Ill Met By Moonlight Eh Proud Titania? What? Jealous Oberon?

Dr. Wallace's Office, London

He was looney.

Or so Draco Malfoy had told himself for the millionth in the past two weeks. He had to be looney because that little slip of a girl, Luna Lovegood, had been in his mind too frequently lately. She had invaded his thoughts endlessly while he had been sitting in his holding cell in the ministry. Hell, he'd even had a dream about her more than twice.

He would never forget the Auror's shout in his ear nor her response to it.

"I'll have proof in seven months time!"

"Harry!"

It had taken a moment for the words to register, before his brain could even begin to guess what the seven months had meant. When the math caught up with his thought process, he felt the air whoosh out of his lungs and his legs turn to jelly. It was rare to catch him off guard, but in that moment he had been stunned beyond all his senses.

He never had a chance to speak to her after that, but Draco would never forget the look in her eyes; guilt, fear and truth. Those enormous grey eyes that dominated her heart shaped face surrounded by long, dark lashes had given away everything. It was the memory of her face which had haunted him in his holding cell the past few weeks. More than once he had been surprised by the thought that Luna Lovegoood could be ..attractive? Surely not.

As Draco opened the door to the Mediwizard's office, he felt justified (and just a bit annoyed as well) to see-

""You look like a pig that rolled in the dirt!"

-she was not.

After his release on Tuesday he had found out from his mother about the appointment she had with the Mediwizard, along with the invitation to attend. He had put his foot down, insisting he would go and that she was to remain at home. His mother had argued with him, but he would not budge.

When he had opened the door he had seen her immediately. Her dirty blonde hair was not the same platinum blonde as his own, but it was recognizable and she had been the only person in the lobby which is how he had known it to be her. He had painted a picture in his head over the past two weeks of a Luna Lovegood with those enormous grey eyes, that fair delicate skin and that loosely curled hair that he identified as smelling of wild honeysuckle.

That portrait of the girl in his head was a far cry from the dirty, soot-stained urchin that was writing on paper attached to a clipboard. Her hair was pulled back in a messy tail, streaks of ash painting the strands. Her clothes were covered in the grime of the floo network. The words had slipped out of his mouth before he could stop them.

She lifted her eyes to look at him, widening in shock. Her face was also stained with soot and she must have rubbed her chin at one point because there were fingerprints in the black grime on her face.

Still slightly annoyed that she would present herself in public like that, Draco shut the door to the office and scowled. She had the good decency to recover from her shock, giving him a wary look as she asked, "What are you doing here?"

He lifted one brow at her and remarked, "Well since you invited my mother to this appointment surely you wouldn't deny me the chance to be here. After all, I'm supposedly the.." he felt his voice pause, hating his own hesitation at saying the word. Because of it, he was a bit forceful as he stated, "the father of this thing."

She was still regarding him with that on guard, ready to bolt, gaze. He moved forward until he was standing over her looking down and examining her frame. The last time he had seen her she was wearing baggy coveralls and he had trouble even believing that there had been something created between the two of them.

Today he couldn't easily ignore the roundness to her frame that was developing. The oufit she was wearing emphasized the slight swell just below her chest. Bloody hell, she was pregnant.

"It's a baby, not a thing," she was speaking to him. Draco focused in on her face, still scowling slightly at his realization that there was no denying this predicament. She had placed her hand on the bump protectively and her face was devoid of any expression as she said, "You may stay or leave as you please but do not call this baby a thing. It is a he or she." She dropped her hand away and resumed writing on her paper.

Draco found himself mildly surprised by her defense of the baby. He had expected she would hate it, especially seeing how it came into being. He didn't know how he felt about it just yet. Half of him hated the fact it existed as proof of what his aunt did, while the other half was floundering trying to figure out what to do about it.

She finished filling out the paperwork and stood up from her seat. She looked up at him from beneath sooty lashes and said, "Excuse me." Her voice was still soft but it held a note of firmness to it.

He stepped to the left letting her pass by to turn in her paperwork to the witch behind the reception desk. When she finished and turned around, he was back in her path again.

He reached out to take her chin in his hand, but she flinched so he dropped his hand to his side. "You obviously traveled by Floo but why did you not clean yourself up?" He couldn't avoid himself from asking her that.

"I have no wand yet," she told him without any hint of deceit in her voice. "You disarmed me and they took my borrowed wand as evidence."

Draco stared at her. She was definitely Looney Lovegood. No witch or wizard in their right mind would admit to being completely defenseless to someone who they would consider their enemy. By rights as a Ravenclaw she should have come up with a clever tale as to why she was still carrying the grime of the Floo Network on her. So why would she tell him, her prior kidnapper, that she had nothing to fight him off? He could curse her two ways into next week and with an Obliviate spell she'd never know it.

He drew his wand from his sleeve and pointed it at her. Luna's eyes widened with fear, remembering the last time she had been at the end of his elm wand. All it would take is one spell...

"Scourgify."

When he was finished, every bit of the soot and ash was gone from her. She no longer resembled a street urchin, her appearance decidedly improved. His nose noted from this distance within a foot of her, he could still detect the pleasant smell of wild honeysuckle from her. He shoved the thought from his brain viciously.

"Thank you," she told him. His mother had once long ago taught him some manners and he said a terse, "Your welcome." He lowered his wand.

"Miss Lovegood we'll get your paperwork processed and bring you back," the receptionist said from behind Luna. The witch's keen eyes drifted over Luna to pin Draco with a stare as she said, "Please refrain from using magic in this office sir. Although this is not the day Muggles come in to be seen, there is a slim chance that an emergency can arise."

