A/N: Sorry I haven't posted in…forever. I'm back at home sweet home on the wonderful East coast. Official summary of the West Coast United States. IT SUCKS! But that's ok. I have a Harry Potter book back in my lap, and I am using it to continue the story. I hope people are still reading…hmm. That's ok. If not, I'll write it for my OWN benefit. sticks nose in air mentally stalks off while really sitting down and writing the fourth chapter

Disclaimer: If you're a true Harry Potter fan, you'll know what I own and what I don't. The stuff that you know that I don't own, I really don't own. I own the plot and the crazy idea of 200 galleons.

Chapter 4: A Trip Through the Corridors and a Visit from Hermione

That night, at 10:10, Luna Lovegood left the Ravenclaw dormitory. She was scared she wouldn't find her way there on time. Dressed in a silky black nightgown, Luna quietly made her way among the corridors. It was not curfew for the dormitories for another twenty minutes, so people were still up and about. Twice Luna had to hide behind suits of armor, and once she ducked into an empty classroom to avoid being seen by a couple making out as they walked.

She made her way down into the Trophy Room, and continued on. She found her way stealthily to the library. When she got to the intersection of four hallways, she wondered which two Malfoy had meant. She first tried going to her right. That split her off to a three way. She took another right and headed deeper into the castle. When she came to another fork, she decided to turn back. Malfoy had said it was only two hallways away, and continuing on would mean to be more than that.

When she got back to her starting point, she took the hallway to her right again, only this time, took her left. Still nothing. Luna did the same procedure for all of the hallways off of the library. She was lost. She peered in the library at the great clock suspended there. It was 10:40. She was ten minutes late for her appointment with Malfoy.

Then, she realized. The door that she had thought was the library really was not the library at all. She was on the wrong floor. Without skipping a beat, Luna turned around and made her way down to the Great Hall. She went past it to the library, and then continued down the two hallways. As soon as Luna saw the statue of the angel, she knew she had found it. She peeked around to make sure no one was watching, and slipped into the room.

No one was there. 'That's quite odd,' Luna thought. 'There should be something here.' When Luna surveyed the room, all she could see was black. She wasn't sure of anything in the room, and this only made to further her excitement. She took one tentative step forward, then another. Her black nightgown made it possible for her to blend in with her surroundings. However, after going ten steps forward, something made her stop in her tracks. She turned around and faced the door. After a minute or so of standing there with bated breath, the door cracked open and someone slipped inside.

Malfoy walked boldly forward. He knew that Luna Lovegood was indeed inside, for he had watched her go in wearing wonderful lingerie. "Ms. Lovegood, I have only a favor to ask you," Malfoy said as he continued to walk. He felt her shiver in the air, but he didn't know from what. Was it excitement? Was it fear? Or was she merely cold from lack of clothing?

"Yes, Malfoy?" Luna whispered.

"Well, for one, may I start calling you Luna? You do have such a pretty name. As graceful as a…" Malfoy searched for a word. He did not want to seem rude; however, her name was atrocious. "…a bird," he finished smoothly. "All this formality is starting to get to me. I get enough of it at home."

"Yes, of course," she whispered again.

Malfoy walked up next to her and pushed her gently toward a wall. "Please, Luna, call me Draco." They bumped into the wall, Malfoy's chest pushing ever so gently against Luna's.

"Yes Mal- Draco. Yes Draco. Whatever you want. Is there anything else?" Luna whimpered from pain of want. The only way she controlled her sexual desire and interests was by continually reminding herself of her hate of him. She hated Malfoy because of what his father was and what he could become. She hated him because he made fun of Harry Potter, and Harry Potter was amazing. She hated him because he most certainly hated the Quibbler. However, despite all this, she loved him. She loved his muscles, his hair, his sneer, his cute nose, his wonderful voice. His smell, oh, his smell. She breathed deeply in. He smelled…deadly. Luna awoke from her dream.

"There is one more thing, and then I really ought to be going. Prefect duties and all."

"Draco. What do you want? Please."

"Just this," and with that, Draco bent down and swooped Luna up into a kiss. At first she didn't, wouldn't, kiss him back, but after Draco's gentle and persistent movements, she did kiss back, and she kissed him back passionately. Draco was about to ask for entrance into her mouth, when suddenly, Luna's tongue came out of nowhere and entered him uninvited. Draco took that move, and deepened the kiss. Sucking on her tongue, and rolling it around his mouth, Draco gently pushed it back, and got full access into her mouth. He didn't let go until she was thoroughly explored. 'There will be more later,' he thought.

"Good-night Luna," Draco said.

Luna did not reply, just watched him go. When she hopped her way around the corridors, finally getting back to her dormitory, she fell into bed, and went instantly asleep, the feel of Draco's mouth on hers still remaining.

Later that week, Luna got up earlier than usual to eat breakfast in the Great Hall. She wanted to avoid any contact with Draco today. A Draco-free day would do her some good, she decided. However, while she was reading the latest edition of The Quibbler over some toast and eggs, Hermione Granger descended upon her.

"Good morning Luna," Granger said cordially. "Having a nice day?"

"So far, but considering it hasn't really started yet I can't tell," Luna said dreamily. She was not meaning to be rude, but Granger was somewhat awakening her from fantasies, so it was difficult to follow the conversation properly.

"Er…right. Um…Luna," Granger sat down. "I have somewhat of a favor to ask of you."

Luna set down her Quibbler and looked at Granger inquisitively. Taking the cue, Granger continued on. "Well, I, and Ron of course, have been thinking about the Defense Against the Dark Arts classes with Umbridge." Granger seemed as if she was about to go on, but Luna cut her off.

"They're just dreadful things aren't they?"

"Yes, we think so too," Grange continued, smiling, seemingly glad Luna agreed. "That is why it was Ron's and mine idea to have Harry teach us. You know, he really is quite good. After what he accomplished in his first year with the Sorcerer's Stone, in his second year he bested the Chamber of Secrets, in his third year he fought dementors, and in his fourth year the Triwizard Tournament and You-Know-Who. Wouldn't he be fabulous to teach us? Think of the loads of things we could learn just by having weekly meetings." Granger was once again interrupted with her sales pitch.

"Yes, it would be quite wonderful. However, if Umbridge approves of such a group, I am afraid I cannot join. Anything that good, and within the rules, cannot, will not, never will be any good. So, you see, I am sorry; however, I simply cannot join and still be in good conscience."

"Er…right, about that. Umbridge has no idea what we're planning. We thought it best to keep the entire…er…operation let's say, under cover until we were absolutely and positively sure that it was safe, which may never occur."

"Very well then, I accept. It seems like a wonderful opportunity to do something great for The Quibbler as well as for my education. After all this mess, like next year perhaps, I can publish my first story for The Quibbler about the secret societies that joined against Umbridge. I am positive that students over the entire school are doing the exact same thing, but no group except for ours has Harry Potter teaching them, that makes it completely worth it. Thank you for allowing me to join."

Luna grabbed her bag and made to leave, but Hermione stopped her once again. "Well, you know that it hasn't completely formed yet. In fact, you're the first person I've got to join. We need others…loads of others. Well, maybe not loads, but you understand. We need more people. I will try today and tomorrow to get recruits, but no promises can be made. But, if all goes well, we'll meet in the Hog's Head with the next Hogsmeade trip, all right?"

"Sure thing. Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm off to Herbology."

Luna left the Great Hall in high spirits and soared through the rest of the day thinking about nothing except her defiance. She was defying the social ladder by kissing Draco, and now she was defying Umbridge by joining Harry Potter's little group. Everything was going her way, and she was happy. But mostly about Draco.