Chapter Eleven – Hogsmeade Station

"I am going to miss you so much!" Cho Chang's tall, red headed friend cried into Cho's shoulders.

"I will defiantly owl you!" Cho cried back. It was Thursday evening; the last day at Hogwarts. Luna was left alone in the Ravenclaw common room with Cho and her friend who could not imagine surviving without each other for an entire summer. The most of the students were packing, while others was in the middle of their final exam. That was only people with insanely many classes -like Hermione Granger- though.

Thursday had been full of goodbyes, packing, and finishing unfinished tasks.

"Luna, someone is waiting for you outside," Mandy Brocklehurst said. She had just arrived in the common room.

"Oh, thank you," said Luna and left the common room. She was scared to hell that it was Draco Malfoy waiting for her. She did not know what to say if it was. She was so scared that she probably just would turn around and walk back in.

"Ginny, oh hi!" Luna said in relief. In front of her was her ginger friend Ginevra Weasly.

"Hi, Luna. I was not sure Mandy would tell you I was here. She is not really trustworthy," Ginny said. Luna nodded in agreement. She did not know Mandy Brocklehurst well, but from what she had heard Ginny was right.

"I wanted to see if you would join me in the Great Hall? Last day dinner, you know. Ron tries to eat us out of the castle," Ginny explained. They both giggled.

"All right then." Luna and Ginny walked side-by-side to the Great Hall. Luna did wonder to herself why Ginny did not go along with her friends instead of Luna.

Draco Malfoy was walking to the Great Hall with Pansy Parkinson, Vincent Crabbe and Gregory Goyle. He was not enjoying his last day at Hogwarts though. It felt weird that he would leave tomorrow to never return -at least not as a student.

"Draco, can I talk to you?" Pansy all of a sudden asked, stopping the group. "Under four eyes," she added, looking at Crabbe and Goyle.

"Er, sure," Draco replied. He did not know what Pansy wanted, but he did not feel comfortable about it. Pansy grabbed Draco's hand, and lead him outside in the fading sun, out of sight from anyone. The sun was nearly down, so the darkness took over.

"What do you want, Pansy? You can not make my mind up about not returning! Well, maybe.. " Ever since Draco had mentioned to his so called friends that he would not come back for their seventh year, Pansy had tried to convince him to stay. It was obvious that she thought of them as really close friends. Draco knew she would survive without him. She only fancied the idea of being friends with Draco Malfoy, not Draco.

Pansy pushed Draco up against a near-by tree, and then planted her lips on his. To her it looked like the perfect first kiss, but Draco was only disgusted. He instantly pushed Pansy back with a gross look on his face.

"What are you doing?" she asked in obvious disappointment. "I thought you wanted to snog."

"Pansy, let me be honest with you. We have never been, nor will ever be a couple, all right?" Draco cleared. Pansy looked furious. Her eyes were glowing in the darkness.

"You will regret this one day, Malfoy!" she yelled. Then she stung her tongue out towards Draco.

Childish, Draco thought to himself. He could not believe Pansy had just kissed him. He knew she had had a crush on him ever since they begun on Hogwarts, but he never believed she had the guts to do something about it.

Draco walked back into the castle and entered the Great Hall. He felt his stomach scream for food for the first time in weeks. As he walked in, he noticed Luna Lovegood at the Ravenclaw table. She looked gorgeous as always. Her hair was a bit messy, and her eyes a bit spark-less, but she was just beautiful. He could not set a finger to what exactly it was, but something made him wish he could go over, hug her tight, and call her 'Darling'. At least just once more. He knew it was the last time he would see her. The thought made his heart drop. Draco sat down as far from Pansy as possible, and began his meal. Shortly after Professor Dumbledore, their headmaster, spoke his usual speech. Draco did not really pay attention. He never did. He knew half of what Dumbledore said was a lie, and the other half Draco already knew from his parents. He was one step ahead as they call it.

"Have a safe trip home tomorrow morning. We look forward to seeing you all again next year, except our seventh years whom will be continuing their educations elsewhere," Dumbledore said.

An applause flew through the room. Draco saw Luna participating. Even though she was sitting among many of her fellow class mates she looked quite alone. A part of Draco wished that she missed him too, but another part did not wish to cause her the same pain he was in.

"I have heard many sixth years will not come back next year, including Harry Potter!" a fifth year old Ravenclaw spoke after the meal. All students were heading back to their common rooms for a final celebration. Luna was not in the mood for partying so she went straight to bed. She had already packed all her stuff down earlier, after finding them on the most random places. She was ready to leave in the morning, but she did not want to. She wished she could stay at Hogwarts during summer. Not that she did not like being with her father, but she felt more safe at Hogwarts. She felt that her fathers job made them targets -For what she was not sure of.

The following morning was so stressful. Half of the Ravenclaw students had been partying for so long last night that they had been far to exhausted to pack. They therefore ran over each other to find all their stuff. Luna found an empty spot at the library, and sat down. No one was at the library in that moment, which did not surprise her at all. She believed that many students were not aware of its existence.

Draco found his unpacked suitcase underneath his bed. He had barely opened it since his arrival. He dragged it through the common room, down the corridors, and all the way outside were the carriages were waiting. Draco got up in one, and was on the way to Hogsmeade station.

