A/N: Hi, sorry, I hate doing this and I know others hate it but, just to let you all know I've strewed my brain all over this chapter looking for a way point forward but there's no where else for it to go in my head. So this'll therefore be the last chapter, and I will be moving on.

Thanks for everyone who has reviewed etc – keep a lookout me though guys, cheers.

Chapter Eleven – Merry Christmas

Draco could not remember a better Christmas in his entire life – and it had not even happened yet. It was around about five in the morning, Christmas day, he and Luna were still effectively in bed in the Ravenclaw tower, another night of passion from the two blondes had put the already wondrous day in motion and as Draco lay there with her snuggled in his arms he could just tell it was going to be glorious. The girl's dorm was still empty; all her dorm mates had gone home for Christmas and as it were the plan, he had been able to come up and keep her company for the duration unknown to the rest of the school.

Today they would be hoping to keep it that way; he would have to sneak out under his Invisibility cloak his father had gotten for him (as he usually did) if he wanted to get to breakfast, lunch and or dinner. That was later, and easy; right now he was trying to figure out how to be sneaky another way. At the end of the bed was their Christmas stockings, both looked luxuriously full and he could even see the tip of the present he had gotten for Luna in her sack. He, however, had his heart set on grasping at his own sack (of presents) without waking her up – he had a difficult choice; risk waking her up or not getting a look in at his presents.

He could hardly believe he was even considering acting on the latter.

The other inconvenience was that both his wand and hers were out of reach, so he could hardly summon them – he was beginning to wonder, if he couldn't get back to sleep, what was he to do for a few hours? Just sit and stare at his unwrapped presents?

And then, she moved.

'Mmm… don't stop,' Luna whispered suddenly, moving herself against his chest and rubbing her waist again his.

He grinned. Was she dreaming of him?

'Luna?' he whispered daringly, moving his waist to try to get her to stir.

'Mmm… oh, Draco,' she uttered quietly, keeping her head on his chest and not appearing to wake.

Draco raised his eyebrows and sort of tried to move her a bit to the right so he could get up without her knowing; he had no luck.

'Damn it,' he uttered under his breath, looking around to see if there was anything to perhaps wedge her off him gently enough so she wouldn't wake.

Nothing that might do the trick looked to be in reach anyways so he gave up, slouching back against the pillow and holding Luna tight, hoping sleep might just come. But alas for him he could not return, and he found himself lying there completely awake for much, much longer, just staring at the ceiling. In fact, even though it seemed not the case, three hours passed before he knew it.

'Morning,' Luna yawned when she woke, spotting his eyes were open and stretching against his touch.

'Morning,' Draco uttered back sharply, unceremoniously casting her aside and jumping straight at his presents.

'Oi,' Luna barked, Draco ignored her; 'err… Merry Christmas to you too-'

'Yeah, yeah Merry Christmas,' Draco said hurriedly, unwrapping the biggest parcel first, 'cool a new broom polishing kit, thanks Santa!'

Luna blinked. 'And just exactly how long have you been awake?'

'About three hours,' Draco said with a shrug.

Luna frowned. 'I'm sorry… you should have just-'

'Nah,' he said, waving her off, 'here you should open that.'

He carelessly tossed her the present he had got her, in which she caught gracefully and eyed it, raising an eyebrow at him.

'Go on, you'll love it!' he exclaimed.

Luna blinked at him. 'You're just like a little kid, aren't you?'

'Open it!' Draco persisted, bouncing about.

Luna made a note to keep an eye on her boyfriend's sanity before tearing into her present, which turned out to be a sex toy.

Luna blinked at it. 'Charming.'

'What did you get me?' Draco asked excitedly, picking out the one she had written on.

He unwrapped it hastily, eyes bulging in anticipation like he was a ten year old orphan who had never gotten so much as a loving family, let alone a present. When the last remnants of the wrapping were unsheathed and Draco turned it around, sheer excitement seemed to fade slightly. With a white vacant expression he turned to Luna, holding up a new white watch with a Golden Snitch face and tiny wee broomsticks as minute and hour hands.

Luna was quick as a heartbeat; she hastily snatched up her camera and snapped Draco in his unimpressed state. He glared at her as she just laughed, uncontrollably, as if she was having a seismic fit. Unable to help himself, he started laughing too, and it was a good two minutes until they were able to settle down – and by then Draco was too happy again to care much about the disappointing present.

