'Oh….my dear, finally you have come to visit me!', yelled Myrtle with an unusually high-pitched voice.
Luna immediately unglued her eyes from her journal and leaned towards the door. Who is Myrtle taking to, surely it isn't me?
'Please, just leave me alone!', answered a deep male voice.
Luna's mind whirled. What is a boy doing in the girls' bathroom, this was supposed to be my place to relax, not for an annoying boy to come and disturb my peace?
'Why… don't worry I can cheer you up sweetie, I know what it is like to be hurt'.
'Will you just leave me alone for once I just want to have some quiet, the last thing I need is you following me everywhere and calling me 'sweetie', I'm not in the mood for your bullshit!', yelled the boy more forcefully this time.
Luna was sick of it, she already had a huge headache and the fact that this boy was invading her personal space and creating a racket wasn't exactly helping her in this situation. I'm going to go out there and see who this bothersome person is and put a stop to all of this! From her haste, Luna unknowingly dropped her journal, which landed on the floor in the next cubicle. She swung the toilet door open and stormed out to where the two figures were standing.
In the dim light she could she Myrtle's face filled with tears, she quickly plunged into one of the toilets. Luna could see the boy hunched over a sink looking at the mirror in front of him. All of a sudden after seeing her reflection in his mirror he spun around, still holding onto the sink somewhat defensively.
'What are you doing here!', demanded Draco Malfoy.
'I was just about to ask you the same thing. By the way I have every right to be here, if you didn't notice I am a girl and obviously you're not!', Luna fired back.
Luna stepped closer into the light, as she did she was shocked to see that Draco's face was covered in blood, he had a deep cut running across his forehead and his eyes were red and swollen. Even his white-blonde hair was scarlet in places, blood trickling down his ear.
'What….What's happened to you, who…who did this to you?', said Luna, shifting towards him, forgetting the fact that moments ago she was outraged at him.
Draco moved back cautiously, looking at the girl before him, knowing that she looks awfully familiar, nevertheless unable to put a name to her face.
'Why should I tell you anything, I don't even know you', he could feel his voice quivering.
'Alright then don't tell me, just let me help you, you're loosing a lot of blood I better get you to Madame Promfrey right this inst-', Draco wouldn't let her finish her sentence.
'NO….I can't go to the hospital wing, I will get in even more trouble!', he started pacing in front of the sink, holding his stained sleeve up to his cut, 'If I go there everyone will find out about my….why am I telling you this anyway?'.
Luna nodded her head impatiently; she knew that he wasn't going to tell her what happened. All of a sudden a thought hit her. She put her hand down her shirt and searched for the gold chain she always carried around her neck.
Draco watched her suspiciously, 'What… are you doing? I don't think that the thing that will cure me will be down your blouse', said Draco with a slight hint of sarcasm.
Luna could feel her face going pink for the third time today, but she soon recovered as she triumphantly pulled out the chain and twisted the screw on the cylinder compartment revealing a glowing liquid incased in the glass.
'This potion', she said, 'will rid any sort of injury, no matter what it is', seeing the doubtful look on Draco's face she added, ' don't worry it's not poisonous or anything and there are no awful side effects, and there is enough here to make you feel perfect by tomorrow. My mother gave it to me a long time ago so that if I ever got hurt and nobody could help me, I could just use this potion and everything would go back to normal'.
She could see that Draco's face seemed to relax and his grip on the sink loosened, 'But there doesn't seem to be a lot in it', he said indicating to the tiny bottle in her hands.
'It's alright', she said shakily, 'my mother gave me another one', she lied, she had never thought that she would be giving away something that was so dear to her, and to a total stranger too.
Before she could change her mind, she bent towards him and with her hand she supported his slashed chin and poured the potion down his throat, her warm finger brushed against his cold lip. For a moment he shuddered from the warmth of her skin. He closed his eyes and wished he felt like this forever, he wasn't sure if it was the potion that was making him feel like this or the moonlight shining in his face. Whatever it was, he shook his head as If awaking from a long sleep and opened his eyes to find himself staring at the girl with the dirty blonde hair and misty blue eyes, she appeared to be glowing with a slivery haze that washed over her entire body.
'You look much better now that all your scars have disappeared, how are you feeling?', Luna asked.
'Uh…yeah..I…I feel really good, thanks', Draco stuttered still a bit shaken by the experience.
Luna smiled, for the first time she saw his face clearly and she also felt that she knew him from somewhere. But where? His pale skin was no longer scarred and his grey pool-like eyes were shining brightly. Then came back the memory….his lips felt so…cold…no life running through his veins….. As if out of a trance she realized that she had been staring at him a little longer than she was supposed to.
'Um..I think I should go to bed, its really late, maybe I'll see you some other time' Luna said turning towards the door.
'Wait a second…I just- I want to thank you for what you did' Draco said. He hardly believed what he was saying; he wasn't very used to thanking people for things. He was Draco Malfoy for goodness sake, the master of bad manners.
'You're welcome, hope you are feeling better..I should go' answered Luna dazedly.
Before Draco knew it the girl with the moon washed hair had disappeared and he was left alone in front of the sink pondering his thoughts. Who was that girl?
Out of the corner of his eye he spotted a small book laying on the lonesome floor, he walked towards it and curiously picked it up, he scanned its cover and at the bottom right corner was the name 'Luna Lovegood'. Carefully he placed the journal in the pocket closest to his heart and walked out of the bathroom feeling like a different person.