You're bloody daft.

Pairings: D/G, B/L

Ginny stormed from the library table, her fiery hair streaming behind her. Draco groaned audibly and banged his head on the table once. "I don't want to hear it," he told Blaise who was sitting next to him.

The dark haired boy smirked in response, shrugged his shoulders and left to check out a book.

It was only after a moment of silence that Draco noticed his cheek pressed up against the table was damp. He pulled away in disgust, wondering what slob had sat in his seat before him. He looked down at the table; he saw four perfect clear and shimmering drops.

Tears.

He finally was able to bring his head up and looked towards the library doors, hoping, by a slim chance, that Ginny was standing there waiting for him.

She wasn't.

"You're bloody daft," a soft voice sung from across the table.

Draco reluctantly looked up and met Luna's large pale eyes. "I know."

Luna smiled slightly, more wisdom showing in her face and in her voice than Draco would ever like to admit, "Just tell her you love her and get it over with."