Besides, on the bright side, his old watch had just about had it anyway and Luna knew this so, it was the thought that counted.

Once the many unwrapping of presents completed, they set about preparing themselves for the day; they showered together (where they thoroughly enjoyed the process of washing each other down), before getting changed into some casual wear and placing the Invisibility Cloak over Draco so they could walk out without a scene. And sure, Luna might seem to look as though she was talking to someone as she crossed the Ravenclaw common room – but being the loony person that she was known as these days, everyone around her assumed she was just talking to herself and thought nothing of it.

'This keeps getting easier and easier,' Luna was saying as they clambered down the spiral staircase leading away from Ravenclaw tower.

'People are ignorant enough perhaps?' Draco proposed, to which Luna shrugged.

'What ever it is let us thank Merlin for it,' Luna said, Draco glared sideways at her; as he was under the cloak, she did not see it.

As they emerged in the rather empty Entrance Hall they parted ways so Draco could duck into a crevasse and remove the cloak without suspicion. Luna headed on into the Great Hall as if she had been alone the entire time, and Draco waited a good five minutes as they had planned and managed to time it so he wandered in just behind some third year Slytherin's who were too busy talking to notice they were being used as decoys.

Draco spotted Luna at the Ravenclaw table, where she was already having her tea and crumpets. Smiling because he now had the inert ability to see her naked everywhere he went, he headed towards the Slytherin table himself.

As he was about to veer off, he caught eyes with Rubeus Hagrid, the Groundskeeper who had caught the two of them a few weeks back near on fornicating in the forest. Well, at least that was what Draco had hoped they were going to be doing if the large oath had not been there to spoil the fun. But in all honestly, he was somewhat pleased that the half-giant had not decided to spill the news to the school – so Draco half jerked his head that he supposed, might have been an inclined nod, and turned and sat down to eat.

Draco and Luna strutted about the grounds after breakfast, Draco under his cloak so as to not raise suspicion and Luna – well Luna wasn't really doing much to hide the fact that Draco was beside her, mainly it seemed as though she was having a rather flattering conversation with the air around her. Draco didn't have the heart to tell her that it looked strange, in fact he rather liked going along with the idea that conversing with ones self was a sign of intelligence.

He knew others may not think that.

They trailed the grounds aimlessly, talking openly about everything an anything – they were more open with each other after last night now than anything. Many touchy subjects came up, like when they passed Hagrid's hut – they both agreed that if he had wanted to exploit them he would have done so thus far. If all he was going to tell was Professor Snape, they could live with that.

As it was Christmas day, all of the school House-Elves would be focused on preparing for the overly large feast that was due to take place at night, therefore there would be no lunch scheduled. However students were allowed to visit the kitchens if so desired, but Draco and Luna took to the Ravenclaw Tower again after deciding they would prefer to be alone.

They lay on Luna's bed, Draco stretched along the entire length while Luna curled into a little ball with her head on his chest, both looking upwards at their own preferred books to read. Draco had his Quidditch novel, Luna had the Christmas edition of the Quibbler which had been supplied by her father with her present. She looked so happy; the only piece missing was her nifty and large novelty glasses.

'This is weird,' she said randomly, rotating her magazine around and around.

'What is?' Draco feared asking.

'Just this magazine,' she replied with a sigh.

'You're figuring this out now?' he asked stupidly.

She looked around at him with a raised eyebrow. Draco, quickly realising what he had just said, practically shitted himself and tried thinking of an escape goat as she continued to stare at him. Then she just pursed her lips and smiled, winking at him.

'It makes daddy happy,' she shared, turning back to the Quibbler, 'he queries me about things in it, wonders if it should have been posted – I do it because, he's my father and it's about all we share together.'

Draco raised a brow, seemingly impressed.

'That's nice, I guess,' Draco said. 'All I shared with my father was the hatred of Harry Potter – but even all of that is irrelevant now.'

'Never base a relationship on hate,' Luna advised him, 'even if its family – is there absolutely nothing else you can relate to your father by?'

Draco pondered. 'Nope.'

Luna frowned. 'I'm so sorry…'

'He's locked up, it hardly matters,' Draco said, 'besides my future is with you – I have already been thinking about moving out with you.'

