Sorry I have to say this but I just realised.

I haven't typed Luna's POV in AGES. SORRY.

Will in this chappy, enjoy.

(No more of these I promise!)

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Chapter Ten – Mindless

'You've what?' sneered Professor Snape.

It was Saturday night, school holidays were immanent as of Monday and students were due to take the Hogwarts Express home as of tomorrow. Draco had become a little lazy and waited until last minute to change his decision of actually staying at school over the break, rather than returning to his home where he could only imagine his mother was drinking herself silly over her husband's imprisonment. It was therefore only common sense that Draco would want to persist his endeavours here over Christmas instead, spending time with Luna was all he wanted now.

'I've changed my mind,' Draco repeated, trying to sound innocent, 'I don't want to go home, so I might as well stay here.'

'But it's done,' Snape hissed, 'your name is on the list, and the train will not depart unless you are on it-'

'It can still be changed though can't it?' Draco asked hopefully; it wasn't leaving until tomorrow after all.

'That isn't the point,' said Snape, 'the point is that you've changed your mind. If everyone could just change their mind, Mr Malfoy, there would be no sense of order – it's the principle, Mr Malfoy, if one decides to bend the rules, the rest soon follow.'

'It's just a tick instead of a cross, Professor,' Draco pleaded, 'how hard can it be? Surely you could just this once make an exception?'

Snape pursed his lips.

'Give me one good reason why I should?' questioned Snape.

And Draco drew a blank; other than for Luna, there really was no reason for him to stay – and Snape knew that. Snape knew Occlumency, what if he was probing Draco's mind now for information on why he had such a change of heart? Draco could tell, look at how Snape had his face screwed up all wrinkly like that – oh wait that's always what he looks like.

Snape raised his eyebrows at the exact time Draco thought this. 'Well?'

'I err…' Draco hesitated badly, 'I have homework, need completing – not yours I've done yours,' he added hastily in defence, 'but I feel that the homework I have due would be more progressive if I were to stay here.'

Snape surveyed him from across the desk, his eyebrows slightly raised in suspicion and his mouth quivered convulsively.

'Very well,' Snape said finally, Draco sighed in relief, 'you may stay.'

'Thank you, Professor,' Draco said, turning to leave.'

'Oh and Draco,' Snape hissed as Draco made it to the door.

Draco turned with his hand on the door handle and raised his eyebrows.

'Be careful with Miss Lovegood,' he spat, Draco's heart plummeted, 'if you don't want the word to get around the school about her I suggest you coordinate better places to fornicate and not in a forest where even the most sluggish Groundskeeper can find you out.'

Draco opened his mouth to reply, but nothing came – instead he just stood silently, unbelieving what he was hearing.

'And if I you think that way about my appearance again, you will receive detention,' Snape barked, seriously outdoing himself, 'that is all.'

Draco swallowed hard before leaving from the room; his heart raced all the way back to the common room where he bypassed an angry Pansy Parkinson, who was ordering him to explain his latest whereabouts, and went to bed.

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Luna swayed her hips sexually in tune to the music floating through the room, her eyes were closed and her arms flailed about as she listened to her favourite band, for which the name of escaped her frequently. It was the holidays, her dorm was due to be empty for the duration of them and she had decided early to take it upon herself to utilise its emptiness properly. So she had her music going, a bottle of Butterbeer open and her favourite box of fudge open on her bed – to top it all off she was expecting the latest edition of the Quibbler to arrive at any moment.

This was the life.

As if this thought occurred to her, she literally glided over to her music box and turned it down low, peering out the window for a hint of an owl. The sky was blue and inviting but empty, and she merely shrugged, grabbed another piece of fudge and moved across the room, dancing around the furnace and grabbing a hold of the pole, swaying against it in time with the tune.

'Ooo I love this bit!' she exclaimed, indicating a guitar solo towards the end of the song.

She closed her eyes again, dancing strangely as the sound of rattling guitar strings echoed around the room. Unfortunately it was at this point that a faint and distant tap became apparent, and Luna shot open her eyes to scan the room for the source of noise interrupting her song.

