"Rich kid,"

"spoiled brat,"

"he's pretty hot though…right?"

"Privileg-

Draco was used to the various insults that scuttled behind his back thinking he couldn't see or hear them. Unusually it gave him a thrill to listen to their words, it made him feel empowered. His easiest place to listen and gloat about how he was on everyone's mind was the dining hall; the dining hall was where Crabbe and Goyle were too busy eating to look to him for instruction and Pansy was too busy gossiping with her girls and eating to lavish him with affection. Although he was surrounded by more people than at any other time of the day Draco considered it his alone time.

His listening and gloating was cut off as his Luna entered the hall with her Gryffindor friends, he watched her walk a little apart from the group, an odd expression on her face. The golden trio sat down in their usual places on the bench but she didn't sit with them. She walked past the Gryffindor table as if nothing was wrong, that bloody Harry staring at her like she was mad. She walked past the Hufflepuff table so Draco naturally assumed she wanted to sit with the Ravenclaws where she was guaranteed alone time. Yet then…then she walked past the Ravenclaw table right towards the Slytherin one, right towards Draco. No, she couldn't be walking towards him, she didn't know about his affection towards her and he hadn't done anything out of the normal to her or her little friends recently. Draco quickly threw his cold mask over his shocked emotions and looked cooly up at her as she approached him. There was a unique and uncommon fiery determination in her eyes. "Draco." She said firmly, her voice steady but still soft.

"Draco, I didn't want to do this in front of practically the entire school but I am fed up with the harsh words and dirty looks I get behind my back. I wanted to make a point and this is most certainly one of the best ways I can do it. I have faith in you Draco that you'll accept me but if I'm wrong I can accept that. I have been watching you, I've seen your cold mask slip." How could she sound so soft and caring even whilst she undid him strand by strand? "I saw, I hope I saw your feelings, I'm sure I saw your feelings when you looked towards me but I'm not sure if you know mine. I like you Draco Malfoy, I know you, even though the only words we share are harsh and cruel, you are all I think about. You revolve around my thoughts spinning webs of what we could create. Your cunning and my-"

"Your wisdom, your beauty, your imagination," Draco whispered quietly meeting her eyes to shocked gasps from the Slytherins around him. He saw her falter slightly, her coldness disintegrating as she realised he wasn't going to reject her, how could he. She smiled at him her luminous glow surrounding her once again, convincing him to continue, to not care about the repercussions of his actions; and he realised he didn't care. He stood up raising his voice. "Luna Lovegood. You are brave, imaginative and crazy yes, but in all the best ways. Your so called wackiness defines you and makes you more beautiful than anyone I have encountered. You've seen me? I can't even begin to skim the surface of who you are but I want to. I want to get to know you, I want to meet the real you. I-" Draco faltered, this wasn't him, this didn't sound like him, this was soppy, this… didn't matter he realised. He had spent so long hiding in fake relationships he didn't realise what a real one truly consisted of. This scared him, especially since he realised the entire Great Hall was watching them but as he looked back into Luna's eyes he honestly didn't care. Which would explain why he found himself gently taking her face in his hands and kissing her, the feeling being everything he imagined it could be and more.