It was an early morning. Sun was just rising over the mountains. Luna watched as the school owl departed from Owlery, on her new quest. It soon faded into the bright sun. Luna couldn't see the tawny owl anymore. She missed her father so badly. They exchanged letters sometimes. Since Voldermort died nothing new ever happened in to him. He was such a sugar demon, and he always liked to write. Sometimes, he would tell her, how much she looked like her mom. It would make her proud. She didn't know why, but she always wanted to be just like her mom. But she remembered how different they were when she was still alive. She was out there, and outgoing, while shy Luna sat in the corner watching, her admiring her. Her dad could always understand her, because he was just as shy as her. Luna opened her heart to him, when she passed away.

She walked downstairs. Mornings were her favorite time of the day. She felt fresh. Every night, her strength would be restored, for her to have a new beginning. It was a long way down to Great Hall, but she liked having early breakfast. She walked down it seemed forever, but she was already used to it. She lived in Hogwarts for six years now, and she loved it, no matter what people did to her.

Why Malfoy hated her so much? She didn't do anything to him. His actions were unreasonable. Almost every time Luna saw Malfoy, he tormented her. His words really hurt, but Luna chose to erase them out of her memory. She didn't feel anything toward Malfoy anymore. No despise, no hatred, no love. She thought to herself, that he wasn't worth her feeling anything toward him. She didn't want to hate anybody, but maybe deep in her heart she hated him. She watched as she passed Malfoy. Why was he going up? Did he plan to frame somebody? Wait, he didn't say anything to me? But why?

Malfoy watched Luna secretly as he passed her. She was looking for once 'in this world'. Maybe it was her reacting to him now. Why did this girl just got him so fired up? Why couldn't he keep himself out of her way? She was a Ravenclaw, not Gryffindor. Why did he think of her almost everyday? Why didn't he do anything to her this time? It just bothered him. He didn't know what was happening to him. Lately he saw world differently. The rising sun looked different. The colors around him were either fuller, or unsatisfying. Maybe I am lying to myself? He thought. But nah… couldn't be… But when he saw her with Potter, he just couldn't watch them together.

He sighed, as memories overflowing him, taking him away into a fast running stream.

"You are a waste!" He heard her voice, and then he heard his.

"Yes, I know I'm a waste."

"You waste time. You can't even act decently." He looked into the eyes of his mother.

"Yes, I waste time, I can't act decently," he mustered. His heart was shouting against it, but it was his way of softening the pain, or multiplying it a thousand times.

"You're not worth this family. You will never find happiness." She told him. And he just mindlessly said.

"I know I'm not worth this family. I'll never find happiness."

The words stung his heart. Draco felt all air pushed out of his lungs for a while. He leaned against a wall. Thanks Goodness, his cronies weren't following him right now. He tried to breath and calm his mind, but it all was swirling too fast. He couldn't control it. He didn't know what to do. But he had some time before school starts, before he has to face people again. He sat down against warm wall. It felt so good, and quite. He wished it would stay always like this. He felt everything falling back in place. He was ready to continue. But in nagged him, he didn't wanted to anything.

He changed his mind of sending an owl to his father, and instead walked back down into the Great Hall trying to have breakfast. He watched Luna finish her breakfast, and storm out as she saw him. Draco laughed. He liked her long blond hair. And when he looked into those grey eyes, it was weird how it made him feel. But his smile was gone as Crabbe and Goyle walked into the Great Hall. At this rate he will never find happiness. Draco sighed. Luna seemed to hold something for him. Why did he always tried to make her get angry at him? Why didn't she ever notice him? Why did she keep smiling after he insulted her? As she would walk out on him, he wanted to turn her around, and ask. But what did he want to ask?

'Stop lying to yourself,' Draco heard a sarcastic voice inside him. 'You are obsessed with her.'

'No I'm not.'

It only laughed. Then it was gone. Draco was confused. When he looked into her eyes, what was that that he felt? Can it be happiness? Draco shook his head. No way, it's the Looney Lovegood! But I am lying to myself. What if I…

"WHAT!" Draco shouted out loud. Crabbe and Goyle looked at him.

"We didn't say anything." His cronies quickly said. Draco turned to look around. Did he just say it out loud? But nobody was in the Great Hall accept them at this hour. Did he really like her? No. Did he really love her?

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