A/N:I am sorry that I have not updated in quite sometime. I hope that you enjoy this chapter and I hope that I post the next chapter up soon. Enjoy!

Second Best Part IX

Two weeks passed by and Luna did not see Snape at all. She was constantly found herself thinking about what Snape was working on so hard. She wondered why he was working on whatever it was that he was working on so hard. He was trying to invent a new potion and he was trying to do so, so feverishly that it seemed to Luna that if he didn't find the way to make this potion that he would either go insane or die. She wondered if perhaps that was the case, but she figured that it wasn't on the count that what he was studying was the Love Potion and the Anti Love Potion.

But that was not the only thing that bothered Luna. The other thing was the way she had felt while she held his hand. At first it was a shock to her that she had grabbed him. The next thing she noticed was that she felt a small spark in between them. It made her skin tingle and her blood to run warm. Warmth seemed to pass from his hand and onto hers. His warmth washed over and spread like waves through her bloodstream that went up her arms and seemed to pass through the rest of her body. Ever since he had snatched his hand away her body had not felt the same. It seemed to be missing warmth; the warmth that it used to provide was no longer enough for her. She felt as though she was missing something.

This thought only brought on a series of other things to mind. It made her realize that she did not want just any warmth that she wished for it was his. Which caused a series of unwelcome questions to set in. For instance why did she crave HIS warmth? Why did she worry over whether he ate or not? Why did she worry over the fact that he was not sleeping well? Why did she hope every morning that she would see him more than once a day? Why did she wish him to speak to her? Why did it hurt her that he didn't speak to her?

She sighed and rolled over on her side. She refused to accept the thought that she was perhaps having feelings for Snape. She refused to believe that her respect had grown beyond what it was. She refused to believe that she liked him in a way that wasn't a student teacher way. Even if everything pointed to that, she refused to accept it. There was just no way, allowing herself to admit to that would be the start to a lot of pain. He would never feel anything for her and she knew it. She was nothing more than a pester of a student in his eyes. And either way there was a very large age gap between them. So nothing would ever happen there.

Luna felt a headache coming on. This wasn't the first in the week; she had gotten several in the course of time. It was all because of all the thinking she had done over the week all of those things where just really becoming a bother to her. She got out of bed and decided that she would walk down to the kitchen to see if anything could be done about the hammer that was currently slamming on the inside of her cranium.

As she made her way down the hall she began to rub the temples on either side of her head with her hands. She rubbed her right temple with her right hand and the other with her left hand. She made her way over the stairs and walked down the stairs rubbing her temples. She closed her eyes, as she knew very well how to walk with her eyes closed. As she was about to step on the floor, her right foot landed on something round and soft. As she began to fall her eyes shot open and she saw something round and orange rolling out from under her foot as she fell to the side. She than fell to her side landing painfully on the floor and twisting her ankle rather painfully.

Luna hissed as she sat up and held her ankle in her hands. She looked over at the middle of he floor and found what was that orange thing that she had tripped over. It was a very large and orange. Luna wondered what the hell was an orange doing laying in the middle of the floor. She rolled her pant-leg and looked at her ankle. Luna sighed in exasperation. She wondered what else would go wrong. She than tried to stand up and the moment she put weight on her ankle she felt a piercing pain shoot of from her ankle and up her leg causing her to fall back down onto the floor. "This is just perfect!" she moaned to herself as she looked at her ankle.

"Miss Lovegood, what are you doing on the floor?" he asked as he walked over to her. He walked past her and stood before her. He looked down at her and from where Luna was sitting he looked like a giant.

"I was coming down the stairs and there was an orange lying at the bottom of the stairs and I accidentally stepped on it and fell down," she responded as she looked up at him. He looked behind him and found the orange that was lying on the floor, he than turned his gaze back to her.

"Than why are you still on the floor?" he asked as he continued to look down at her.

"I twisted my ankle pretty bad. I tried to get up, but I just fell back down," she responded as she looked up at him. At this statement he furrowed his brow and crouched down.

"Let me inspect your ankle," he said in a demanding tone of voice. Luna lifted her injured ankle and showed it to him. He carefully untied her shoe and took it off, he than preceded to take her sock off so he could look at her ankle. Luna once again felt that warmth wash over her as she felt him gently grab her ankle. He lightly ran his finger over her ankle and she shivered at his touch on the count that it was so light. He was barely touching her ankle. "Well it is not broken," he said as he looked into her eyes. Luna looked into his eyes and she saw him swallow a lump in his throat. "It's just a bad sprain," he said as he looked at her. "You need to stay off this ankle for at least two days."

"That's great," she said sarcastically as she looked at him. He raised a brow at her and she sighed. "I hate staying in bed. There is absolutely nothing to do if you stay in bed all day. I'm going to go insane," she said as she looked at him.

