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A/N - Finally, Luna's POV.

chapter 4

Luna sits comfortably in her room while studying the files for a liver transplant surgery for tomorrow. She really concentrates on the files, so she will not make mistakes during the surgery. If there is a slight mistake, the patient's life will be at stake, and not mentioning it will get her in trouble. She had studied the files for weeks, and three days ago she had a meeting with several healers who would be involved in this surgery.

She was too focused on the papers in her hands so she didn't hear a tap on the window. She just noticed as the tap grew louder. She turned her head and saw the Weasley's owl, Pig, pecking and scratching the window with annoyance at being ignored.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Pig," Luna muttered to the owl as she opened the window. Pig flew in and dropped a packet. After dropping the pack, Pig flies out without hesitation. "Oh," she stared in confusion at the owl that was getting away.

"What's this?" She asked herself as she opened the package. She found the Daily Prophet published today and an envelope, but it wasn't an ordinary envelope, it was a howler.

She sat back in her chair and opened the newspaper. Her eyes grew slightly as she looked at the front page. It was her picture with Draco, who was embracing at the cemetery last Saturday.

Draco Malfoy and Luna Lovegood have a Hidden Romantic Relationship?

Luna grimaced slightly as she read the article. This is totally nonsense. The article is full of assumptions and lies from Rita Skeeter. Rita Skeeter says that the reason Luna defended Draco during his trial was because she and Draco had a romantic relationship during her time in his dungeon.

"What in the name of Merlin's is this?" She mumbled stupidly as she put the newspaper on the table.

She can't help thinking why Rita Skeeter can think that she and Draco have a romantic relationship? She certainly didn't have romantic feelings for Draco. The only thing why she insisted on getting close to him was because she felt sorry for him. With his father in Azkaban and his mother died, it must be hard for him. She knows how it felt when her father was thrown into Azkaban. And she knows what it's like to lose a mother. It was terrible. She really knows how he feels.

He has changed. When she first met him, she barely recognized him, luckily he had bright hair that only a Malfoy had. He looks increasingly mysterious and dark. It's like he has no emotions at all. He's the coldest person she has ever met. It's like he's not a human being. She had thought he was a werewolf or something. But it was all destroyed when she became a witness, someone like Draco Malfoy can cry. The mask disappeared while they were at the cemetery. He cried on her shoulder for a long time thus making her hair and coat wet. But she didn't mind at all. That was natural. He is human after all.

Pushing all thoughts about Draco away, Luna took the howler off the table and opened it slowly, I mean very slowly.

"Are you BLOODY MAD?" Suddenly Ron's voice echoed in her room. "What do you think when you hug Draco Malfoy? Why are you so weird, and why am I surprised?!" Ron's voice filled the room, making Luna grimace slightly, "Of all men around the world, why him? Oh shut up Hermione, I'm not talking to you." She heard Hermione mutter something but she couldn't catch what it was. "And Luna, you're a Ravenclaw and you go to study in Germany, and yet you fall for someone like Draco Malfoy. I felt I was going to cry. I don't believe this! Arrrghhhh." Then the howler tore by itself. She just stared in amazement.

...

Luna is very busy today, she runs from one room to another room. There are many patients who need her help, especially those who are overdosed. A few hours ago, a group of Aurors brought seven men in their early 20s who were overdosed with Muggle drugs. They not only consume the drugs, but also become suspects for passing them on the Wizarding World, and their victims are mostly teenagers who have absolutely no idea of the dangers of the Muggle drugs. During the treatment, Luna can only shake her head in disbelief.

"Healer Lovegood." Luna stopped immediately when she heard a woman's voice calling her, she turned and met with the familiar red hair belonging to Ginny Weasley, and Hermione were there as well.

Luna smiled broadly, "Hello, you two," she greeted happily as she hugged them.

"Hello, Luna." Ginny and Hermione said in unison.

"You need something?" Luna asked, she knows the reason they are here.

Hermione smiled weakly, "We wondered if you could go to lunch with us?"

"It's lunchtime already?" Luna glanced at her watch. Indeed, it's lunchtime. She was too busy to notice that it was lunchtime.

Ginny rolled her eyes, "Is it, Luna. Does your mind is too focused on Mal-"

Hermione nudged her, causing Ginny to hiss with annoyance. "Take your bag and coat, we'll wait here."

Luna smiles at them, "I'll be right back," she says as she spins on her heels.

...

Luna, Ginny, and Hermione chose a restaurant not far from the hospital. Luna was aware of Hermione's anxiety and Ginny's annoyance. She knows what they want to talk about, but none of them wants to start a conversation. So, since Ginny and Hermione decided not to start, she would start.

Luna cleared her throat. "It's not unusual for you to come to take me to lunch," she started carefully. "Is there something you want to say?"

Ginny lifted up her eyes, and then sighed in surrender. "Does the article in the Daily Prophet is true?" She finally asked. The question was already at the end of her tongue from the beginning she met with Luna at St Mungo's.

"You know better," Luna replied calmly.

"When did you meet Malfoy actually?" It was Hermione. "I heard he was hiding in the Muggle London after the war, why did he show up now? And why are you involved with him?" She continued.

"There must be something," Ginny said.

