"Draco Malfoy?" Harry exclaimed while Ginny made him some coffee.
"My thoughts exactly," Ginny commented, "I told Luna he was a sleaze."
"Draco Malfoy and Pansy, pug-face, Parkinson?"
"For the last time Harry, yes. Now Luna is coming around later so don't speak a word!"
"But-"
"-Not a word!" Ginny glared, "Luna would kill me if word got out! Anyway, what are you doing today?"
"Me and Ron are going to the cinema to scare that old lady who works there," Harry grinned.
"You two are just as bad as how Fred and George used to be," Ginny giggled. Her smile soon faded at the remembrance of her deceased brother. Harry wrapped his arms around Ginny, rubbing her stomach gently.
"Hi Ginny," Luna smiled whilst pulled her umbrella down.
"Lu, it's tipping it down! Why would you ever walk in this?" Ginny exclaimed, taking Luna's coat off her.
"It clears my head. The nargles have been going crazy lately," Luna commented in a dream like state.
"Are you okay?" Ginny asked with concern as they walked into the kitchen.
"I'm perfectly fine," Luna commented, "Though I must say it is probably still the shock."
"The shock of what?"
"I'm pregnant."
"What?" Ginny cried out, dropping a cup onto the floor.
"Are you alright, Ginny? You have gone awfully pale," Luna replied in a dream like state.
"Repairo," Ginny muttered fixing the cup, "Does Neville know?"
"Does Neville know what?"
Ginny rubbed her temple in frustration, "That you're pregnant…"
"Why would he?" Luna asked in confusion.
"Because he's the father!" Ginny exclaimed, she suddenly noticed the daunting expression written across Luna's face, "He is isn't he?"
Luna's blue eyes filled with tears as she let out a sob and shook her head softly.
"It's Draco's. I've been so lost in thought all day, Neville can sense that something is wrong."
"LuLu," Ginny whispered in a soothing manner, stroking her blonde locks, "How far gone are you?"
"I think only a week, two weeks max," Luna replied.
"Are you going to get… rid of it?"
Luna shot her head up violently,
"Of course I wouldn't! I couldn't dream of such a thing," Luna hissed.
"Well you're going to have to tell Nev-"
"-I don't want Neville," Luna cried, "I want Draco. I know you hate him and past events won't put any light on the situation but I love him Gin!"
"How can you be certain?" Ginny questioned.
"Because I feel with him what I've always be unsure of with Neville," Luna admitted.
"Draco Malfoy?" Ron exclaimed whilst Harry drove.
"My thoughts exactly!" Harry commented, "Ginny said she told Luna he was a sleaze."
"Wait, why would Luna care if Malfoy was back with Pug-face?" Ron asked. Harry screwed up his face, concentration wrote across his face,
"I don't know actually. They are close friends; Luna spent the holidays at Malfoy's for Christmas."
"Are you a bloody idiot?" Ron sighed, "It's obvious isn't it?"
"I'm not sure…" Harry replied with hesitation.
"All the time Luna has been spending with Malfoy? How he comes into work smiling. All the ladies there love him, the perfectly styled hair?"
"You've lost me," Harry smiled. Ron rolled his eyes and gave an aspirated sigh,
"It's obvious! Draco is gay! He must be Luna's gay best friend and is using Pug-face as a cover up!"
"Do you think?"
"Positive Harry, the signs are obvious!"
"I really don't think so… I think girls like him because he's a good looking chap-"
"-Or because he's their gay best friend…"
"Ron, you know I normally go along with your ideas but this one is a little too far fetch," Harry admitted.
"Well what else could it be then?" Ron complained.
"Maybe Luna is seeing Malfoy?"
Ron let out a loud laugh, clasping his hands together,
"Luna- and Malfoy? And you called my idea far fetched?" Harry, too, burst out laughing.
"You can't love Malfoy," Ginny repeated for the fifth time.
"Why not?" Luna questioned, watching a spec of dust twirl in the air.
"Because you're married to Nev, you're just going to break your vows because you got knocked up?"