"I was under the impression that you where already insane," he said as he looked at her.

"You will find that I have changed a lot after my fourth year."

"Indeed you have," he said as he stared at her. He soon looked away and grabbed her sock and placed it inside her shoe. He stood up and walked to her side. He than scooped her up in his arms, this surprised her and she wrapped her arms around his neck so as not to fall. Her face turned pink and she turned to look at him.

"What are you doing?" she asked as she looked at him. He looked down at her.

"Taking you to your room," he responded as he started to walk up the stairs. Luna could feel her face grow red and she was relieved when he placed her on her bed, but as he removed his arms she could feel the cold begin to set back in. She mentally kicked herself for feeling so stupid about something like that.

"Thank you from bringing me up here," she said as she looked up at him.

"Well I'm sorry about the orange," he said as he looked down at her.

"You shouldn't say sorry about my mistake," she said as she looked at him

"Well actually the reason the orange was there was my fault," he said as he looked down at her. She furrowed her brows at this. "Honey came up to me and wanted to force me to eat it. I was getting frustrated so I hurled it at her. I guess she didn't pick it up," he said as he responded her unasked question.

"That wasn't very nice, I'm sure that all she wanted was you to eat something," she said as she looked at him. "And it's pretty damn childish to throw something at someone. I hope you know that you behaved in the way that a spoiled child would. One would think that you are Draco Malfoy."

"And how would you know what Draco Malfoy behaves like?" he asked as he looked at her. She could tell that she had struck a nerve there; he seemed to be offended by being compared to a spoiled child like Draco.

"He's my cousin," she responded while rolling her eyes. "Lucius is my uncle because he's my mother's older brother."

"Lucius had never mentioned having a sister," he said as he looked down at her with his eyebrows furrowed. She laid back and rolled her eyes. This was not something that she wanted to talk about. She hated the fact that she was related to the Malfoys. She was very happy with no one knowing that.

"Well you wouldn't, the family disowned my mum for marrying my dad," she responded as she looked at him. He merely nodded in response. That seemed to happen a lot when it came to pureblood families. However, he never would've guessed that she would be related to Draco Malfoy and that she knew anything about him. He turned to look at her and wondered whether or not to ask how she knew that he was like.

"How do you know what he's like, from what I've seen you two don't even acknowledge each others existence while you're at school," he said as he looked down at her. She looked up at him.

"Because his dad wants him to marry a pureblood and it was between me and Ginny Weasley and Lucius hates the Weasley's more than he hates me and my mum. Luckily for me he thought that I was insane and he said he didn't want his son to marry a nutcase, but I had to spend an entire summer with them and that was hell," she responded as she looked at him. Snape only nodded.

"Well I have things to do, you know what to do if you need anything," he said as he looked down at her. He soon turned around and walked out of the room. She watched as he left and than turned to the bedside table. She hated that summer that she spent with the Malfoy's it was when she was thirteen and Malfoy was fourteen. She had gone to the Quidditch world cup with her father and had run into the Malfoy's there. He father and Lucius had a chat and somehow Malfoy had persuaded her father to allow Luna to spend the rest of the summer with him. So the next thing she knew she was with the Malfoys.

It hadn't taken long for the Malfoys to see that she was not completely sane. When they found that she was kind of loopy Narcissa and Draco took to making fun of her. The thing that she found interesting was that Lucius didn't treat her like that. As cold and cruel that he was with his family and the rest of the world, he seemed to treat her the way no other person had treated her before. He had treated her the way you treat any other competent person. He didn't treat her as if he thought she where insane and mentally challenged. He expected things of her. The thing that was stranger than anything else was the fact that when he was around he would not allow Narcissa and Draco to treat her wrong.

She had never understood why he had treated her that way. After that she had spent her time wondering why he had treated her like a normal person, the way she had always wished to be treated. She wondered about that unconsciously for months. She dreamt of it, but the dreams soon faded. She had completely forgotten about that summer until Snape had brought it up. Now it all seemed to rush back to her and she was back to wondering why the hell Lucius had treated her like that.

She had seen him that day at the ministry; she didn't think that he had seen her standing there. He had all of his attention focused and Harry and on the prophecy in Harry's hands. He was too preoccupied to see the rest of them. She hadn't expected him to hurt her or the rest of her friends, but she had soon realized that her uncle was doing his job and that at the moment that's what mattered to him. She hadn't expected him to care about her, but she had wanted to speak to him. She wanted to ask him why he treated her the way he did. She had found that so refreshing. She hated when everyone treated her as if she was mentally challenged and she hated it when they called her names. Lucius was the only one who treated her differently. Even her own father treated her like she was mentally challenged. She loved her father, but she didn't like to be treated like that. He treated her as if she was a small child.