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A/N – I have many ideas for this chapter, but I'm too lazy to write it, so here it is. Forgive me for my laziness.

Chapter 10

"Who are they really?" Draco asked Sanguini, "they suddenly came and attacked me, and they injected something, it made me feel weak and my muscles felt very painful."

"I'm not quite sure," Sanguini responded, "it never happened to me before. But I have a feeling that they want something from you, and they know that you are a wizard so they make you feel weak first before taking what they want. "

Draco narrowed his eyes; he ran his fingers through his hair. The day after he was attacked, he visited Sanguini's apartment. "What do they want?" He muttered, staring blankly at the floor. Then, it hit him. "The serum,"

"Huh?" Sanguini turns his head at Draco in puzzlement; he's busy thinking about why those guys attack Draco.

"The serum, they want the serum," he murmured quietly. "Those guys are Vampires; I could feel the radiation from them. You say they want something from me; it must be the serum I've made."

Sanguini nodded as he leaned against the armchair. "That makes sense, you are a wizard turned into a Vampire, you are capable of making serums or potions, unlike those who were originally just human and turned into Vampire," he said. "The serum was incredible; I'm not surprised if the other Vampire wants that too."

"I created the serum for myself, I've been through quite a lot in my life," Draco said dismissively.

"But you give me some," Sanguini commented.

"Because I trust you," he replied. "You will not give my serum to the other Vampire, will you?"

Sanguini clicked his tongue. "You say that you believe me," he argued.

"I am!" Draco snapped.

"Then, you already know the answer," Sanguini snapped back. "Well, I advise you to be careful from now on, my feelings say there's someone who wants the serum and send those guys to attack you."

"I know," Draco nodded.

"You'd better hide in the Wizarding World for a while, they will not be able to track you," Sanguini said, his tone turning serious. "Besides you're still pretty weak right now, the poison they inject is still working on your system."

Draco thought for a moment. He actually agrees with Sanguini's suggestion, but he hesitates to return to Malfoy Manor. But if he forced himself to stay in the Muggle London longer, those guys might just turn up any time and attack him again when he's still weak. "I'll think about that," he muttered under his breath.

"Decide right now, you don't know maybe they're out there now and waiting for you," Sanguini commented, "the sooner you decide, you'll be safer."

Draco nodded slowly. "I know, I'll pack when I get home," he said.

"Look, Draco, our world is really dark, out there a lot of Vampire who is thirsty for power, they want to be the most powerful. You cannot trust the other Vampires, but you can trust me, of course," Sanguini said quietly.

"Thank you for telling me," Draco murmured.

...

Luna sits in silently in her office, she will sigh several times. Her mind was filled with Draco. She's really curious about him and she wants to know what happened to him. Her mind was too focused on Draco so she couldn't focus on her patients. She almost gave the wrong potion to her patient yesterday. She also almost misdiagnoses her patient, which the action is very careless for a Healer/Doctor. But luckily she realized her mistake in the last seconds, and luckily the patient didn't complain to her.

She sighed heavily as she rubbed her forehead. She was very tired. She can't sleep soundly, suddenly she has insomnia. She will be awake throughout the night and sleepy during the day. It's really torturing. She had bad thoughts that she started obsessed on Draco.

Her mind was disturbed when she heard a knock on the door. "Come in," she instructed, "oh, Mr. Kloper." Luna immediately got up from the chair and greeted the hospital director, Alvin Kloper. Alvin Kloper is a man of about 50 or 60 years old with gray hair and reading glasses he always wore. He also looks very friendly and thoughtful. He is also very fond of children; he proposes that St. Mungo's has a special ward for children.

"Healer Lovegood," he said in a thoughtful tone.

"Please sit down," she offered.

"Thank you," Mr. Kloper says while taking a seat on the couch.

Luna was nervous, what made the director of the hospital see her in person. "There's something I can do for you, Mr. Kloper?"Luna asked politely.

Mr. Kloper smiled kindly at her. "How do you feel lately Ms. Lovegood?"

Luna cleared her throat uncomfortably. "I feel um..." she paused for a moment unsure of what she had to say.

"That's ok, you can tell me," he said patiently.

"I've been feeling pretty bad lately," she admitted in embarrassment. "I've made some mistakes, like almost giving the wrong potion to a patient with tuberculosis, and almost misdiagnosed," she said quietly, feeling utterly embarrassed and angry at herself.

"I have heard it from medi-witches," he replied. "You've been distracted lately."