"I've already broken my vows, Ginny. You don't like Draco, so you feel the need to try sabotage mine and his relationship."
"What relationship?" Ginny shouted, "Earth to Luna, Malfoy doesn't iwant/i you. He's with Pug-face, not you. He could have had you but he chose not too."
Luna looked at Ginny with utter disgust and walk straight out of the house, leaving her coat and umbrella behind. It was pouring down with rain but Luna didn't care, she knew exactly where she was going and this time she wasn't going to be turned away.
Draco was sitting in the lounge when he heard a knock at the door,
"Dixie, would you go get that please?"
"Of course Master Malfoy," Dixie smiled. Dixie had warmed much more to Draco lately; she seemed to actually enjoy serving for him and being within his company compared to before.
"Draco," Luna gasped, walking into the lounge. The sudden surge of warmth and heat took her breath away.
"Luna!" Draco exclaimed, "You're soaking, sit down I'll get you a towel."
"N-N-No, it's fine. I-I like being cold," Luna stuttered but before she had even finished her sentence Draco was back in the room with a towel. He sat down next to her on the sofa, wrapping the towel around her.
"What are you doing here?" Draco questioned, rubbing Luna's shoulders at the same time.
"I-I-I need to t-t-talk to you about something," Luna replied, she cupped her hands together, rubbing them, "It's a-a-about us."
Draco instantly tensed, gripping Luna's shoulders a little too sharply,
"What do you mean 'us'?"
Luna shivered slightly, shaking her shoulders in the process,
"I've been thinking this f-f-for sometime now. That maybe me and N-N-Neville aren't meant to be."
"Of course you are!" Draco exclaimed, "You two make each other happy."
"B-B-But we don't. I'm only with him b-b-because I felt I had too. He s-s-saved my life technically and I felt I had to m-m-marry him."
Draco listened to Luna with full content, though he was somewhat anxious of what was to come next from her lips.
"T-T-The thing is D-Draco. Since I've met you, I've felt happier about myself; I've felt happier in general. I think I-"
"-Luna, don't say it," Draco interrupted.
"W-Why not?" Luna protested.
"Because you won't hear it back," he lied, "I don't feel that way about you. We're just friends, I thought I clarified that?"
"I don't care, I love you," Luna cried, "I'm leaving Neville regardless of if you want me or not, I-I-I love you Draco."
Draco lifted himself up off the sofa and strode to the window,
"Why are you telling me this?" Draco exclaimed.
"Because I love you," Luna replied, her stutter gone away.
"I'm with Parkinson now-"
"-And how long will it be until she hurts you again?" Luna asked. Draco clenched his fist and hit it into the wall,
"You don't know anything about mine and Parkinson's relationship dynamic. We're happy, that's all you need to know," Draco spat. He turned his head towards Luna, his eyes burning into her skin, "I don't want you. I never wanted you. I'm better off without you; you're a bloody lunatic, with or without turnip earrings."
Luna stared at Draco, tears escaping her bright blue eyes,
"Thank you for your honesty, Draco," Luna replied quietly, she stood up from the sofa and walked out the room to the front door.
"Where are you going?" Draco asked, following Luna out the room.
"Home, to Neville… to tell him that it's over," Luna replied.
"Why? I don't want you!" he yelled with frustration. Luna looked up at Draco, into his eyes with nothing but love,
"You might not want me but I cannot change how I feel for you. I am not going to live a life with a man I do not love, I am not going to live a lie. Thank you for the memories, Draco." With those final words, Luna walked out into the pouring rain, walking away from Draco, walking away from everything which could have been.
Draco slammed the door shut, resting his head on the back of it.
"Would Master Malfoy-"
"Get out Dixie!" Draco shouted, hitting her around the face. Dixie stared at Draco in utter shock before running out of the room, tears falling onto the ground. He slumped against the wall, falling to the ground, face buried into his knees. Draco let out a silent sob, biting into his knee, trying to cover up his need to scream. He hadn't felt pain like this since the time Pansy had told him that there was no child. Once again Draco was experiencing the loss of the only thing he loved in life.