"Last Minute Touches"
A/N I: I read complaining that Draco and Luna weren't getting together in "Frozen Serenity" so, to tide you over until that happens (eventually), here is a fluffy fic.
Why Trelawney had asked them to read ten different people's palms, he never knew. He did know that he had only read nine, and the assignment was due in a quarter of an hour. He cast a frantic look around the library, looking for anyone that would be willing. A group of Hufflepuff third years were whispering to each other at a table nearby. That was no good, they'd run away if he got closer to them.
Other than that, there were only two other people in the library. Granger, which he didn't even contemplate over. As if he would touch a Mudblood.
The other person was that crazy Ravenclaw. The Ravenclaw might just be crazy enough to let him read her palm. It was clear how desperate he was not to have any homework from Trelawney as punishment, that he talked himself into going over to Loony Lovegood.
She was browsing through a section with titles like The Crepes of Wrath: What to do when your appetisers have a mind of their own, and The Cookie-cutter Murders: When deserts go really bad. Draco just shook his head.
He was standing next to her for about five minutes before she noticed him, as she was thoroughly engrossed in a book on counter-jinxes for fruit. Lovegood closed the book with a smile on her face, and turned to leave, but Draco was blocking her way.
"Can you excuse me, please? I'll be late for Transfiguration." Luna asked rather cheerfully.
"If you do something for me." Draco replied, crossing his arms.
"What could I possibly do for you? You're a year ahead of me, and in a different House. Do you want to publish something in The Quibbler?" Luna inquired while looking even more surprised than usual.
"You can give me your hand." He answered, holding out one of his hands.
"I'm not marrying you, Draco."
"I don't want you to marry me. I just want your hand."
"What for? Some type of Slytherin ritual?" Luna asked curiously.
Draco was starting to get impatient. She looked like if he did chop off her hand that she'd want to record everything that he did with it. Freak.
"You could say that. It's something that most of us try to get out of. Now... your hand, palm up."
Luna held out her hand. She hadn't sprayed her wrists with perfume, like the other girls whose palms he had read. She hadn't painted or trimmed her nails. Her palm was calloused. She obviously never put lotion on them either.
He took her hand in his, and realised how tiny it was. So incredibly delicate. He looked closer, and traced the major lines of her hand with his fingertip. He felt her shiver, and looked up at her.
She looked normal. Well... for Loony Lovegood. She just blinked once and took her hand back. "You could have told me it was homework for Divination." With that, she breezed past him, and out of the library before he could say anything.
He glanced at his watch, and realised that he only had three minutes to get up to the seventh floor of the North tower.
***
A couple weeks later, he had to return a book to the library. It was some incredibly dull volume that he had used for an essay for Professor Snape. He had just handed the book back to Madam Pince and turned around to go to Herbology, when he spotted a familiar head of long blonde hair over a cart of books that needed to be reshelved.
He walked over to her, for no apparent reason. This time, she noticed him straight away. She put the book she had just opened back on the shelf.
"Need more help with your homework?" She asked with a dreamy expression on her face.
"Now that you mention it, I do. You left before I could look at some things that I needed to."
She held out her hand. "Alright then, what did you need to look at?"
He took her hand in his more eagerly than he would have liked, and brought it close to his face, so he could see it clearly in the dimly lit aisle.
He began to trace his fingers along the lines of her hand again, and just as before, she shivered.
"This is the Health Line" Draco said, tracing the line from her wrist to the base of her little finger.
"Hmm... your nails are long and thin. You're artistic, somewhat sensitive, and have health problems." The dreamy expression faded somewhat from her face.
"I used to be sick all the time when I was little..."
Draco smirked when he got to the Mount of the Moon. He finished going over all the lines in her palm, but continued to hold onto her hand.
"Your Divination assignment was due two weeks ago." Luna said, tilting her head to the side slightly.
"Yes, it was... But I just wanted to look at the rest of the lines for my own reference, in case we get asked about them on the N.E.W.T.s." Draco replied quickly.
Luna just smiled, and took his other hand in hers. "So what do your nails say about you?"
Shocked that her other hand was so cold, it took him a while to answer. "They say that I my tastes are quite refined."
"How so?"
"I prefer the best in everything."
"You can do that, and might not have ever had the best in anything."
He supposed so. Weasley had always had the worst in everything and will continue to do so for the rest of his life. That doesn't stop him from dreaming that he had the best clothes, brooms, or family, like Draco obviously had. She was clever enough to be in Ravenclaw. He had to hand it to her. Quite observant, as well.
"You're right. You're quite smart, you know. I realise now why you're in Ravenclaw."
Luna smiled weakly. "I'm not that smart."
"Yes you are. You're intelligent and creative, and thoughtful, and pretty..." Why did he just say that? He hadn't meant to. Did he really think she was pretty? He couldn't look at her, he was too embarassed, and let his eyes rest on her palm instead. He brought her hand up close to his face again, and got the sudden urge to touch it. His lips briefly settled on the center of her hand. He heard a sharp intake of breath from Luna, and looked up at her.
Her expression had lost all of its dreamy quality, and showed genuine surprise and shock. She was blinking rapidly, obviously trying to take in what he had just done. He was still trying to wrap his head around it when he noticed that she had taken a step forward. She leaned in, and he expected her to whisper some scathing remark in his ear before leaving. Instead, she brushed her lips against his. He pulled her closer to deepen the kiss, and she didn't protest. When she began grazing her nails against his hands and chest, he let out a soft moan of pleasure. He wanted... no needed to kiss her, to let her feel what he was feeling. He trailed his mouth down to her neck. When his lips touched a certain spot at the base of her neck, she gasped. He continued to kiss her there, and her breathing became faster.
"NO EATING IN THE LIBRARY!" came Madam Pince's voice through a few bookshelves. Draco and Luna broke apart, both breathless, dazed, and slightly panicking. Luna bent down and picked up her wand which had fallen down, and put it behind her ear, before she rushed out of the aisle. Draco stayed standing there, too dazed to do anything but stand there and touch his lips in disbelief.
A/N II: This was only meant to be a few paragraphs. I'll be continuing it for a few more chapters, because of all the requests to do so. I didn't know so many people liked my stuff. :)