Luna nodded, looking into her hands that she had placed on her lap. "I'm sorry."

"You should apologize to the patients not to me," he said.

Luna nodded again.

"I think you should take a few days off," he continued, "you are the only Healer who has never taken a leave since the first time you worked here. And I think you need a vacation at this time, to clear your mind."

Luna is silent for a moment, that's a good idea. "Yes, I will take leave from tomorrow,"

Mr. Kloper smiled pleasantly. "Okay then, I'll divert your appointment with the patient to another Healer."

"Thank you, Mr. Kloper, "she said.

Mr. Kloper nods at her. "Have fun," he said as he left the room. Luna breathes with relief. She thinks she'll be fired.

...

Draco walked casually in the corridor of St. Mungo's while holding a bouquet of pink roses. He has moved to Malfoy Manor for a while until he feels much better. Earlier, when he was walking around Diagon Alley, he accidentally passed a florist, and as usual, he remembered Luna. It might be a good idea to give her a bouquet of flowers considering how he treated her the last time they met. A bouquet of flowers can be a symbol of his apology to her; he is not good at apologizing, so he hopes this action can make their friendship just fine.

"Mr. Malfoy,"

Draco paused at the sound of someone calling him. He turned around and came up with a medi-wizard, "yes?"

"Are you here to meet Healer Lovegood?" The medi-wizard questioned, apparently he was frightened of him.

"Yes," he replied simply.

"Healer Lovegood isn't in her office right now," the medi-wizard told him.

Draco narrowed his eyes, "is she out?" He asked. Now that it's past the lunch time, it doesn't make sense if she's not in her office.

"She took time off from today," the medi-wizard says.

"Oh, thank you," he said as he stepped out of the building and intend to visit her at her home. His instinct told him that Luna was at her house, maybe gardening or painting.

By the time he got to Luna's house, he knocked several times until the door opened. Luna stands right in front of him with her hands full of paint. "Hello, Draco," Luna said as she shifted slightly to let him in.

"Hi," he said awkwardly.

"The weather is very pretty today, isn't it?" She said as she closed the door.

Draco nodded as he handed her a bouquet of flowers, "for you."

She doesn't react initially; she just looked at him in confusion. But seconds later a smile was engraved on her face. "They're lovely, thank you, Draco," she said softly as she grabbed the bouquet of flowers. "I'll put them in a vase, wait a minute."

While waiting for Luna, he waits in the living room. Not long after, she came back and her hands were clean of paint. "What brought you here, Draco?"

He cleared his throat awkwardly, "I just want to pay a visit." And apologized too, he thought.

"You're visiting at the right moment, I'm painting," she murmured, "want to join?"

"I can't paint," he admitted.

She giggled. "That's okay, paint is very easy, I can teach you," she offered kindly. Her smile didn't disappear from her face and it made it hard to say no.

"Well ..." he cleared his throat again, "... alright then." He gave up. There's no point fighting, she'll win whatever happens.

Her smile widened. "Come on, then." She dragged him upstairs and stopped at a room. Not much furniture inside, only a few unfinished paintings, canvases, green plants at the end of the room and a large window. This is probably the room she used to paint. His eyes landed on a painting on the wall, it was Hogwarts covered with snow, and it looked magical. "I painted it when I was in my fourth year."

"You paint this in a Forbidden Forest." That's a statement, and not a question.

"Oh yes," she said casually as it was a natural thing. "Hogwarts looks very beautiful from Forbidden Forests, especially when you climb trees."

"You're painting in a Forbidden Forest on a tree and when it's snowing?" Draco asks in disbelief, she's really a loony.

"Yes," she said simply and casually.

"Not surprised you got a fever for four days," he said. He remembered the news that Lonny Lovegood was rushed to the Hospital Wing due to a high fever.

Luna laughed, "I don't remember that," she denied playfully. "Here you go," she said when she had finished placing his canvas near the window. "When I was younger, I always painted hill, sky, and sun," she said calmly.

"You want me to paint a hill?" He questioned.

"It's up to you," she replied. "Paint something you like."

"Alright," he muttered. "Can you put my canvas away from the window? The sun makes me uncomfortable. "

"The sun is great for your skin, Mr. Malfoy," she said amused, but she shifted the canvas away from the window.

He snorted, "It would damage my skin."

She laughed softly, "You're such a pretty boy."

He scowls, "I'm just trying to look good all the time." She ignores him and just laughs softly. Draco couldn't help but smiled as he heard her laughter that sounded like a bell.

