Chapter 1
Draco and Blaise are in the Slytherin common room, discussing how they hate the holiday season.
"My parents won't even let me come home this year! How the bloody hell am I supposed to stay here with all of those Gryffindor "saviors", hugging Hufflepuffs, and weirdo Ravenclaws?"
"Calm down Blaise. I have to stay too. But that's not the worst part."
"Wait, Draco, how is that not the worst part? Do we have to do something stupid just to please McGonagall, like all sit at the same table and still, somehow, get along?" There was complete silence except for the blazing fire that they sat near. Draco breaks the silence, "Yes."
Luna and Hermione are outside in the cold walking down to Hagrid's. They were talking about what they might do at Hogwarts all break because they have to stay too until Draco and Blaise started hexing snowballs at them. Hermione is infuriated by this. Luna doesn't notice.
"What in the bloody hell do you think you're doing! Honestly, I could come back up there and punch both of you in the face like I did to Draco in the third year," she said this with a dignified smirk.
Draco is terrified. He remembers that incident all too well and has a scar to prove it. "Just having some fun making Gryffindor's Princess and Ravenclaw's Angel mad! Right Blaise?"
Blaise is trying to respond, trying to take his eyes off her, but he can't. She's so… mysterious. After being hit with hexed snow, Blaise comes out of his trance. "Sorry," he mumbled. After that, Blaise couldn't stop thinking about Ravenclaw's Angel.
"Hermione," Luna starts, "I think Hagrid is waiting for us. We are over five minutes late." But even then, as always, Luna is very preoccupied. But for once it isn't about Nargles or Wrackspurts. It's about that boy. That boy Draco was with. She couldn't stop thinking about him. And he couldn't stop looking at her, or so she thought.
'I must have some Wrackspurts. I will send an owl to Daddy asking for extra vials of the prevention potion!' Luna thought to herself.
"Luna, was Draco staring at me? But not with hatred, terror or self confidence? He looked like he wanted to, you know, be nice to me. Come to think of it, he hasn't called me a 'mudblood' all year!
"Wow, Hermione. You really thought about that. Funny though, you don't seem to have any Wrackspurts. That's delightful! Unless I sadly have Wrackspurts, I also think that Blaise was staring at me that same way. Longingly."