"You never shut up."

Draco often joked cruelly, and rarely it got to her. At first, his teasing was like blindly running into a brick wall. It wasn't the pain that shook her. It was the surprise. Draco was predictable, but she could never quite prepare herself for his criticisms. People always criticized her, but laying under the bully as his eyes scanned her mouth for honey like wit- was taxing. And that's how she came to understand the depth of their situationship.

She cared and that was a feeling she never had to cope with. He held a power over her that gave her nauseating butterflies. But that was ok, as long as he wasn't privy to it. As he slid his hand under her blouse, she stopped sucking her bottom lip. Opening her mouth.

"I don't shut up because I love words. I might even like to hear myself talk. Perhaps I'm a little bit vainglorious," Luna loved words because they never ran out. There was always a way, when, and how. Feelings, despite the infinite juxtaposed adjectives, the never ending run of synonyms– feelings ran their course. They end. Finish. Halt. Shatter...breaking her heart and leaving her somewhat morose.

She turned her eyes away from him. Glaring up the stone walls, "Do you wish to change me?"

"No," His hands were warm on her stomach, "You wouldn't be you."

"Good. I don't wish to change you either."

Words were forever. So she held on to them.

"I ramble until I can find at least fifty words to make up my happiness."

And fifty more until the concept of him was swallowed up by her scattered thoughts.

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