He did not take any time to enjoy the view from the carriage. His mind wandered somewhere else.

He knew he had to do something before he lost Luna to Neville -If that was not already too late. They had looked pretty into each other yesterday. The memory made Draco's chest hurt. He had up until meeting Luna believed that he did not own a heart, now there was no doubt at all.

Draco did first now realise he was sharing carriage with Harry Potter, Ronald Weasly and the mudblood Hermione Granger. They did not say a thing but they were starring at him. Hermione with tears in her eyes, Harry's face expression full of anger. It was an awkward silence, as you call it. After some minutes the starring got too much for Draco.

"What is wrong?" he spit out. He was sick of people always starring at him. And they assumed they knew who he was just by the way he was looking, but nobody never asked him questions or tried to get to know him.

"I was simply just thinking to myself why you will not be returning next year," Harry Potter said. Draco had never liked Harry very much. He was everybodys favourite, and Draco did not like that. Truth to be told, he was never given much attention. His father put everything to his master, and his mother followed.

"Oh," Draco said, but he did not answer Harry. He would not satisfy him with that.

"Draco.." Hermione Granger started but then cut herself off, like she expected Draco to know what she wanted to say.

"Don't, Hermione," Ron said with an annoyed voice. He liked to stand up for his friends, but Draco knew he was a coward.

Hermione and Ron started to argue about whether he could decide what she said or not. Neither Harry or Draco paid much attention to it, but they both still cherished the moment they shut up.

The carriage stopped, and they all four got off. Draco enjoyed to part the trio, but Hermione followed Draco all the way up to the train.

"Draco!" she yelled, but not loud enough for anybody else but the two of them to hear.

"Yes, Hermione?" Draco sounded annoyed. He did not like to talk to Hermione. She sounded so smart, and it really got on his nerves.

"You should really talk to Luna, you know. She is feeling very down," Hermione advised.

"That is not any of your business, mudblood!" Draco yelled. This time so loud that everybody on the crowded station turned their faces to look at them.

"Hey! Do not call Hermione so, Malfoy!" Ron yelled from the other end of the station where he was small-talking with Harry.

Draco did not argue, he just took his suitcase, and walked away. Not far away, but behind the building. He did not want to look at anybody right now. He could not believe himself for having yelled so at Hermione Granger. It had not been the first time, but he certainly had considered himself changed enough not to do such things anymore.

"Are you okay?" a familiar voice spoke next to Draco. He had been too deep into his own thoughts to realise that somebody had taken seat next to him.

"No," answered he, without taking a glare at the person.

"I know what you mean." Draco all of a sudden came back to reality, and recognized the voice.

"Luna!" he said and got up from his seat.

"Draco," she whispered. Luna was standing up too, just a few inches from Draco. She looked beautiful as always.

"I.. I," Draco stuttered. Luna put a finger in front of his moth, showing him to stop talking.

"I know," she said. Draco glared into Luna's gorgeous eyes. He then hugged her as tight as possible without it being uncomfortable. Luna could feel that Draco was crying, but no sound revealed him. Luna let him cry. If Draco had been feeling just half as bas as her he needed to cry it out.

"I am so sorry if I ever hurt your feelings. It was not my intention," apologized Draco.

"I know, Draco, I know. And I forgive you. I was not being quite nice either." Luna did not know why they all of a sudden were being so polite, and acted like nothing had happened. Draco was still leaving school, there was nothing she could do about it.

"We better get on the train so it will not leave without us," Draco said, gently pushing himself away from Luna.

"It would be nice if we could just stay here, right? Time is flying by way to fast. I can not keep up with it anymore," sighed Luna without moving out of place.

"I understand what you mean. But we are returning next year. We can spend a lot more time on this spot if you would like to," suggested Draco. Luna's eyes widened.

"What do you mean about we? Were you not working next year?" Luna felt her heart race.

"I pulled some strings with my father, and decided to finish my school before."

Truth to be told Draco Malfoy had pulled a bit more than a few strings, and his father was close to killing him for denying to work for him. Draco had never believed in his work, and he hated that his parents were a bit part of his followers, but he did not want to end up like them.

"Are you serious? You are staying?" Luna was out of herself of happiness. Draco smiled at her.

"Yes, indeed I am." Luna threw herself into Draco's arms. A laughter escaped from both of them.

"Thank you," she whispered into Draco's chest. Luna could not come up with any words to describe how joyful she was right now. Draco was staying with her. He was coming back!

They heard a whistle blow from the other side of the building.

"The train!" Luna yelled in horror. In the middle of all the romance they had forgotten all about boarding the Hogwarts Express. Draco grabbed Luna''s hand, and together they ran to the other side of the building and up in the train. They hoped that some polite class mates had already put their suitcases in. As soon as they stepped in, the doors closed, and the train left the Hogsmeade station behind. Luna started to laugh. She was glad they had made it.

The corridor they were standing in was crowded with wizards and witches looking at them.

Draco glared directly into Luna's beautiful eyes, and smiled. His fingers fled through her hair. He then bowed his head down so that it got closer to hers, and kissed her. Luna did once again feel the fireworks inside of her. She did not care about the people starring at them, she did not care what they were thinking. She did not know what the future held, but she knew, that in that very moment she was more happy than she ever had been before.