Luna just smiled a little. "I met Draco about a month ago. He came to the hospital to fix his finger. And we go to lunch once, then I ask him to accompany me to his mother's grief, his mother is very kind to me during my captive," she said."Does that answer your questions?"

"Merlin! You're dating him," Ginny cried in disbelief. They go to lunch; just the two of them, which means it's a date!

"Ginny, she didn't say she was dating Malfoy," said Hermione a little surprised by Ginny's reaction.

"They went to lunch," Ginny snapped.

Hermione rolled her eyes. Dealing with Ginny was as annoying as she was dealing with Ron. "It doesn't mean anything, it's just lunch."

"Then, they're both going to have sex," Ginny said without hesitation.

Luna's eyes widened, she almost chocked on potato. "Wow, easy," she said, held up her hands. "Draco and I didn't have any relationship."

"But Rita Skeeter said something else," Ginny refused to surrender.

"Since when did you believe in Rita Skeeter?" Hermione asked stupidly. "You know she's just looking for sensations and spreading lies."

"Since she displays their picture of them embraced tenderly," she said dismissively.

"Draco was crying and I tried to comfort him. Is it wrong if I try to comfort someone? I'm trying to be nice," Luna said, increasingly irritated by the direction of their conversation.

"Don't forget to mention that they're at the cemetery," Hermione muttered.

"Just stay away from him, Luna, he's dangerous," Ginny said, ignoring Hermione's statement. "Well, I want to pee." She got up from the chair and left Luna and Hermione.

"What's wrong with her?" Luna asks stupidly at Hermione. "It's not like her," she said.

Hermione shrugged. "Menstruation, I guess," she muttered. "Or Wrackpurts got her,"

...

Downing his Scotch, Draco lost in his thought. His mind was filled with her. He cannot concentrate on anything. She haunted him like a beautiful shadow. She was always in his dream. In his dream, she was wearing a beautiful white dress with her golden hair blown by the wind, her pale skin shining in the sun. She smiled at him affectionately. And in her arms, there's a platinum blond-haired baby boy, pointed chin like his, and has blue eyes like hers.

The dream was always repeated over and over again like a movie. The dream looks very real, sometimes he tries to reach her and she feels so real. Because of that dream, he was afraid to sleep, he was afraid if the dream was repeated again. Sometimes he feels foolish to be afraid; it just a dream. The dream will never come true. Either he or she will ever have romantic feelings towards each other. And he will never produce a child, even if he can, it's too risky.

Suddenly he remembered their moment last Saturday. She hugged him without hesitation or disgust. She hugged him for a long time letting him cry on her shoulder. He hadn't cried that long, he hadn't even cried like that at his mother's funeral. He found comfort while in her arms. He felt more relieved.

Sighing heavily, he poured another Scotch for himself. And by that time he felt someone sitting beside him, it's him. He always knew when he was in this bar.

"What are you doing here?" Draco asked him as he just sat and looked at him like an idiot.

He chuckled, "over-stressing, eh, Malfoy?" He asked huskily. He grabbed the Scotch bottle and poured it into his own glass.

"I just need to be alone," Draco replied. But after the words came out of his mouth, he felt stupid. Didn't he always alone?

"It was her, wasn't it?" He asked again. Draco is pissed off at him, why does he know all about him?

Draco drank his beverage again, not bothering to answer his question. He didn't feel like talk about it.

"You are confused, aren't you? You want to stay away but you cannot stay away," he said matter-of-factly. He had met Luna Lovegood, once. The girl is different. That girl can make many men want her without her knowing it. How innocent she is.

"You read me too much," Draco murmured, turning his head to him. He was wearing black robes as usual. His dark hair slicked back neatly, he the one who taught him how to comb properly.

"Well, I'm the only one who understands your current condition," he replied.

"I don't need your help right now," Draco murmured coldly.

He chuckled again, "I'm not offering any help."

"So what?"

"I just wanted to tell you other facts about people like us," his tone dropped.

"Other facts?" Draco has had enough of facts about a creature like him, but he will not deny that he needs those facts so that he remains him. "Enlighten me,"

"You're thinking about that girl lately." It's not a question "She's always there, haunting you. You always dream that she is with you, but she is not. You know what that means?"

"I suspect it means I'm going to be insane," Draco said.

"People like us will never be insane, except for one thing, and you know what it is," he said seriously.

"Then, tell me, what is that?" Draco asked again, not even interested in this conversation.

"You smitten by her," he said without a second thought. Draco should know where he is at the moment, he thought.

Draco snorted, "I don't think so." He is sure that he's not smitten by Luna Lovegood.

"You want to mated to her," he said again without hesitation.

Draco almost choked on his drink, "Are you insane?" He said irritably. "I don't even understand what you talking about,"

"I'm telling you that people like us will never go insane," he replied, reaching into his pocket for a pack of cigarettes.

"Well, you'll be the first to be insane," Draco said, still annoyed at him.

He shrugged. "I'm just telling the truth," he said, offering Draco a cigarette.

"No, thanks,"

"You did want to mated to her, only you didn't realize that yet," his voice became serious again. "She will be involved with your life whether you want it or not. She will be the source of your power and also the source of your weakness," he told him.

Draco swallowed. He hated it when he told him the truth. But this time, he refused to listen to him. "Just leave me alone, Sanguini."

A/N - I want you to imagine Orlando Bloom as Sanguini.