Chapter Three
Draco had trouble sleeping that night, never feeling so rejected in his life. He couldn't understand how he could possibly be turned down. Crabbe and Goyle snored loudly in the three-poster beds next to him, and he became irritated. Quietly inching up and out of bed so as to not making a lot of noise, Draco slipped out of the dormitory and down the stairs into the Slytherin Common Room.
The dungeon room was completely deserted, and its cool, dampness made Draco feel even lonelier than he had before. He sank down on a beat-up green sofa that was facing its duplicate. He curled his legs up underneath him and stared ahead. "Damn Ginny Weasley. How dare she think she's better than I am. How dare she reject me, the heir to the Malfoy Mansion." But he knew that he wasn't really mad at Ginny. He was mad at himself for treating her the way that he had. In all of Draco's life, he had never cared one bit how he treated anyone else... it just didn't seem too important. That was the way Lucius had taught him to be, anyways. But this time he cared deeply. He knew that if he would have to change his actions for Ginny Weasley, he would. But only for her. He didn't exactly care about anyone else. He knew this meant one thing, and one thing only. He would have to ask one of Ginny's dearest friends to help him become the type of person she wanted. It was the only way. "Loony Luna Lovegood, that strange girl," he muttered. "She's the ticket."
He drifted off to sleep on the rather uncomfortable couch, becoming extremely drowsy after settling his problem. Tomorrow, when he saw Luna in the hallway, he would ask her for help on Ginny. It would be a problem finding Luna separated from Ginny, but he would just have to catch her after a class that Ravenclaws and Gryffindors weren't together in. He would offer to help her out with something in return... surely he could pay her a few galleons per lesson and that would be sufficient enough. He had enough money to share.