Title: Only You
Words: 474
Characters/Pairings: Blaise/Luna, mentions Draco/Ginny
Challenge: pairing that I've never done before (Blaise/Luna)
Rating: PG (one swear)

It's not that she's gorgeous.

She isn't.

Well, she's rather pretty in her own way if you like that pale, whispery quality in a woman.

It's not her looks that intrigue me.

It's just…her.

She often has her nose buried in that damned newspaper, The Quibbler, reading it upside down no less. She says some of the most ridiculous things in that dreamy voice of hers. She hunts Snorkacks for Merlin's sake…

And she couldn't care less about what everyone's thinking about her.

This concept is foreign to me. Being a Slytherin is about appearances. It's about reputation and status. For someone not to care at all is completely mad.

Then again, most people think Luna Lovegood is mad.

She's intriguing.

All I can do is watch while she sits at a table across the library with the red-haired vixen who calls herself Draco Malfoy's girlfriend. The two work on homework together, pausing every so often to giggle quietly about something. The little Ravenclaw's dreamy eyes light up with amusement.

The supposed Prince of my house struts over to them and drags his girlfriend off. Weasley doesn't seem to mind the way he's manhandling her.

Lovegood smiles slightly after them before returning to her work.

I can't help but stare.

I notice her entire posture stiffen. She knows I'm looking.

She blushes a bit and looks down. She glances up at me once, and then twice. After the second time, she narrows those eyes and hastily shoves her books in her bag, slinging it over her shoulder.

Within a moment, she's seated herself in the chair beside me, severe annoyance painted on her face.

"What are you staring at, Zabini?" she hisses. I never knew a creature like her was capable of hissing. I like this new side of Loony.

I smirk

"Well?!" she asks impatiently in a low voice. We are in the library, after all.

"Just you, Lovegood," I reply smoothly, "only you."

"Oh," she breathes, getting that characteristic dazed look again.

Our gazes stay locked. This was becoming despicably like a Harlequin romance novel. It sickens me.

Suddenly, I'm being shoved towards the little Ravenclaw against my own free will by someone behind me.

Being mere millimeters apart as it was, I close the space between us instinctively.

Her lips touch mine in a sweet, gentle way, one of which I have never experienced.

It's nice.

She pulls away a moment later, almost reluctantly, from the lingering kiss filled with promise.

I grin.

"Only you, Luna."

I rise from my seat and turn around, mildly surprised to find Malfoy's girl looking particularly smug.

She smirks at me, and then at Luna.

I nod slowly at the redhead.

I take one last look at Luna, who still appears to be in shock.

"I trust you'll think on it, Lovegood."

Then, I'm gone.