It took her a minute to spot the small scrawny owl out on the window sill, pecking away at one spot of the glass. Luna skipped happily over to let it in, and as soon as she opened the window it hopped in sluggishly, the weight of the Quibbler rather taking toll. The owl hooted joyfully, nevertheless, and when Luna helped it by removing the burden of the large magazine, it hooted again and rubbed its little head against her hand.

'Aren't you an affectionate little thing,' Luna said, reaching for a piece of fudge and breaking it in half to offer the owl.

It hooted again, flapped it's wings approvingly and gently nibbled at the fudge before taking the whole thing and setting it down by itself to pick away at. Luna laughed when, once finished with the fudge it was offered, floated onto Luna's bed to get at some more – hooting the entire time.

'Hey you can't have all of it!' she laughed, snatching the box up in time, 'here.'

She gave the owl the other half of the fudge she had originally broken in half before moving around to her bedside table to reach an envelope.

'Now if I give you some more, will you promise to take this letter to my father?' she asked it, indicating the letter and then the fudge.

The owl quickly put two and two together before hooting, cheekily grabbing the fudge out of Luna's hand before once again landing on Luna's bed and sticking out it's leg.

'That's a yes I gather,' Luna stated dreamily, tying the letter to its leg before patting it's head. 'Thank you.'

The owl hooted approvingly yet again before opening its wings and taking off; Luna followed it to the window still, where she leaned out and smiled as she watched it turn from a browned shaped owl to a small black dot. The air was cool, and her face got cold very quickly and so she decided to close the window and return to her earlier antics – this time with the Quibbler.

She had gotten to the word search by the time Draco Malfoy returned from his shower, wrapped in a undersized pink towel and bearing a cool smirk on his face that only got bigger when he saw her in an upside down position hanging off the end of her bed. She looked up (or down, which ever it is) and questioned him.

'What are you so happy about?' she said.

'Well firstly, there's you,' he replied, indicting her position on the bed, 'and secondly, there's just something about showering in a girls bathroom that seems awfully sexual.'

'You were in there alone, Draco,' Luna explained with a laugh.

'Still – it was hard not to imagine your room mates in there with me,' Draco said, casually dropping the towel and moving over to the bed next to Luna's to gather his things.

Luna watched him with envy, admiring his smooth white body, strong slender torso and muscular form that reached all the way around to his backside. For a moment she stayed captivated before his previous words shook her out of the trance.

'Are you meaning to tell me you whacked off in there Draco?' she asked utterly shocked.

Draco turned and grinned and she gasped.

'Well,' she said, and in an unusual characteristic fashion said, 'at least it wasn't whilst you were in one of my roommate's bed.'

Draco winked and continued to get changed, Luna sneaking peaks in between finding words in her word search. When Draco was dressed, he sat on the front of her bed and tickled her toe, in which she brandished for him to massage.

'What to do today then, huh?' Draco asked, obliging her request and massaging her foot.

'Well I'm curious,' Luna said, 'won't your little Slytherin friends be wondering where you've gone?'

Draco laughed. 'They've all gone home.'

'Oh,' said Luna, seemingly surprised.

'Yeah, you should have seen Pansy Parkinson's face when I told her I was staying,' Draco said with a sweet satisfaction in his voice. 'I of course went along with suggesting that I was going home too, right until the end of the role call to which she noticed my name had not been called out.

'She was kicking and screaming wanting to stay,' Draco continued, 'which quite frankly I should be worried about, if she's obsessing about me that much.'

'Sounds as if she likes you,' Luna said happily.

Draco looked at her. 'You're not jealous of her acting like that are you?'

'Jealous?' Luna asked legitimately.

Draco smiled. 'Guess not. That's why I could never like her – even if we broke up and I somehow ended up with Pansy – god forbid – and we were still friends, she would not stand for it. That is where you're different.'

'I get told that a lot,' Luna said with a smile.

'I'm sorry I-' Draco started.

'It's quite all right,' Luna said, 'it's the truth. We are all different in some way, I just appear to be more so than usual.'

'I think you're brilliant,' Draco said, 'I don't want to just be friends with you anyway, now that I've seen what you can do with your tongue.'

Luna smiled. 'I try.'

'It isn't just your tongue, either,' Draco pointed out, 'it's your ability to see the good in people, no matter how cold-hearted they are – or were. Like how I was to you not that long ago – I've become such a weak minded soul lately, and I've never felt ever so happier.'