And it was true; for the past week or so, as their relationship bad blossomed into an absolute success (yes is had been quick) he had thought about beyond Hogwarts. All well and good to finish school, but getting a job and securing a place for them was in his mind – and he was forever procrastinating job avenues.

'Err… it's a bit early to be thinking of that,' Luna said, 'isn't it?'

'I don't care,' Draco pointed out, 'you deserve the best – I'm not going to rely on my parents to support me, particularly when one is imprisoned.'

Luna sighed and looked at her watch.

'Dinner time,' she announced, 'shall we?'

'Hang on,' Draco sat her up and sat her at an arms length. 'Luna,' he said, smiling at her and looking her in the eyes, 'when we're finished her, at school, once we're both fully educated – and I realise I have a years head start – but when it's all up and done… will you move in with me?'

Luna blinked at him and hesitated; hesitation was never good.

'We just hooked up,' Luna told him, putting her hands on his, 'Draco, if it's that important to you now then yes, of course I will – but it's way off, everything is fine-'

'I know,' Draco bowed his head. 'Let's just forget it, go to the feast?'

Luna nodded and they descended to the Great Hall in the same fashion they had for breakfast; but it was hardly needed. They spotted no one on the descent, and when they did in fact cross a few people, they were too busy laughing and looking the other way to notice Draco slip from under his cloak and peck Luna on the cheek in the Entrance Hall.

Dinner was quite fabulous fun; all the large tables had been decorated to suit the already glistening Great Hall, and different sized sculptors had been placed up and down them amongst the trays of food. There were also several large discoloured Santa Clause figurines (almost miniature Hagrids) who would bellow out a tune of 'OH YE OLD MERRY HIPPOGRIFF!' every time a student would accidentally brush an elbow past them to reach some food.

Draco had been having far too much fun before he had remember (rather lately) that he perhaps should not have wondered over to the Ravenclaw table to pull a wizard cracker with Luna. As everyone else seemed to be as upbeat as he was, this went unnoticed, and he managed to get back to the Slytherin table acting like he'd wanted to take their trifle because they were running low (no one else saw the three half-full trays up the other end of the table).

Night time loomed, stomachs full, warmth overtaken, Draco and Luna strolled the grounds again, barely needing to rug up they were so warm from their meals. They found a crevasse in the castle far wall, opposite the Quidditch pitch with a perfect view of not only it, but the lake to the left and forest to the right. Luna buried her head into his chest, hummed merrily and looked through a mini telescope she had won in a wizard cracker.

'It's so powerful,' she barely whispered into the windless night. 'I can see the Squid in the shallows, where the water isn't frozen... looks like someone decorated its tentacles.'

They both chuckled, the puddings and tarts they'd consumed in the past few hours wobbled around in them.

'I don't remember being this happy,' Draco said several silent minutes later, he kissed her forehead gently. 'Sure I have had plenty of Christmas' like this before but... you- you're an absolute bonus.'

'Why thank you,' Luna smiled appreciatively up at him.

'It's true,' he assured her.

They fell silent, not a breath of wind could be heard, and even a pin drop would have broken the silence.

'But in a couple of weeks,' Draco went on seriously, 'term will restart. There will be more people to avoid; it will be less easy to seclude ourselves like this.'

Luna nodded. 'So we should take the opportunity while it lasts.'

'Exactly,' Draco nodded, understanding what she meant.

They were silent again; Draco was nervously preparing what he knew he should say in his head.

'When the time comes, however,' he whispered shakily, 'we will have to stop. I think... I think we should agree that, until the summer holidays, we don't meet.'

Luna looked up at him, a slight slant of a frown smeared across her face.

'Until the summer?' she repeated.

'Like I said,' Draco told her, 'we have a couple of weeks of freedom, and then we need to shut down.'

Luna said nothing. She turned in his arms and looked at him, her expression not that of a dreamy state as if she'd gotten into this position accidentally, but of a determined one. She leaned forwards, their mouths pressing tightly against one another. And then she leaned back, pushed his arms apart so she could stand up, and then she helped him to his feet.

'Alright,' she whispered, her waist pressing deeply into his. 'Then,' and with the faintest of grins spreading across her face, she concluded, 'we'd better get started then.'