. He did love her.
But that was ridiculous. He was already arranged to marry Astoria Greengrass. Who, really, was an insufferable little brat that was too young for him. But she had a lot of money.
Just like Draco. That realization hit him hard. She didn't want to marry him. Her parents were forcing her into it. Because he was a rich pureblood, too, and they would make miniature, richer purebloods.
He was insufferable. And he didn't know what to do about it.
But then he thought about Astoria some more. She was rich, and she was a pureblood. But Draco hated her.
Luna was the perfect person to get married to! She was already holding Draco's heart. And she was rich; the Quibbler didn't cost nothing. Also… she was a pureblood. Right? And she was smart.
All Draco had to do was convince her.
Something caught his eye. A Slytherin was over at the Ravenclaw table, next to Luna.
"Hello, Miss Lovegood," the Slytherin said. Luna nodded and ignored him. "What are you talking about?" He was being too nice.
"I was just telling my friends about the Crumple-Horned Snorkack," replied Luna. She was so innocent… She didn't even notice that the boy was making fun of her.
"And what is that? Is it something that explains why you're stupid?" asked the boy. Luna looked at him, confused, and turned away again. The boy looked bewildered. She should have run off, crying, but she had completely ignored him.
"Does it show why it isn't real?" He had hit a nerve. Draco could see that. Luna had paused, but then continued again, like nothing had happened. But something had happened, and it had ticked Luna off.
"It is real, Slyther-boy," replied the Weaslette, who was sitting with Luna. "And you'd better believe it." Draco smirked. At least Luna had good friends.
"Well, I'll believe this." He raised his wand and pointed it at Luna. That was it. Draco couldn't stand it anymore.
He Summoned the boy's wand. The boy looked over at him. Draco tossed the wand behind him. "Oops."
Draco walked over to the Ravenclaw table and shoved the boy out of the way. "Go on, play with your fellow twelve-year-olds." The boy was actually around Draco's age, but it was completely clear who was in charge.
The boy ran away. Draco sat down next to Luna. "Are you alright?" He glanced at Ginny. "He didn't hurt you?"
"What do you want, Malfoy?" asked Ginny. Luna acted like he wasn't there. But she was off in her own world; no one was there, according to her.
"I just wanted to see if you guys were okay. Excuse me for caring." And he stalked off to the Slytherin Common Room, suddenly not hungry anymore.
Draco slumped on the couch. He was delusional. He knew that. His father would never marry him to the daughter of someone like Xenophilius Lovegood. Luna was among the many that he would not be allowed to marry. But, if he just wrote the letter right.
So he immediately got out a piece of parchment and a vial of ink, along with his best quill, and sat down at one of the many tables that littered the room.
Dear Father,
Hogwarts has opened an entirely new opportunity for me. Astoria Greengrass is not the right girl for me. I have found an even better option. This girl is my age, almost exactly, and she is a pureblood. She is almost as rich as us also, father, and I think that she is the best woman for the job.
Will you consider her?
Sincerely, Draco.
He set down the quill, happy with the letter. Draco wouldn't tell his father it was Luna until the man agreed, because she really was the best.
Draco had his eagle-owl send his father the letter. Now all he had to do was wait.