Luna sat up; she folded the Quibbler and put it on the bedside table before moving to Draco and wrapping her arms around his neck. Without a word she kissed him, their lips began to duel instantly, his scent was brilliant against her lips and it was all she could do to keep it going by taking little breaths here and there without pulling away. Eventually the need for air was too much to suffice and they pulled apart, panting heavily into each others faces and whispering words of admiration.

'That isn't what I meant about your tongue,' he whispered sensually, 'but it might of well been.'

'Your breath smells like mayonnaise,' Luna breathed randomly, making Draco laugh.

They kissed again, this time less passionately but it was the spark they needed. Draco moved along her jaw-line to find her slender neck, in which she presented rather fashionably for him as if it were a vampire movie set in motion. Ironically he bit down but not hard, only hard enough to leave a hickey before continuing his motion downwards, fumbling with the buttons on her blouse where he eventually released them, revealing her blue bra with yellow and white flowers.

He kissed the middle of her chest, making her giggle before reaching around to undo the annoying clasp on the back – at least he was getting good at that. He loved watching her breasts bounce free, they were full and still perky but brilliant nonetheless. He had gotten into the habit over the last couple of days to just cup them in his hands, admiring them like he never seen a pair in his life before. He pinched her erecting nipples, making her roll her head back and moan sexually. He helped her remove her blouse and bra completely before kissing her again, her lips inviting and telling him things he wanted to hear.

She pushed him at and arms length and surveyed him. 'Something's wrong.'

Draco raised an eyebrow as she grabbed the front of his shirt and ripped it clean off.

'That's better,' she smiled, running a hand along his torso.

He smiled as they leaned back into kiss again, but this lasted only seconds as Luna pulled back yet again.

'Wait,' she whispered, the most loathed word in the English language right about now – besides perhaps "Harry Potter" which revolved around twenty four seven in Draco's head.

Luna got up, wandered over to her music box and turned it up; they perhaps now could not hear each other, but no one else could either and that will do. Draco took her in his arms when she sat back down, and they seem to both agree that there was no more messing around; he quickly unbuttoned his jeans whilst she unbuttoned hers.

The pile of clothes rose as they threw their jeans aimlessly towards the pile and met again for a kiss, their warm near naked bodies clashing carelessly sending shockwaves through each other. Draco was getting rather aroused, even after the relief in the showers minutes earlier. And as was becoming the trend in their relationship, Luna instigated movement by dropping her hand into his boxers and grasping his bulge.

Draco's moan was drowned out by a raise of height in the music pounding from Luna's music box, and he let all emotions loose as her hand massaged him attentively, rolling her thumb over the tip of his head in a torturing movement, grasping at his sack and tickling her finger tips up his length. He violently arched his back into her hand, begging her to stop torturing him even though she could hardly hear him.

She made things easier by ripping off his boxers and hurling them over her shoulder; now she was able to access with either hand, and her effectiveness was immediate. She began jacking him with her right while her left cupped his sack; she leaned in for a kiss, for where she mouthed 'I love you' against his lips. And it was not long soon after that her knickers were gone, and they were exploring each others sexual orifice with their hands in preparation for what they were planning to do.

Draco was the first to stop, indicating that she should do the same and when she did, he grabbed her waist and guided her so she was lying flat on her bed. He looked down into her eyes and smiled, she smiled too as he ran his hands along her naked body. And all it took, all he needed from her to understand what she wanted was a nod and a purse of the lips. And if to help him make up his mind, the music box on Luna's bedside table changed to pump out Draco's favourite song – and that to him was the sign.

They were yet to have intercourse, as hard as it were to believe – up until now that had not really had enough of an opportunity to engage in the act, either having very little time or losing the mood after someone involuntarily climaxed. They had talked about it anyway, and had agreed that when the time came they would know and they would not need to speak; it seemed clear, that this was that time.

He moved above her, cautious of his every move, and placed a hand on her waist. She instinctively spread her legs wide, her opening by now wet and ready than it could ever be – and Draco was in absolute disbelief that this was it. His virginity had always been sacred to him, now it was going to be taken away by a Mudblood loving blond-haired Ravenclaw, who believed in Wrakspurts and even liked Harry Potter; she was his opposite.

And that old saying was deemed indeed correct; opposites attract.