Draco Malfoy (POV)

Ok, so married life wasn't brilliant, but being single sucks. I have nothing to do and nowhere to go unless Rhiannon and Draco are with me. And yeah, I've been out with a few women, but the lot of them were total boredom. At least Pansy had a personality.

But despite a frustrating love life, I am actually happier than I have been since I slept with Blaise. I'm even over her; I went to the wedding and wished them a long and happy life and I didn't feel jealous or angry. I'm happy for the both of them.

One thing I will never understand though, and this has nothing to do with Blaise, is why I chose to betray my master. Why did I join Potter and the Order when I could have saved Voldemort from imminent death? Was I angry that he'd tortured me? Was it because I didn't want to see Blaise die? Whatever it is, I don't understand why I would betray a whole life of the Dark Arts to save the people who are my enemies. Sorry; were my enemies. Past tense, must remember that.

So, I'm sat in Malfoy Manor – I got the house after the divorce simply because my father left me it in the will that he wrote before Voldemort killed him. Yes, I too find it ironic that my father spent his whole life working for Voldemort only to be killed by him.

Anyway, I'm sat at home, wondering what to do with myself. Pansy has the kids tonight and most of my social acquaintances think I betrayed their master. Maybe I did but I don't regret it. I could go out and hope that I'll find someone I know who doesn't hate my guts, or I could out and meet somebody new. I suppose it should be the latter, but I've never been good at making new friends, nor do I care to spend my night in the company of another Death Eater.

It's around eleven 'o' clock now and I just haven't the energy or the inclination to go out. Perhaps tomorrow night I will look on things with a different perspective.

I woke at six, staring at the ceiling as if the answer to all life's problems were written on it. Trying to sleep was pointless; I wasn't remotely tired and I felt refreshed.

I got up, had breakfast and decided that I was actually going to do something other than mope around the house today. So, taking the Quibbler – the Daily Prophet still isn't up and running yet and I need to keep up with the news – from the owl that delivered it, I absent-mindedly flicked through it.

It wasn't until I closed the newspaper that I saw it. Splashed across the front page, complete with a photograph, was:

EX-QUIDDITCH PLAYER BACK IN THE GAME

I blinked in surprise at the picture of Pansy and I on our wedding day. What were we doing on the front page of the Quibbler?

The wizarding world's most high-profile marriage has ended in divorce. Draco Malfoy and Pansy Parkinson wed in 1999, just two years after leaving Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Their marriage was described as perfect and a match made in heaven. Yet only weeks ago, this reporter discovered, their picture perfect relationship ended in tears. The real reason for the split is, at present, shrouded in mystery, with neither party inclined to reveal all, but custody of their two children, aged six and three, is underway.

And we all know what that means.

Yes ladies, the charming and undeniably sexy Draco Malfoy is back on the market, and already this newspaper has received countless letters asking for a day with the ex-Quidditch-and-Death Eater, now that he's living the single life. Snag him while you can, girls, I can imagine he won't be unattached for long.

And remember, you read it first in the Quibbler.

(Article by Luna Lovegood. Pictures courtesy of Colin Creevey)

I put the paper down and stared, unseeing, around the room. Then I looked back at the article and re-read it several times before it began to sink in. How had the Quibbler found out about the divorce? And why were so many women sending letters to it asking for a date with me?

Okay, so now I'm angry that my privacy has been invaded; I mean, don't these reporters realise that the people they write about might not want all the media attention? And yet, I'm slightly flattered. What single guy wouldn't?

I knew it was a mistake to let photographers take pictures of the wedding. I think it's time to pay a visit to the Quibbler's office.

Within ten minutes I was walking into the main building, on my way to the head office. I opened the door and saw the top of a blonde head, bent forward, quill in hand.

I cleared my throat but the woman didn't look up.

"What can I do for you?" she asked absent-mindedly, her quill scratching the parchment on the desk in front of her.

"Well, apparently" I began, wondering whether to sound angry or amused, "I'm – what was it? – oh yes:" – quoting the Quibbler – "'charming and undeniably sexy' and the whole wizarding world has a personal interest in my love life"

The woman looked up and I saw it was none other than Luna Lovegood herself. She coloured slightly and the eyes behind the black, square-rimmed glasses blinked in surprise.

"You read the article then?" she asked lightly, putting down her quill.

"Highly flattering" I said nonchalantly, dropping the newspaper on her desk. "You're the author are you?"

"The editor actually" she said and there was a faint note of pride in her voice.

"Okay, I'm impressed" I smirked. "You actually made me sound human"

"That wasn't the hardest part" Luna replied. "The hardest part was trying to flatter you without flattering you."

"And you did that because ...?"

"Someone had to"

I laughed; a sense of humour from someone as crazy as Luna Lovegood was not what I was expecting.

"Well, Miss Lovegood, I'd like to thank you. My nights aren't going to be the same again."

"Be warned, I got letters from old and lonely women" she said, "they want you Mr Malfoy. All of them"

"Call me Draco" I said.

"Since when have we been on first name terms?" she asked with raised eyebrows.

"Since you said I was 'undeniably sexy'"

"You're loving this aren't you?" she asked accusingly.

"Just as much as you are" I said, smirking again.

"Really?" she said archly. "And what makes you so sure I'm loving it?"

I moved forward, placed my hands on her desk and leant down, until my eyes were level with hers.

"Because you haven't kicked me out of your office yet and I think you like the fact that I came here and asked you about that article"

There was a flicker of a smile on her lips; she moved another inch or so towards me.

"If I kicked you out now," she murmured, "you'd never know"

She was so close her lips almost touched mine. My throat went dry as she grinned flirtatiously.

"Well, tell me now, so I don't miss anything" I said.

I reached up and gently lifted her glasses from the bridge of her nose and pulled them off. There was another glimpse of a smile, and I could see the tiny flecks of green in her eyes. Then she kissed me. Full on the lips and with an enthusiasm I couldn't fathom.

Her glasses were still in my hand, and without realising, I uncurled my fist from around them and let them clatter onto the desk. But neither of us noticed.

There was a knock on the office door. With a gasp, Luna pulled away and blindly began to straighten her desk out. She picked up her glasses and I saw there was a small crack in the right lens. I pulled out my wand and tapped them.

"Reparo!" I muttered and the crack disappeared.

She gave me a grateful smile as I put them back on for her.

"Come in" she said to the person who'd knocked on the door and the door opened.

A brown haired woman entered and looked at me in surprise. I figured it was time for me to leave. Just as I reached the door, I half turned and gave Luna a quick smile. There was a twinkle of amusement in her eyes before she turned to the other woman.

I closed the door behind me and smiled again.

Interesting, I thought.