Draco Malfoy was sitting in the library, in a high nook which gave him a great vantage for eavesdropping, spying, or other forms of skullduggery. Not that he had any of those in mind this particular day, of course, but it was always wise to keep ones options open. And it was where he always sat, anyway. He had a list, that he was working on. Well, to be fair, it was a number of lists.

He'd normally have worked on it in his bedchamber, or perhaps in the Common Room, but everyone was avoiding him, and so such demonstrations of cunning and intelligence would have to wait until people were going to do more than run away from him like he had the plague.

Not that Draco minded waiting for that. The space was actually quite nice - even Greg and Vince had been somewhat wary (told by their mothers, no doubt, that Draco might actually have need for bodyguards, so they should be careful).

And Draco was a Malfoy, after all, and sooner or later, everyone would remember that fact. He smirked, smug in the knowledge that money will out, sooner or late. His family hadn't always the pretended title of Lord, after all.

Draco Malfoy heard the wheels rolling, and glanced over his shoulder hurriedly. His jaw dropped at what he saw - that was Luna Lovegood, in a characteristic white dress -was she wearing a carrot necklace? And were those radishes in her ears?

Draco wished he could say he was surprised when Luna rolled to a neat stop beside him. "Ah, the social outcast." Draco Malfoy drawled, looking her down as she jumped off the rolling ladder.

Luna's lips quirked up, and she said cheerfully, "Takes one to know one." Birdlike, she looked down at him, leaning over his shoulder, "What are you working on?"

"Nothing secret," Draco Malfoy drawled, "So I suppose I can stand you looking at it."

Luna folded herself up across from Draco, her silence intended to drive him crazy - but Draco Malfoy was well used to silence-as-a-weapon, and so it did not affect him as it might others. "Brown's not as waterlogged as all that, is she?" Luna said, pointing at the category "Sniveling Whelp" as Draco looked at her, eyes narrowing.

"I'm not here to look, Mister Malfoy." Luna said with a cold bark of a laugh. "I'm here to help. So long as it isn't secret - which means that you'll be doing the Slytherins yourself."

"Probably for the best." Draco said with an affected sigh, "Slytherins do so like their depths."

"I've always been a fan of heights, personally. " Luna said cheerfully.

[a/n: Draco's working through categorizing people. Because to a Slytherin making a plan is nearly as much fun as executing one.

Luna's being, well, Luna. Nobody pays much attention to her daft attitude, and that's just the way she likes it.

write a review!]