Chapter Two

A/N: Still somewhat fluffy, with hopefully a bit more plot than the first chapter. In order to fit in with HBP canon, pretend that Draco is juggling his class time, homework, Luna and fulfilling Lord Voldemort's orders, which is one of the reasons he's so stressed later on. You should also pretend that Luna became prefect after the female Ravenclaw prefect from her year was taken out of Hogwarts (like the Patil twins were).

Flitwick's classroom was warm and cosy. However, the heat wasn't helping the situation. Ronald and Hermione were bickering over some new rule that Hermione had proposed at the latest prefect's meeting. Luna swirled the dregs of her tea around in her cup, not paying any attention whatsoever to the row going on next to her. Her mind was focused on a certain day when she had been in the library. If she closed her eyes, she could almost feel Draco's lips on hers.

SMASH!

Hermione had wildly gestured rather close to her face and shocked Luna so much that she was pulled out of her daydream and accidentally tossed her teacup in the air, which broke into little pieces on the floor.

"Oh for goodness sake!" yelled Hermione. She stomped over to where the cup had landed, and pulled out her wand. "Repairo!" She then picked the cup up, and shoved it into Luna's hands.

"The tea leaves are gone." Luna commented, after glancing in the empty cup.

"Oh don't tell me you like divination!"

"I haven't taken it. I just meant you might want to clean the rug before it gets stained."

"There's hope for you yet, then." replied Hermione after she performed a cleaning charm on the rug.

"I have become interested in it lately..."

"Because there are some real prophecies?"

Luna blinked. Oh... the prophecy about Harry...

"It's not that I don't like trying to decide whether Weasel or Mudblood will be the first to lose it and hex the other, but you've become quite irritating. Can we move on with the meeting so the rest of us with important things to do can leave?" drawled Draco from the other side of the room.

"Shut it, Malfoy."

"Actually, could we finish the meeting? I've got quite a bit of homework to do for Potions and Transfiguration." Luna asked.

"Yes, I've got homework as well," added Michael Corner.

Ron just glared at him. "Some of you are doing your OWLs or NEWTs this year, or are on the Quidditch teams, or part of clubs, so we should keep this as brief as possible." Hermione said quickly, trying to get Ron's attention away from Michael.

"We still have to decide on how to deal with people getting high on Billywig stings. It's really getting out of control. Sometimes half a class is "wigged out". Personally, I'm more concerned with lasting health effects than I am with all the classes they're missing."

There was a debate about 'wigging' for another half an hour. Luna collected the cups from everyone, cleaned them, and put them away. When she went back to where she had been sitting, she noticed a piece of parchment lying on her book bag. It was seamlessly sealed, and it unsealed and unrolled at her touch.

Prefect's Bathroom.

9 p.m.

Bring a bathing suit if you want.

Now that was odd... Who would want to go swimming at night? Luna put the note in her bag, and left the classroom pondering that question.

The tiled floor was cold on his bare feet. He tried to concentrate on the coolness. Draco took a deep breath. His bathrobe was getting itchy because he was so hot. He ached to take it off, but didn't want to give Luna the wrong impression.

What was the matter with him? A month ago he would have wanted to give a girl that impression. Why was he so damn attracted to a lunatic? It wasn't like she cared about her appearance. He doubted she even brushed her hair. Draco could see the reflection of his own immaculate hair in a small mirror on the wall.

Why was he risking detention and deducted points just to meet her again when she might not stay if she even did come? How had this happened so quickly?

He heard the creak of the door being opened. A familiar blonde head peered around it. She spotted Draco, and walked over to him after she closed the door behind her. She had a bright yellow terry cloth robe on. Her feet were shod with neon blue flip-flops. The colour clash almost made his eyes water.

"Oh, it was you. So... you want to go for a swim?" she inquired.

"Sure, but I was hoping we could..." Luna had just taken off her robe. She had on a black V-neck halter top and bikini shorts. They fit her well. Very well. Where did those curves come from? You couldn't see them under her robes.

She tilted her head to the side. "You were hoping we could what?"

His mind drew a blank. "Use some of the bubble bath that bounces off the water."

"I like that one too." she replied, before walking over to that tap and turning it on along with a few others.

Now he was burning to get his robe off. He managed to get it off after a while of struggling with his belt. He flung it over by the stacks of towels, and turned around. He couldn't see Luna for all the steam. Draco walked closer to the huge tub, but didn't see her.

"Looking for someone?" Draco whipped around, and managed to catch a glimpse of Luna with a mischievous look in her eyes, before she pushed him into the pool. He got a mouthful of bubbles and hot water. He spluttered around for a bit, wiping the suds off his face so he could see.

He was about to ask her where she was, when he felt a hand grab him by the neck and lips touch his.

The disorientation he had felt when he first got in the tub was nothing to what he felt when he tried to get out, several hours later. The water had gone ice cold, and the bubbles had long since vanished.

They walked over to the towels, and he wrapped one around Luna. Her teeth were chattering. He rubbed his hands along her arms, trying to warm her up a bit. She smiled at him again.

"We should do this more often," she told him, before leaning in and kissing him yet again. Their lips parted just barely.

"You mean we should do..." he kissed her, "this?" he kissed her on her cheek, "or this?" he kissed her on her hand, "or this?" he kissed her on the neck, "or this more often?" He felt her go slightly limp in his arms and lean on him.

"I meant... swimming." Luna managed to say, although her voice was muffled because she had snuggled into him.

"I suppose we should-" he tried to say before she cut him off.

"Go? It's pretty late, and we've got class tomorrow." she said through a yawn.

He had been about to say talk. They had to figure everything out. Luna had already put on her robe and sandals before he realised that she wasn't still in his arms.

"Send me another note the next time you want to meet. I had fun." Luna informed him, before slipping out the door.

That was the second time she had left him standing in shock. They really did need to talk and figure everything out, but he was too tired and relaxed to think. He put on his discarded robe, and left the bathroom.