CHAPTER 2- Harry Freakin' Potter

He was smirking while waiting for his Professor to finally finish his negotiation with the men who were currently staring suspiciously on his luggage. Besides from the satisfaction of imagining Blaise's face after he would succeed his plan, the look on Potter's face after he stomped on his nose was priceless.

"Nice nose Potter" He shouted, too bored to even just stand still and wait as he was instructed. The brunette's ears turned red and Harry looked at him with the best annoyed face that he can possibly show, but to Draco's annoyance, the saint was too nice to even sneer at him. Oh Merlin, He loathes him. He hates the golden boy since that very day he rejected him five years ago. He hates him for being the favorite one, well he is too, but the difference is, his was obliged while Potter's isn't. He hates him for being the good one. He hates him for being praised in everything he does. He hates him because he is freakin' Harry Potter, the boy everybody loves and cherishes.

"Harry, do you like me to fix that for you? I haven't tried it on broken noses just yet, only a few broken toes, and, well, how different are they really?" Draco turned his gaze towards the small figure standing next to Potter. Pink jacket, weird glasses hanging on her neck, awkward angle of ponytail, wand hanging on her left ear. Apparently, that was the girl he was set a plan on. For a moment, he wasn't quite sure why he even agreed on doing his plan with a girl like her. She's weird for Merlin's sake! She doesn't even deserve to get near his skin!. And her eyes, why are they bigger than her nose and lips? Why isn't she glaring at him for doing things to her precious Potter? And how can a girl walk past or even get near him without acknowledging his presence?.

"Episki" This was the first time he would ever really acknowledge the girl's accent much closely. He wasn't sure why he wasn't even surprise that her voice were soft and melodic-liked. It wasn't displeasing to hear, it was the opposite of that actually. The strangeness of the girl is quite enticing, but not like how he would describe the dark lord, he finds her... strangely beautiful. Weird but somehow, enchanting. Not that he thinks he could possibly think of a great future with the girl, he is just referring to her under-appreciated appearance, oddly enough.

And unfortunately, the spell worked on Potter's nose, making him scowl.

At first, the lack of attention Lovegood was giving him was making him annoyed, but now that she turned her direction of eyesight towards him, he doesn't know what he would do actually. Should he say something sarcastic? Should he tease her? Should he smirk at her?. For once in his life, Draco was actually unorganized with how he would do his plan, with Luna Lovegood, he wasn't sure how to act around her. Who knows? maybe she will start getting hysterics and think he's some kind of weird creature she had read from her rubbish magazine.

"Mr. Malfoy, we must go now" He snapped back his gaze to Snape. His Professor was eyeing him with a bored expression, but he wasn't sure since that is his normal face after all. "Yeah" he turned his head to look at the loony girl once again, and she was still looking back at him, or maybe analyzing if he's actually a wizard and not a fantasy creature she is so interested about.

For a moment, they stared at each other a little longer. He can't deny that he's well, actually curious about the doting girl. Both of their eyes lingered on each other, both with curiosity and new found information. Her eyes, which he was annoyed about seconds ago, are blue a little bit like his, only that hers were full of understanding, sunshine, and oddness. Warmth and inviting. While his' were full of gloom, sadness, and insecurities. Cold grey.

Not that he would admit his thoughts out loud.

Luna wasn't sure why Draco Malfoy would ever look at her that long. Well, it was just for three seconds but it was still weird for her. She wanted to ask him why he would even hurt Harry or why he had a troubled expression on his face. But she was afraid she was not in the position to do so. Just seeing him, she already deduced that he is a very private man, and it saddens her to think that he keeps his troubles away and for him alone to solve.

"Luna, are you alright?" She blinked back at Harry. He was staring at her and the expression on his face was telling her that it has been a while since she last set her foot from the reality."Harry, is there something wrong with Draco?" Luna didn't mind the way Harry's caring expression turned into a scowl. Harry was nice to her, and so is her friends. But she doesn't understand why they would value such scary emotion to anyone, especially to someone as lost and as scared as Draco Malfoy. He was a snotty pureblooded man, sure, but she believes that there is something underneath that facade of his that made him like that.

"Luna! How are you? What happened? Wait, Harry? What's with the blood on your shirt?" Luna blinked again, somehow, if she was thinking about something serious, her friends always interrupts her time with her thoughts. Not that she was complaining. It has been too many years of Luna begging and praying for a friend to appear in her life, she was always been the outcast and the lunatic, and she was sick of it that sometimes she was convinced that every hurtful feelings inside her vanished just because she was so used of it.

"Malf-"

"That impossible ferret! I'll show him! I'll show him not to anger Ginny!" the red headed Weasley was as red as her hair, the anger was visible through her skin and so is on the scowl of her face.

"Calm down Ginny, I'm sure Draco was just affected with the attacks of wrackspurts swimming inside his head" Ginny stared at her in disbelief, almost as if she had just swallowed a nervumpuff. When she was to open her mouth, ready to help her infected friend, Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley appeared and are standing next to them with their usual bickering.

"Ronald, I told you! -"

"Hermione for Merl-"

"Just stop it Ronald, I don-"

As Luna's eyes wandered over the Slytherin table, she saw a side of Draco nobody ever saw in him. He was already sitting at the center of the long table, his head resting on his palm, staring blankly at his plate. She doesn't know why nobody can see his true self when the true Draco Malfoy was already showing. The sad, lost, and alone Draco was already there, begging for someone to understand him.

Maybe he just needed some words of advice.

Or even a hug.