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And without farther ado and no more gilding the lily (Disclaimer: I don't own A Knight's Tale).........here's Chapter 22:

Chapter 22

Draco left the Great Hall, wiping tears of mirth from his eyes.
Tears of anger.
Tears of sadness.
Tears of a good mental self-kicking.
All behind his granite wall of self-control and calm. Anger swirled around him within his radius of calm. Blazing anger roiled in him like a tidal wave. Luna was HIS! His and his ALONE! He had nearly growled when Harry asked her out. SHE WAS HIS!!! No skinny, horrible, ugly toad with glasses was going to steal her away! SHE WAS HIS!!! HIS!! With a visible effort, Draco calmed himself. He couldn't lose it. Not here. Not now.

He swept down the passageway to the Slytherin Common Room, surrounded by his dark aura of bleakness and fury, wrapped around him like a shadowy cloak of winter. He waited as two giggling first-years passed, and then collapsed against the cold stone wall, resting his forehead, trying to slow his raging pulse. He took a deep breath.

It was just a stupid dance. Why did it matter? Luna wasn't HIS respectively..............even though he had always liked her...........which didn't mean ANYTHING at all, but still.............SHE WAS HIS!!!!

There it was again! The feeling! He couldn't stop it; it was like he had another person inside of him, blazing with anger. Draco was feeling jealous, to be sure, but not murderous.......

He shook his head, slowly, trying to clear his muddled thoughts. His temples throbbed. He should ask Snape about this. Maybe it was another bad effect of the link. One of hundreds. But there were good sides, a small voice reminded him. Voldermort had stopped haunting his dreams, for one. And Luna was always in his head, and he felt comforted, somewhat, to have her nestled in the back of his mind, a knot of emotions and friendship.

Friendship. How he hated that word! He wanted more than Luna's friendship. He loved her. He wanted her to love him back. But she didn't. She liked Harry. What did she see in him? He was so.........so...........disgustingly........"Good?" The little voice in the back of his head asked.

Draco squashed it. Rising, he began pacing. What did 'good' mean? Was it because he was nice or because he fought evil? What was evil anyways? Him or Voldermort? Both?

Was that why Luna liked Harry and not him? A sudden though occurred to him. He sprinted as fast as he could down the corridor to the stone wall, skidding to a halt and gasping the password. He raced up to his dormitory, nearly squashing a little kid. It wasn't like it was his fault! The kid was in his way!

Yanking his trunk out from under his bed, he dug through it like a possessed gopher. Finally he found what he was looking for! His dictionary! It was old and tattered, and he had no idea why he was lugging it around, but it didn't matter. He leafed through it quickly. Garbage.......gerbil.........goad...........good! Draco read the tiny lettering religiously.
Holy cow was he ever desperate! Desperate times called for desperate measures. It wasn't like he'd do this on a regular basis or anything! The voice in the back of his head sniggered. He told it to be quiet.

"Good", he read, "is to be positive or desirable in nature. Reliable." With a sigh, he set the book down. Come hell or high water, he was going to be good! Luna had better notice!
"Shit." He muttered.