The Houses Compatition

House: Ravenclaw

Category: Short

Prompt: [Romantic Pairing] Non-canon pairing of your choice.

WC: 678

Draco sat down at the base of the nearest tree and sighed. How had he gotten himself into this situation? He had no idea. He looked over at his leg and pulled aside the torn trousers, revealing a large gash the entire length of his calf. Shakily, he raised his wand.

"Vulner-vulnera Sanentur." His arm dropped back down to his side. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes. The only thing the unsuccessful spell did was drain what little energy he had left. He could feel sleep pulling at him, drawing him closer and closer.

"Hello!"

Draco opened his eyes and forced them focus on the girl that was standing a few feet away.

"That's quite a nasty cut you've got there. If you like I can heal it." She pulled out her wand and took a step forward.

"I'm fine, Lovegood."

"Call me Luna. Are you sure you're alright? Your eyes keep losing focus."

"Yes, I'm sure," Draco said, closing his eyes again. He had nearly given into the persistent pull of sleep when a thought occurred to him. "What are you even doing here?"

"I was following a Gytrash, although I lost it about an hour ago," Luna said. She sat down and leaned closer to Draco's cut leg. "You should probably do something about your leg."

"Go away."

After a moment, Luna stood up and wandered away, leaving only silence. Draco opened his eyes, lifted his head and watched her go. He opened his mouth to call her back, but closed them soon after. He leaned his head back and sighed. He really was exhausted. And his leg hurt. And it was getting colder. He closed his eyes and let sleep consume him.

When he finally drifted back to consciousness, the first thing Draco noticed was that his leg didn't hurt as much. Second, there was a small campfire in front of him. Third, Luna was back.

Sitting up from against the tree, Draco stretched his back. Luna seemed not to notice and simply continued watching the sparks that flew from the fire.

"They remind me of fireflies. My mum once took me to see them. It was really hot. They'd all light up randomly, she helped me catch a few in my hands. One of them pooped on me and it stayed glowing." Luna smiled fondly and leaned back on her hands.

"Why are you telling me this?" Draco asked, crossing his legs and leaning forward.

"Just because."

Draco reached over and scratched his left arm, not because it itched, or hurt, just because of the memory of the pain. "My mother taught me how to fly on a broom. Father was out of town for the week so we snuck off to our summer house and she taught me how to fly. It was cold, there was some snow, but it was the most fun I'd ever had."

"I'm not very good at using a broom. People at school said it's because I'm too distractible."

"Sometimes I wish I could be distracted."

Luna sat upright and stared at Draco. "I'm going on a Shellycoat hunting expedition in three days, you should come," she declared.

Draco looked up at her, his eyebrows furrowed. "Are you sure you'd want me along?" he asked hesitantly.

"Of course!"

Three days later

Draco wasn't particularly happy about being soaking wet but the smile on Luna's face made up for that. They had found a Shellycoat, and—much to its displeasure—outsmarted its trap. That's how he got wet. Draco looked down at his dripping clothes and pulled out his wand to dry his clothes.

"So," he began, "now that we've found a Shellycoat, and gotten me soaked, how about we go get some ice cream or something?"

Luna cocked her head to the right and looked at him. "Alright. I've never been on a proper date before," she said.

Draco hesitate slightly. He hadn't exactly thought about it that way, but now that he did, that's what it was. "Well, there's a first time for everything," he said.