Disclaimer: The same as in the first chapter, but adding in the dreadful Pansy Parkinson.
Missing Wrackspurts
You'd never expect him to be the flustered, romantic type. Draco, I mean. Around his friends and peers (except me), Draco was stoic, cool, and completely detached from everyone.
But he's changed.
Not towards his friends, but when dealing with me he has become a totally different person.
As I am frequently tortured and embarrassed by the more malicious students, he has taken me under his wing. In return, I gave him some little-known tips for getting rid of the Wrackspurts that had been unmercifully plaguing him.
He refused to accept my accusations of his following my instructions, but he did tell me that I'm his special good luck charm that keeps them away.
In a way, I appreciate this newer, gentler side of Draco; he's been a great deal more protective of me so far.
One autumn evening, I was talking to Neville about how Professor Sprout had successfully cured the mump-stricken Snargleluff pods. Stupid Pansy Parkinson and some other atrocious Slytherin girls came and interrupted our conversation, ridiculing me and telling me that maybe my family could be better off monetarily if they sold all my strange jewelry after I died.
Neville almost hexed the girls, but as we were in the library Madam Pince stopped him.
Not before Pansy got him with a Leg-Locker curse. He was sent to the Hospital Wing while I was left by the careless librarian to defend myself.
As I ran through the chilly halls, I rounded the fourth floor corridor and crashed right into Draco. I hurriedly panted out my situation and before I knew it we were sprinting up to the Astronomy Tower and I was cloaked in a Disillusionment charm.
Nargles know how Draco knew such an advanced spell but this was sixth year, and he must've been excelling in Charms.
The terrorizing females stomped up the stairs, but only saw Draco standing on the balcony, apparently stargazing. Pansy giggled and excused herself and her feminine goons.
Once we were alone, we assumed our usual places along the balcony and he stroked my tangled hair, softly beginning a tale of a Greek princess called Atalanta.
As he was telling me about Atalanta's refusal of love, I realized that I hadn't seen any Wrackspurts around his ears lately and leaned forward to be sure.
It was kind of cute how Draco's voice trailed off and his eyes clouded over at that moment. "Draco…" I had whispered.
"Hmm?" Was his far-off reply.
"The Wrackspurts are gone. Do you know where they are?" I do believe he was quite unaware that he had grasped my hand or that a faint red blush was spreading over his cheeks.
"Yes, I…I think they've made my brain go all fuzzy…or perhaps that's your fault?" He answered so funnily, I'd assumed he had gone a little out of his mind. The Wrackspurts must have indeed gone inside his head.
"But, Draco," I laughed softly, "I'm not a Wrackspurt! I can't do those things like they can."
I smiled at the curiously nervous look on his face as he neared mine. "Yes, you can…you're the biggest Wrackspurt of them all, Luna." And with that adorably vulnerable blush, he had closed the gap with a kiss.
You'd never expect him to be the flustered, romantic type. Draco, I mean. Around his friends and peers, Draco was stoic, cool, and completely detached from everyone.
But he's changed. Not towards his friends, but when dealing with me he had become a totally different person.
A/N: I really liked how this one turned out! After a bit of editing (after all, this piece IS three years old), it's quite satisfactory, I think. Read, review, and enjoy!
C.D.M.