"What?" Draco tossed the receptionist a horrified look before turning that same face upon the girl in front of him. "You're seeing a Mediwizard that treats Muggles?" He could already hear his father and mother's reactions. Thank Merlin his mother hadn't come. She'd be as offended as he was. His father would never have set foot in the office. He tucked his wand back into his sleeve.

"Yes," Luna replied looking him straight in the eyes. He lifted one brow and both her own brows lifted together in challenge to his. "If you have a problem with that you can leave as you please."

It was the second time she had said as much and he exploded, "Quit saying that! I am not leaving so bloody well forget about asking that!"

She had taken a step back at his sudden outburst and even the receptionist was regarding him with a leery eye. He clenched his fists, taking a few calming breaths before speaking again. His voice was quiet but commanding as he said, "Don't say that again."

She mutely nodded her head and he expelled a large breath that eased his tension. He stepped aside from her again and she sat down in one of the waiting room chairs. Uneasy, he took the chair across from her so that he could observe her while they waited.

Luna didn't fidget like so many others might as she sat there. She was perfectly still; her eyes occassionally landing on him and staring at him as he stared upon her. He found himself pondering what she was thinking every time she looked at him.

His mother had filled him in on everything she knew about the girl. He knew she didn't remember what Bellatrix had done to the two of them anymore than he did. His defense wizard had practically crowed about that information, thinking it would mean the charges would be dropped against Draco. The Minister of Magic had not been so obliging.

Draco should have been cleared of the charges - he knew he would have been cleared for the flimsy at best kidnapping charges - if not for that damn new Minister of Magic Kinglsey Shacklebolt. The wizarding laws which had ruled for hundreds of years, favoring those of pureblood magic; those laws were being changed under the new Minister's reign. His defense lawyer had told him as much after the charges stood against him, indicating that the Ministry meant to make an example out of Draco.

He'd still stand trial, but for now he was out of the Ministry's custody with a tracer charm on him. His limited freedom was a small boon, he couldn't leave the country of Britian; but Draco had felt a small measure of relish when he had seen Potter and Weasley's faces at the news of his temporary release.

When he had joined his parents at home, he had been surprised by what his mother had learned of Luna Lovegood. Too many at Hogwarts including her own friends would have guessed her to be half blood and of no breeding at all. When Narcissa had told Draco she was descended from the Irish O'Brien's, a wizarding family of some merit and with centuries old ties to the Black family back in the seventeeth century. The O'Brien's were also known to be sorted into Slytherin or Ravenclaw and had a knack for handling investments. He had found himself intrigued by the information. All the relatives he had visited in his search for Luna had taken him to the Lovegoods on her father's side, the lot of them as poor as the Weasley family; he had assumed her to be the same.

He continued to scrutinize her as they waited, not bothering to hide his staring or look away. Neither spoke a word. After about fifteen minutes of this the receptionist said, "Miss Lovegood?" They both looked her way and she said, "You may go back in now."

Luna stood and so did he, rising at the same time. He waited until she had walked past him then fell into step behind her. Immediately he wished he hadn't. Now he was following the trail of that heady scent of honeysuckle. What the hell was in her shampoo?

"Back here," The receptionist had stood and led them back into the back offices. She bade them to enter a single room that had a counter with a sink, two chairs and an exam table. There were all kinds of charts on the wall that showed anatomical diagrams of pregnant women in various stages of pregnancy.

"There are gowns under there," The receptionist pointed towards the counter, "Please take off your clothes and put a gown on. Dr. Wallace will be with you in a moment." She closed the door.

Draco faced Luna who was regarding him with an unblinking stare. After a minute in which she did not move he growled, "What?"

A blush formed upon her face as she said, "You need to leave."

Scowling he said, "I told you not to say that."

"I mean the room. I'm not undressing here in front of you."

Now he could feel his own embarrasment over realizing she'd need her privacy for that. Color was about to pop up in his cheeks and he'd be damned if he'd let her see that he was just as embarrassed as she was. "Bloody hell!" He opened the door and stepped out into the hallway.

He crossed his arms over his chest, leaning against the wall. How had his life become this mess? Draco wanted nothing more than to wake up from the nightmare that surrounded him. His life had become a living hell the moment Harry Potter had crashed down the study door and slammed his fist into Draco's nose.

After a few minutes he heard her voice through the door, "Draco you can come back in." He pushed open the door striding inside.

She had her arms wrapped around herself in one of those silly roundnecked, short sleeved hospital gowns that tied in the back. They were notorious for gaping and leaving bums to be observed from behind. Luna was sitting on the exam table at this point with her back to the wall so there was no chance of that happening thankfully.

Her clothes were neatly folded and sitting on the counter. He sat down in the chair next to the counter and their awkward silence resumed for a moment.

He was observing her shirt on the counter, an emerald green color and his Hogwarts house colors when she asked out of nowhere, "Do you remember anything?" He swung his glance towards her, lifting a brow at her question. Her slender throat swallowed nervously and she licked her lips before asking, "Do you remember anything about that night?"

He shifted his legs so that they were crossed before him in the chair. Draco ran a hand over his hair, pushing it back from his eyes as he pondered her question. Finally he decided to tell her the truth saying, "No." He pretended ignorance to an answer that he already knew as he asked, "Do you remember anything?"

He expected her to shake her head and say no, but he was alarmed as she said, "Maybe...I don't know." Her voice had been hesitant.

He sat forward in his seat. He started to ask, "What do you mea-" as the door opened and a woman with black hair that was streaked with silver, indicative of her age, entered the room. She was wearing a white jacket with her name tag reading Dr. Wallace. She had blue eyes and a narrow build. She was holding a medical jacket in her hand, open perusing the contents.