Luna went back to her own painting and ran her brush slowly over here and there. He doesn't know what she's painting, but maybe someone, he can see from the colors she chooses. While he was pensive for a moment, puzzled over what he had to paint. He's not very good at painting, but at least he's not a bad artist. Then, an idea implied in his mind. He immediately dipped his brush and ran it across the canvas.

Both were silent, busy with their own canvases. The silence between them was very comfortable, and Draco liked it a lot. Several times he would glance at Luna, making sure she didn't peek at his canvas. An hour had passed, but both were still working hard with their own paintings, until he heard Luna mutter.

"I'm done," she said as she stood and put her hands on her hips and studied her work proudly.

"I'm almost done," he mumbles, he's almost done just needing to fix the color of the eye.

"What are you painting?"

"Don' peek," he grumbles, she laughs.

"All right, I'll wait," she said.

"I'm done," he said with satisfaction after 20 minutes later.

"Can I see it?" Luna asked.

Draco hesitates, "Um..."

"I won't insult your painting, Draco," she said, but that wasn't what he was concerned about, he was worried about something else. "What if you look at mine first," she offered.

Draco accepted the offer with pleasure, "okay, let me see that."

Then, she showed her painting without hesitation. "Taaadaaa..."

Draco was breathless; he couldn't believe what he saw. She painted him! She painted his face on the canvas; he was wearing a Slytherin robe. "That's..."

"You," she finished his sentence for him. "You know that I'd love to paint you, but I have time to paint just now. Take it." She hands the painting to him. Draco is still stunned; no one has ever painted him before except for family portraits. And Luna, painting it voluntarily, and the painting is very good, it almost looks real.

"T… thank you," he said as he reached for the painting, still stunned. He felt happy and confused simultaneously. He was happy because when she painted him it meant she was thinking about him for hours. And he's confused because he starts to wonder, does she like him?

"Now, can I see yours?" She asked, but before he could answer or react, she took his canvas. "Oh!" She exclaimed.

Draco wasn't sure the tone she was using indicated that she was happy or something.

"You paint me?" She glanced at him. Draco was nervous, so he didn't answer. "No one has ever painted me before," she muttered as she looked at the painting. "Thank you, Draco," she said, smiling sweetly at him.

Draco felt his cheeks heat up, his body felt stiff, he couldn't move. The only move he made was when he put the painting on the floor and leaned it against the wall. He had to wrap it in a used newspaper or something to bring it back to the Manor. He tried to think of something else. Draco realizes that she's walking towards him with a very light step, she almost looks like floating, it's like there's a pair of wings on her back and only he can see that.

She stopped right in front of him and her smile widened. He cursed himself for not doing anything other than looking into her eyes. He had to get out of here, but his foot were glued on the floor and refused to work.

"You're very sweet," she murmured softly. "Your painting is beautiful," she praised.

He swallowed. "Because it was you," he replied. Draco was annoyed at himself, why did he say that? Now the atmosphere is getting awkward, her smile has disappeared and her face is very close to his. If he leans forward a bit, their lips will touch. They both looked at each other's eyes. Draco has lost control of himself, allowing his greatest desire to take over. He leaned forward slightly and tilted his head. Just a little taste of her it will not hurt. Her eyes widened but she doesn't move away from him, and he takes it as a positive response. When their lips are only a few inches apart, and before their lips touched, an interruption comes.

"Luna,"

The two jumped when they heard a male voice from the door, spontaneously they turning their heads to the sound source. A tall man with sandy hair and with tan skin stood in front of the door and looked at them in bewilderment. "Rolf." He heard Luna mutter. So he was Rolf Scamander. "What are you doing here? Daddy isn't here."

Rolf cleared his throat as he glanced at Draco several times, and Draco simply ignored him. "I'm here to pick up some documents, your father told me to," he said.

"Oh," Luna nodded. "You know where his study is."

"I know," Rolf replied. "But I want to meet you and invite you to dinner tonight,"

Draco frowned. He felt angry but he didn't know why. He is angry at the Rolf guy, and he is also angry at Luna for not rejecting his invitation instantly. Does she like him? Well, it certainly wasn't his bloody business. He grabbed his painting, intending to leave. "I'm leaving," he said coldly.

"But Draco-" Before Luna could finish her sentence, he interrupt in a cold tone.

"I have to do something; I don't want to waste my time here,"

When he passed Rolf, he deliberately bumped him with his shoulder and glared at him before actually leaving them both. Deep down he knows that he has no right to be angry, but he can't help and he feels that Luna betrayed him.